vr0791: переводы

→"He wrote a report citing offensive behaviour, aggressive resistance to police officers, and illegal possession of a weapon. That's what he put in the report."

→"What does Blomkvist say?"

→"Well, obviously I don't know what's wrong with him - patient's confidentiality and all that - but the drugs he's taking are strong ataractics on the one hand, and stimulants. He was high as a kite all night."

→As Blomkvist tried in frustration to manoeuvre his mobile out of the breast pocket of his jacket - it proved to be an impossible task with his hands cuffed behind his back, nor was it clear to him how he was going to be able to use it - several more vehicles containing both uniformed officers and technical personnel arrived at the Gosseberga farm. They were detailed by Paulsson to secure forensic evidence in the woodshed and to do a thorough examination of the farmhouse, from which several weapons had already been confiscated. By now resigned to his futility, Blomkvist had observed their comings and goings from his vantage point in Paulsson's vehicle.

→"Careful," Ellis said.

→"That poor girl," Berger said. "I read Björck's Säpo report this evening. How should I deal with it?"

→The only thing that had gone right was that he had persuaded them to send a helicopter to take the girl to Sahlgrenska hospital. He had given them a clear description of her injuries and the bullet wound in her head, and some bright spark at the Rescue Service got the message.

→Ellis shrugged. "Mumbo jumbo. I have no idea what these particular grey cells are for. You can only do your best. You operate. I'll look over your shoulder."

→"I was hoping you would tell me."

→"And she lived to tell the tale?"

→"She was conscious the whole time. Not only that; she was terribly frightened, of course, but she was completely rational. Her only problem was that she had an arrow through her skull."

→"And what was her condition?"

→"She looked like nothing on earth when she came in. We cut off the arrow shaft and put her head in a C. T. scanner. The arrow went straight through her brain. By all known reckoning she should have been dead, or at least suffered such massive trauma that she would have been in a coma."

→"O.K., that's a fee I'll gladly pay."

→"I'm sorry for chasing you down, but..."

→Ellis liked living in Sweden. He had first come as an exchange researcher in the late '70s and stayed for two years. Then he came back regularly, until one day he was offered a permanent position at the Karolinska in Stockholm. By that time he had won an international reputation.

→"I'll make the decisions and do the surgery. But I need somebody to tell me if I'm doing anything stupid. Even a falling-down drunk Professor Ellis is several classes better than I could ever be when it comes to assessing brain damage."

→"Weak but regular pulse, less regular breathing, blood pressure is 100/70. She also has a bullet wound in her shoulder and another in her hip. But I know how to handle those two."

→"Are you bullshitting me?" Ellis had lived in Sweden for many years and was fluent in Swedish - albeit with an American accent - but when Jonasson spoke to him in Swedish, Ellis always replied in his mother tongue.

→"Good morning, Frank," Jonasson said when the call was finally answered. "It's Anders. Do you feel like coming over to Sahlgrenska to help out in a brain op.?"