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Reine! Open up! - One twenty-eight.

Mum! New record!

What are you doing?

I can soon do 3 minutes.

You're not to do these experiments.

First child in the Guinness Book of Records.

It's dangerous. You might drown.

Promise not to do this at the summer camp.

You said I was to go.

But you don't want to spend the summer with Granny.

Let's call it off.

Go to bed now.

You must leave early in the morning.

It's Stig.

I can't help it. He'll go soon.

We've had our moment, you and I.

I want to ask you something. - Not now, it's late.

Is there a God?

Off to bed now.

I'll see you off tomorrow.

You'll be away the whole summer.

When does your train go? - 11.22.

Don't tell Stig I'm going away.

Promise!

Stig - what a bloody silly name!

Aren't you going to bed?

You're going to the summer camp tomorrow.

Did I tell you about...

our turnout with the ambulance the other day?

A pensioner blew himself up with dynamite.

Straight to the mortuary.

We had to scrape the walls. Mop up with a cloth.

Brains on the wall with a tooth in them.

We could only find one eye.

So you're not going to bed?

You little sod.

I'm a nasty little rat. Say it!

Say it! I'm a nasty little rat.

50 kronor.

Go on, say it!

You've no one else but Mum to go to.

He can't tell me what to do.

We'll just have a little talk, than he'll go.

He's not my dad.

I'll wake you in the morning.

I'll never be randy and never fuck. I promise.

Decision made 14 June.

I won't let myself be deported to the summer camp.

I'd rather die alone here in town.

Procedure one.

Prevent Mum from coming with you into town.

How? Let her oversleep.

P.S. Angels don't fuck.

Wake up, Mum.

She'll say: What's the time?

I'll say: ten to seven.

She'll say: When does your train go?

When does your train go?

We'll never make it. I haven't packed.

I've plenty of time.

I can go alone.

You can't come with me Uddevalla.

I've a job there. You'd only be bored.

How you've grown, Reine.

I've time to go home and pack now.

To the staff at the summer camp.

This is to inform you that 11-year old Reine Larsson

has suddenly expired.

He is dead and cannot come.

Hi, Mum

Here at the camp it's sunny and green.

We swim and play football

The food's okay.

Tonight there's community singing.

I had a good trip.

I caught the bus all right!

I have a room to myself.

There I can do just as I like.

One of the boys here is Ronnie Petterson's son.

Love, Reine.

Nothing there.

Nothing there either.

- Good. -

The daily check of the position gave a favorable result.

Not a single hair visible on either scrotum or penis.

15 June at 15:24 hours.

Terrific.

One more day to live.

I am a part of the world.

I've a right to say what I like.

No one can come and contradict me.

Everything's under control.

You're in control of things when you're alone.

The daily check of the position gave a favorable result.

16 June at 09:02 hours.

Not one hair on scrotum or penis.

One more day to live.

Can't think.

Food, money, job.

Get a job.

Helena, look! Look!

Cadillac.

Look, Helena!

Have you bought a new car? - Cadillac'59.

What will Olga say, Haster?

What a nasty smell.

You are late. - My watch is wrong.

We start work at 8. - Sod the lot of you.

I can't breathe here.

You haven't washed the brushes properly.

Why can't they wash their own brushes?

So, Helena with her handicap is to wash her brush

because you won't obey the rules?

Brushes are expensive, 18 kronors.

Three times 18 is 54, deducted from your wages.

Sod the lot of you,

Everyone must be punctual.

Up yours, you bitches.

I'm quieting.

Get an alarm clock. - Do you know why I'm late?

Because I had a fuck an hour ago.

You here! What the hell...?

Mum's not here. - Open up.

Mum's not at home. - Open the door.

Shut up your bloody mongrel.

Why aren't you at the camp?

It was postponed...

There's an epidemic.

Diarrhea...

Where's Mum?

At the hospital.

That is, she...

She's on night duty.

Looking after old people.

God help you if you're lying.

I'll wait here.

I've told them here you work at a hospital.

There's a caretaker here too.

He hides the keys from the children.

He's noisy and silly. And lonely.

Nobody likes him.

He consoles himself with beer of an evening.

Straight to the mortuary.

A pensioner blew himself up with dynamite.

Straight to the mortuary.

He had to scrape the walls.

You think I'm mean, eh? - Brains on the wall with a tooth in them.

You think I'm mean, eh?

Damn the kid. - We could only find one eye.

So you're not going to bed.

Why do you think Harriet likes me?

You little sod.

Why do you think I come here?

Open the door!

Where the hell is she?

Open the door!

I'm a nasty little rat. Say it!

Open the door!

I'm a nasty little rat.

Why do you think Harriet likes me?

Say it! I'm a nasty little rat.

You've no one else but Mum to go to.

I'm a nasty little rat. Say it!

Say it! I'm a nasty little rat.

Don't tell Stig that...

In the Congo it was no problem.

Stand up!

Yes, sir!

Where is she?

Open the door!

She likes me to fuck her.

That's why I come here, see?

Harriet likes me to fuck her, see?

Stand up! Lie down!

Stand up! Lie down! Stand up!

Night. Second day of freedom.

Survive. Find someone who's sorry for you.

Be quiet, good, shy and harmless.

Give them the feeling of power.

Must have a job, must have grub.

The big questions must wait.

Quick-change artist Reine Larsson

shows you how to survive.

Work here, well...

Stand on the stool, so the girls can look at you.

We haven't had a man employed here for a long time.

Well, he a hardly a man

I'm not a sexually mature.

If I move up to lettering

someone's needed in shading.

He can go out to the cemeteries too.

Can we afford anyone else?

What shall we do? Let's ask Kristine.

There's the brush washing too.

I've begun to get eczema.

Kristine, answer!

I'm allergic. It itches.

It's no good asking Kristine.

What does Kristine say?

How old are you?

I'm...

He's fifteen.

The boy stays.

When coach?

It's a funny story...

I'll go.

Olga's studio.

He's cadging money again.

Olga has a son - Haster.

He always comes asking for money

He's a real rowdy. - You know how things are.

Olga drinks.

Seen she'll say she must give the cat its milk.

That means she's having her whisky.

She says her blood pressure's too high.

Was that Haster?

Eat up, Reine.

I'm going out for a moment - the cat must have its milk.

We make mourning ribbons.

To be hung on the wreaths when there's a funeral.

Mostly we write "A Last Greeting" in gold.

There, isn't that nice?

The lettering must be like this...

so that it's harmonious.

You dip twice for confidence.

And you mustn't be afraid or hesitate.

Do you think it's hard?

Board of the Arts Council.

Twenty one letters.

Haster sat on this stool when he learnt lettering.

He was sixteen, just like Reine.

He was so sweet.

And you don't mind to help someone in wheel chair.

Good boy.

I was a ballet dancer. Do you like dancing?

Let's dance some here.

Yes, let's.

Stig, blest him! The key.

He chose death before the crowds. The Master.

The Greatest.

We're alike.

The Master.

To Ronnie from his son.

Are you watching properly?

Mind you don't fall. - Quiet!

Now for the start.

Are you watching?

Here I am, Ronnie Petterson's son.

I think he ought to stop.

Let him try. - It's no fun now.

Absolute greatest possible silence.

Music.

Little scamp, he's pretending.

Well girls, back to work.

Helena has a way with little boys.

You must quit as soon as possible.

I like it here.

I've nothing against you, but you're being exploited.

It's nice here.

Have you been paid? - I will be later.

When business is better, eh?

You' re not needed here.

Another thing:

Why do you think Helena rubs her arms like that

when she looks at you?

She's very unhappy.

Imagine wanting to be a dancer and having that handicap.

Never having intimate relations.

And now with you here.

Helene wants to die.

It's her greatest wish. To die.

But she doesn't dare to. Such people are dangerous.

Watch out for Helena!

I've been waiting for you. Are you coming?

I've got that feeling again.

As if I could get up and walk.

Reine, if...

If you were grown up and I could dance...

Would you like me then?

Oh, another epidemic?

We were sent home for Midsummer.

Then Mum will be along soon, eh?

She'll be very late.

Then we'll sit and wait.

We're to go sailing.

It's Midsummer.

Mum, you and I.

It's a pal of mine, and his girl-friend.

A posh boat he has too.

Another vodka, please. - And your son?

Son, eh? What will you have, Reine?

Let's Cola?

Have another Cola.

We'll go sailing.

Uddevalla, did you say?

That means taking the train to Gotherburg.

Yes, the night train.

It'll be late.

It's Midsummer. Cheers.

Cheers for your Mum.

Question No. 1. Is there a God?

That's a deep one.

Is there a God.

Is there a God?

Who is my dad? Stig isn't my dad.

Cheer up, Reine.

You have no dad, eh?

You should have seen my dad. Bloody hell.

The beatings I got.

Forget it.

Tomorrow we'll go sailing.

You and I and Mum.

Tomorrow we go sailing.

Can you sail?

Look!

Where do you think he's going to sleep?

How have you planned it, eh?

Why didn't fix you another girl when Harriet couldn't come?

Tricked. Bloody well tricked.

You should have one in reserve... a right like this.

I do my share for Christ's sake. What do you do?

Not a damn piss. Bring this brat along.

How do you like that, eh?

Midsummer and no one to fuck.

That kid's squirting ketchup on my deck.

Christ, it'll stain it!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What are you doing? You are crazy. - Little bastard.

Take it easy. He'll float up. He can swim.

Little bastard, squirting ketchup on the deck.

Where is he?

Oh God, where is he?

Damn the kid. Dive, Nora.

I can't swim.

Don't stay there. Come and help.

Why don't you dive? He mustn't die.

Christ, you know I can't swim.

What a feeling.

I know I'm alive.

To die before the crowds, perhaps he was meant too.

Ronnie Pettersson, he died before the crowds.

Record of three minutes I nearly had it.

An angel came and help me. Nora.

Darling!

Why will you never get married?

If I do

it'll be with someone who's as pure as an angel.

Almost like a doll.

I work with dolls.

Dummies in shop-windows.

The kind without any hair?

How old are you? - Eleven on 14 August.

Same birthday as me.

Shall we spend it together?

Yes, let's. You can come to my place.

Ask for Nora.

What was that?

Look! Fireworks.

I love fireworks.

let's go for a trip together.