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There you go. Thanks for the contribution.
And move forward in the tram, please.

Well, good morning! Time for your
regular payment to the tram company.

Thank you.

Careful!

-Can't you tell the seat is occupied?
-Sorry.

Excuse me.

ADOLF LUNDÉN LAW OFFICE

"Attorney Lundén, arrested yesterday,
admitted to three years of embezzling."

-Good lord!
-"All to cover failed speculation."

-Good morning!
-"And visits to fancy restaurants."

-Well, that figures.
-Something new?

No, sadly just the same as usual.

Look at this. The third pair in a week.
It'll put me in the poor house.

Thankfully, it's payday today.

-Payday? What's that?
-What might that be?

What do you mean?
Why do you all look so odd?

Odd? Here you go, front page,
with a portrait and everything.

But, good lord, what is this?

Imagine that. On a criminal's payroll
for eleven years.

-What will my friends and my family think?
-No one suspects you, Miss Lauritz.

No, I certainly hope not.

It's still a stain
on my good name and reputation.

Or do you think
it will be seen as a recommendation

when I'll be applying for something else?

Something else?
I will never get another job!

Please, darling Miss Lauritz. Don't cry.

You'll get us all started crying.

-You'll find something. You're so good.
-Not at all.

You'll find something, you're young.

And things always work out
for young people.

But me, at my age...

No one wants someone over 40.

Even 35 these days.

Might it not be some sort of mistake?

You're so credulous, Margit.
Thinking the best of people.

But I am the type
that if a man admits to embezzlement

I will suspect that there might be
something to it.

Good morning.

I am Inspector Jonsson
from the Criminal Police.

Who is in charge here at the office?

She is.

I am Miss Lauritz, the company accountant.
What can I help you with?

I assume you have read the morning papers,
so explanations are superfluous.

I am here for the books, and so on.
Maybe you can help me, Miss?

Yes. This way.

-Scary. The criminal police.
-Did you think it was Santa Claus?

So now I'm suddenly free as a bird.

-Bye!
-There you go.

I'll have to look for something.
I need a job.

-Who doesn't? What a situation.
-We may even have to start working.

-Don't joke.
-Never mind.

-What?
-I said never mind.

Never mind us. We'll be fine.

Fine? I don't find it funny that I'm here
on payday without any money.

Sure, but we can always do something.
But what will Lauritz do?

You have to admit
that she's always been very good to us.

Sure, Lauritz is a fantastic lady,
but what can we do?

-What can we think up?
-She could be a model.

A cover model!

-Or, or...
-No!

-No, no.
-Stop being silly.

If we could only think of something
to do together, with Lauritz as well.

Lundén's Law Office.

No, attorney Lundén is not available.

Karl Allan Winkler from
the ad agency Winkler & Winkler.

I've called three times
to speak the attorney.

I see. I'd like to speak to him too.

I'm sorry, but isn't this
Lundén's Law Office?

Well...both yes and no.

What do you mean?
Is he not available because he's in court?

Yes, I find that rather likely.

But I fear that he is on the wrong side

and it will take some time
before he returns.

A few years, to be honest. Yes. Goodbye.

Tell Kjellman I want the draft
before lunch.

-A magazine ad, not a four-part novel.
-Of course, boss.

Call attorney Lundén privately.

He's not in the office
and his staff is loopy.

I'm not sure he has a private phone
where he is right now.

Well, I'll be damned...

So, what do you think?

-An agency?
-Yes, the five of us.

-What kind of agency?
-A detective agency!

Solve murders and trail married men
out with chicks.

No, don't be silly. Listen to this.

Seriously, what are we?
Five regular people.

-Well, yes.
-What do we know?

A bit of everything, but nothing specific.

And what is today's trend?
The very opposite: specialization.

Do we have the slightest chance
to succeed against such competition?

-Except...
-Out of the question.

But we can transform our weakness
into a strength.

Let's ignore the experts. Some people
wash windows, some take care of children.

But what do we do, gentlemen?

Wash windows with one hand,
and change diapers with the other.

Yes, indeed! We water the flowers
while the family is away

and take the children to the zoo,
and walk the dog in the evening.

We are the fourth man at Bridge,
decorate Christmas trees and play Santa.

We get cars in the rain,
and stand in line for tickets.

We do the taxes, and help people
make juice, jam and conversation.

Basically, we will be the first members
of the Union of the Non-Unionized!

Super keen! What a swanky agency!

And you know what it'll be called?
It will be called "We Can".

Super keen! We Can.

-But what can we do?
-We can do what we want.

If we want to, Mårtensson.
But maybe some don't want to.

-Of course I do.
-Really?

But where will we be headquartered?

Even such a modern agency
can't just hover in the air.

-Of course not.
-Let's stay right here!

The rent is paid all quarter.
I'll contact the landlord.

No, I'll do it.

I give him my alcohol ration,
so he eats out of my hand.

Super keen!

Well, now I have your addresses.

So I know where to reach you,
should it be necessary.

That was it. Goodbye.

Formerly Lundén's legal office.
No, he's not in.

He's on the inside, but not here.
He is in jail, you see.

Formerly, yes. The shop is closed.

The attorney is on vacation,
with free room and board.

Yes, I'll be glad to leave him a message.

When I see him, but that may take a while.

About 18 months.

-Miss Lauritz, you're now the boss.
-For the all-round agency We Can.

-For window washing, child care...
-Jam and juice making, acting.

-Lovely!
-This is not the right time for jokes.

-I have just been told...
-You have to hear our idea.

But hold on to your hat,
because this will make your head spin.

-What are we?
-Five regular folks.

-What can we do?
-Various things.

-The trend?
-Specialization.

But we can turn our weakness
into a strength!

-And then?
-Like so:

We ignore the experts,

and are the first members
of the Union of the Non-Unionized!

-Here you go, here's the ad.
-Thank you.

-Miss Stenström wants to speak to you.
-What? Is she...?

-I'm not in. Did you say that I was?
-Yes, I...

Hello, darling.

That was all then, Miss Holm.

-Hello, darling. Thank you for last night.
-Yes, thank you, thank you.

-Do you have a cigarette?
-I don't like you barging in here.

Tossing dumb nicknames around,
so even the staff can hear.

-But you are my darling.
-Yes, yes. There you go.

-Now, listen up.
-Yes?

You behave as if we were married.
Or at least engaged.

That has to end, once and for all!
End of story!

Stop it, Allan.
Didn't we agree to be a couple?

Yes, when I was six! Well, maybe
I did propose when I was twelve.

But you shouldn't have to pay forever
for things you said as a child.

I see. So that's what you're saying now.

I want to put an end
to the silliness between us.

I see. You have another interest.

-Don't be silly. Not at all.
-You're lying. There's someone else.

All right, if you really want to know.

-What's her name?
-Her name?

Well, she doesn't have a name.
I mean, she's not part of our crowd.

You don't know her.
She's a regular family girl.

-But she's a cut above.
-What do you mean?

I mean we're almost engaged.

-Engaged?
-Yes, she has promised to be my wife.

I see. You get engaged behind my back
and humiliate me.

-That's despicable. Rotten.
-True, but that's how I am.

-You should be glad to be rid of me.
-What does your family say about this?

What my family says? Well, my family...

They don't say a thing.
They don't know yet.

We were going to wait to announce it.
That was the plan.

-And me?
-You? You're to be pitied.

Pitied? Thank you. I don't need your pity.

-You're not the only man in the world.
-No?

So, that's basically what we had in mind.

It doesn't hurt to try.
Please say yes, Miss Lauritz.

-Yes.
-You're all so sweet.

I know you thought this up for me.

You have the wrong idea.
We're tired of the daily grind.

We're willing to do anything,
as long as it's new.

All right, if that's what you want.
But it does sound a bit mad.

The worst option is failure.
I will handle the books and finances.

-But I will absolutely not be the boss.
-But if Mrs. Lauritz won't do it...

-Who will do it then?
-Well, let me tell you...

Mrs. Berg will do it.

-Me?
-Yes, you know how to handle people.

You're the boss. That's my one condition.

-I don't mind.
-Agreed. She doesn't look too bad.

Good teeth, rosy skin, violet eyes.
And dimpled cheeks to fall for.

Shouldn't the boss meet our new customers
in a more pin up-like style?

Such talk. Margit is fine like this.
My apologies. May I call you Margit, boss?

Here you go, take your seat.

I accept the role as
the guiding hand of our uncertain future.

In my role as the head of the company,
I give the staff the rest of the day off.

To be able to deal with
certain financial issues.

-Yes, the pawnshop.
-Exactly.

We'll meet tomorrow at 9 a.m.,
sprightly, happy, and full of good ideas.

So long!

-Oh, notary Mårtensson?
-Yes?

-Am I getting a raise?
-No.

I just wanted to thank you
for the violet eyes.

That gave me the courage to keep going.

So long.

Well...

Well, as noted... No!

Something a bit more pin up-like, he said.

I guess that's doable.

"We Can do most things."

"Call We Can if you need a babysitter,
a new apartment or have any problems."

Looks good when you read it.
Better than most ads, even our own.

I've noticed their ads.
I see their cards everywhere.

-Take this to Kjellman. Anything else?
-Miss Stenström asked you to call back.

I see. Well, thank you.

"We Can fix anything"

Fix anything...

Yes, I think that was that.
Well, how does tonight look?

Hellman is going to a parliamentarian
to write a verse and two obituaries.

-I see. And you?
-Babysitter in Nockeby.

My widdle snookums,
are you caring for a baby?

Seriously, I thought that
would have suited Miss Lauritz.

Someone needed a fourth for Bridge,
and Lauritz can tell spades from hearts.

Good, Mårten,
we can't say no to any income.

We've agreed to more than we can handle.

We have an order
for reading to an old lady.

A former teacher, tired of the work,
now living on Tomtebogatan Street.

-How do we handle that?
-I've called in one of our reserves.

Julius Brumse, actor.

Brumse? Never heard of him.
How much will we pay him?

That's up to you. He'll be here soon.
Things are moving along.

True, and that's necessary
for us to afford the rent on the 1st.

-Anything else?
-A man named Winkler is waiting outside.

-Winkler? What could he want?
-I have no idea.

-He seems fishy.
-Fishy?

Dangerous. Flirty. A seducer.
A fluttering social butterfly.

Fancy, fresh, forward,
and fair around the eyes.

My type exactly. I definitely think
you should let him in.

WE CAN

WHEN YOU DO NOT HAVE TIME,
CALL AND WE WILL COME HELP

Pardon me, I wanted to
speak to the chief executive.

The chief executive, well, that's me.

Please, come on in.

Oh, so Miss is the chief executive?

-I thought that...
-That I was a man.

But that was wrong. Does that matter?

Not at all, it would have
made explaining this easier.

I see, but if it's about a task,
we will do anything.

Anything?

When we say "anything",
we mean "anything".

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

I read this in your ad,
and if you live up to that, well...

Of course we live up to it. Cigarette?

Thank you.

I need you to find a young lady
to act as my fiancée.

Only for one night. Only formally.

-I see. May I ask you why?
-Certainly.

A certain young lady thinks I'm engaged.
I want her to keep believing that.

So I need a...bride-to-be.

Sadly, we have no brides in stock.

So there's a dearth of them?
Couldn't you do it yourself?

Regretfully, that kind of work
is outside my...

Field. I see. So your company is a fraud.

We Can can't do it. Too bad.
You were the last hope of a drowning man.

But...why is it so important
that she thinks you're engaged?

She wants me, mad as that sounds.

She's a fury,
a cyclone, a tigress hunting...

...an innocent lamb, I understand.
That almost piques my curiosity.

It's intriguing, right?
Can't you please help me?

No, it's sadly impossible.
That's the end of the matter for me.

-Hello, hello.
-Yes?

The actor Brumse for you.

-Ask him to come in.
-I will.

-Here you go.
-Thank you, young man.

Julius Brumse.

-Enchanted.
-Thank you.

-I understand you have a role for me.
-Yes, in a way.

-We would ask...
-No need for explanations, my dear.

Notary Mårtensson has already told me.

So it's a reading that this is about.

Yes, that is to say... please sit down.

I am at your service, madam.

I have done many readings,
all over the country.

Brumse's one-man theater
is an amazing success.

Sold out shows
reading both Schiller and Shakespeare.

Classical drama is my specialty.
Playing every role myself.

Such as the wondrous duel
between Romeo and Count Paris.

A real gem of the form, no?

So... Night, the moon covered by clouds,
a graveyard.

A menacing mood envelops the family tomb.

Paris plunges in. "Oh!"

"This is that banished haughty Montague!
Obey and go with me, for thou must die."

Yes, thank you. Thank you.
Thanks very much.

But it's hardly a classic drama...

I see, I see. Too brutal, too raw.
Something more...

-intimate.
-I'm sorry. Whatever do you mean?

I mean something warming and liberating.
Poetry, that is.

I have many strings on my bow.

Fröding, Heidenstam, Karlfeldt.
They are my eternal companions.

"She walks down the meadows
at Sjugareby Village."

"She is a girl
with skin like an almond flower."

"Like almond flower and rosehip bloom..."

-Tosca perfume?
-Oh, excuse me.

I beg your pardon.

We Can. Yes, it is. Yes, of course!

Baroness Rosenskiöld?
Yes, we'll be there at 6 p.m.

Excuse me, which hotel?
Right. And room 101.

Yes, we'll be there. Good afternoon.

-Hello.
-Hello.

I am Margit Berg. I come from We Can.

-Please come in.
-Thank you.

I don't quite understand... Sit down.

I don't quite understand.
I asked to speak to the chief executive.

You see, the chief executive, that's me.

-I see.
-Yes.

I see. I see! Why wouldn't we women
handle things as well as men?

Even better, actually.

-Well, you take on unusual tasks.
-Yes.

-Even if they're hard.
-Of course.

Look at this.

Well, what do you think?

Yes, well...

Yes, it's really...original.

Original? Bah! It's magnificent!

A unique item in cultural history.

Just look. What fantastic composition.
What wouldn't a collector give for that?

Yes, well...

-Twelve crowns.
-I see..

-I had figured...
-Fifteen crowns, no more.

It's not easy to sell.
I can't put it in the window.

I wouldn't want to scare people off.

Well, then let's say fifteen crowns.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

You see, my dear, my family has had
two such bowls, and they disappeared.

Twenty years later, one was found, and now
I have looked for the second for 20 years.

If you can find it, I'll give you 500.
And then all your expenses, of course.

-Will you take it on?
-Yes, of course.

Do we need to find it
within some time frame?

Dear child, if you've looked
for something for 20 years

you can't expect it
to be found in a thrice.

No, of course. Thank you, then.
We'll be in touch. Good evening.

-Oh, Miss Berg?
-Yes?

I'll be at this hotel another week.

If you can find it before I go home,
I'll pay you double.

-What do you say to that?
-That we will do our very best, Baroness.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-And I always thought you two would marry.
-No. Where did you get that idea?

Sure, I used to think Allan was handsome,
but childhood romance never lasts.

I guess you're right. So who is this girl?

I don't know. No one knows her,
not even his family.

-Is he afraid to show her off?
-Yes, he may well be.

-Isn't she coming tonight?
-No, she doesn't fit in.

So, the table is set and the alcohol
is on ice. What are we waiting for?

-The ladies.
-Of course, the ladies.

I forgot about them. Speaking of which,
when do we get to meet your fiancée?

-Why isn't she here tonight?
-Well, you see...

She wanted to come, but...

What?

Excuse me.

-What a surprise. How are you?
-Much like earlier today.

-Have you not reconsidered?
-No, I still think it's an idiotic idea.

Girls, there she is.

-There she is. She's coming. Smile.
-What an unexpected, lovely coincidence.

I'm glad to finally meet you.

I simply must congratulate you.
Allan is my cousin, so I know.

This is Miss Stenström, my cousin.
And this is my...

-Margit Berg.
-A pleasure. Allan has talked about you.

He has told me how adorably cute you are.
He said so.

-I am so glad you could join us.
-This is a mistake.

-Miss Berg has things to do.
-She'll have to decline.

So, congratulate her. This is managing
director Gran, the host and birthday boy.

-Welcome.
-This is crazy. I am just not...

Miss Berg wasn't ready for this,
she's not dressed up.

Nonsense. You look enchanting.

Besides, it's just dinner here,
then dancing at the birthday boy's home.

Lady's choice. Come to the table.

We are slammed, I tell you.
Does it have to be tonight?

Tomorrow might as well be in two weeks.

These little ones are used to
going for a walk every evening.

My maid has her night off,
and I have a terrible cold.

-That's why I called you.
-Very wise choice.

I guess I'll be there.
Number 76, 2nd floor?

I'll be there. Pardon? That depends on
how long the pooches need to be out.

Half an hour? I guess I could
suggest a price of two smackers.

Yes, two Crowns. Alright, I'll bounce.

Mom's little darlings. Feed them,
and then put them to bed.

They're so good. They'll fall asleep
right away. Stop it, Åke darling.

Then we have Monika.
This is Monika, you see.

Don't forget to wash tonight, honey.

-Not my neck!
-The notary will handle that.

Åke may stay up until eight,
and Ann-Marie until nine thirty.

-Do you believe that?
-Mom's darling. What else? Right!

Åke has to do his homework tonight.

Piffle! I don't have any.

I should tell you that my husband
and I follow the modern way.

For the children to raise themselves.

We put no restrictions on them,
and no corporal punishment.

-Children can so easily get inhibited.
-Like young Åke.

He can be difficult, with his swearing.

Stop waffling!

Quiet, mommy is explaining.

We feel that boys need to be able to
express their temperament and imagination.

-Don't you agree?
-Of course.

Ann-Marie won't be an issue for you.

-Remember, no strip poker tonight.
-Sure.

Girls that age are somewhat advanced.

-I see.
-Of course.

I stopped believing in the stork
last week.

And that was it. Take care, children.

-Come, Daddy. Let's not miss the tram.
-I'll be right there.

We'll be back at one.

-Good night. Good night, children.
-Good night.

KICK HERE

Have a good time.

Very little water, as usual?

Yes, please. I'm not taking a bath.

Despite two cancellations,
the Friday game is on.

-Thanks to We Can and Miss Lauritz.
-An excellent service.

-I bet you are busy now.
-We certainly are, Colonel.

Being at the table at boring dinners.

Watch snot-nosed kids
while their parents paint the town.

So this is a bit of a vacation for you.

-Do you play much?
-Not these days. No time for it.

At work, it's ladies' social groups,
which ends up being more about coffee.

-Coffee is lovely. May I offer a cup?
-Yes, thank you. It's very stimulating.

-Do you boil or drip your coffee?
-Drip, of course. For the aroma.

You are right. Let me tell you, if you
get it ground at the store, it never...

Time for bids.

-On what, darling?
-I mean the cards.

Might the Colonel be able
to muster up some desire?

Oh, you'd like that.

Let's say some clubs.

Summer ones.

A bit like a timothy flower.

-Are we playing Priffe?
-No, Bridge. Contract Bridge.

-Culbertson or Vienna?
-Culbertson.

Culbertson is so lovely.
Nothing is as good as Culbertson.

I won't allow them to sit over there
in America and tell me how to bid.

I make my own bids! Don't you forget it.

I have to know your conventions.

-The usual. Blackwood.
-Not bad, but I prefer Bennett.

-Bennett?
-Yes. Four NT, ask for aces and kings.

Five clubs. Poverty. Five diamonds,
one ace and one king. Or three kings.

Five NT, with three aces or two.

And two kings. Or one ace and four kings.

Six clubs, four NT or one king,
and six diamonds with yet another king.

-Simple and easy to grasp.
-Very simple and easy to grasp.

-I said one club!
-One spade.

-Five diamonds.
-Be careful, Lydia.

What? That's what I call a bold move.

But you're supposed to say five diamonds
with three kings.

-Not at this point in the bidding, dear.
-I see. Sorry.

-A made bid stands.
-But this is family Bridge.

Let's be nice to each other.
Please make another bid, if you want.

It's definitely hard to dish it out
with all this talking.

A dish, you say? That reminds me
that I have a gratin to put in the oven.

Never mind your oven gratin, Lydia.

That's not what it sounds like
when he wants a late snack.

-Right, honey?
-Are you playing on the floor? Well?

-I dropped them. Help me pick them up.
-I can't, then I will see your cards!

That doesn't matter, does it?
I mean, you can close your eyes.

If I close my eyes, I can't pick them up!

Take whatever cards you need.

-Rebid.
-No, no. Let's just get going.

Clubs, you say? Those thin black ones.
Let's see...one, two, three...

Stop counting out loud. Bid!

Don't nag me. Two clubs.

-Seven spades.
-What?

-Double.
-Pass.

-Pass.
-Triple.

-Pass.
-Pass.

-Pass.
-Goes to you.

-What should I pick?
-One of them.

There's a lot here.

There you go. Full up.

Well, good morning.
I think the Major is doing well.

It will be interesting to see
the Colonel's summer-light ones look.

-I would say so.
-Let's grab this one.

I'm lucky to have diamonds.

Since the Major's wife has three kings
and the Major the fourth

this is simple as a pianola.

-A pianola?
-Yes, it plays itself.

Well, the king hasn't been played yet

in this tawdry republic.

-Did the colonel have the trump king?
-Sorry, one of my kings was a jack.

-And you call this honest Bridge?
-Honest?

I have seen a lot of shenanigans,
but nothing like this.

-Some shenanigans are fine.
-Talk of invisible kings.

-I call that fraud!
-Steady on, Miss Lauritz.

-It's all your fault.
-I haven't done anything.

Not true, the Major's wife
has made a gratin to put in the oven.

I want that. I'm hungry.

-I want to be paid my rate.
-I don't care! That's your business.

-Let me call you a taxi!
-Speaking of taxis!

-I haven't walked the dachshund!
-I am asking for food here!

So this bush won't do either?

Maybe you want some prunes?

Right. Right. "Then I continued:

'A woman doesn't see spirituality
as her main entertainment.'"

"'Entertainment?', she said.
'No, I prefer the corporeal.'"

"'The corporeal is more real
than the spiritual.'"

"'Do you like your physique?', I asked.
'I love it', she answered."

-Poppycock.
-Sorry?

Nonsense. I must say I am disappointed

in this book
people have been shouting about.

That could be read by church youth.

Skip a few pages,
and let's see if it improves.

I'll be glad to.

Maybe we could find
something somewhere that...

is suitable. Right.

"Her head rested against the pillow.

Her blonde mane formed a halo
against the black...

black...

...black silk sheet."

Black?

Well, I'll be... It's picking up.

They do have some ideas...

"Shaken...taken, I touched her ankle,
her knee, and the silk hem.

I carefully raised the thin fabric...

I pulled down the recalcitrant...

the recalcitrant damper cord!"

Recalcitrant damper cord?

Yes, I suppose the author means
that...it's a bit stuck.

What does a cord for a fire place
have to do with this?

Maybe it's something symbolic. We'll see.

"I saw her flour-pale sto..."

This is a beautiful home.
What a lovely brick fireplace.

-No. Marieberg.
-Marieberg!

I once performed there,
to excellent reviews!

I have a huge repertoire.
I could do something from it.

Like the scene between Romeo and Paris.
A gem of the form, I assure you.

Night, the moon covered by clouds,
a graveyard.

A menacing mood by the family tomb.
Paris plunges forward!

"Oh! This is that
banished haughty Montague."

"Obey and go with me," pulls his sabre,
"for thou must die!"

Yes, thank you, thank you.
But I'm not interested.

Yes, I see. Too bold, too raw.
Something more...intimate.

"She walks down the meadows
at Sjugareby Village.

She is a girl
with skin like an almond flower.

Like almond flower and rosehip bloom,
far from road and village."

Thank you. Listen here,
this is not a graduation.

Sorry. Pardon me. Of course.

-Give me the book. I'll read it myself.
-Of course. Here you are. There.

"I pulled down the recalcitrant girdle."

-Girdle? That's not terrible, is it?
-Maybe not. Continue.

"I saw her flour-pale stomach."

-Is that something to shy away from?
-Not at all. Continue.

-"It awakened my..."
-Awakened. Right.

Awakened. Continue.

I will continue when I please.

-Good night!
-Good night.

Will you send a bill, or...?

We can do it that way, if you wish.

Seems to be the only thing We Can can do.
Good night!

Maybe you will call on me again some time?

When my grandchildren
are ready for fairytales.

Good night. Very kind of you.

Just one more spoon for Uncle Mårtensson.

Monika, why aren't you eating?

-What do you do when they won't eat?
-Sing to them, like Ma does.

I don't like to sing.

No need. I will take him
and put him to bed.

There we go. You can do the dishes.
Come on.

-Time for the dishes.
-I can help you. To make it go faster.

-Me too.
-Yes, please. Thank you.

Here.

-Is that always how you help out?
-Sometimes.

-And your mother doesn't speak up?
-She wouldn't dare. I'm a problem child.

So, aren't you going to keep helping out?

No, it's no fun anymore.

What's the noise? Are you brawling?

-Look at you. Did you take a bath?
-Never you mind.

Listen, are you dumb?

-Stupid Åke!
-Shut up, kid!

My brother, I suppose. He's so childish.

Have you read this one?

-Yes.
-And? What did you think?

-It's not suitable for a young girl.
-You're right.

But Ma finds it really good
for venting your frustrations.

That's nonsense, of course.

Hey, do you have a cigarette?

-No. I don't smoke.
-Oh, great. A saint.

-Don't you shimmy either?
-Shimmy?

-Dance.
-Yes, sometimes.

-They're jiving fine.
-Jiving?

Jamming. Playing.

I see.

-Let's do it.
-What?

Boogie. Dance, of course!

That's starting to look like something!

It's ringing. The phone is ringing.

Never mind!

I have to...

What a sight! Just like Grandpa.

Move your legs, old man!

The phone.
We have to answer the telephone.

It's just Ma and Pa
checking if we're in bed.

Hello? Yes, this is 26 26 26.

Yes, the Jönssons.
No, they are not at home.

I'm the babysitter.

The babysitter!

No, not the ladykiller!

The babysitter, who is watching
the nice little children.

Hello? Hello? Where did you go?

Are they hard of hearing?

Well, little friend.

Have you ever received a serious beating?

No, they can't hit me, I'm a...

Problem child, yes, I know.

But, you see, I am also a problem child.
An adult problem child.

And you know how I blow off steam?

Using kids like you!

No! No! No!

-Hello!
-Hello.

Lovely evening.

-This was like a nightmare.
-Well, I'm happy.

-A joy you will pay for.
-On the bill?

A hundred per cent extra
for nighttime work. Let's go.

-Where to?
-Around.

-I'd prefer to go straight. Home.
-Of course. Once we've calmed down.

-I am calm. Are you agitated?
-You handled it excellently.

I had to, having been kidnapped.

-So, the address?
-Pilgatan Street 7.

-But where...?
-Did you lose something?

-I seem to have lost a photograph.
-Of...him?

No, of a centerpiece.

You carry around photos of centerpieces?

A customer tasked us with finding it.

So she gave me the photo,
not that it is easy to forget.

Mermaids on the base,
roses on the edge, grapes above that

and a blue glass bowl on top.
Appealing, right?

Do the grapes look poisoned
and the mermaids ill?

-Yes, it is awful.
-Isn't it?

-How do you know that?
-We have one at home.

-Do you have such a centerpiece?
-Yes, do you want to see it?

-How did you get it?
-Had it for years — in a cupboard.

Dad gets a fit every time he sees it.
Want to come see it?

-At night? What would your parents say?
-They're asleep, and sound sleepers.

Are they? All right, I will come along,
but only for the centerpiece.

Lucky centerpiece.
Granvägen Road 17 on Djursholm.

-Where are you going?
-Drottningholm, sir.

-That's where you were going.
-Djursholm!

Right, that was it, sir.
Björkstigen Street 18.

Granvägen Road 17!
Other than that, it was right.

Granvägen Road, right. Sorry, sir.

I should drive instead.

Our car is broken, Fredrik,
but it will be fixed by tomorrow.

What a son we have.
Go get engaged behind our backs.

-It's a scandal.
-We don't even know it's true.

-Hulda has an active imagination.
-Imagination?

Hulda Stenström is the worst gossip
in the Northern Hemisphere.

And her Gertrud isn't much better.

But I don't see them
serving outright lies.

Speaking of which, they did serve
an absolutely awful dinner.

Undercooked turbot,
chewy grouse and ice-cold red wine.

Peruvian, at that!

But it has to be a mistake.

You don't think I can distinguish between
Peruvian plonk and good red wine?

No, I mean the engagement and Allan.

Well, we will have to see.

Don't worry, they're asleep. Come on.

-Let's find this treasure.
-No, turn the light out!

-It should be here.
-Do you think they will sell it?

I'll take care of that.

-Well, that's strange.
-What?

It's always here, but now it's gone.
I don't understand.

No? Well, I understand.
This was a trick after all.

I'll go. Thanks for the ride,
chief executive Winkler.

No, I assure you... Someone's coming.

-No one can see me here.
-Out this way.

The light has been left on!
Such sloppiness.

Don't get agitated again tonight,
darling Fredrik.

-Think of your blood pressure.
-What? Is there anything wrong with it?

-The purse!
-What do you mean?

I left my purse on the table.
With my keys in.

I will turn out the light in here.

Fredrik! We've had thieves in the house.

-The cupboard is open.
-What?

-Is the gold cup gone?
-No, it's still here.

But, darling Fredrik,
Aunt Karolina's bowl has been stolen.

Such hogwash.

You think they would leave the gold cup
and take that awful thing?

There aren't any thieves like that.

But it is gone.

Darling Fredrik,
we have to call the police.

In the middle of the night?
For such trash?

We might risk having it returned to us.

Quite obviously...

someone moved it
and didn't close the cupboard.

Why would someone move it?
No, darling Fredrik. Something is wrong.

All right, so something is wrong.

But let us discuss it in the morning.
Now you get off to bed.

-Aren't you going to bed?
-No!

I will sit here until my son Allan
decides to come home.

I want to clear up this engagement thing
before the sun goes down.

Or up, I mean.

But won't you have something, Fredrik?

-A small glass of orange juice?
-Orange juice.

If you intend to have a lecture
on vitamins, don't include me.

-No, I need to think.
-Fine, but don't sit up too late, darling.

Think of your blood pressure.

Blood pressure...

Vitamins, and...

orange juice.

Do I need to wait all night here
for the purse?

-I'll go get it.
-Can you pull that off?

We can! Everything.

-Good evening, Father.
-Are you home?

Yes, as you see. I'm not one
for all-night parties or drinking.

-Where have you been?
-I attended Bengt Gran's birthday party.

-How was dinner? Was the food good?
-No! The turbot was undercooked.

And the grouse...

Is it true that you went and got engaged?

Engaged? Well, you might say
that I have. In a way.

In a way? What do you mean?

-Are you engaged? Yes or no?
-Honestly, Father, I don't know.

-You don't know if you're engaged?
-No...

In that case, I have to say
that you are probably not sober.

But once you sober up,
try to find out if you are engaged.

And if you are engaged

you had better bring the lady in question
here to introduce her to your family.

-Understand?
-Yes.

-Is that too much to ask?
-No. I will bring her here.

-If I am engaged, I mean.
-If...

-Doris?
-Yes.

-Doris!
-Yes, what is it?

Might you know
where the large centerpiece has gone?

-Isn't it where it usually is?
-I wouldn't be asking if it was.

-It's disappeared!
-Well, that's sad to hear.

-What is...?
-Mother!

-Yes.
-Come!

Yes, what do you want?

What is the matter?

Well, I heard you talking to Doris
about that bowl, and...

-I wanted to tell you...
-Tell me what?

You see, I've been out of money all week.

So I figured...no, I mean...

I had promised to take Eva to the movies,
and I didn't have any money.

-My allowance had run out, and...
-Åke!

Did you actually pawn
Aunt Karolina's bowl?

No, not at all.

-I sold it.
-Sold it?

I am so sorry, Mother dearest.
Can't you just save me this once?

Åke, how could you?

Thank you so much, Mother.
But don't say anything to Father.

I... No, I won't.

-But listen, this happens only one time.
-Thank you, Mother. Here's the address.

Åke, what did you get for it?

Fifteen crowns!

Fifteen crowns.

Your aunt's terrible item
has been found, I gather.

Aunt Karolina's bowl, you mean?

Yes, it... It has been recovered.

-I was certain of that.
-Was it gone?

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Where did you find it?
-Such sudden interest in that bowl.

Usually, you just
say awful things about it.

So, where was it?

Well, you see, I...

-I had completely forgotten...
-Hadn't you sent it to be repaired?

-I thought you said so.
-Yes. Exactly, yes.

I had it sent away for re...repairs.

-So it's being repaired.
-Yes it is!

One of the little buds had fallen off.
Wasn't it a bud, Mother?

Yes, one of those little...rosebuds.

I see. One of the little rosebuds.

Stop staring at me! I didn't break it.

To do that, you'd probably need
a sledgehammer, at least.

Here you go, lady.

Here is an exquisite piece for you.

Quite the rarity, if I do say so myself.

This is a treasure
from a very fancy estate in Östergötland.

As it happens,
I can sell it quite cheaply.

-You may get it for 150.
-Oh, no. That's too expensive.

Expensive? Please, look at the mermaids.
Are they not delicious?

And the roses. See how natural they look.
You can almost smell them.

-Look at them closely.
-I'll give you 50.

Impossible. I can't go lower than 125.

-Well, then. 75 crowns.
-Oh, but please. Look at the grapes.

Look, they are so naturalistic that they
make this old vegetarian's mouth water.

Chief executive Winkler, boss.

Hello, chief executive Berg.
Thank you for yesterday.

-I am interrupting your coffee.
-One moment. What can I help you with?

-Are you still as...?
-Absolutely.

As interested in that lost centerpiece,
I mean.

Ah, that. Of course.

I've found it. My brother had sold it
to take his paramour to the movies.

-And where is it?
-I know that, and it is for sale.

-Where?
-Hold your horses.

You get the address on one condition:
continue our charade for one more day.

-So we're doing extortion now?
-No, no. Negotiation.

-I need to present you to my family.
-No! Out of the question.

-I want to get out of this mess.
-Please, for my sake?

I feel that I have done enough
for your sake.

But what if I do it
for the company's sake?

Your negotiation might get you that.
But remember: just for one day.

-You're marvelous.
-No, I'm a businesswoman.

And the address?

Boström's Antiques and Furniture,
Döbelnsgatan Street 52.

So...what will it be?

Are we doing business?

Oh, but please, Madam. I really can't go
below 100 crowns. It's my last offer.

And 75 is my last.

I don't think you're losing money
on that deal.

I happen to know that you
bought it yesterday for 15 crowns.

I see. Well, yes.

Then we'll say 75.

All right, good.

-Here you go.
-Thank you. Excuse me.

Andersson! Come here for a moment.

Boström's Antiques and Furniture?
What item?

Andersson, carry this to the car,
but please be careful.

So you found it, ma'am?

This will make Sir so happy.

Centerpiece with mermaids and rosebuds?

Oh, that old...fancy thing. Yes.

We had one, but it was just sold
a moment ago.

-The customer is actually still here.
-Really?

-He is just selling it.
-Bid higher.

-I bid higher.
-Right... A moment, please.

Excuse me, might you be willing
to cancel the sale?

-Never!
-For 125?

No, no. I'm not selling it.

Now please give me my change of 25 crowns.

I don't want to stand here all day.

No. Not at all. She doesn't want to.

She has to! I'll give you 300!

-We have to!
-What?

-I mean two hundred.
-Give me my change.

-She's impossible.
-But I must have it!

-Four hundred!
-That's far too much.

Four hundred cash!

Three hundred, Madam! Three hundred!

If you do not give me my change
immediately, I will call the police.

Good afternoon.

Hello? It didn't work out.
I mean, she left.

But stop her! At least get me
her name and address!

Hello! Wait a moment! Hello! Wait!

Hello. She'd already gone. Yes.

But I have other lovely bowls,
if you want.

Darn! To be that close, and then fail...

-Is it that important?
-Yes, it is. The rent on the first.

We'll have to pitch a tent
in the market square.

But you clearly wanted to help. Thank you.

Not much to thank me for.
Too bad I couldn't help you better.

And my negotiation fell apart, then.

Oh. So you mean that
I don't have to honor my promise?

Of course. My information was pointless.

I see. Yes, I guess it was.

What will you do now?
What will you tell your family?

I really don't know.

-I'll think of something.
-Well, I hope so.

-I do.
-Yes.

So that's the end of our little comedy.
All that remains is to pay for yesterday.

Yes, come in.

Some lady wants to talk to you, boss.

Did this person ask to speak
to me personally? I mean, by name?

-No, just the boss.
-Maybe I should take my leave.

Wait, I think that it may be best
if you do not leave.

Not right now, chief executive Winkler.

Mårtensson sees her,
don't mention my name.

-Sure, boss. Just routine.
-Connect the speaker phone.

All right, boss.

Please have a seat, Mr. Winkler.
I believe I have a surprise for you.

-A surprise?
-Please have a seat.

Oh, I see.

I am notary Mårtensson, office manager.

The chief executive is in a meeting.
May I be of service?

Well, I found your card
at my hair dresser's.

-It is a rather...sensitive task.
-Gertrud?

You can trust us. What is this matter?

Thank you. I would like for you to get
information on a certain young lady.

A young lady? One of our specialties.
Some more facts, please?

I don't know much about her,
except her name.

Her name is Margit Berg.

Margit Berg?

I see. That's not a lot to go on.

You don't know anything else?
Where she lives?

No, I only know
that she is engaged to my cousin.

Allan Winkler of Winkler & Winkler.

If you follow him,
you'll find her sooner or later.

Certainly, but...

You may find the task a bit odd.

The thing is, my cousin is very naïve.

And the young lady
seems to be of the less trustworthy type.

There's something odd
about the engagement.

And since I am close to the family
I felt that it was my duty to...

Of course, Miss Stenström.
I do understand.

Well. I trust you'll be discreet.

You can trust us. We will start
investigating right away.

-Thank you. Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Well! I'll go one more round,
chief executive Winkler.

-You mean you will...?
-Exactly.

I'm not letting her decide
to end our engagement.

-So I may present you to my family?
-To all your relatives, if you wish.

You are... Well, you are...

That was a bit beyond... our agreement.

Hello, hello? Antiques dealer
Boström on the telephone.

Connect him right quick, then.

Hello? Yes, it is.

Yes, it was our ad.
Yes, I was the one who called.

I forgot to say
that I saw the license plate.

It was a private automobile. One moment.

B 18442.

Excellent.

A private vehicle with the license number

B 18442

B... 1... 8...

Thank you. So very kind of you.

Yes, of course. We'll let you know.
Good afternoon.

-Well?
-Private vehicle B 18442.

It belongs to chief executive
Fredrik Winkler on Djursholm.

-Did you say Winkler?
-Yes.

-So, Boss...
-Yes?

Can we get some information
on a woman called Margit Berg?

You bet we can.
She will get her information.

And she'll pay for them.

Didn't she mention that this woman was
engaged to chief executive Allan Winkler?

And she is. For the time being.

What an odd coincidence, boss.
I mean, with the license plate, and all.

So odd that we may be able to
make the rent, if we play it right.

You are a genius, my girl.

No. I'm angry.

And now, the report.
I will enjoy writing it personally.

-Ready for dictation?
-Ready, boss.

In answer to your request,
we report the following:

Miss Margit Berg is the daughter of
station inspector Lars Berg of Österås

and raised by her paternal aunt
Miss Berta Kramer in Stockholm.

That was that, now let us
allow imagination to take flight.

Margit Berg lives off interest payouts
she inherited from her paternal aunt.

She moves in the finest circles...

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

...and is an unusually cultured and...

-...appealing young lady.
-Thank you, Mårtensson. That's too much.

It should be beyond doubt
that as a daughter-in-law, Miss Berg

would be a credit to any family.

Well, for gathering this information,
we ask for 50...

One hundred and fifty.

-Two hundred crowns.
-Two hundred.

-Which we expect payment on immediately.
-Immediately.

Don't misspeak again,
chief executive Berg.

As soon as we're there, we are
on familiar terms, and madly in love.

Don't worry. I practiced
with the delivery boy all morning.

Thank you.

Mother! Mother, they're coming!

-Lend me the comb.
-Oh, come on.

No need, she's already engaged.

-Welcome. Congratulations.
-Fredrik!

-Darling Fredrik, hurry up and come down.
-I'm coming, I'm coming.

I'm so glad that we're finally meeting.

Welcome. I wish you both
the greatest of happiness.

It makes me very happy
to welcome you to our home.

And here we have a little neighbor
who also wants to congratulate you.

-Eva Björk.
-Right...

Come on in for a welcome drink.

The relatives will be here at dinnertime.

They are very curious, let me tell you.
Just as we have been. Come in.

-Go ahead.
-This is so lovely.

What was the point of being so secretive?

-She's a lovely girl!
-Really fancy.

Yes, come on.

-Who is it?
-It's just me. Will you be ready soon?

Yes, almost ready.

-What color is your dress?
-Dark pansy.

Why pansy? Didn't they have lilac?

Well, what can I say? Midnight blue, then.

-A bit like your tuxedo.
-Excellent.

I think this will be suitable, then.
May I peek in?

Yes, but just a peek.

It reminds me of you somehow.
Sweet and innocent.

But with thorns.

And it matches your eyes.

Nothing to blush for.

I'm not blushing.

-But I have to hurry up now.
-Bye.

WE CAN MOST ANYTHING

-Good evening, Miss Berg.
-Good evening,

-Are you looking for something?
-Yes.

"We Can do anything
you cannot handle yourself."

Is this what you're looking for?

I just want to tell you, Miss Berg,
that you have been found out.

-I don't understand.
-Don't pretend. I know what is going on.

That you tried to bamboozle me
with your silly letter.

I answered an indelicate question
in a polite tone, that is all.

"A credit to any family."

You won't be a credit to this family,
I can promise you that.

Out of respect for my cousin and his
family, I give you until tomorrow morning.

But if you are not out of the house
by then, I will no longer protect you.

Do you understand?

Margit. Allan.

Margit. Margit.

Mother wants to toast us.

I'm sorry.

I was admiring this bowl.
Such a magnificent old piece.

-Darling Fredrik.
-Yes?

Did you hear what Margit said?
She also finds the bowl beautiful.

No, I don't believe it.

Yes, I do. It is simply...without equal.

Well! I won't be holding a new speech,
so don't look so terrified.

Well, young Margit, you just
expressed your admiration for this...

the bowl that is
currently adorning this table.

So Mother and I would ask you

to take it, as a memory
of this special day.

It is yours. It is yours, dear child!

-Thank you so very much, but I can't...
-You can.

Well, my friends!

Let us all join in
another toast to the young couple.

And cheer for their future happiness.

-Hip, hip.
-Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!

-Cheers.
-Cheers, Margit. Cheers, Allan.

Cheers.

So We Can is saved
and can keep working to help humanity.

-Do you think so?
-Yes, you can pay the rent now.

-But it isn't mine.
-Father did give it to you, freely.

Couldn't you tell how glad he was
to be rid of it?

He gave it to your fiancée.

-Won't you accept it?
-Of course not.

So that's how it is.
Then what will happen to We Can?

I don't know. I guess we'll have to close.

I feel sorry for my friends.
They trust me.

Is it out of the question
for Winkler & Winkler

to buy a small stake in We Can?

It is out of the question.

Another suggestion:

we're engaged, they adore you.
Let's give them a wedding date.

-The bowl is yours and your company saved.
-And I am provided for.

A very noble suggestion,
executive officer Winkler.

It's just that...

-You're forgetting one thing.
-What is that?

We are not in love.

-Are we certain about that?
-Oh, excuse me. I seem to be interrupting.

-You don't have to pretend for my sake.
-What do you mean, pretend?

Pretending to be in love.

She thinks we're pretending!

No, Mr. Winkler... Allan, you can't.

Mr. Winkler, or Allan?

Make up your mind, Miss Berg.
By the way, there's a phone call for you.

-For me?
-Yes, you.

Provided your name
is actually Margit Berg.

We can't be quite certain about that.

-What do you mean by this?
-That the two of you are bad actors.

And your so-called fiancée gets
a call from a gentleman at 11 p.m.

On your engagement day.
That feels a little fishy. Right?

But I had to call!

We've not been able to
reach the landlord until now.

Yes, he is adamant: rent paid
on the 1st, or he'll throw us out.

How are things going?

Did you find it? You were given it?

She was given it!
Well, in that case...what?

What are you saying? That sounds crazy.

She was given it, but it isn't hers.
Go ahead, try to figure that one out.

Margit, don't you think of me,
do you hear? This is about the boys.

Margit, if you have really been given it...

Yes. But it's impossible.

I can't explain right now, but...

Yes, that damnable bowl is mine.

Yet it is not mine.

Everyone here has been so kind to me,
so it wouldn't be right if I sold it.

-Åke, this is wrong.
-Sit still. It's too late anyway.

Do not cry, little Anna.

You know how much I want to help
both you and the boys.

Miss Lauritz is out of sorts.
Don't listen to her.

I'll be fine. I'm not sure about Hellman.
He has to care for his old mother.

Don't drag my mother into this.
Mårtensson and I will be fine.

I feel sorry for Miss Lauritz
who has put her savings into this.

Hush, you.

Margit, don't listen to them.
That tiny amount of money doesn't matter.

Mårtensson and Hellman will be out
on the streets selling boot laces.

-We would never do that.
-Yes, you will.

Can I speak to a sane person, please?

-Is Vicke there?
-What? Vicke?

She wants to speak to Vicke.

Hi, boss. I mean good evening.

Congratulations, by the way.
I see. Well, sorry.

Sunshine and roses! It will work out.

I'll be there at midnight. On the dot.

Taxi money, round trip
to Djursholm, please.

Does anyone have any money?
I don't know where I put mine.

I'll cover it.

Sunshine and roses...

-I don't understand a thing. Do you?
-Yes, some of it.

-Hey, want to do something exciting?
-Of course! What?

I don't even know.
That's what makes it exciting.

Didn't she say midnight?

Wait at the corner, I have a date here.
I'll be right back.

He's looking at the house.
What does he want?

Very exciting.

-Haven't you gone to bed yet?
-I was just putting my shoes out.

Good. I was just thinking about you.

Come in with me a moment.

This was very nice.

I was thinking about you, you know.

This has been a happy day
for Father and me.

Our boy couldn't be
in better hands than yours.

So I will also give you
a gift of remembrance

just as Father gave you one.

Come and sit, my child.

Here you go.

Open it.

It's Allan's. That was
the first lock of hair I cut from him.

-I want you to have that medallion.
-No. I can't take it.

Yes, you absolutely can.

I have always figured that this medallion
would be for Allan's wife.

-But I'm not his wife. Not yet.
-No, not yet. But you will be soon.

-It can't take that long, can it?
-No, I don't know.

You do care quite a bit for Allan,
don't you?

I don't need to ask. A woman can tell
that kind of thing, you see.

Well, thank you and good night.

-Thank you.
-Oh, what is the matter?

Don't take it so solemnly now.

Now get yourself to bed.

You promised excitement. This is a fiasco.

Good evening, boss. Where is the piece?
The taxi is ticking away.

Something has happened, Vicke.
I have to explain to them tomorrow, but...

I can't.

The inner conscience.
Yeah, I get that feeling, but...

It will be a blow to them
if I come back empty-handed.

But I can't, Vicke.
I couldn't forgive myself if I did.

-You have to tell them that.
-All right, boss.

I guess we'll have to shut up shop.
But it was fun while it lasted.

-Poor thing.
-Don't be sad, boss.

You've been a good boss, boss.

I have to go now, Vicke. Good night.

Ask them to forgive me. Tell them that...

I've fallen so terribly in love with him.

-That scoundrel.
-I see...

-So that's how it is, boss?
-Yes.

-What are you going to do with that?
-You'll see.

-Hey, you!
-Are you crazy?

Here it is. If you open the gate.

Well, hurry up!

-But she said...
-Take it before she changes her mind.

Sure, but who are you?

Get going,
before that car gets more expensive.

Yes, right. Thank you!

-What are you doing?
-Playing Robin Hood.

I take from the rich and give to the poor.

One thing is for sure.

Margit is the most swell girl
on the planet.

After you, of course.

They're leaving. Look at them go.

Yesterday was lovely. Right, darling?

You look refreshed today.
Did you sleep well?

-Here you go.
-Lovely.

I dreamed that you and I got engaged
and flirted in the moonlight.

-You silly goose.
-Weren't you also out flirting, Åke?

I walked Eva home, and we spoke for a bit.

Really? I thought there were
more people than that.

-And you're still here, Miss Berg?
-Why wouldn't Margit still be here?

-I thought she had to go to the company.
-Company? What company?

-Are you employed, Margit? I had no idea.
-Evidently, you're even the boss.

-The boss of a company?
-Yes, well...

That's grand! You're so accomplished.

Well, why didn't you tell us?

No, well... I didn't think
it was anything to tell.

Right. That's what we thought.

But course it is. What kind of company
is it? What is it that you do?

Well, it's a little bit of everything.

-It's sort of a rental agency.
-What do you charge to rent a fiancée?

-A fiancée...
-Enough, Gertrud!

Well, I've certainly had enough!

Good lord. Dear child, what is going on?

I don't understand a thing.
You're speaking in riddles.

Miss Berg might be able to solve it.

Margit, darling, can you explain it to us?

-You don't have to explain anything.
-Maybe I can.

First of all, her engagement
to Allan is a fabrication.

What the heck are you saying? I was
right here at the engagement dinner!

It's all just a cynical business deal.

Or can Miss Berg
provide another explanation?

Is it...? Is it true, Margit?

Yes. Partially true.

I agreed to play a role that I despise.

I did it because...

That doesn't matter.

But I am terribly sorry about it.

I can say no more.

I'll take Miss Stenström's advice
and take the train into town.

-Margit, don't go.
-Ma'am! Excuse me. It's been stolen again.

-What do you mean, Doris?
-The bowl is gone.

Nonsense. You're mistaken.

No. I looked both in the salon
and the living room...

I will explain that mystery.

I found a notebook in the hall last night.
It's a very interesting read.

You did not find it,
you stole it from my purse!

Here's a note that might be a clue.

"Centerpiece with mermaids,
rosebuds and a blue crystal bowl.

Will bring 1,000 crowns within a week,
or otherwise half that sum."

One of the company's deals
that seems to have worked out.

Are you saying I stole it?

Stolen? What nonsense.
It's yours, after all.

You were given it as a present.

-And sold it the same day.
-Absolutely not.

I haven't seen that bowl
since dinner time last night.

And the man you met outside at midnight,
is he also a figment of my imagination?

No, that is true, I did meet...

a person outside at midnight.

This has gone too far.

What have we gotten ourselves
entangled in?

That person Margit met
looked to be about fifteen years old.

Might that help clear it up?

What are you saying?
What is being cleared up?

If you don't understand
that Margit is swell, at least I know it.

So you might know who took the bowl.

Yes, I do!

But one thing at a time. The bowl
belonged to Margit, remember that.

She could have sold it, and needed
to make rent for her and her friends.

But she didn't sell it.
And I can tell you why she didn't.

I heard what she said to the boy
who was going to pick it up.

"I can't", she said. "Because I have
fallen terribly in love with him."

"That scoundrel." Yes, she said scoundrel.

And if no one here recognizes themselves,
my brother is dumber than I thought.

The rent is paid, Margit!

-I stole the bowl.
-I'll give you a hug another time.

Right. Just don't forget about it.

Well...

This was quite the to-do, Gertrud.

If you hurry, you can catch
the ten o'clock train.

-Oh, Åke...
-So you go around stealing things?

-How's your pocket money?
-Not great.

-Here you go.
-Ma'am!

What is it, Doris?

You are all home, I hope!

-Aunt Karolina.
-Of course. That's all we needed.

Ma'am, the house is haunted.

-What do you mean, Doris?
-Just look.

Hello, darling Fredrik,
and darling Hildegard!

And darling Åke. Greetings, my boy!

I have a surprise for you, dear friends.

Because it is a surprise, isn't it?
Don't you agree?

You got one for your engagement,
and I've looked for the other one since.

And here it is,
because you should have it.

The two belong together.

Here you go.

What a wonderful idea, dear Aunt Karolina.

-I can't tell you how happy I am.
-Neither can I.

-I can imagine.
-We're having coffee. Why don't you...?

No, I absolutely cannot stay.

The car is waiting.
I took a detour just for you.

Goodbye, darling Hildegard.

Goodbye, darling Fredrik. Goodbye, Åke.

I have to catch
the noon train to Karlstad.

The ghost goes west.

No...

What's the matter, Fredrik?

Think about your blood pressure!

Fredrik!

Fredrik! It made it!

Where in the world did that come from?

Never ask where
Aunt Karolina's bowls come from!

They just show up.

Margit. Little Margit.

Take it with you, and let an old man
have some peace in his old age.

-Please do, Margit.
-Do I have to?

-Yes.
-Yes?

Yes. I guess I will.

Did you hear that, Mother?