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Hanna!

Hanna! Time for coffee!

Woman!

Where is that woman? Coffee!

I stay at home playing my music

In my little childhood room

But I'm always kept waiting and hoping

Forever in my solitude

That someone the door will crack open

Pray that my dream will come true

- Hanna, someone's calling you. - He can wait until the refrain is over.

But you should never say never in matters of love

Even if you are a solo-solo-solo-mia

For always there is somebody who's longing for love

Even if it's from a solo-solo-solo-mia

All the dreams that we dream every night

They really don't always come true

But in the glow of starlight

Oh, every girl looks delightful

So you should never say never in matters of love

Even if you are a solo-solo-solo-mia

And now little Rutger can have his coffee.

No, you should never say never in matters of love

Even if you are a solo-solo-solo-mia

Where is that woman?

Do I need to submit a missing persons report to get a little coffee?

"Last seen wearing a housekeeper's uniform

and probably disappeared in the slop pail with the rest of the trash."

You call that a shot? It sounded like a bottle of flat beer being uncorked.

You must have watered down the gunpowder.

- Why is the coffee late? - Don't get excited, Colonel.

Excited?!

Can't I get excited in my own house? Must I ask your permission to be angry?

Load your pop guns now and don't argue.

Pop guns?!

You're calling a one-of-a-kind musket from the 30 Years' War a "pop gun"?

If they were using those, it's no wonder it lasted 30 years.

- Hanna, you're fired! - Thank you, sir.

Call for a car, on me, so I can get rid of you.

- Aye-aye, sir! - Go to hell!

We'll go together, sir!

- Was he very angry? - No, just a bit riled up.

- Did he boil over? - No, he just fired me.

- What? - "Just"? Sounds horrible!

It's an everyday thing here.

If the old man doesn't fire me three times a day I know something's wrong.

Sometimes I get the feeling he's stuck in another era.

I have that feeling often. Today it's the Battle of Breitenfeld,

tomorrow he'll be caught up in the skirmish at Bender.

Sounds like he has bats in his belfry.

But attacking Hanna is a bit over the top. You make such good coffee!

The place will suffer if he really means it.

It won't be easy finding a new job.

If I left my banker I don't know where I'd go.

I can't live off my looks anymore.

There are still options.

This is my menagerie, I call it the Association of Homemakers, Inc.

- Where on earth did you get these? - This is my little hobby.

Instead of a letter of recommendation, I asked for a picture when I left.

Several ought to have provided fingerprints.

They are a fun bunch.

This one put porridge on her face instead of eating it. A beauty treatment.

She had the Ace of Spades in her shoes after bridge.

- This one looks sweet. - She was the sweetest of them all.

When her husband was out of town, she brought home her "sheik."

I told her she had to choose between the sheik and me. I want no part of that!

- Hanna! - That's him again.

That man is always calling Hanna right when I'm about to say something.

You'll have to say it in another kitchen, Mr. Johansson.

- Maybe yours, Kristin? - Aren't you the Casanova!

- You called, Colonel? - I did not. I was thinking out loud.

- I thought I fired you. - You did, sir.

- Just forget about it. - No sir, what's said is said.

Nonsense. You've been here so many years

and you handle rifles and cannons like a true corporal.

- And you're good at simple cooking. - Simple cooking?!

Now, now, let's not argue.

- Go and cancel that car. - Already taken care of, Colonel.

- What's that? - I never sent for one.

What? You refuse to carry out a direct order? And talk back?

- Then you're most definitely fired! - Yes, sir.

I never!

- How will you handle the family on Sunday? - What family?

On your name day you're always visited by a lot of... what can I say?

Don't say anything, we'll get along better. Come here.

You can stay then, as a sort of home guard.

- But only through Sunday! Remember that! - Yes, sir.

Pah! Family.

Do we have to visit that old coot?

Why must his name day be on the day AIK plays against Brage?

For two million, we have to tolerate a lot, dear Bertil.

You're tolerant enough for the whole family.

He'll outlive all of us. He'll hang on for another 30 years.

That's horrid! It's disgusting how you fawn on him for his money.

That's no way to talk!

He's the head of the family, and we're all very fond of him.

Especially when he fires a cannon and Mother nearly collapses.

- That's the only fun part. - Bertil!

- Shame Douglas isn't coming. - Should he?

Of course! I called him, Monika. Your fiancé must be properly introduced.

Flowers! We'll have to buy them on the way.

- The present! Ludvig, you didn't forget? - No, I didn't.

I had to run around all the antique stores in town to find this. Nice, isn't it?

- Seems a bit small. - Mother was probably expecting a cannon.

The man said it was a rarity. It wasn't cheap.

No? Well, you've been cheated as usual.

I'm sure that when we show up with that pathetic thing,

your brother Baltzar will have been much more creative - as usual!

Dad, come now.

- That was a good bang! - Yes! Not bad!

- Did you load it yourself? - Yes, sir!

- And happy name day. - Thank you.

- Good morning, by the way. - Good morning, Colonel.

What? A princess cake, too!

Wonderful, Hanna's specialty!

How did you know that I love princess cake?

It's been on the table for your name day for 15 years.

15 years? That's an old cake. And I'm going to risk my teeth on it?

Good morning, Colonel.

Gösta! Good morning, lad.

I just went on leave from the Air Force, so I thought I'd drop in.

It's good of you to drop in, Lieutenant. Or maybe drop down, from up in the air.

I'm glad you're here, you can have a light breakfast with me.

- Hanna, bring another cup. - Yes, Colonel.

- Sit down, my fine young man. - Thank you.

You're just like your father - always dropping in when you least expected it.

- But always warmly welcome! - Thank you.

- How are you? - Oh, just fine, thank you.

The port wine is playing havoc on my big toe, but it's starting to back down now.

- And Hanna is still hanging on, I see. - Hanging on?

We get along wonderfully. She's a real gem.

She tends to me and the cannons superbly. I couldn't get on without her.

- What does that cake say? Rutger... - It's our name day today.

- And I didn't bring flowers. - I'll get gifts and such nonsense anyway.

You'll see, soon the whole bunch will come rolling in.

Speaking of which, do you in the military have anything to shoot with these days?

Oh yes. The machine gun in my plane fires 1,000 rounds a minute.

Look at that cannon. It was in the Battle of Narva.

It spit out so much iron it straightened the horseshoes of the Russian Cavalry!

Cut the cake now.

Isn't this place wonderful? And the old man is so charming.

Oh, my nerves!

Did you bring the pistol, or have you lost it?

I haven't lost it. Here it is.

Uncle Baltzar!

Our merry songs ring out, as we're strolling on dew-sprinkled hills, la la la

Good morning!

- Baltzar, where did you get this? - That's my little secret.

- Want to trade? - Let's see.

- What do I get for the difference? 100? - Blackmail!

- Ludvig, give him 100 kronor. - But...

Lovely weather! Moderate to brisk southeasterly wind.

Here comes Adolf, with his new wife.

Kitti, you must be extra kind to him, even though he's a bit eccentric.

- You know what to expect. - Don't worry. I can handle men.

It doesn't matter if they're over 75, that only makes them more amenable.

- Come now! - We're coming!

Ready for battle, Colonel!

- What on earth is she saying? - The family is on the warpath.

- In that case I'd best say farewell. - Farewell, my boy, and take care.

I'll stay here and meet the cavalcade.

- Aren't you going to finish your cake? - I don't think there's time.

- Sit in the kitchen, I'll bring the cake. - Thank you.

Yes, I'm coming! Watch, they'll break down the door!

Hello, this is a surprise!

- Oh, are you still here? - He and I'll stick together till the end.

- Are you trying to be funny? - Not at all. Come in.

Strange, there seem to be more of you every year.

Soon they'll have to add an extra bus line on name days.

Spare us your comments.

- You get prettier every year, Monika. - You too, Hanna!

- Who's that? - My fiancé.

- He looks nice. - Come, Monika!

Well! You never know...

Happy name day!

Thank you. Thank you all.

It's kind of you all to come and visit an old codger.

I brought a little thing that I thought might amuse you, Uncle.

Amuse me? Yes, it's terribly amusing.

What do you mean? Don't you like it?

Like it?

Ballerinas used these 40 years ago when they had to play squires.

You're joking, right?

- What is this? - Your husband has good instincts.

- I got it at a theater for three kronor. - Three kronor!

Allow me to offer my congratulations.

My gift is quite simple, just this little toy.

- A pistol... - Yes.

Where did you get hold of this?

- I got it... - My word, this is an elegant thing!

A real gem!

Yes, I searched through all the stores to find it.

- I'm sure. This is a real rarity, boy! - Is it?

Oh yes, with a concealed trigger and everything!

For 20 years I've searched for one of these and never found one.

And here you come with one! This is marvelous, lad!

- Come and give us a hug! Thank you! - A gem...

Thank you so much, lad.

We'd like a moment with Uncle too. Baltzar is so selfish.

I have a special surprise. I've brought my new wife.

Is she as antique as this pistol?

No, I see she's from the same place as that halberd.

Oh, you're so charming!

I love old men who throw out insults in that adorable way.

Is that dreadful of me?

Welcome! You're very welcome here!

Hugs aren't all you get, oh no!

- I've brought something to warm you. - Perhaps a three-star Eau-de-Vie?

- No, this is for external use. - Wait...

- Relax, now, and try on the slippers. - What! No, no!

I need to go inside for a moment. You can stay here. Thank you all.

- I wasn't introduced! - How can anyone be so foolish!

Mother, dear, this is despicable, all of it. How could you?

Monika! Where are you going? Oh, what a mess!

Excuse me. Isn't Hanna here?

She just went down to the cellar. But...

You're welcome to wait here.

Have a piece of cake! And maybe a plate, too.

Have a seat.

- This much? - No.

- This much? - Yes, please.

I assume you're a relative of Uncle Rutger?

- Unfortunately. - What? He's okay.

- Yes, but the family. - Oh.

- I suppose they're panning for gold. - Panning...? Yes, I suppose so.

But not me! Anything but that. I'd rather be a farmhand.

How nice that Miss Monika is here.

- Youth and princess cake suit you. - It's all your wonderful cake.

The emergency bell! I'm off to the rescue. Ta-ta.

What were you saying about a farm hand?

I just meant that I'll have to find a way to support myself.

- Ohh... - What?

I can drive a tractor! I wanted to study agriculture, but Mother said no.

So you'd enjoy poking around in the soil?

It would be wonderful! But you wouldn't understand.

You're a pilot, flying 1,000 meters above the potato patch.

You're right, I don't. But I ought to.

I have my own potato patch. Several, in fact.

- You have a farm? A real one? - Yep, a real one.

- Who farms it? - A caretaker.

I don't have time, with my military duties.

The farm is called Björnlunda. Oh, and my name is Björnberg.

But don't imagine there's any profit. I'm lucky it doesn't cost me anything.

- You haven't asked my name. - Hanna called you Monika.

And you're evidently a Hummerborg.

- Another slice? - No, I'm full.

You have to taste the little rose. Open your mouth and close your eyes.

- What are you doing in the kitchen? - Eating cake.

I have to go now.

- Who was that? - Her fiancé in her first marriage.

- Have you seen the boys? - They're coming around the bend.

Halt! Advance!

- Shoot lots of pheasants. - Pheasants? They're not in season.

- I know, but I promise I won't tell. - You're impossible!

- Farewell, girl. - Farewell, Colonel!

- You must be glad he's gone a while. - Glad?

The old man shouts from morning to nightfall.

Don't say a harsh word about the Colonel. He's kind and honest.

If you're straight with him there's no problem. Remember that!

Don't take it so personally, Hanna.

I didn't mean anything by it. Excuse me, ladies, I have to go.

- He was in a hurry. - You can't trust Johansson.

This isn't the only kitchen he visits.

- He seems so proper. - Seems, yes.

There's a vamp in the house down by the bus stop.

Stina is her name and Johansson fancies her.

The other day she served him pound cake, the wench.

- Your recipe is best. - You never know.

There are so many newfangled baking powders and things.

And she's a redhead and they say they're extra fiery.

Do they? Maybe I should dye my hair!

- Do you have a Johansson too? - Nonsense.

- But I may have to move. - Why?

They're going to expand the office, and they don't think my banker fits in.

He's too old. That's the worst flaw you can have these days.

- So he won't be able to keep me on. - You could use a rest.

Instead of competing with ninnies who don't know dumplings from pork.

It'll work out. I'll just have to get used to sleeping in an alcove

with my head sticking out of the window and my feet in the garbage chute.

If anything happens to the Colonel I'll be on the street too.

FAMOUS WEAPON COLLECTOR DEAD

During a hunt, Rutger Hummerborg succumbed to heart failure.

The reading of the will will take place on the 7th at 2 p.m.

It appears we're all here.

- Perhaps I can... - Would you like a knife?

"Last Will and Testament."

"These are my last wishes,

"written on February 8, 1938,

"in view of the fact that I have taken a chill

"and have my annual cold,

"which I usually cure through my strong faith and a splash of brandy,

"but you never know."

"I hereby declare

that the entirety of my fortune, amounting to 2,133,000 kronor and 5 öre,

all of it in securities and property, be divided into three equal parts,

and distributed to my three nephews, Ludvig, Adolf and Baltzar Hummerborg."

Yes!

"First, however, a sum of 20,000 kr will be set aside for Miss Hanna Lundström

the dividends of which will make up her pension.

I bequeath my weapon collection in its entirety to the Artillery Museum."

So wise, so very wise!

- We can go there on Sundays... - ...and look at the halberd!

Yes. Well, I should head out to the house. Of course he left it to our big family.

Excuse me. I see there's an addendum on page two.

"On this day, July 1, 1939, I, Rutger Hummerborg,

declare the above invalid and its stipulations canceled."

It can't be!

"As I was mowing the lawn in my yard today, I said to myself:

Why the heck should I give a lot of money

to people who don't give two hoots about me?

I declare therefore that my entire fortune, plus my house,

be left to Miss Hanna Lundström,

who has proven quite adept with firearms."

- That's a forgery! - It's a coup by that woman!

Excuse me, please calm yourselves a moment.

"We certify that Rutger Hummerberg was of sound mind

and was not under any duress when he made this change to his will.

Signed Johan Haag, General and William Ankar, Admiral."

- I protest! - Let's go home and talk this out.

- Then I don't get the silver fox cape? - How can you talk about that now?

Hanna dear, it can't be that bad to get two million?

- Where is Monika! - Yes, I'm coming.

This is the biggest bombshell you've fired, Colonel.

Of course you meant well, you were so kind.

I'll dust off and oil the rifles

and the cannon on the terrace will thunder on parade days.

But the money! What in the world will I do with that cash?

But thank you, sir, if a common thank you is good enough for two million.

Golly, what a lot of money!

- Stop pacing, you'll make me hysterical! - You are hysterical, Lucie.

- Don't touch! - Who isn't hysterical?

Yes, darling, you're hysterical too.

- This... this is a scandal! - Can't you say anything more intelligent?

- You have to do something! - This calls for action!

Ludvig, you're a patent advisor and all. Can you come up with something?

- Invent something? - Like a new can opener or wine cork?

- This isn't easy! - Calm down.

- I have an idea! - Impossible!

Yes, I do. And it's not bad. I might even call it ingenious.

- It will require some sacrifice. - At this point I'd give anything.

What's your idea? Out with it!

- I'll marry her. - You'll do what?

- You wouldn't dare! - Please, everyone gets married.

Perhaps it's better if you, Ludvig, divorce Lucie and marry her?

- I really have to run now... - Where are you going?

Out for a stroll. Who knows where I'll end up?

So long, boys and girls!

Well, this is just peachy!

- Miss Kristin! Hello. - Hello.

I understand we're both going to Hanna's ...I mean Miss Lundström's.

- This is shocking. I worry about Hanna. - Why is that?

You never know how money will affect people. My aunt won 700 kronor...

- ...and she got out of control. - Oh, Hanna will be Hanna.

- You can show the guests to the parlor. - Yes, ma'am... I mean miss.

- We should go through the kitchen. - You think so? It's Hanna's house.

- This way, please. - What did I say?

Miss Lundström is in the parlor.

Now I think the hostess should welcome the guests and say something nice.

Johansson, you've always been punctual.

I actually used to go and look at the meter to see if you were coming soon!

Kristin, you've always been a faithful friend.

Now enjoy what I have to offer, or what the Colonel had.

Then we'll go to the funfair. Cheers!

- It was kind of you to invite us. - You're still the same Hanna...

you are.

- Have you heard this one? - Yes.

Slow down, it's a good one!

Let's see... Why can't I fly if butterflies?

Get it? Butterflies!

- Butterflies? - You know... butter flies.

- That's one of those rebuses! - Butterflies?

No, butter... flies!

- Two men want to see Miss Lundström. - During Johansson's joke! Butterflies?

- They're from Home & Hearth magazine. - I'd better go. I'll be right back.

Butterflies! Where do you get those jokes?

You get the joke, right, Kristin?

Butter flies!

- Hello, we're from Home & Hearth. - What can I do for you?

We simply must photograph you! We're writing an article called,

"Sweden's happiest former housekeeper, Hanna Lundström."

"The Västerås girl who became a millionairess."

- I'm from Köping, otherwise that's right. - Köping, how romantic!

It certainly isn't romantic to interrupt someone's dinner!

- Dinner? You didn't cook it yourself? - Why wouldn't I?

- I don't want some new girl to poison me. - Poison! So funny. Quite the card.

Why don't we take a nice picture in front of the fireplace?

- Kneel here! - That's it, that's it!

Now let's curl up here. Support your arm here.

You can do a better curl. That's it.

Now relax and gaze dreamily into the fire. Smile, smile, smile!

You ready, Snapper? Good, we've got the smile.

Dream in the embers, and we'll take the shot.

- That's it. Yes! - Lovely, lovely.

Come and sit on the piano bench.

Touch the keys. Tickling the ivories is better than peeling potatoes, eh?

- But I can't play the piano. - No matter.

- Won't the accordion do? - Accordion! Wonderful! Folksy.

Sit on the piano, I'll help you. We'll do a nice setup.

There you are, and here's your instrument.

- Is this good, or should I look sillier? - This is fine.

Johansson's waiting...

Getting interrupted just as I'm about to explain the punch line!

I'm sure Hanna has a lot to do.

It's her duty as hostess to at least sit with us at the table!

Now a little outdoor shot and we're done.

Oh, what's this! Shot put balls! This gives me an idea!

You've always wanted to do shot put, you've dreamt of it,

but weren't able to, all you did was the dishes.

Snapper, get ready.

Take a little hop up there. Take the ball in your hand, gracefully.

Up on your toes... Bend your knees, gracefully. Ah, lovely, lovely.

Oh, that's it, a true gymnast. That's right.

Now just relax, relax, Miss Lundström, remember that.

That's perfect!

Sounds like you need to relax.

I have one question, Kristin:

What do old friends mean compared with filthy money? Nothing!

Oh no. They're forgotten.

The fly away like dandelion fluff in the wind.

- They don't even get to make a speech. - We have time to wait.

Johansson doesn't wait. You don't know me if you think that. I'm a proud man.

And if Johansson is insulted, he takes his bike and goes home.

And she can sit there with her bank books!

Cheers, Johansson!

Ready, Snapper? Miss Lindström, tilt your head like this. Dreaming by the seaside.

That's it, lovely. You're thinking, "Won't he come soon?"

- Lovely. - That's it, then.

Thank you, Miss Lundström. It was nice to make your acquaintance.

- Come along now, Snapper! - Lovely, lovely.

Snapper? I guess his mind's snapped.

Johansson!

Johansson! Kristin! Where did my guests go?

Johansson! Johansson!

Johansson! Kristin!

Yoohoo!

Hello, Miss Lundström, it's me.

I was just passing by and I picked some flowers.

- Some roses. - Where is Johansson?

Johansson? Is he lost?

They'd made it to the roast beef and now they're gone.

That's happened to me, too. Once I was gone even before the fish.

May I help you look?

- You don't need to take the time. - Nonsense, I like to do people favors.

- Have you checked under the table? - Gosh, I didn't think of that!

No, they're not there.

Perhaps Johansson will come back. Shall we sit down and wait?

I don't understand this at all. But surely you have other things to do.

Not so much.

- Have some dessert. Sunshine pudding. - How delightful.

As long as it's homemade by Miss Lundström herself.

Oh, you!

- Where can they have gone? - Don't worry.

There's only one thing missing. The port wine Uncle Rutger used to serve.

You know where it is?

- Miss Lundström, if I may? - Just a splash.

To your health, Miss Lundström.

A woman is like a fine port wine, she gets better with every year.

Until she goes sour, just like wine.

You're quite funny, Miss Lundström.

Let's do something together. Let's do something really crazy.

I'll go anywhere with you!

- Johansson and I were going to the fair. - Fair?

That's why he came here. And then he got lost.

Yes, he got lost.

He got lost!

We could go there. I haven't been there in 15 years.

It's the only bad habit I've avoided.

- To the fair! - I'll have to change my dress.

- My arm, madam. - Oui, monsieur! You are so silly, sir!

FUNFAIR WAFFLES - HOT DOGS - DANCING

Is that you, Johansson?

Afraid so.

Are you coming to read my meter soon?

Maybe tomorrow.

- The lady of the house will be out at two. - At two, then.

- Aren't you going to ask me to dance? - I'm not a swing dancer, but I get by.

LOVE THERMOMETER

You sent it all the way up to "erotic."

Is it true that I'm as intoxicating as the Love Thermometer says?

I have one thing to say: Sunshine pudding!

- Lousy heel! - I'm sorry?

- Johansson! - Johansson's been found?

- Johansson has some skills. - Does he?

I don't care about Johansson, I want to ride the carousel.

- Look, a giraffe! I want to ride it. - I'll see that you get it.

So that's why you left! To ride a giraffe with him!

Who walked out?

You're a man... a man-eater!

Mr. Hummerborg, Stop the carousel, I want to get off...

It's been a wonderful evening. I hope it won't be the last.

If you don't stop this carousel, it will definitely be the last.

Look at this!

With our money! We'll sue.

That will be difficult. She got the money legally.

She's in the paper making us look ridiculous!

Being in the paper isn't unusual these days.

- Can't we do something? - I don't know what to tell you.

If she were clearly irresponsible with the money and we had proof...

But there's nothing particularly sensational in these photos.

She's going to be irresponsible, I know it!

Yes, I'm sure she will!

Goodbye.

Relax, you're getting more lovely by the minute.

I don't think I dare. Do you think I'm asparagus,

to be served up with hot towels?

And there's the butter on the asparagus. No more! I want to go home!

You're making me into veal fricassee!

Patience, dear. The reward will come later.

How about a nice summer dinner at Hasselbacken, with...

let's say gravlax, a finely aged Mosel...

And wild strawberries!

- Do you like wild strawberries? - That's a question for later.

Yikes. And I thought we'd done away with the death penalty.

Excuse me.

Can I make a last request? I'd like coffee and saffron buns. Is that okay?

Is this where you are! I finally tracked you down.

- Well done, Lucie. But you're too late. - Too late?

It will all be over by the time we get to the wild strawberries.

- So you're too late, little Lucie. - You think so? We'll see about that.

Is that Miss Lundström? What a surprise!

Yes, I don't usually spend my time in ugly lady repair shops.

- Hello, Mrs Hummerborg. - Hello.

- What hairstyle will you get? - The shipwreck style is popular now.

- Oh, that's very chic. - It's like rough seas and a sinking ship.

- It would suit your looks. - I think it would suit you more.

What hair! What texture!

- I could do a lot with it. - Don't do more than 8.50's worth.

- Don't you want a manicure, too? - No thanks, I don't drink in the morning.

- You're so funny, Miss Lundström! - Of course you want a manicure.

What kind of style shall we do? A Pompadour? A Du Barry?

Whichever. Do both, as long as I can get out of here.

Don't say that, Miss Lundström. Isn't it nice?

Don't you feel like a whole new person?

Sure I do.

But the old me is saying, "Your time is up, Hanna Lundström."

- Well, that wasn't what I was expecting. - Don't I look pretty?

Put it on Miss Lundström's tab. Now let's pick out some nice clothes.

- But Miss Lundström and I... - You'll have to wait, Baltzar.

This way, Miss Lundström.

- Isn't this fun, Baltzar? - Fun?

Oh, that's so chic! It's like it was made for you.

- That's impossible. - Why not?

It's so small. I think I need a big hat.

- How about that? - It's nice to have my own roof.

No, no, that's not me.

- If you don't like it, we'll try another. - Yes, let's.

Oh, that's elegant!

No! I'd need a carpenter to come over and cut doors in it.

You just gave me an idea! I'll be right back.

- Is the decorator Mr. Lunder here? - That would be me.

- Hello! - Mrs. Hummerborg, welcome.

- Were you pleased with the bar? - It's very elegant.

But you see, Mr. Lunder, Miss Lundström asked me

to consult you about making her home more exclusive. What would you recommend?

Italian renaissance and Spanish rococo are the trends right now.

But perhaps she'd consider something tropical?

Something tropical! That's perfect. But we need it right away.

- I'll be there at 7 a.m. tomorrow. - I knew I could count on you.

Let Mr. Lunder into your home and soon you won't recognize it!

- Goodbye, Mr. Lunder. - Au revoir, Mrs Hummerborg.

- Lucie, what is this all about? - It's my little secret.

- But... - Hello, Charlotte!

I must introduce you to Miss Lundström. You know who I mean?

- She's quite the card. - I can't wait!

- Miss Lundström! - I'll be done soon!

Allow me to introduce Mrs. Charlotte Jonsson.

- At the club she's "Little Lotta." - Is that where you stand guard?

- Yes? - Hello...

Let's take her to the club's dinner.

- It will be a sensation. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- I protest, Lucie! - You Hummerborgs are so unimaginative!

- Can't you come up with another phrase? - I...

Here comes the bride! Hello there, everyone!

- There will be a scandal, Lucie. - You think?

Come, let's go.

- Seriously, how do I look? - Every inch a lady of the world.

- That sounds horrible. - Come now, let's get a car.

Come in!

No, go out again! What are you doing here?

My name is Majken. I'm your employee as of today.

What can I get you?

- The big stainless steel pot. - Sorry?

The big stainless steel pot on the shelf by the kitchen stove.

That must be the pounding headache I've heard so much about.

- Is this it? - Yes.

Oh, so nice and cool.

Do you know what a ladies' club is?

A place where ladies gather and knit and drink coffee, I think.

That's what I thought too.

But I can tell you, they don't knit and whatever they drink, it isn't coffee!

If you had this pounding in your head, I'd pity you so!

- But I do! - You do?

- Were you served cocktails yesterday too? - No, but the house is full of workmen.

- What house? - This one!

What! And I thought it was in my head!

Give me that.

Watch out!

Good morning, Miss Lundström! We'll make this place enchanting.

We'll get rid of that wall! Away with it! I just hate walls. They're so drab.

We'll brighten it up with cheery draperies.

We'll make a little rotunda here...

A little jungle of tropical plants here, with a real totem pole, lit up from below.

- You ought to be lit up from below. - How naughty! Such humor!

I must be off now, but I'll be back soon. I'll fly like the wind. Au revoir!

Bye-bye.

Why on earth would I want all this?

Why do I need a toto pole in the hallway?

Good morning, little Hanna! Wasn't last night just wonderful?

- What do you think of your lion? - The hatred is mutual.

You're so funny, Hanna!

We need to get going now.

At 11:00, ping-pong with the consul's wife.

At noon golf, at 1 p.m. lunch with the Goldfish Aficionados,

At 3:00 tennis and at 4:00, riding.

- And cocktails at 5. - Exactly!

You're so clever, Hanna! I'm surprised.

Just wait, there are a lot more surprises to come.

This does the trick for pounding hammers.

Thanks for bringing me. I love the country!

Yes, yes.

I have business to take care of. I'll be gone an hour or so.

- Why don't you take a walk? - Sure, don't worry about me.

- It's been a long time, Sundin. - It has.

But we can reconnect with old business partners with our new prospects.

What have you got wind of now?

- It's you with the cake! - From Hanna's kitchen, yes.

What on earth are you doing here, Miss... Monika?

Just enjoying the countryside. Is this where your farm is?

Yes, it's just up the road. I've just bought a pig.

A pig? You're buying pigs, Lieutenant? I'm speechless!

You must see the pig, since you're so enamored of farming.

It's not just any pig.

- He's so cute! - He's got a little curly tail, too.

- Jump in and I'll give you a ride. - I'd love that, but I can't.

- I'm meeting my fiancé in town at 1:00. - There's time. Jump in.

A horse-drawn carriage... I simply can't say no.

That's Björnlunda.

This little one is Olga. One of few future cows who aren't called Rosa.

When I think of all the nonsense back home in the city.

Teas for Mother's charity ladies and dinners for Father's board members.

I'd much rather stand here feeding Olga grass.

- I can tell you're cut out for this life. - Shall we keep walking?

This is the kind of home I've dreamt of.

I've thought about you so many times.

I just mean that you looked so nice sitting in the kitchen.

- You were probably thinking of the cake. - You'll never let me forget that cake.

You must be so happy to have all this.

- Maybe not completely happy. - What do you mean?

- Financial troubles. - Surely a farm like this supports itself?

No, you can't farm efficiently without a lot of modernization.

Sundin says I should sell the farm, and with luck it will cover my debts.

I've almost got him ready to sell.

Storforsen, the power company that owns all the land around here?

They want Björnlunda. I heard it from one of their technicians.

So if we buy the farm as soon as possible, we stand to make 30,000.

- Let's talk about you instead. - There's nothing to talk about.

You're not like anyone I've ever met. I think I might fall in love with you.

You can't say that the second time you meet a girl.

You can if she's engaged to someone else and this may be your last encounter.

I have to go now. It's almost one o'clock.

- Do you really have to? - Yes, I do.

I know you'll be back.

Let's start over. When your opponent says "play," you say "ready."

What's red?

Are there more?

Oh! It's so high up!

You look fabulous. Like you were made for the saddle.

We'll see when he starts moving.

- What do I do with all the straps? - Just a moment.

Well, I never!

You couldn't ask for a better riding companion than Mr. Hummerborg.

Stop!

Stop! Don't you understand Swedish?

Nice horsey.

Wait, Hanna, let me help you.

There now.

Come into my arms.

- Am I alive? - More than ever, Hanna dear.

What a lovely place. It's made for a little heart-to-heart.

Go ahead and talk. I need to rest.

- Dear Hanna, there are times in life... - Are there?

I mean... If you only knew how alone I am.

If I had a family like yours, I'd spend all my time alone.

You misunderstand.

This shallow life of restaurants and bars... What is the meaning of it all?

It may be entertaining while it lasts,

but afterwards it's shameful. You long for the comforts of home.

You're going to check into a boarding house?

You misunderstand. I'm talking about the comforts of marriage. A home of our own.

- You're thinking of getting married? - Quite right, Hanna.

- Can you guess with whom? - How should I know?

Is it so unthinkable that you and I could find happiness together?

- That's hilarious! - What's funny about that?

It's the funniest thing you've ever said!

I'll never forget this! Marry me!

I'm taking the trolley home. The horse will find his own way.

- But... - Goodbye!

Good, you're back! You're to meet Mrs. Hummerborg at the Miniature Pinscher Club.

Call her back and tell her they'll have to bark on their own.

I'm tired of horses, dogs and hens. I'm going to bed.

Oh right, it's Sunday, I gave her the day off. It's my lucky day!

Hello, Mr. Banker. This is Hanna Lundström.

Is Kristin available?

What? She doesn't work there anymore?

I'm sorry to hear that.

Where is she now? She hasn't found a job?

Bastugatan 33, across the courtyard, third floor.

It will work out. If I've managed this long, I can keep it up.

The occasional cleaning job will keep me afloat.

Can you move in with me? I have so much space.

No, that kind of frippery is nothing for me.

- Maybe I can help... - I'm fine, thank you.

Spend it on your fancy friends.

I'm done with all that. No one is there and no one is coming.

- Can't you come over for some tea? - No, I can't!

But if you serve coffee, I might consider it.

Yes, you can have coffee. Good coffee!

I apologize that our hostess is late, but she is a bit eccentric...

You all heard her invite the ladies' club to Sunday tea?

I hope she'll play the accordion for us!

Hello. Hello, little Lucie.

Isn't this a nice arrangement. It's almost like it's your house.

- You dare to come here? - Well...

By the way... Come here so we can talk.

You're mistaken, little Lucie. I was just out for a walk.

Don't even try. I know why you're here. You're a gold digger!

- You're a bit hysterical, you know. - You haven't succeeded yet.

That engagement announcement in your hand is a fraud.

You want to have her declared incompetent, is that any better?

We each have our ideas. I'm not sure yours is the right one.

See you later, little Lucie.

Wonderful Hanna! We've been looking for our darling hostess.

- I'm Kristin, a friend of Hanna's. - Hello.

- Who let the menagerie in? - It's the club!

- Don't you remember inviting them? - "The club"!

I'll introduce the ladies you haven't met.

Here is our hostess.

This is the Countess Skäärkull and the banker's wife Bergenhjärta

and the newly married Mrs. Von Sprötz.

Kristin.

Kristin.

- Welcome to the whole gang. - Oh, Hanna...

- Such language! - Hanna, calm yourself.

I'm not going to calm myself. I need to speak my mind.

There's not one honest soul here. Look at this walking Christmas tree.

- Really! My mother was a Von Löwen. - Mine's a Karlsson, but I'm not stuck-up.

- Shocking! - What?

Yes, it is shocking, as the lady says. Now it's my turn to talk.

You all thought it was fun to come here and laugh at Hanna.

And whisper about how silly she is.

But look at her!

She's lived a life of good, honest work. That's more than any of you have done.

And don't worry about the money I inherited. I know what I'll do with it.

- How common! - Nothing wrong with that.

It's true what the newspapers say. There's a new type of person in Sweden.

A healthier type.

Women have better things to think about than tea parties and painting their faces.

You can all pack up your silver fox tails and dingly-dongs...

- ...and hightail it out of here! - I couldn't have said it better!

- Are you sending us away? - I am.

And if that doesn't work, I'll use the Colonel's tactics.

You hear? The woman is completely mad!

- I'm not staying another minute! - That's the first smart thing you've said.

Go ahead, shoot. I know who it will hurt the most.

If you understand artillery so well, you'd better back out of here.

- And don't come back. Well? - I'll go when I please!

- I won't be ordered around by a maid! - Did you say maid?

That's the last straw!

Oh golly, was it loaded?

"Housekeeper Hanna Lundström, who recently inherited a fortune,

"has dedicated the entire sum to a pension fund for retired housekeepers."

Is that proof enough?

I think it's time for legal action.

Miss Lundström will meet with one of our best psychiatrists.

Through this delegation, the Houskeepers' Association wishes

to offer its sincerest thanks to Miss Hanna Lundström

for the generous donation that will be such a blessing for our profession.

Comrades! Four cheers for Miss Lundström. Hip hip...

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Here you are.

We also want to present a gift

that will remind you daily of your colleagues' gratitude.

Dear Hanna!

Dear Hanna...

Yes, I know what to say. And you all know what I want to say.

And Hanna, you know too.

Dear Hanna...

Thank you, you wonderful girl!

This is so kind of you! It brings me to tears.

But the donation won't be happening.

- It won't be happening? - There's no donation?

They're sending me to a doctor to examine my head. We know what they'll say!

They won't stop us that easily! Gather round, here's what we'll do.

- So you're Hanna Lundström? - I'd be a fool if I tried to deny that.

- How are you feeling? - Fine, how are you, doctor?

- We're talking about you now. - All right.

So you're sleeping poorly,

tossing and turning in your bed?

No, I sleep like a little elephant at night and I have no plans to stop.

Aha, I see...

Then let's take a look at your reflexes.

Now, let's not get personal!

Sit here.

- I'll just tap lightly on... - Oh no, my knees are so ticklish!

- You seem to have normal reactions. - Of course, why wouldn't I?

Did you expect my leg to fall off?

Do you suffer from any delusions?

For example that someone is following you?

If that happens, I call the police!

Have you ever had the feeling that you're someone else?

For example, a historical figure...

Joan of Arc, or something like that?

No, I can't say that I have. I'm busy enough being myself.

Is that so? Usually significantly phlegmatic individuals

with latent irritable neurasthenia coupled with hypochondria...

What am I saying? I mean...

A latent irritable neurasthenia

has a contemplative effect on the autonomic nervous system...

It sounds like you need a break.

- Why? - You keep stumbling. Are you nervous?

- Nervousness is normal. - But it's unnecessary.

If you get excited, you should count slowly to ten, and it will pass.

- Is it worst in the mornings? - Everyone is a bit rough in the morning.

You don't have to be. Take Nux Vomica, 30 mg, five tablets morning and evening.

- Does it do any good? - It's fantastic!

The Colonel and I took it every time we got upset, and it calmed us right down.

- I'll make a note of that. - Do!

- As a rule I don't believe in homeopathy. - No?

I'll check back with you in a week. Take it easy until then.

Take the medicine and remember, there are no nerves.

That's 5 kronor for the prescription. Pay me next time.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... eight... nine... ten.

Hello? Could I speak to general manager Douglas Kastenhjelm?

He's out of town? How strange.

And you don't know where he went?

Oh yes, I know.

Björnlunda... Yes... Thanks.

- Well, how did it go? - Dr. Santesson says it went well...

- Oh, that's wonderful! - ...for Miss Lundström.

- What? - Miss Lundström?

- What do you mean? - It's impossible!

After this assessment I wouldn't want to start proceedings against her.

There's nothing wrong with her mind. In fact, she's unusually sharp-witted.

- Is there no justice in the world? - I'd say that's what this is... after all.

Remember to have lounge chairs on the terrace.

Or rocking chairs for those who want them.

And every morning a coffee table with danishes, gingersnaps and spritz cookies.

You're an angel.

Everyone is to have what she wants. You get the room with the balcony.

- Why do I get it? - Because you're in charge, of course.

- I have to go now. - Why don't you stay? It's your house.

I can't stay. I'm strong and healthy and can work for many more years.

- But maybe someday... - Stay for coffee, at least.

Come in!

I'm from the power company. I'm here to read the meter.

- Where is it? - You don't know?

- Where is it? - Over there, where it's always been!

Silly.

Time for coffee.

Well, Johansson?

Coffee is served.

Well, Johansson, what do you say when you're served? Well?

Won't you play a bit on the accordion?

You haven't forgotten everything, I see!

But I've heard a little bird saying

That soon my true love will come

He's got the right spirit and good looks and always he holds me...

- I have to talk to you, Hanna. - All right, let's go in here.

- What is it? - You're the most sensible person I know.

My fiancé is about to cheat Lt. Björnberg out of his farm!

It's true! He took a contract over there.

- If he signs it, he loses everything. - Hanna Lundström to the rescue!

The farm must be worth a lot more!

Perhaps you prefer to pay your debts in cash?

Sign it!

- I think we're in time! - What are you doing here?

I'm here to tell Lieutenant Björnberg not to sign that! It's a scam!

There's nothing wrong with the farm. My ex-fiancé told me.

- That's what! - Thank God I didn't sign it!

Oh yes! Your debt of 20,000 to me isn't going to disappear.

- I'll have you declared bankrupt! - Oh you will?

And what do you say if I put a bit of cash in?

Where the heck did I put it?

Quiet! No one's asleep here!

Look, what do you say about that!

- But didn't you donate the money to... - I did indeed!

But first I took the 20,000 the Colonel left me in the first will, for my pension.

And I'm investing that money in Björnlunda, got it? I'm no fool.

One, two, three, four, five...

...16, 17, 18, 19, and 20!

- There's no one like you! - There's something about me...

There is, all right!

- I'm so happy the farm was saved! - How do you think I feel?

Oh... I apologize, Miss Hummerborg.

That's quite all right, Lieutenant Björnberg.

Since I'm the oldest, I suggest you drop the titles before you get married!

- Gösta. - Monika.

You already know my name. As co-owner of Björnlunda, you should live here.

Is there a small house? The last one I got was a bit too big.

Take your pick, from a henhouse to an electrical station.

- That sounds like something for Johansson. - Oh yes, Johansson!

Mr. Johansson, you won't get mad if I ask you a favor?

I'd do anything for you.

I think we should agree to have a son, as soon as possible.

Yes, we will.

And name him Rutger after the Colonel. He was a good man.

If you're a tenth the man he was, I'll be happy.

- I'll never live up to the Colonel. - Don't be so sure, Johansson.

You should never say never in matters of love

Even if you are a solo-solo-solo-mia

The End

Subtitle translation by Jennifer Evans