Director Håkan Alexandersson picked his latest story-line straight out of Cervantes, thus inventing a modern-day Don Quixote better known as private-eye, Bror Hammar. The setting is a degenerate, rural little area in Stockholm, with all the ignoble elements worthy of any cheap detective novel. And private-dick books are indeed at the heart of Hammar's arduous quest of trying to accomplish some good in this rotten world we live in. He says: "I've read them all- or almost all of the books on this subject." Our hero takes a case from the somewhat dubious figure, Pastor Finn, and sets out to shadow the jazz-singer, Stella, which opens one door after another to an all too cryptic and evil world, an infra-structure Hammar knows little about and is on the war-path to destroy. But, Hammar's crazy isn't he? Hammar is in need of psychiatric ward. Doctor Morell, a physician of well known repute doesn't hesitate to give Hammar the care he needs. Hammar isn't physically well either, suffering from an old gun-shot in his chest. The lead bullet spreads its slow poison, dragging Hammar closer to the promised land. Doctor Morell administrates the proper ward, which can only end in one possible outcome.

"How could you?", she gasped. I only had a moment before talking to a corpse, but I got it in.

"It was easy..."

These immortal words narrated by Mike Hammer and written by Mr. Mickey Spillane some forty years ago are eternally etched into the mind of Hammar, but its the mentality these very words represent that the private-eye of southside-Stockholm soon learns to despise. It becomes his downfall.