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That was It's More Fun to Compute by Kraftwerk

from the city of Düsseldorf in Germa...

And from Malmö, local synth heroes Ausgang Verboten

with their track Consumer.

Time for the Morning Radio Show!

Welcome to the Chicken Coop, where we'll chat to Fredrik the chicken.

We'll be putting some questions to him.

August 15, 1986.

Come on, press play.

We're going to listen.

Six quick questions. Let's start with your favourite bands.

I'd say Depeche, Kraftwerk, Front 242, Twice a Man.

Star sign? - Scorpio.

Plans for the future? - Surviving, I guess.

At least trying to survive my debut gig on Saturday.

Favourite food?

That's an easy one - anything but eggs.

Love?

That'll be Nina, right?

Hate?

Myself.

Anything to add?

- Why are you being so weird? - What do you mean?

- What's the matter? - Where do you want me?

Over there.

Can I get a shot of you getting out?

I want you there.

Pull it up.

Put the boom box down.

- Please... - Funny? No?

Could you hold...? No, wait. I want some action.

Come here!

- No! What the...? - I'll show you.

Come on, you're cheating. You've practised!

- That's not cheating. - It sure is!

Move over. I'll play octave bass instead.

It's much easier.

This is how you make music. Are you ready?

My name is Fredrik

And I'm a little lad

I live in a village

And I've got a girl

And she's too hot for me

- I'm only joking. - That wasn't very nice.

- You should be nice to me. - Yes, that was mean.

Oh, that's so low!

- So bloody mean! - I'm joking. It smells like roses.

- Yes, it does. - Of course.

- It's like you're eight. - I was getting back at you.

Get this off...

- Nina, I want to talk... - Sure, but later.

I want you to think "sexy Viking".

What the hell does a Viking look like?

Yeah, like that! Wait...

- It's really... No, wait! - Nina, there's something...

- Joking aside, could we...? - You look so damn good!

Just gorgeous!

- Now. - Stop it!

Listen, Nina...

I want to talk, damn it!

About what?

Wait for me!

John Travolta...

WORLD TOUR COMPLETED DEPECHE MODE

"Chart-topping friends."

Do you think Per Gessle and Marie Fredriksson...?

You know, that they...

Of course they do.

I was only joking. You think so?

- What do they sound like? - I don't want to know.

I think they sound like this:

Hey!

Ow! Stop chewing on my fingers.

When you guys are featured in Okej, that'll be hot stuff!

We'll see when we've released our first album.

How do you feel about Saturday? We haven't talked about it.

Your first gig!

Are you nervous?

I haven't finished all the lyrics.

- Are you kidding me? - No, I'm not.

They're not finished?

Don't worry, I'll sort it out.

I've made a new song. Want to hear it?

I'll listen later.

Hey, Fredrik...

Hey, Nina.

I have something to tell you.

Well, that killed the mood. What is it?

- It's too much! - No, come on.

You'll probably get angry.

Or sad.

Just tell me.

I've applied to a photography school.

And so you should. You're amazing!

It's in Stockholm.

- In Stockholm? - Yes.

I mean, what...?

There are schools like that here in Skåne, right?

Yes, of course,

but they're nowhere near as good as this one.

And I really miss Stockholm.

It wasn't my decision to move here.

And all my friends are in Stockholm.

- Right... - Except you, of course.

But, I mean...

You're great and everything, but...

- What? - No, I didn't mean it like that.

Maybe you're not ready to take that kind of step?

What are you on about?

Compared to skilled, or real... other photographers.

Were you about to say "real photographers"?

"Real photographers"? Are you joking?

Shouldn't you be supporting me?

- I'm just trying to be realistic. - I see, you're being realistic.

I get it.

You're one to talk.

So your dreams of becoming a musician are more realistic than mine?

- No, of course not. - So why did you say it?

- I'm leaving. - No, please.

It came out all wrong. I didn't mean it like that.

- Oh yes, you did! - Don't leave.

I'll do what I want! Let me go!

Go, then!

You get your way as always. You act like an upper-class brat.

What did you just say?

- That's right. - Say it again.

You don't know how good you have it.

Your parents take you on holidays. You have your own fancy car.

- You have parties, food in the fridge... - Food in the fridge?

That makes us upper class?

- I get it, loud and clear! - Please don't leave.

- Let me go! - Please!

- You don't understand anything! - You know what?

I don't want to date you anymore. I'm breaking up with you.

To hell with it, then! I'll kill myself.

I hate myself anyway. You don't understand a thing!

Nothing!

I thought I'd try again today. Apparently, he has a meeting.

I doubt we'll get him to talk.

Hi, this is Fredrik. Is Nina there?

Could you ask her?

I'd really appreciate it.

Hello?

Fredrik! It's the bailiff.

Alright, so the report you're referring to

is actually one that you wrote yourself?

I see, but don't you think it could be taken the wrong way?

That you might be on thin ice?

No, I don't have time to wait.

Two things: Firstly, I'll need a clear explanation of how this happened.

And why didn't you follow up on my previous articles?

The information from my source.

My article goes to print at 4 pm today, with or without your comments.

Thank you. Bye.

Now that's investigative journalism!

What a bonehead!

Hi! Yes, it's me.

Tuesday March 2, 1985.

A strange thing about this house is the way it makes noises.

The house has a sound of its own.

It's a low-frequency, humming bass sound.

It's hard to describe, but sometimes you hear it clearly.

Then it kind of fades away.

Sometimes the loud noise wakes me up at night.

And then it's just gone.

- The "Skandia Man"! - What?

Stig Engström, the graphic designer.

There's something very fishy about him.

Leave your food if you want to.

- She broke up with Fredrik. - Thank you for letting us all know!

Want to talk about it?

No, I'm fine.

Dinner was lovely.

She'll make a fresh start tomorrow.

- Can I come in? - Sure.

Woodman? Good stuff.

You're amazing. You know that, right?

The difficult thing at your age is...

that a bunch of things happen for the first time.

You think you'll fall apart when things get tough, but you won't.

It makes you stronger.

Alright...

I just wanted to tell you that.

A pro tip.

Does it always make you stronger?

If you're weak to begin with, do you always get stronger?

March 3, 1985.

There's a new girl at school, the same age as me,

and she's also into synth music.

She's from Stockholm and talks funny.

I think here name is Nina, but I'm not sure.

She's damn hot! I'll see if I have the guts to talk to her.

- Hey! It's your turn. - Cut it out!

- What the hell is your problem? - It's your turn.

I really need a friend right now.

A girlfriend my own age.

But I'll never find a single fucking one

in this shithole town.

I still think that Fredrik really loves you.

- Stupid brat! - Ow! You can't do that!

- Well, I won. - You're cheating!

Ow! Stop throwing cards at me!

Stop it!

Mum! She's throwing cards at me.

Love will save us I know of this

The love in you and me Love will save us

It's...

That's the charm of police work.

Even a demanding case like this one could be solved in fifteen minutes...

35 17 67.

Listen, I'm not up for it today.

The procurement went well.

- Actually, I didn't keep up with it. - No worries.

It doesn't matter.

- Do I have to? - I think you should.

Well, I won't.

- Yes, you will. - No.

- Yes, you will. - No!

- You can't be alone here all weekend. - Sure I can.

When did you last see Granny?

I'm a grown-up now. I'm not a child anymore.

And I have to get ready for school.

- What do you think will happen? - I don't know - anything!

- Like what? - There might be a knock on the door.

You answer it, and there's a nasty guy with a gun in each hand,

who shoots you in the head, or something.

For instance.

If the area is that unsafe, why did we move here?

- We should have stayed in Stockholm. - I didn't really mean it like that.

- But you're acting stupid... - We're back on Monday.

Just call if there's anything.

Yes. Great.

Right?

- What? - Nothing. Sure...

- It's a sensitive age. - You can say that again.

That works, too... Letting her stay here.

What?

Find anything exciting?

Do you think your life has any meaning?

Pretty, isn't it?

- I try my best. - So what's the best thing you've done?

- Well, there's you. - Apart from that?

You tell me...

Isn't this a bit lame?

Shouldn't we try something rougher?

Like DAF.

Or Fad Gadget, I mean...

No?

- What the hell is he up to? - Are you serious?

What is he doing now?

Fredrik?

Is there anyone home?

Hey! What are you doing?

- We have to prepare for tomorrow's gig! - You want to play this lame music?

Lame? We've spent ages on it!

What are you, eight?

No, stop it!

Seriously!

Guys...

Jerk!

Maybe you should sing, Kim.

I can't really be bothered.

So we're playing some baby synth? It's embarrassing.

- Embarrassing? - Yes.

What do you want to do instead?

I like melodies, but can't we just try to play something a bit rougher.

Sing about how we really feel.

I thought you liked Dansande man and Speak and Spell.

I do, but it's all we listen to.

- Maybe I've matured. - Matured?

The day before our first gig you've matured? Great timing.

And that's illegal, is it?

I don't know how Nina puts up with you.

She's normal, unlike some people!

- Will six be alright? - Yes, terrific.

- Apparently, the ticket collector is back. - Please!

- I heard it at the shop. - I can't listen to that old wives' tale.

God wants to contact you

It's cold on the inside!

What does that matter?

God wants to contact God wants to contact you

So fucking good!

She'll be back. You know that.

- Do you want pancakes? - Stop it.

- Are you serious? - Of course I am!

God wants to contact you - through pancakes!

God wants to contact God wants to contact you

Here comes God!

You and you only

Can gaze into my heart

Though no words are spoken

You know what I want

All I long for is you

If you only give me

A single word, I'll be yours

Dance with me.

No, dance with me!

Get up!

You're supposed to be a pop star!

Do you have a ticket?

- No. - You have to have one.

Okay...

SINGLE

I can't deal with this.

Please just leave.

- Nina, please listen. - I'm busy. Just leave.

Please leave! I'm busy.

- I'm sorry. - Just leave!

I'm asking one thing of you, and that is to leave me alone.

- Nina... - Leave!

I know I said some terrible things.

Fuck!

No, cut it out!

- No, Nina... - Yes!

Let me do it.

Look at me.

Oh yeah...

- Oh yeah... - Oh yeah!

What's this?

What is it?

My dad is destroying my life.

Mine and my mum's.

Won't you tell me about your dad?

He's bloody weird.

- You've never met him, have you? - No.

As a kid he got a lot of love.

A great upbringing. Everything was normal.

Then his brother was born,

and it was as if my grandfather couldn't give love to two children

He could only love one child. It's fucking absurd.

And from one day to the next, my dad was beaten daily.

for the rest of his upbringing.

He wasn't allowed at the dinner table.

His mum gave him money to buy sausages from the butcher's,

and he'd eat them in the stairwell.

He's been eating sausages ever since. That's all he ever has.

- For lunch and dinner - sausages. - Only sausages?

Yes. No one believes it, but it's true.

Just plain sausages.

- Not even ketchup? - No.

And when he started school, he was bullied and beaten.

When he got home, his dad beat him.

Eventually, he couldn't take it and went to sea

as soon has he got his discharge book.

I think he was 15 or 16.

He was at sea until he was 18 and then returned home.

He started working at that depressing factory.

And the same thing happened there. Someone was really shitty towards him.

I remember that's when he started drinking.

Eventually, he couldn't do his job and got fired.

It's absurd.

What a pointless life. How could such a childhood lead to anything good?

Or even to a normal life?

Don't let it ruin things for you.

You're not your father.

Isn't it a bit hot in here?

- You think so? - Yeah.

I almost feel like...

Yes!

- No! - Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

No!

No, Fredrik. It's freezing outside. It's going to rain!

- It will be fantastic. - No way!

Nina, please!

- Come on, then! - No.

- Aren't you tempted? - No!

Alright, I've got it...

- Things we hate. - Okay.

- Well, I'd have to say heavy metal. - Really?

It's supposed to be hard and dangerous,

but if you look closely, it's all about showing off.

Difficult chords, fast guitar solos

and double kick drums playing triplets.

What the fuck is going on? It's like academics playing punk rock.

Academics playing punk rock?

That would be awesome!

Maybe it's not so bad. How about you?

Toddlers.

Toddlers...

Little brats constantly staring at you wherever you are.

Everywhere.

- In the shop, on the train... - I know, it's fucked up!

Let's go, bring the hate!

I was thinking about football. It's just the worst!

There's no humour in football. It's just us against them.

It brings out the lowest primal instincts in people.

What the hell is the point?

A bunch of morons shouting sexual slurs at each other and the referees.

It's so fucking stupid. Sports in general.

Sports are really for Neanderthals!

Winners and losers.

Excuse me, but who cares?

Life would be more beautiful without sports.

Let go!

- You have to close the door. - You do it.

Ouch!

- Don't be so violent! - It just makes me angry.

- You can wait in my room. - Okay, sure.

Was that Nina?

I promise not to disturb you.

Or do you want some tea?

No, we're fine.

Now you've seen my mum's cunt.

Stop it!

But I have.

Your first home.

- You're sick! - Your first flat.

I don't want to hear it.

Do you want a sandwich or something?

No, I'm good.

That's a relief.

When will you know if you've been accepted?

Pretty soon, I think.

It should be anytime now.

There are so many applicants. I won't just...

It's really hard to get in.

Fredrik? Dad is on the phone.

He has to talk to you. It's important, and he can't wait.

I'm not up to it today.

Can't we just do it over the phone?

GROCERIES

It's wonderful to see you.

Fantastic! Thank you.

You can go and wait inside.

What was the important thing?

Nothing's more important than sausages, right?

Maybe blood relations, I guess.

- Here you go. - I'm fine. I've had dinner.

I see.

It's so good!

I'm fine, thanks.

Did you hear that?

- It's from downstairs. - That's right. New neighbours.

Foreigners.

Moved in last week.

I don't know how many they are, but it's a small flat. They sound like this:

All the fucking time.

But if you complain, you're a racist.

This country is going straight to the dogs, that's for sure.

Oh well...

- How are you doing? - Really well.

Yeah... You're a great kid, but you already knew that.

You're the best thing I've got.

- Sure you don't want any? - I'm fine.

Okay... I'll be back in a minute.

It's so weird. I'm playing a gig with the band tomorrow.

Listen, never stop making music.

You hear me?

My biggest mistake was selling my snare drum.

It meant a lot to me, as you know.

I did it for you guys.

To put food on the table.

Swedish machines the finest steel boast!

Swedish machines can manage the most - a toast!

Unbelievable! Who are these fucking people?

- I'll just go and take a leak. - Sure.

- Listen, I have to get going. - No! Hey...

- Stay a while. We're enjoying ourselves. - I've got a rehearsal tomorrow.

Sure, but just a little longer. Have a cigarette.

- Have one. - I don't feel like it.

Come one.

- Come here. - Okay, one cigarette.

Here you go. Let's smoke. Here's the lighter.

- Where do I stub it out? - Right...

You know...

In my day, it was all about guitars.

- But you're not into that. - No.

You need to understand one thing: She's weak, really weak.

Don't be like her. It will screw up your life, too.

If it wasn't for that fucking whore, that slut, I wouldn't be sitting here now.

But I went along with everything, and now she's got what she wanted.

Women... There's nothing more deceitful.

Promise me one thing. Never be like her.

Never be like her!

She's weak, really weak,

and you take after her, I'm sorry to say.

You take after her. She's indoctrinated you.

You'll never make it in the long run if you're weak...

I have to go now.

Fucking synth faggot!

- It's me. - Hi. How did it go?

Nina, could you come over?

I just went to bed and was about to fall asleep.

Please, I need you here.

Listen, there's something I haven't told you.

I got in.

I found out yesterday.

I have to move next week to find a place to stay and stuff.

I think it might be good for you and me, too.

I'm actually looking forward to it.

God wants to contact you

God wants to contact you

Love will save us I know of this

I have a new song.

What time is it?

Come on, then!

You can go first, Kim.

I'm so damn pleased!

I don't know... It's not exactly our style.

What the hell?

The bassline is pretty cool.

It's just that we have a lot of good songs. Why not just play those?

But where is the synth melody? Or isn't there one?

We're a synth band, after all.

I'll write a synth melody.

- Doesn't Anna have her own suitcase? - I packed her things in the small one.

You should pack your own things!

- Jesus Christ... - Sure, but we needed to get going.

Bye, Nina. Take care.

- See you on Monday. - Yes.

- Bye, little brat. - Bye!

- Get in. - Be careful, sweetie.

- I will. - Alright?

Bye-bye! Give Granny my love.

Do you feel like having plaice? There's a diner up ahead.

Not that place again! It was horrible last time.

No, the plaice was nice.

Shit, I forgot something! We have to go back.

No, you brought everything.

- I forgot Mum's keys. - And she needs them?

- Turn back by the cemetery. - Dear Lord!

Got them.

Love will save us I know of this

Excellent, Pelle! A bit of an industrial vibe.

I'm using my cable, otherwise you could have it.

- It's working. - Well done.

Did you see the sound engineer's t-shirt?

No. What?

- Oh my God! What are we going to do? - We're screwed.

- It's a disaster. - I know.

I mean seriously.

- You wouldn't have a fag for me? - I'm afraid I only have this one.

- Have you seen Nina? - No.

Alright.

Hi.

Hi, Kim. Have you seen Nina?

- No. Did you check upstairs? - No, I didn't.

Maybe I should.

That's so true.

That one...

Fredrik, wait!

- You don't have a clue. - Don't I?

The music here is just as good as in Düsseldorf, where Kraftwerk are from.

- Impossible. - This is like Düsseldorf but in Skåne.

You want me to believe that?

That's a bunch of nonsense.

CIVIC CENTRE

The cable was glitchy as hell. Can I sit here?

- Do you have enough room? - The cable won't work. What do we do?

I'll sort it out. I have cables at home.

Hello?

Are you home?

I'm just getting a cable.

Mum?

Mum?

Mum?

Mum!

I've never claimed I can sing!

It would be awesome if you just stumbled in.

Hi, you're on now.

It's not the first time he lets us down.

Nina, you know him best. Will he be back?

I'm really worried that he won't.

It's so fucking typical of Fredrik!

Can I borrow one of your bikes?

Sure, take mine.

- She fucking hates me. - No, she doesn't hate you.

She doesn't hate you.

She doesn't hate you, Fredrik.

I just don't understand why.

What the hell do you know?

We should go to the hospital.

Shouldn't we go?

This is for you, Nina.

Would you miss me if I was gone?

Would you care if I was done?

Do you feel the same as me?

That our love was meant to be

Is your love strong enough? Are you there for me?

Do you feel like I do? It was meant to be

Is your loss sure enough - elementary?

Can you live, can you breathe without me?

Love will save us, I'm sure of this

The love in you and me

Love will save us, I know of this

It's in you and me

Do you think I'm weak?

- If I think you're weak? - Yeah.

No.

I think you're sensitive.

Really sensitive.

- How dorky... - But you are!

Fredrik? Please follow me.

How did it go?

It went well. I played my new song.

You should do what you want to do.

What you're good at.

He's not completely hopeless.

No.

Even though it seems like it sometimes.

Am I wearing clothes?

Yes, you're dressed.

It will all turn out well.

Subtitles by Richard Schicke Svensk Medietext AB