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A SUMMER TALE

Hi, mum.
I'm anxious over my trip.

That's why my underpants are lying
between Katrineholm and Hallsberg.

But even so, it'll be a good summer.

Actually, this will be
the best summer of my life.

I found out
my summer dad is playful -

- and really likes children
and that feels good.

My task is not
to ensure you have fun.

Rather to ensure that when you leave
you do so as responsible youngsters.

It'll be fine.

I hope for two things
this summer, mum.

One, that Sweden wins
the World Cup.

Two, that I can stay
with my summer dad all year.

My foster parents don't seem
too interested in me.

Not by football either, for that matter.
Hugs and kisses, your son Mårten.

- Are you Mårten?
- Yes.

I thought we said we'd meet in the
parking area. I'm Yngve Johansson.

So that's Annika, then?

- I don't know.
- We'll find out.

- Are you Annika?
- Yes.

Did you also forget to meet in the
parking area? Say hello to each other.

Mårten, bow properly.
Annika, you curtsy.

Right, now take each other's hand.
You can get acquainted after the meal.

I don't have time to be a playleader.
I've got work to do.

Right... Please hop in.

That's very strange.
I've seen Negroes several days in a row.

I wonder if it's the same...
the same Negro. Hop in.

Excuse me. Will you look
at the semifinal tonight, Mr Johansson?

What semifinal is that?

Sweden - Germany in the World Cup.
The match is on TV.

TV? There are no TV sets here.

People listen to the radio if it's
important. That's fine for normal folk.

Lots of normal people
have TV sets in Uppsala.

Watch out, here comes the bump.

That was fun. Be happy now because
you don't know when you will be again.

We'll do it again just for your sakes
because I don't find it fun at all.

No, no... None of that nonsense.

Don't cling to one another. I told you
you didn't come here to have fun.

Do you smell how good it smells? I've
cooked my special just to welcome you.

You know he makes money
from people dying?

No...

He's got the coffins in the barn, I think.
We'll go there when he's asleep.

- Have you seen someone who's dead?
- Yes.

Me too. It's nothing special.

No...

We'll have something special today -
beans and bacon.

I want you to know that when we eat
I'm the only one who can talk.

You don't have to be saying,
"Thank you, Mr Johansson" or...

"That was very good,
Mr Johansson"...

Please start.

Go and open, Mårten. Tell them
in an irritated way that we're eating -

- so that people understand
they can't come and disturb us.

Don't play with your bacon.

Well? Has someone passed away?

- Is there...
- Did you forget to take down the flag?

It's past six o'clock.

Hello, children.

My name is Erik Olsson
and I'm from child welfare in Molkom.

Did you have a good trip?
Have you talked to their foster parents?

Yes. Annika is apparently
a little weak at school.

She has difficulty being on time
and helping around the house.

Do you want some bacon?
It's three star bacon.

We will, of course, stamp that out -

- if we follow three simple rules:

Firstly, never shower
longer than two minutes.

Secondly, no warm showers. It's
not for pleasure, but to clean yourself.

Mårten here, he loses himself
in adventure books and such things -

- when there is a reality that is
more than suitable for us others.

If I hear the least word about
negligence or anything else...

...I will send them home straight away.
It can't be like with...

- ...last year's summer children.
- Certainly not.

It was a mistake.
It certainly won't be repeated.

- I was far too nice.
- Yes... of course.

Eat your food, youngsters.
And try to look a little grateful as well.

Hurry up.

That bed is mine!

Where are your real parents?

My mother died of tuberculosis
when I was eight.

And... I've never met my father.

That's nothing. My dad shot himself
and my mum drank herself to death.

You can read until nine o'clock.

Then it's lights out and utter quiet.

Mårten, there'll be no adventure
books here. If you must, read this...

CHRISTIAN ARCHITECTURE

- I'll wake you at six tomorrow.
- Six!

- Yes.
- But we're on holiday!

It doesn't matter what time of year
it is or whether you have holidays.

Normal folk get up in time
and do their bit.

Right... Only peculiar people
dawdle in the mornings.

Good night.

Welcome to Audiofon's
dance course, lesson three.

South American rhythms - the tango.

Turn to page 11 in the pamphlet and
place the steps according to the guide.

Don't forget the essence of the tango:
Style, pride and passion.

Good luck! One, two...

One, two... Keep your knees supple.
Focus on your partner.

That's it... One, two...

Hello, mum. My summer dad has
turned out to be highly unpleasant.

But things are better for me than you,
as you're dead.

My room mate, Annika,
is like a discus thrower.

You know, those people who stand
alone in cages and throw metal disks.

I'm more of a team player.
Like in football.

There you work together,
both when it goes well and badly.

You even shower together.

It's not like that
outside the world of team sports.

There, you're on your own.
Hugs and kisses, your son Mårten.

- Mårten, are you sleeping?
- A little.

- Can't we do this tomorrow instead?
- Are you scared?

No, I'm not scared. It's just that...

- I don't like being disobedient.
- This is how it is...

People who like deciding over others
don't like disobedient people.

- You know why?
- I haven't thought about it.

Because disobedient people
are hard to decide over.

Do you really want to be obedient?

Do you dare?

Open up, Annika!

- I can't do it.
- Open up!

- Come with me.
- Help!

Mum!

Sorry, I won't do it again. I promise.

Don't say too much.

One day
you'll lie in one yourself for real.

Maybe it's hard to understand at 11
when you think life's a pleasure ground.

Sorry...

Stop clinging to him.

Can't you see he's upset?

Go to bed instead. Causing mischief
in the middle of the night... Go to bed!

- Excuse me.
- What is it now?

I think we've overslept.

- That's not good. What's the time?
- Ten.

- We're really hungry.
- Damn...

The flag should be raised at eight.

I usually wake up when the grandfather
clock strikes six. It's not like me.

Maybe you're getting old.

We can compensate for this in some
way. We can get up at four tomorrow.

- Will that be okay?
- That will be okay.

So you think that's okay? We'll get
up at three, then. Go and make coffee.

So, what will you be when you
grow up? Have you thought about it?

I'm going to be a whore.

- A whore?
- Yes, you get paid to hug.

- Who said that?
- My foster father.

Besides, you don't need special grades,
but it's grand anyway.

Annika, you don't only hug
in that profession.

- What do you do, then?
- Well, you...

You could say that there is a certain
amount of hugging in that profession.

But you should think
of being something else.

I'm going to be a lawyer,
because not anyone can do that.

God, why must you both be so special?
What's wrong with a normal job?

When I was young you couldn't choose.
You took what needed to be done.

Don't have such high expectations,
you'll only be disappointed.

Round, soft movements...

No, no, no...
No nonsense here, Mårten.

If you don't do hip swivels properly
you'll stop growing.

Maybe you'll even get smaller.

Look at Annika, she's doing it properly.

- Do you have a newspaper?
- No.

- I'd like to know about the match.
- If something's important, you find out.

- I'd like to discuss something.
- Yes, of course.

- But... not in there.
- No problem, Sven...

Go and make some coffee.
Do you want coffee?

Stop flapping! There's no one
else to go to when it comes to this.

Firstly we have the budget
class. It's not much to consider.

It's a simple rectangular wooden box
with no ornaments at all.

- It's cheap, but not dignified.
- This won't be a pauper's funeral.

Then there is the economy class
which is the most usual alternative.

It's... stylish without being
the least... ostentatious.

- Who has passed over?
- How much is that one?

That one costs 859.

But that includes... It includes
a shroud and a big bouquet of lilies.

If I book ahead and pay now,
do I get a discount?

- The person hasn't passed away?
- That's right.

When will the person in question
pass away?

Soon...

I can't do much to the price, Sven.
I can possibly go down to 850.

But that's... that's only nine crowns.

- I must ask. Who are we talking about?
- I'll take that one.

- But who... Please, Sven...
- We went to the same school!

Nine crowns!

What are you staring at?
I can't help it if his wife -

- came here sometimes
for better company.

Sven can't stand things
going well for others.

Don't ever pore over the past,
it just makes you ill.

Hello, mum.

Everyone in Sweden knows what
happened against Germany except me.

I've felt like this before.

It was when we played against AIK
and I got a lift to the wrong ground.

It was lonely.

There was only me and a triple jumper
from Härjedalen there.

But, the most lonely of all
must be to lie in a coffin.

I know how it feels.

I lay in a budget class
coffin for Annika.

You have to do your bit for the team.
Hugs and kisses, your son Mårten.

Hello Anna, it's Yngve.
Yngve from Molkom.

- Yes...
- I thought I'd call and tell you...

- ...that Sven, your husband, was here.
- What's it got to do with me?

He ordered a coffin for himself.

You shouldn't do this.
You weren't going to call anymore.

Yes, I know, but I...

I thought that Harald
probably misses his mother...

I miss you too. Very much...

I can't listen to this.
I don't have time to talk. Goodbye.

Mårten, come and help me.

I can help.

Really?

Normally this isn't a job for women,
but...

...you haven't blossomed yet so we can
count you as inbetween.

Hold the door. Come and help, Mårten.

It's not dangerous, it's empty.
I'm just going to the hospital.

Come and help. Hurry up.

You shouldn't be afraid of the dead.
It's the living you should be wary of.

- They're unpredictable.
- Who has died?

Listen... People don't die,
they pass away or are passed on.

Animals, on the other hand, they die.
And plants wilt.

You don't say that an apple
has passed away. It rots and so on...

That's the big difference between us
and all other life on earth.

We have to go to Miss Svanström,
I haven't got time to answer questions.

Right, jump in!

No, no, no, not in front.
That's where the lilies go.

Watch out!

Jesus!

How'd this turn out?

What's he saying?

He's trying to say that he's...
he's from Africa.

This is interesting for you. You haven't
seen a Negro before, have you?

- Of course we have. In films.
- That's not the same.

This Negro is for real. Take a look.

- What did he say?
- He said that he...

...regrets cycling out in front
of the car and he accepts the blame.

- We must get going.
- No, wait...

He said his bicycle is broken
and he'd like to come with us in the car.

So you can speak English?
Really? You don't say?

Did he say all that
in such a short time?

Ask him his name
and what he's doing in Sweden.

- What did he say?
- He plays piano at different hotels.

- And his name is Jaques.
- I understood, but what does he do?

Huh?

He said he works playing the piano
and I think he wants a lift to the hotel.

Okay, we can do that...

Ask him where he's from.

He says he comes from Malmö.

Malmö?

Let's get out, we're late.

Jump out.

Are there two?
I thought there was only one.

Well, this is how it is.
Annika is a little...

...a little weak in the head and Mårten
is a little delicate and timid.

But he's quick, so I thought it would
be good if they attended class together.

So it's fair. They've each
got their own chamber pot, for instance.

Who was Gustav Vasa's first son?

No, not you Mårten.

Annika...

Aren't you interested
in the royal house? It's so important.

I know several hundred
incredible stories from real life.

- They're also important.
- Of course that's true, but...

- You must follow if you want to pass.
- I'm trying, but I forget all the time.

You must concentrate, Annika.

My foster parents say
I don't have a head for studying.

But...

It just takes more time. And we have
lots of time. The whole summer holiday.

The royal house is really important.

You'll derive joy from it
when you're older.

I think we'll sing a little now.

- How is it at Yngve Johansson's?
- Good.

He seems... capable I think.

- You're staying with Johansson?
- Yes.

So you're backward?
All his summer guest are.

- We're not!
- Look at you!

Mårten will be a lawyer.
Not everyone can do that.

Especially not
backward people like you.

You're lucky.
I don't hit people without a dick.

- What are you doing!
- Harald!

Let me see, Mårten.

Touch my children one more time,
Harald, and I'll kill you!

Watch out, the bump is coming.
That'll be fun.

I see...

The bump isn't good enough anymore.

You're spoiled, that's what you are.

- Sweden won, by the way.
- Really?!

The final is on Sunday against Brazil.

You can listen to my radio, if you want.

- If it's good enough.
- Sure!

I hope you didn't tell Miss Svanström
about what happened with the coffin.

- No, of course not.
- That's good.

I have a reputation to think of.
I'm quite respected here.

- Well liked, that is.
- Miss Svanström likes you a lot.

- Really?
- She says you're handsome and capable.

Well, I'm not so interested in things
like that. You'll have to redo this.

- What did you lie for?
- What?

Miss Svanström didn't say he was
handsome, only that he was capable.

- That doesn't matter.
- But you lied.

If you're going to get anywhere in life,
you have to lie.

What are you whispering about?
We have no secrets in this house.

Let's eat so that we can
get on with the evening.

Then I'll call Sven, Harald's father,
and exchange a few words.

My children and I deserve respect.

Remember that we don't put the Swedish
flag on the floor for next time.

- Can we build a cart?
- Of course not.

With reference to what Miss Svanström
said about me being seen as capable -

- I thought I could tell you
a little about myself.

You must be very curious about me.

- Not so?
- Sure.

I'm seen as a somewhat central figure
in town...

...as everyone passes through here and
I haven't met anyone who wasn't satisfied.

Yes, but... they're dead
when they come here. Aren't they?

Two things, Mårten.

What'd I say about talking at meals?

And what's it called
when you stop living?

- Lay off threatening my son!
- I can explain...

I don't give a damn
what you do with your backward slaves!

But you will not threaten my son.
Got it?

Then Harald can't
hit my summer children.

Harald, did you hit these two?
No, of course.

I spoke to Erik Olsson at child welfare
about what you're up to.

And he sounded very concerned.

Let's go.

I told you not to fight
with the other kids.

- But Harald hit me. You saw it.
- No nonsense now.

Everyone has to take a little shit in
life. That's how it is for normal folk.

If you only knew how much
I got beaten as a child.

- Look at me, I'm not damaged by it.
- But he started.

No nonsense! Go up to your room.
I don't want to see either of you.

- I think you're unfair!
- Life's unfair, you may as well know it.

Another thing we'll get straight is that
you children must know your place.

You cost money and make trouble.

And it's bloody unfair on me.
Try to learn something about life.

If you don't want to learn,
you can go to hell!

You'll end up there anyway,
the way you go on.

- I wonder how much money he gets.
- I don't think he only does it for money.

I think he loves tormenting children.

Shall we run away?

No, I want to call my mum.

You haven't got a mother.
Haven't you understood that?

Yes, but still...

Welcome to Audiofon's dance course
lecture four - the waltz.

Turn to page 12 in the pamphlet and
place the steps according to the guide.

Don't forget the waltz' cornerstones:

Elegance, finesse and dignity.

When you've invited your partner,
conduct her arm-in-arm to the floor.

Women prefer to be led
by a firm man -

- so remember you are
leading the dance. That's right...

These cans
can change people's lives.

- Shall I show you?
- Okay.

- What are you doing?
- Blow into the can, quickly!

Now we have two love cans
and a hate can.

If you blow into the can in a
particular mood and close the lid -

- ...then the emotion is kept in the can.
- I don't believe that.

If you put the can in someone's pocket,
it infects them.

Here you are.

What will we do with the hate can?

- Where are you going?
- We thought we'd look around.

It's pitch black outside.
Does Johansson know about this?

Yes, he told us to go out.

Jump in. Get in.

- We'll go back to Johansson.
- We hate him!

- Don't you hate Johansson, too?
- Yes, he's a bloody idiot.

He takes other people's things.

He employed my wife
to tidy up the dead.

In the end he got her to leave me.

Didn't your wife have a will of her own?

Get lost the two of you! Get lost!

Mårten, I put the hate can in his pocket.

He'll die a painful death now.
That's good...

Excuse me. Are you going to
Stockholm or Uppsala after your meal?

- No. Why?
- No reason. We were just wondering.

Excuse me...

How did you know it was my birthday?
It's my birthday today.

Aren't you going to say happy birthday?

Say happy birthday to me.

Eleven...

...that was a good age.

Let me tell you, I don't like vagrant kids
begging at the tables. Understand?

I think Miss Svanström
should go home. She's had enough.

Miss Svanström, I think
that's enough now. Let's go...

- Now she'll be nasty to her children.
- How do you know?

You get like that from alcohol.
Maybe she doesn't have children.

Maybe she has a dog. Poor thing.

- What'd he say?
- He said that's the name of his fiancée.

Ask him if it hurts to have a tattoo.

He said it hurts a little.

- What did he say?
- He asked if the lemonade was good.

Hi, mum.

We aren't running away anymore as
we realise what's wrong with Johansson.

We have to help him.
He doesn't have a wife.

That's why he scolds us. We think
we've found the perfect lady for him.

He who lives by rules will get on
very well with a school mistress.

Hugs and kisses, your son Mårten.

- Good morning. Excuse me.
- Were you sleeping?

- No, no...
- Didn't we say eleven o'clock?

- Yes, what time is it?
- Eleven. Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

One minute, Mrs Ljungberg,
I'll be right out.

Wake up, we overslept.

Get dressed and make coffee.
I have a client.

My dear Mrs Ljungberg... Forgive
me, this is most embarrassing.

I apologise.
You should be able to sit on this.

I'm sorry, but the summer children
have been careless with the repair.

I promise to pull their hair later.

- I brought some sweets with me.
- Thanks.

- For the children...
- Yes, of course.

I want you to know that I cherished
your husband when he was alive.

He was always well dressed and
a great example for the community.

This is not my husband.

No, sorry. It's the fish merchant.

I'm terribly sorry.
I don't really feel well today.

No, neither do I.

I'm very sorry about this,
Mrs Ljungberg. I am a little behind.

I hope we bury my husband
and not someone else tomorrow.

Of course, Mrs Ljungberg.

Please, Mrs Ljungberg,
this was very careless.

I'm sorry. I promise I'll reduce
the price. It won't be repeated.

I hope not. My husband
will hardly die several times.

Doesn't she want coffee?

You've lost me a client just because
you didn't repair the bench properly.

You think anyone will want
to pass over with me in the future?

- Sorry.
- Wait, Mårten...

Sorry, it wasn't just your fault,
it was...

I've been nice
and bought you some sweets.

Were you in love with Harald's mother?

No, no I wasn't.
We were just very good friends.

Which is enough.
But it's got nothing to do with you.

You keep private things to yourself.

- Have you never had a wife?
- This is too much!

This young man here
had as many women as he liked.

But that's nothing one boasts about.
That's me in the picture.

It starts well with women, but then
when they get too close to you -

- they want to change you. Nothing is
good enough, all habits have to change.

If it does work with someone, there's
someone else placing demands on her.

So I may as well not be involved.

- Where is Harald's mother now?
- She moved to Stockholm.

But it wasn't my fault,
it very seldom is.

Sven threatened to kill her.

It doesn't matter,
I'm really fine on my own.

It's just poor Harald
who is the big loser.

You meet a few idiots
like Sven in a lifetime.

But it's not anything
I care about now.

Sooner or later they come to me
and then I'm the one who decides.

Go sit in the car!

What are you staring at.
Can't I comb my hair?

- Sure.
- Well, then...

- G'day...
- Good day. How are things?

Well, thanks for asking.
It's a lovely day, Miss Svanström.

Yes, but there'll be thunder. Bye.

I see... Summer is great...

Eight times eight is 64, Annika.
Let's do the eight times table again.

What is two times eight?

You smell of alcohol.

- Do you have children?
- No. I don't.

Two times eight is 16.

Three times eight?

No... I think we'll sing a bit.

Actually, I think we'll stop for today.
I have a migraine.

By the way,
happy birthday for the other day.

Thanks.

How did you know it was my birthday?
Did I tell you?

Johansson thinks
you're really pretty and nice.

We shouldn't tell you, but he's thinking
of inviting you to the town hotel.

But don't say we said so.

- Miss Svanström told us a secret today.
- Really?

Although we can't say what it is,
because it's private.

But I'm your guardian and it's not
good to keep secrets from me.

If we ignore that principle, everything
will collapse in a heap. So tell me.

- She said she had a secret dream.
- And what was it?

That you invite her out to dinner
at the town hotel.

Listen, get going now. Finish the
bench and do it properly this time.

Good evening, Miss Svanström,
this is Yngve Johansson.

Good evening.

I have a problem with the children and
wonder if we could meet to discuss it?

- Yes...
- Good. This evening?

- Yes...
- At the town hotel?

- I could invite you for dinner.
- How nice.

We have to eat anyway
so we could kill two birds with one stone.

You'll have
to take care of yourselves tonight.

There are sandwiches in the fridge.

I have an important meeting...

Very important...

We can use this one,
it's broken anyway.

- Well, this was unexpected.
- Yes...

I haven't been here in years. The last
time was after my mother's funeral.

After the funeral
we had herring and...

...beef casserole, that's good. But
mostly it was sad my mother had died.

I'm sorry...
I was actually here yesterday.

It was my birthday.

There you go.

Don't give Yngve a menu.
He can't read anyway.

I think I'll have
the beef casserole again.

- Sounds good. Where do you see that?
- It's here somewhere.

I didn't really look that closely.
They can probably fix it anyway.

I'll have that, too.

If you're scared you can hug me.
I'm not scared of thunder.

I'm not scared of anything.

No... neither am I.

Loads of people die from lightning
every year. Several hundred...

People that have survived
say it's really painful.

You get kind of melted from the heat.
Really painful apparently.

Then some people get split in two
by lightning. That's also painful.

And you're not safer at all being inside,
just so you know.

- You are scared.
- A little.

Come, I'm not scared at all.

- Yes?
- How did they find each other?

Don't ask me,
I serve any old idiot as long as they pay.

Yes, that's a good summary.

- May I?
- We can't... There isn't a dance tonight.

But there will be if we start dancing.

Yes?

Ask him to calm down before
he completely disgraces himself.

We're trying to bloody eat here!

- Excuse me, there's no dance tonight.
- We heard that.

- But we're not disturbing anyone.
- Yes... the dinner guests.

Sven and his party
want calm when they eat.

Tell Sven and his party
to look in another direction.

Or they can possibly go home to bed.

Well?

He says... that he thinks
you should go home to bed.

Stop playing. Immediately!

Is there anyone who understands
the black? We're bloody Swedish!

We decide here!

Go home to the jungle
if it doesn't suit you.

And throw out that violater of corpses,
or else I'll do it myself.

- This is no way to behave!
- Take that gravedigger away now!

Before we completely
lose our appetites.

Don't worry about it. Some people get
like that when they know they will die.

- Is he going to die?
- We met. He has lung cancer.

You can stop right there! You're meant
to play the piano. The piano...

Wait a minute. Sit at the piano...

I also found one of those in my pocket.

Really?

- We never discussed the children.
- No...

That's why we met.
Or was there something else?

It was just that...

I forgot to bring it up
as we were having such a nice time.

You don't read so well, do you?

I could teach you.

It'll be faster if I walk home.

Goodnight, Mr Johansson.
Thanks for this evening.

- Sorry, I was scared of the thunder.
- I see...

I don't think you should...

I have two beds here
so that you sleep in separate beds.

You're far too young
to cling to one another.

It's not good for you... It's...

When you're older
you can hug and things -

- but you should be children
as long as you can.

So you each have your own bed.
Besides, there could be problems if...

...you get too close.

You'll have to part in a few weeks so it's
not good if you have strong feelings.

That's that...

You're on your own for a while today.
I have to go to a meeting.

Will... be... buried...

Will be buried.

Was... buried...
Was buried.

That's very good!

Hello, mum.

Imagine only meeting
dead people every day.

Maybe that's how Johansson wants it.
Then no one can disagree with him.

But there isn't anyone
who cares for him, either.

We didn't manage to get
Johansson and Svanström together.

Maybe he wants to be alone.

Annika doesn't want to go back to her
foster parents at the end of summer.

Maybe we could have our own family?

But it won't work. I can't support her
and go to school at the same time.

Hugs and kisses, your son Mårten.

You want to race?

Listen! My father will be
in one of these soon.

Shit!

I'll beat you.

We'll let him win.

The girl's arm is sprained,
but the boy is relatively okay.

- I bought some sweets.
- Thanks.

No, no, no...

You don't eat sweets because they're
good, but when you've earned them.

That hill is not to be fooled with.

It's far to steep to play on.

You shouldn't tempt fate
unnecessarily.

Or mess about with laws of nature.
It's almost always punished.

You're lucky. If you'd done that when
I was a child you'd have had a thrashing.

But you weren't lucky enough to skip
class. That's why Miss Svanström's here.

I brought some comics
in case you get bored.

Thanks!

- Does it hurt?
- A little.

A little here, too.

They're my favourite comics.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Maybe we should cancel this...
the class?

Yes, maybe we should.

You behave now and I'll come with...

Well... I'll come back tomorrow.

You're in love, aren't you?

Don't be rude! We're together because
you cause problems and that's all.

Get better.

They have such an imagination.
It's almost unpleasant.

- I think imagination is marvellous.
- Yes, imagination can be wonderful.

Even I allow myself to get lost
in my imaginings sometimes.

Yesterday, for instance, I dreamt
a big red ball rolled into the yard.

- It felt very unreal.
- Yes, dreams can be strange.

Miss Svanström, I happen
to have two calf fillets at home -

- that should be eaten before
they go bad. I thought I'd ask -

- if you'd be interested
in tasting one of the fillets?

Gladly. At your house?

It's where the calf fillets are.
So that would be the most practical.

It won't be anything special. You're
welcome, but it'll be improvised.

Welcome, come in. Here you are.

Thanks.
Perhaps we can exchange bouquets.

Have you cut your hair?

They don't have a TV here either.

I'm going to miss the final on Sunday.

No one seems to care
about the World Cup here.

It's a pity you don't live in Uppsala.

I can move there when I grow up.
I'll do that.

When you grow up
you will have forgotten this.

- Why do you think that?
- Because no one keeps their promises.

It's a pity you don't live in Stockholm.

I know what we can do
so we don't forget each other.

- We can do like Jaques. The pianist.
- Tattoo ourselves?

- It smells newly painted here.
- Yes, I painted it a little while ago.

It seems that it will never dry.

- You grew up in this house, didn't you?
- Yes.

May I ask...
Why do you have summer children?

It's not because there's lots of money in
it as everyone wants to believe, but...

...I think it's nice
with a little company.

If one can help straighten out badly
raised youngsters, it doesn't do any harm.

- Unfortunately, I didn't have my own.
- No, neither did I.

Oh, I'm sorry. The coffee...

Here you are. You're not from the area,
Miss Svanström?

No, I've lived here for one year now.

- It's enough, I think.
- Really?

What do you mean? You're not thinking
of moving, it's so good here.

No, actually, it isn't.

- It's dead here.
- I don't think so, it's...

This is a classic idyll,
it's no better anywhere else.

- It depends what you compare it to.
- I don't know...

I've heard things on the radio
about other places.

Yesterday I heard there was a fire
in Borås. That's not good.

I'd rather it burns
than nothing happens at all.

- I don't like it here.
- No?

Although it's nice having met you.

There's melody radio now.

May I?

Can't anyone help me?

- Help me!
- That is what is called death anxiety.

You get that when you regret things
and want to correct them before you die.

Although he's probably
over 40 and has lived quite long.

- My mother was only 27.
- Imagine living so long...

...and not even having a friend to come
and visit. Shall we keep him company?

No, he probably wants to be alone.

My mother wanted that
when she was dying.

I couldn't even meet her.

Come on.

I'm so afraid...

Hello. We thought
you maybe felt a little lonely.

Shall we read the paper to you?

St... Stop Harald.

He shouldn't see his father like this.

I hope God gets cancer...

...so He can see what it feels like.

I didn't achieve anything in this life...

Next time...

Everything is my fault. I shouldn't
have put the hate can in his pocket.

I didn't think it would really work.
I was just making it up.

I'd like to marry you, Ulla.

What are you saying?

I understand if it feels a little sudden.

But I've thought about this a lot and...

I think we'd make a very good couple.
You and I.

- As a married couple.
- What do you mean?

We don't know each other.
I can't marry someone I don't know.

But we'll get to know each other.

I've got plenty of time.
Have you got a lot to do?

Marry someone
who can have children instead.

I'm too old for that.

Hello, mum. I won't have time
to write that often anymore.

But I have something wonderful
to tell you. I hereby announce...

...that your son is engaged. I hope
you're proud of me and my fiancée.

Hugs and kisses,
your loving son Mårten.

You know you have your own bed?

- We'll put you out in the corridor.
- No, please, we're in love.

Don't worry about her. She's probably
jealous because we're in love.

She also wants to be.

And as we stand gathered here...

...to witness a new person
taken up into -

- God's warm
and protective embrace...

We feel...

Oh, I see... Forgive me, I thought...

Are you crazy, Yngve?
We said two o'clock. Two!

I understand her. Why would anyone
want someone like me?

Can you take this away? Goodbye.

You can stay here tonight
and we'll take care of you.

No... Go away... Go!

You can go to hell.
He's just as dead whatever you say.

- How are you?
- Stop asking stupid questions.

I don't want to be a bloody foster child.

When my mother died, I never thought
I'd be happy again. But I was.

I don't want new parents! I'm an adult
now. You don't need new parents then.

- It'll be okay.
- No it won't. Let go!

I'm going to inherit several thousand.
I already got a TV in advance from dad.

He was bloody successful.

- It's like this...
- I've had reports you've been neglected.

- Not at all.
- You're a bad influence on each other.

- So it's best you are sent home.
- We're not a bad influence or whatever.

Yngve was at the town hotel
and left you alone. Is that right?

No, not at all.
We were at home playing cards.

- Have you had proper food at Yngve's?
- Yes we have. Bacon...

He's the best adult we've ever met.

It's very good bacon.

I'll inform the personnel here to send
you home on the first bus tomorrow.

Good luck.

- They can't do this!
- I'm sorry, but... he decides now.

It's no good arguing with some
authorities, because then...

...you become a criminal
and criminals go to prison.

I just want you to know that I...

I think you're the best summer children
I ever had.

But don't think
that makes you something.

I'm going to get a spanking
when I get home.

Well?

- Paul.
- No...

Apple... You can't just guess.

There's no sense
in wasting time on me.

I'm starting to think that I am stupid.

Well, I don't want to marry an illiterate.

I know all the letters, but I don't know
in what order they should go.

It's hopeless.

You proposed to me
the day before yesterday.

And I'm saying yes now.

I see...

Yes...

Thank you!

- Excuse me, where are you going?
- We know it's not visiting hours.

As the future Mrs Johansson and I are
marrying we'd like to tell Mårten and...

They're not here.
The police are looking for them.

This is too bloody much!
You have to help us, mum.

It feels like the whole world
is against us.

If I can't be with Annika,
I don't know if I want to live anymore.

If it's possible, send someone down
from heaven who can sort this out.

They'll never, never, never
be able to separate us.

Bloody shit world...

Hugs and kisses, your son Mårten.

There's something. No...

No. It's... it's just KG walking the dogs.

It's quite like the children. Have a look.

There's the Big Dipper. Magnificent...

Yes... There was a farmer that was
kidnapped by spacemen in America.

- Do you believe in things like that?
- No, no, absolutely not.

I heard it on the radio.
He returned a year later and said -

- he'd been on the spacemen's planet.

- That's amazing.
- Yes...

It was a very good planet. They learned
to read and write by eating a little pill.

It doesn't have to be true because they
said it on the radio. I don't believe it.

- Ulla, open the door. Get the handbrake!
- I don't have a driver's licence!

Maybe we can sleep at Harald's?
He lives alone now.

There's Pelé.
Lucky Harald with a TV...

And no dad.

Shall I knock?

There's one of those
who decides over others.

Poor Harald.

My arm is throbbing.
Should it be doing that?

It's important you drink something.

- Lift your head, I'll give you a pillow.
- Thanks.

The most important thing
is that you're comfortable.

I'll always be okay.

- What do we do now, though?
- Sleep.

Tomorrow we'll continue westwards.
To Borås or something...

- Or America...
- Right... Borås sounds good.

Yngve!

Your summer children
are on the roof of the factory.

Open up, children! Open the hatch!
Open it!

They're on the roof
and have blocked the hatch.

Mårten, Annika...

It's me! It's us, I mean...

You said you liked us. But you're
just like all the others, you lie.

- We saw you looking for us in the car.
- We were worried about you.

- We wanted to tell you something.
- What?

I'm going
to marry Miss Svanström.

That's good. Come down.

- He's lying so we'll go down.
- I think he's telling the truth.

He said we were the best summer
children he's had.

Come down so we can talk calmly.
We'll find a solution that suits everyone.

Why should they get married
if we can't be together?

- I know how you feel, but we must talk.
- What's he going to do?

He's going to break the hatch
so we end this nonsense.

He does that and we jump!

- Will we? We won't do that...
- I don't know.

Can't we frighten them with
the air raid warning? It's on the roof.

- What good is that?
- Go away, you're interfering.

- I'm a little scared, Annika.
- I'm not scared. I never have been.

Yngve, you know the children.
Ask them what they want.

Mårten, Annika...
What are your demands?

Mårten...

- What are our demands?
- I don't know. What do you think?

- We can have... safe conduct to Borås.
- Isn't it better to live with Johansson?

Maybe he can adopt us?

- We want to be adopted by you.
- We can't have that.

- Cut this out now.
- We'll count to ten.

One... two...

Don't be rash. We can work this out.
Yngve and I want you as our children.

You can't decide that!

- Four...
- The authorities decide.

Go and break open the hatch.

- Five...
- No, you're not going in there!

Six...

- Will they really jump?
- Yes...

Seven...

Eight...

- Nine...
- Wait!

Can they adopt us?

Yes...

Follow me.

She's going to Uppsala, he's going
to Stockholm. In separate cars, now!

Wait... What's this?

- What's this about? You promised them.
- What could I do?

They don't know what's best for them.
We can't yield to blackmail, Yngve.

Take them.

Come here.

Let me go! Let go!

Let me go!

I love you.

Mårten... Mårten and Annika.
Don't be too sad.

- You'll get over each other.
- No, we won't.

Of course you will.

You shouldn't expect too much
from life, you'll just get disappointed.

I love you.

The tattoo!

Right, that's enough!
Get out, Annika, come on!

Get away! Come here, Annika...

Let me be! Don't touch my children!

Get out. Leave me
and my children in peace from now on!

- Understood? Go to hell! Come here.
- I think it's best that...

I never liked you, you bastard!
I'll bury you alive! Go to hell!

Translation: Alexander Keiller