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- Are there rats here? - No.

I've been here before.

Nobody will find us here.

Thanks.

Thanks.

- I have some pork, too. - No, thanks. I'm good. I'm full.

You'll get cold if you don't eat.

- Are you cold? - No, I'm fine.

We're fine here.

Oh, little Anna...

lily of Sharon.

I can feel your soft shoulders through the dress.

Such small flowers. Green background.

So beautiful.

Like tall, soft grass. Even more beautiful than the dress.

If only she could walk. Sweet Anna, my loveliest friend.

I would twist your wheelchair and kick it to pieces.

No, why?

I would give it to someone who needs it. That's better.

But you and I, my little dove...

We would take long walks and smell the sweet, fresh hay.

Maybe we would dance.

It's so still.

I see fish make ripples in the water...

and white water lilies on the surface.

But the yellow water lilies come up above the surface.

If you drop a piece of wood in the swirls, it follows the boat.

That's how it is.

A lot of other things are hard to understand.

My stomach is rumbling. I think I ate too fast.

Your hair smells so nice. I love it.

I caress you with the back of my hand where the skin is smoother.

Makes me feel the softness.

Now I'm thinking about my dead mother...

who is buried under heavy, black soil.

She was also soft. Mostly under her chin.

Sometimes I pushed my mouth into the softness.

But her arms were quivering as if they had an engine in them.

I've never met my father, but he's in a painting at the museum.

Not his face, but his body. The head is a real officer.

He was modeling. The officer was not so strong in his body.

My father was a brave soldier, and I have his head here.

Look, Anna. My father.

There.

My father is amongst the angels in the sky, defending everyone there.

But you've seen my sister Vera. Remember?

- Remember that? - What?

Do you remember Vera?

She's coming all the way from Stockholm on the train.

Now!

She's got nice clothes, too.

Soft socks.

Vera is married to an engineer, Henry Berghald,

and they live on Drottninggatan in Stockholm.

They are so rich, they can travel any way they want.

Maybe they will buy a farm here. That's why they're coming.

They've been to Germany, America and maybe Denmark.

They can go by boat or airplane anywhere they want.

To all the people and tribes, says the Lord.

Vera!

- Hi, Vera! - Good day, Sven.

Vera!

- This is Anna and Mrs. Andersson. - Hermansson, chauffeur.

Vera gave me a bible. Yes.

She's nice now, but she was with the others when I was little.

If you touch me, I will break my hand!

One time she forced me to eat oatmeal with feces from chickens.

God damn it.

You stupid fuck!

She was probably sad because everyone called me an idiot.

But I got to go to school and learn how to read.

I mostly read the newspaper Triumph when Vera was working.

And Vera's bible, of course.

"Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon."

- Is that enough or you want more? - If I had room, I would take more.

If you take down the pig, it'll be easier to load.

But be careful!

God damn it! The pig is on the loose!

Catch it!

Well, that was it.

Is that the time? I have to go.

Hey, Manager! I was thinking...

What the hell are you staring at, you fucking idiot?

Get out! God damn it, you fucking idiot!

I should have killed him then.

Fucking fuck!

I didn't have the guts.

That son of a bitch.

Who behaves like that?

"I don't care about farm country. I'll go to the city.

Be well, Mother. Vera."

After Vera left for Malmö, she sent a lot of money.

Many ten kronor bills.

But it was more difficult after Vera left.

Mother had trouble with her genitals.

Something that drains her.

I don't know what it was, but it was like she shrank and dried up.

Like dead, poisoned mice that dry up to nothing but skin patches.

She walked between the farms and worked.

She did all kinds of jobs.

Hello? Anybody home?

Are you ready, Sven?

Why is it so dark?

What's the matter with Mrs. Olsson?

I don't know. She's just so still all the time.

She hasn't said a word all night.

Oh?

I see.

I guess Mrs. Olsson is dead, then.

Yes, she's dead.

That is terribly sad.

- Mother is dead? - Yes.

She probably went peacefully, without any pain.

- Mother is dead? - Don't be upset.

You're seeing the manager today.

It's good that someone looks after you.

I will let the priest and the police know.

- Is Mother dead? - Yes.

Grab your stuff. The manager wants you to start work today.

- Is Mother dead? - Sven.

Grab the chest here...

...and I'll grab the bag.

Come, Sven, we'll go to the manager.

That's the manager's house.

You'll be living in the stables over there.

It's that door over there.

It's the first booth on the left. Go on in.

Are you the new guy?

You can take these and fill them up there.

Hi. I brought some sandwiches.

Welcome.

Well...

And you are the idiot that's going to work here?

- Yes. - We'll put you to work, I'm sure.

I'm Manager Höglund.

I know. I've seen you before.

You can't say "you" to me. You're supposed to say "Manager."

Yes, Manager.

- Are you strong? - Oh, yes.

That's good. You'll work here on the farm.

But sometimes you'll help out at my factory in town.

Sorry to hear about your mother.

Where is Äspet?

Where is Äspet?

That way, make a turn at the milk table.

No!

They gave him the wrong bottle.

They went back to Jönsson and said: "Are you still alive?

It wasn't schnapps you got, it was hydrochloric acid."

Jönsson said: "That explains why there's a hole in the chamber pot."

Fucking Jönsson! "A hole in the chamber pot."

It's dangerous to drink hydrochloric acid.

That's the funny part. He thought it was schnapps.

He could have fucking died.

Sometimes you're just so stupid, Sven.

Take the thing out.

Careful!

You better help him. That thing is worth several thousands.

Hang her on that hook.

There you go.

I've got him!

Bengt, I've got him!

- What should I do with him? - Drown it.

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

nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

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

ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

I can't do it!

Calm down, Sven. I got it.

I know, it sucks. But someone's got to do it.

"Then I saw another mighty angel coming down from heaven.

He was robed in a cloud with a rainbow above his head,

his face was like the sun

and his legs were like fiery pillars."

Yes.

You stay here.

...since the day we were married. It's always the same story.

Go outside for a while, kids. Beat it!

I get so mad. God damn it!

You're supposed to fix dinner, not this half-ass stuff. I can't stand it!

Are you crying? Stop crying, bitch! I can't stand it!

Stop it! God damn it!

Wallin!

- Drive this to Håkansson's today. - Bengt is ill.

You can take it yourself, God damn it.

How does this thing work?

You have to put oil in it. It's out.

- Where the hell is the oil? - Over there, I think.

This is molasses. But that might work.

Molasses? Are you bringing me molasses?

Little friend... if you put that in there, you'll break the engine.

The engine will jam up.

Molasses! I would love to see Father's face if you broke that.

- That's a good one. - It has to be oil.

My mother mends my socks.

But my mother is dead, you see.

You fucking "idiet."

It's not "idiet," it's "idiot."

Start by putting the first gear in.

That's good. No, don't touch those.

Take it easy with the clutch and just drive.

No, no, no. Take it easy, Sven.

Just go straight forward. Wait a minute!

What do you do to go forward? Put it in first gear and go.

No, Sven! Stop!

Here we go!

- You want these at the prow? - Yes. Thank you.

I can row.

- You want a drink first? - Yeah, that would be nice.

You have to stay here and wait for us, Sven.

Hi!

- Hi! - Hi!

Hi, tall guy! Come here!

Come!

- Hi. - Hi.

Come here.

You want some candy?

Nice weather we have today.

Could you keep me company while they are swimming? Sit down.

Wild strawberries.

- Do you like wild strawberries? - Yes. Oh, look.

I'm sorry.

- Would you like some? - No.

- Have some! - I ate some already.

Do you recognize Do you recognize

The tailor from Starbäcka?

Do you recognize The tailor from Starbäcka?

He cut off the journeyman's head That night he was dead

He threw the head in the river And left with a shiver

- Have you heard that one? - No.

- Hi. We met Sven by the lake. - Okay.

How do you do?

Would you like some coffee?

Get us a couple of cups, Axel.

Sit down.

I haven't laughed this much in a long time.

- I could never do that. - Come on, Mom. Try!

- Try it! - You'd like that, huh?

So, they let you sleep with the animals?

In a box.

- It's warm. - Yes. But it sucks.

- Do you wanna play some cards? - Yes, let's do it.

Wahoo!

Shit! I've waited for that sucker for four hours!

Fucking...

- Do you want some, Sven? - No, thanks.

- Have some! - No.

- How about you, then? - No.

He's here now.

- Yes, yes! I'm coming! - Hurry up.

Hurry up, God damn it! I don't have all day.

You fucking drunk!

- I'm sorry! - You fucking drunk!

Get up! I have to be in Malmö before six.

- You fucking drunk! - I'm not well! Sven can drive!

- Can you drive? - I don't have a license.

I didn't ask if you had a license! Can you drive?

A little. I've been driving a little.

You'll drive, then. Take his uniform.

Stop!

I forgot the brown briefcase in my room. Go get it.

Fucking Bengt.

Come in.

Good day.

- I'm here for the manager's bag. - His bag?

It's over there.

Watch out.

What was he doing in the middle of the road?

What was he doing in the middle of the road? Damn animal!

He should have watched himself!

- Where the hell have you been? - Sorry, I was out hunting.

Welcome, Manager Höglund.

I brought a present, Flodin. Let's make sausage from it.

How nice.

This man carrying the animal is a Nobel Prize winner in literature.

Flodin can show him into the kitchen with the corpse,

give him groats so he can drive me tomorrow.

Of course, Manager!

Sit here and stay out of the way.

Get the gin to table four! Quick!

This is good.

We have to drink while we're sober or else!

Cheers!

He couldn't see, so he had someone help him take the food.

But when he got to the shrimp, something sparked in his eye!

Guess what he said? "Hello, ladies!"

But-- but... he was blind?

He had a prosthetic eye, and it was phosphorescent.

Flodin, we want to settle the bill.

Yes.

Mr. Flodin. I dropped the money under the table.

You can crawl down there and take as much as you want.

- I will not count it. - I thank you kindly.

- Flodin is half-Jewish. - At least.

Let's go to my place and get in the sauna!

We need women who will wash us.

I know some very fine ladies. I will go call them.

In a base... yes, yes, yes

In a base... no, no, no

In a basement, there is wine

Stop! This is it! Yes, we're here.

What's the matter with Gustav?

Come on, drunken bastards!

You can carry him.

- Welcome! - Thank you.

- That goes in there. In there. - Shit, you have a fancy place!

Put me down! I'm sober!

Let's hit the sauna in the basement.

You can go out into the kitchen.

Yes?

I'll ask him to take the box down.

You're taking some champagne down to the men.

Put the champagne by the sauna.

- Vera? - Well, hello!

Vera!

At sea, at sea...

I'm hurt!

Hi! Won't you come here?

You're so old, little friend.

Why do people fucking grow old?

I'm so old!

What do you want, freak? What time is it?

- It's nine. - Speak clearly!

You fucking idiot. Shit, is that the time?

We're going to the stallion inspection today.

The stallion inspection is today. Get my clothes.

We're leaving.

I thought I heard something.

What if he came here?

One has to take the good stuff with the bad stuff

It's just Sune.

The postman on his bike. Nothing dangerous.

He's always talking to himself.

He's responsible for money. Packages and letters.

Even though he talks to himself, nobody calls him an idiot.

Watch it, crazy Sven!

What the hell did you say?

- Fuck off, damn kids! - What's your problem?

What did you say?

Watch it! Or do you want a beating?

Don't mind them, Sven.

"The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes

and threw them into the great winepress of God's wrath.

They were trampled in the winepress outside the city,

and blood flowed out of the press

even unto the bridles of the horses."

INDIAN MOTORCYCLES

- I'd like to speak to the manager. - He's in the office there.

In the offi--

- About the tenancy... - That's due today, yes.

You're late. I'm leaving now.

Come to the farm and make the payment to Wallin. I'm out tonight.

But I don't have the money. I've had sick family members.

Can I delay payment until the spring?

- Until spring? - Yes?

Are you crazy? That goes into the accounting for this year.

- No, come over and pay tonight. - But I don't have the money.

Please, let me pay later?

I won't be difficult. Today is December 3rd.

You have three weeks. That'll give you until Christmas.

I won't have the money by then. It's impossible.

Sell your horse and bring me the money on Christmas.

The whistling will stop, said he who lost his lip.

Let's go!

What a son of a bitch. That fucker...

I'm no better than the animals.

Thank the fucking Lord I can't go to church.

I get paid the same as Sessan-- which is zero öre an hour.

But the manager gets money from the poor relief for having me here.

"All night long I flood my bed with weeping

and drench my couch with tears."

This field...

and the castle, the woods and the fields...

all the way to Tjuvstahög is mine. My property...

is under my grace and has been mine for thousands of years.

But most people don't know that.

I also drew a line in the sky with the brightest light of my eyes...

...and put up an invisible fence around the property...

and around the air itself.

But you wouldn't understand.

Sven!

Sven!

You're helping the missus with the cleaning for Christmas.

Do you have to fight? Please, just stop.

At least on Christmas.

I'm done here.

Anybody home?

Morning, here's Santa Claus. Oh, it smells like Christmas here.

- Did the mail arrive yet? - Yes, Father.

- Can Sven clean the windows? - Damn sure.

Hurry up.

Come in.

Good morning, sir.

I see Månsson made it. About time.

- Please, have a seat. - Thank you.

Merry Christmas, I should say. Do you have the money?

Yes, but it was difficult.

I sold the horse and went to the pawnshop.

That's how it goes. If there's a will, there's a way.

I wonder if I can delay part of the payment?

We're pretty broke now.

Delay? I already gave you three weeks.

I have it all here, but...

- But can I pay some of it in March? - No, that's enough.

I'm sorry, but this is business.

One, two, three...

That's right. It's all here.

A big thanks to you, Månsson. I'll get you a receipt.

I just have to sign it...

Here you go.

Thanks again, and again, merry Christmas.

Thank you.

Månsson...

I don't care about the money, it's just the principle.

Keep your deadlines. Pay on time.

I made it this year, the man said, and hung himself on New Year's.

Finally it's Christmas!

Come here, little one!

Now it's Yule again And Yule will last until it's Easter

Hey, Santa Claus, fill your glasses And let's be jolly together

Hey, Santa Claus, fill your glasses And let's be jolly together

Our time is brief upon the earth With troubles many and little mirth

Hey, Santa Claus, fill your glasses And let's be jolly together

What the fuck do you want?

What's this?

Why are you coming with this?

What are you trying to say?

Wait!

You should take this belt.

It's from Father.

Merry Christmas.

- Hi, Anna. - Hi, Sven.

For the first time at this latitude, the happiest freak in the world!

Miss Flora, the lady with no lower body!

She can't walk or dance,

but slithers like a snake.

Give it to them, baby!

I live to show you all of this, fallera

My lower body has gone amiss, fallera

My fiancé is an army man, fallera

Who gives me kisses And dances the cancan, fall-la-la-la

And dances the cancan, fallera

But when he wants more, fallera

My twin sister Has to do the chore, fallera

That way, the love is in our hearts Fallera

Since she is missing The upper parts, fall-la-la-la

Missing the upper parts, fallera!

- I want to ride that, Mom! - It's too dangerous.

- But I want to. - But it's dangerous.

I still want to do it.

- Are you sure you have the guts? - You bet your ass!

Let me go!

Faster!

- Isn't it fun, Sven? - No.

- Are you scared? - No.

- Bye, Sven! - Thanks for a fun evening!

See you later!

- Good to meet you. - I think we'll make a fine deal.

- Yes, I believe so. - Me, too.

Vera! Are you riding in the fancy car?

Shut the hell up, Sven!

- What? - I'll give you something. Later.

There's that idiot. Welcome, come inside. The food is waiting.

- Vera. Hi. - Hi.

Have a seat.

- Hi. - Hi.

Well...

I thought that...

You don't have to tell other people...

...that you are my brother?

Please, Sven.

I will tell the Manager he should make you more comfortable.

Because this is...

You...

Dismount!

Father! They're here!

Thou ancient, thou free Thou mountainous North

Thou quiet, thou joyful and fair!

I greet thee Most beautiful land upon earth

Thy sun, thy sky Thy meadows green

Thy sun, thy sky Thy meadows green

I think you should try, brother. Aim for the white one there?

It will be interesting to try it.

Bullseye! Alle! Fetch!

This will contribute to the feast.

We can't just watch

how thousands of strangers, tinkers and Jews sneak into our country

and take our money and our jobs from us.

We know a handful of resolute men who can stop this development.

Just look at the rest of the world.

It's happening there. It's happening now, my friends.

Let's show our steadfastness tomorrow, against the red bastards

at their meeting in the square in Äspet.

We'll teach them to shut up.

Bravo!

This could be the start of our fight's destiny.

That's right!

But today we gather our strength and have fun in this glorious place.

A threefold hell to our host!

Hell, hell, hell!

Listen up!

Yes!

My dear friends... I hope you feel welcome to my home

and that the food will be to your liking.

I'm sorry we don't have more women,

but I asked my wife and Mrs. Berghald to serve you.

Hope you enjoy it. Welcome.

- Here's the hen. - Oh, my game!

Cock-a-doodle-doo! You're going up! Wake up! Let's have fun!

- Put on this dress. - No.

- Yes, put it on. - No, I don't want to.

- Take off that shit! - I don't want to!

Do as I say!

Here's a little girl with something to drink.

I can pour it.

No!

May I have this dance?

Let him go! Leave him be!

What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't a person have some fun?

What's this supposed to be good for?

What in the world... Sven!

Look at you! What happ--

Come in.

He can stay here. He can sleep in the chamber.

Sure.

- This is insane. - Drink some warm milk. It soothes.

What's happening?

There. Sleep tight, Sven.

Good night.

- I've come to take that home. - Home?

He lives here now and he works for me.

Like hell he does. He works for me.

He ran away a few weeks ago. I need him.

Get in the car.

You can't put him in the stables like some animal.

You cannot call me "you," Mr. Andersson.

This mentally deficient boy is in my custody.

- He has everything he needs. - He's not a retard.

He works for me now. And he gets paid.

We live in a free country.

I won't discuss this with fucking farmers.

Zenta! Come here!

Drive.

What are we going to do with such a pale-looking person?

Here's your salary.

Don't be afraid of Höglund anymore.

There's an ad in the paper today.

"Indian Big Chief with sidecar.

Only 400 kronor. Like new."

- I only have... - I can lend you some.

We'll go check it out tomorrow.

Look straight ahead. There you go.

And a big smile!

No, let's do a serious one.

You did that well.

Drive a couple of laps around the yard.

You've got this. I'll arrange for you to take the test.

But you have to get a certificate.

- I have some photos. - Do you?

Let's have a look.

I'm in all of those.

Great. Everything will be fine.

Do you have any more names besides Sven?

Gösta.

Write your name here.

Sven! The mailman is here. You've got mail!

Here's a letter for you, Sven.

Open it with the knife.

Well, this sucks. I bet Höglund put a stop to this.

What? What happened?

You don't have a certificate of fitness to drive.

- What's that? - You have to get it to get a license.

I'm going to call them and ask them what the hell they mean.

The priest said you are mentally deranged and in need of care.

Even though he never even met you.

Höglund called and asked him to say so.

He's like a king around these parts!

He decides everything.

I'll show that son of a bitch.

Dear friends, I want to give my warm thanks

to Mr. and Mrs. Andersson

who took such good care of me.

Soon the hour of destiny is upon us.

We'll fight against the enemy, side by side.

You took care of me, let me live here

in a real room with wallpaper.

You paid me so I could buy a coat

and take driving lessons and apply for a driver's license.

I gladly work until I sweat

because you pay me real money every week.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Mr. Andersson helped me.

His wife's sister's husband was a famous lawyer,

and he spoke to those in charge.

The newspapers came and asked a lot of questions.

A real doctor examined me at the looney bin in the town.

He said I could get a driver's license, that I wasn't an idiot.

The days passed, but Mr. Andersson wrote letters all night,

called a lot of people and fronted a lot of money,

and he stopped the police from getting me.

The manager had to give up.

I got the paper I need to get my license,

and they wrote it's not permitted to put people in stables.

I finally got my driver's license.

A real driver's license!

One hot dog. No mustard.

You're out driving, crazy Sven?

- That's a really nice bike, Sven. - Yes.

Yes, it's nice. Is this the horn?

- Nice bike. - Yes, it's an Indian.

I see. Not bad.

Wahoo!

This is for you.

- Oh, my! - You made this?

- What a nice rooster! - Why should we have it?

Because...

Help!

Help!

Help!

Ouch!

Ouch!

I didn't see him. He had a bag.

He kicked and punched me. He smelled like smoke.

There, there.

This is horrible.

Why does that road have to go over my property?

The old plan says it should go by the moss.

Your property? You lease it from the Count.

I have a contract!

It's already decided. The Count has approved it.

God damn it!

Wake up, Sven! The pigsty is on fire!

Get more water!

Lawyer Nilsson wants to speak to Andersson.

Andersson has been reckless with his payments.

But I...

- How did you find out? - We have our connections.

Then there's this thing about the lease.

- Can we talk inside? - Sure.

I spoke to the count.

I'd like to take over this property.

- Is this your famous bike? - Yes.

- Do you keep it inside at night? - Yes.

It must have cost quite a bit. Was it expensive?

400.

- Where's Bengt? - Huh? I don't understand you.

Where's Bengt?

He usually drives the car.

He no longer works for Höglund. He drank too much, he got fired.

No!

Nice bike. Nice!

They stick together, the sons of bitches.

Well, I guess he's taking over, then.

And he managed to find the debt.

They turn and twist the law. But there will always be a way out.

- Don't drink any more. - I'll drink as much as I want.

Shit, I guess we'll have to auction off our personal property.

How else will we manage?

- Have a drink, Sven. - No, thanks.

Have a drink and be a man!

- No, it's late. Let's go to bed. - What the fuck?

It's your fault.

This is all your fault.

This never would have happened if you hadn't come.

I can't help it.

Why did you come here? You ruined everything.

- You and your motorcycle! - Anna--

- Don't touch me, you idiot! - Anna!

- Don't touch! Leave me alone! - Anna!

Anna...

My beloved Anna... forgive me.

- One, ten! - There we go!

- One, twenty-five! - One, twenty-five! Going once, twice...

Sold! Too late! Sorry!

Let's move on. Here's a pillow.

- What will you give for this? - Twenty-five öre!

- Fifty öre! - There we go!

Axel! They took it! They took my motorcycle!

They drove here.

- Is it there? - I can't see anything.

Dive deeper!

It's here!

No!

"See, my servant will act wisely,

he will be raised and lifted up and highly exalted.

Just as there were many who were appalled by him,

his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any human being

and his form marred beyond human likeness

so many nations will be amazed by him.

A man of suffering, and familiar with pain."

- Let me talk to him. - No, Mr. Andersson.

- I can't take responsibility for that. - But I know him.

- The man is armed. - He's so nice.

He's an idiot!

Forward!

Subtitle translation by: T.P. Lindberg