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KIM NOVAK NEVER SWAM IN GENESARET'S LAKE

English subtitles by Bill Davis

The heat's unbearable.

Yes, it is.

- Want some? - Yes, please.

The rules were simple...

Only say two words at a time.

All my utterances, and all of Edmunds.

- A sandwich? - Not yet.

- Thirsty, then? - Yes, thanks.

- Cheers, Brother. - Cheers, then.

- Life is good. - Not 'is.'

- A word! - Two words.

- Yeah ... right? - Yes, 'course.

Not sure?

If you wanted to force the other person into silence, you'd say nothing.

Edmund ... Edmund Wester.

It's been almost 40 years now.

terrible ...

If it hadn't happened, it would've been a Summer like any other.

A "Classic Summer," like you said.

It will be a tough Summer, Erik.

That said, a hard Summer.

It may be Gennesaret for you.

It is what it is ...

That's the truth.

- Man proposes and God disposes. - So I said.

Henry will be there and I'll come when I have time.

Maybe you can take a friend with you.

- Perhaps Edmund? - Edmund?

You're in the same class.

I can't eat any more.

He is a guard, my father.

Works at the Big Gray.

He worked at a shoe factory before, but it closed.

He's had so much to think about over Spring.

We all have.

Come on, girls!

I'm watching you, Karlsson!

I don't know much about sports.

I'd rather read a book.

But when Berra Albertsson became coach for the handball team,

I had to take a look.

Cannon-Berra was a living legend.

He'd played in 150 international matches.

All the world's goalkeepers dreaded his deadly throw.

That's when I first saw her, then I saw nothing else.

Life suddenly had meaning.

Our Lord had sent me to the handball court that day.

Out walking, Erik?

Hey, Henry.

He's a real shit.

Who?

Berra Albertsson.

- Albertsson? - Yeah.

- the handball coach? - Yes. Cannon-Berra is a shit.

- How do you know? - I just know, Bro ...

Henry is a reporter. He knows everything.

Our parents wanted him to go to college,

but that never happened.

He ran off. Went to sea for one year.

Came home an experienced sailor.

But he'd had enough of the sea and started writing for The Kurren.

Got an apartment in town.

Hell of a good writer.

- A bit hard, this thing with Mom, huh? - Huh?

With Mom!

Have you been to visit her?

It'll be fine ...

We are camping together this Summer.

Yeah, Dad told me..

It'll be fine, you'll see.

He said that Edmund was coming.

Edmund's coming? Edmund. Who's that?

He's in my class. I don't really know him.

Can't judge people by names.

I had a girl in Amsterdam...

Her name was Frida Arselle.

Frida-Arselle!

She was no fool. She was no fool...

Damn, got a lot of kids here!

- Hey Brother, remember one thing: - What's that?

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Hello, Edmund.

Hello.

- My dad said something ... - Yeah, I heard.

He was a blank slate, I realized.

We'd been in the same class a year.

I knew nothing about him.

Except for a rumor that he had twelve toes

and a helluva model railway and collected western magazines.

But I didn't know if it was true.

His father was also a guard. That was our connection.

He'd worked with my father over the years.

They'd talked about Summer with each other...

- What the hell is that? - A fish, of course.

A fish? Why make a fish?

My mother's birthday on Sunday.

So?

So... She likes fish.

Hell, look at this!

With no warning this angel once again came into my life.

She, who I thought was a dream.

Many were having the same dream.

It's Kim Novak!

Kim Novak riding a bike in our schoolyard!

Kiss me slowly...

He has some epilepsy, Ass-Enoch. Sometimes he faints.

For this, It would be strange if he hadn't fainted.

It was not Kim Novak.

She looked like her, just as beautiful.

Her name was Ewa Kaludis.

She would substitute for three weeks.

Oh man! That's what I call a real woman.

What the hell?

There he is! Cannon-Berra! I saw him with her!

- Cannon-Berra's a real shit. - No, he's not!

Genesaret is our house on a lake.

It's always been in the family.

No one knows why it's called that.

An aunt was in the Dingle madhouse.

She was probably behind the name.

Want one?

Do you want a cigarette, Bro?

Say anything to Dad, I'll kill you.

Damn, it's not much of house.

No.

But you've no need for tubs or chairs in Summer,eh?

- About the Summer... - What?

I will be free from The Kurren all Summer.

- Why? - To write a book.

A book?

A book.

I have to do it sometime.

Some people have to do it.

I'm such a man.

What will it be about?

Life.

the real thing.

but... Existential.

- Shall we get those mattresses now? - Sure.

You...

This thing with Mom...

Yes?

It's worse for Dad, you know.

She wants you to visit.

- Did she say that? - No, but she wants it, you know that!

-A man's gotta do ...

-...what a man's gotta do. Yeah, I know.

Don't crush the grapes.

You've time to comb your hair.

There's a bathroom.

I think we can go in soon.

I know...

but there's no hurry.

No.

You're right, there.

In here there's no hurry.

Erik ...

- We bought some grapes. - That's nice.

How are things at school?

Fine.

- Have you taken time off today? - Yes.

- Things okay at home? - Yeah, well...

Dad burns the food sometimes, but he's getting better.

I am the Omelet Tarzan.

Omelet Tarz...?

Yes...

We're doing just fine.

Is there a restroom here somewhere?

Death...

I've thought a lot about Death this spring.

What it means to be Dead.

I asked my Dad, but he's as hopeless as I am.

"Anyone who lives shall see," he says.

Stop that.

About Genesaret ... I'll get you there...

but you will have to see to yourselves.

- Let Henry take care of the gas. - Sure.

I'll come out sometime.

There is so much now...

Anyone who lives shall see.

Hello, are you sitting here?

Hello.

- I've been to the library. - Me too.

- I read some ... How about you?

Yes, some.

What are you reading, then?

Stagg, Quentin, ...

Carter Dickson ...

...sometimes an Agatha Christie.

Jules Verne too.

- Yes, he's good. - Yes, very good.

You know... I was wondering.

Yes?

How about it?

About what?

With Summer and all.

What do you mean? "With Summer and all?"

It 's up to you.

Can I come?

Yeah, of course you can come!

- Really? - Of course, of course.

Do you like trains?

It was the beginning.

We didn't know it then.

The beginning...

The beginning of what would lead us into dark places.

Boys! The Food is ready. Food's ready!

Remember - she's an alcoholic.

How did that happen?

Because of my grandfather. He was a drinker.

Mum's sisters are the same. All four are alcoholics.

There's only so much liquor a woman's body can take.

"Over Much" they say in �ngermanland.

�ngermanland?

Lots of heavy drinkers in �ngermanland!

- Can't they cure her? - She's takes cure at regular intervals.

She's going to dry out in Summer. Best not say anything about it.

- It's not official. - "Official." Good name for it.

Ah boys!

Come and sit! Eat up.

I thought maybe you had wax in your ears.

You sit here, Erik.

Sausage casserole a la Signe.

Food for the gods and little sausages.

Eat till you burst.

Go ahead, Erik! Tuck in and help yourself!

As the farmer said when he found the Mrs. with the farmhand.

Sausage Casserole!

Sausage Casserole without cucumber is like love without cream.

More raspberries, said the girl and threw her panties.

The Wester family was no ordinary family.

They had lived all over,

due to his Mom and the liquor.

I felt a little sorry for them.

But it was good sausage casserole. I had several helpings.

We need to ask your Mom for the recipe.

Hear that, Signe?

Good guys to have good food!

Our class teacher, Sintering,...

had broken her leg in a housewives' gym class.

and onto the field, as a substitute,

comes Ewa Kaludis...

Kim Novak.

As she sat there at head of class

it seemed as if a dozen angels had drifted over the room.

You could sign your name to a list...

...of those who'd be willing to break Sintering's other leg.

She didn't actually teach anything. She didn't need to.

We worked like animals anyway.

She stood just behind you and...

leaned her breast against your shoulder.

All the boys asked for help,

and the air was heavy with the heat.

If there was one thing,

in that white paper, beside what I've mentioned,

tell the jury and tell them now.

Your honor, I object!

- "Objection!" - "Objection sustained"

Right This Way, lieutenant.

Look at Della Street! She's like Miss Kaludis.

What? No, no way! Ewa Kaludis is much nicer.

With her breasts! Check those melons, they're ...

But Kaludis is probably better... they're more...

Young man, you don't know what you're talking about.

Listen up! All of you!

Miss Kaludis wants to say a few words.

I just wanted to thank you for these three weeks.

Hope you have a good Summer off.

Maybe we'll meet again some day.

Look! It's Cannon-Berra!

Hello!

One and a half hours? It can't be!

Yes. It's faster coming back.

- It's because of Kleva. - Kleva?

Kleva Hill. It's a steep hill!

- It takes 20 minutes to get up it. - No way!

Nobody could ever slog it up that hill,

not on these bikes.

They say in Brunflo...

anyone who has pissed into the wind on the bog can do anything.

- Have you lived in Brunflo, too? - Yes, we've lived everywhere.

We will have a real Classic Summer!

The kind of Summer you read about in stories!

We'll burn up Kleva Hill in ten hot seconds.

Genesaret, here we come!

By all Elghorn!

Is that it?

No, that's just the beginning.

- Are you kidding? - No, never!

If you can do it, I'll buy the ice cream.

No further questions! Geronimo!

It was the first day of Summer vacation.

It was easy with Edmund.

Surprisingly easy.

As if we had known each other for a long time.

"A steep hill" - shit!

I can't fucking talk.

Don't sit there! I threw up a little there.

What did I tell you?

Objection sustained.

I have to sit here a while.

In Saffle, there was a killer hill,

but this one's worse.

We rest a bit, huh?

Oh, Fuck!

We were half way up Keva Hill.

Silence...

Had it been Benny or Ass-Enoch there instead of Edmund...

We'd have felt compelled to talk.

Swearing and telling our lies.

But with Edmund I could just lie there and be silent.

Don't stop on the wrong side of the road!

The cars!

That was Lasse Snedtrut.

Snedtrut?

He was born to it.

He'll be a racing cyclist.

He trains twelve hours per day.

No, not to the right!

That's where the Lundins live. They're dangerous.

Thanks.

Okay, House Rules:

I live on the ground floor and you upstairs.

- All right. - Yes, Boss.

The large room and kitchen we share.

- with one exception. - one exception?

One exception...

when I have a girl with me.

Then you stay upstairs. Get it?

- Got it. - Gentlemen's agreement.

Good.

I cook dinner every other day;

...you the next. No fish sticks.

Reverse that for the dishes.

The shit barrel.

- Shit barrel? - Shit barrel.

The less we dump there, the better.

And no pissing in it!

We can get by emptying it once a week.

Dig a pit, haul it, empty... There are more pleasant jobs.

- Okay? - Okay.

Good. That's it.

No need to make it complicated.

Life should be...

...as a butterfly...

on a Summer day.

- Can you do the eye? - Okay.

"Life should be as a butterfly on a Summer day. "

It sounded good, really good.

Henry is good at expressing himself.

My brother.

"Life should be as a butterfly on a Summer day. "

- What wrong with your Mom?

Cancer.

Shit. Will she die?

We don't know.

Cancer - one of those words. Like Death.

She's getting worse.

like Fuck....

Cancer and Fuck.

Words I don't want to talk about.

Some things you should not try to comprehend.

Just leave them in peace.

Love?

Hear it?

Cancer - Fuck - Death - Love

Hi.

What will you have?

Want to go on a boat ride?

Do you want anything?

APK bread loaf and a bit of Falukorv.

Anything else?

Yes, Marie biscuits and two liters of milk.

You look like a movie star. But which one...?

You too!

Donald Duck!

You know...

Hmm?

I've thought a lot about the soul.

It's found in the body and so...

Uh-huh.

I think it moves around.

Like when... I'm eating....

it's in the stomach.

As I read, it is in the brain.

When I think of Britt Laxman...

That's enough, I get it.

You probably have a nomadic soul.

Maybe that's why you've moved so much.

We thought we'd pull out the fishing gear.

Yes, you do that.

- Dad's rod does not work ... - Please ...

I have no idea.

If you come in with fucking fish you have to clean it yourself.

There's only ten!

What?

You're toes. I thought you had twelve.

I did have. But they removed two.

They sat in between the big toe and second.

Didn't it hurt?

I don't remember. I was six month old.

Do you think about your life?

My life?

Yeah. How it... compares to others?

No, I usually don't.

If it could have been different,

with other parents.

You've only got one life.

What's good is it to fantasize about anything else?

What are you gentlemen up to tonight?

Taking the bicycles...

to Lacka Park.

Lacka Park?

Aren't you a bit young for fighting and drinking?

It's never too early to begin, if you really want to sin.

Just stay out of shit.

I'm off.

Where to?

I have some things to do.

By the way...

We need a signal.

Signal?

A signal...

that I have a girl.

- Ah, ha. - Ah, so.

Listen now.

If there's a tie around the flagpole...

Then you be quiet.

Make your way up the stairs... and you stay there.

Okay? Only If you come home later than me.

A tie?

A tie around the flagpole and we go right up to bed.

Promise. No objection.

Right then.

A tie around the flagpole!

What a guy!

Tok-Raffe is on duty.

That fucking shithead.

I won't fucking pay.

I don't have no money.

Do we have a few smokes left?

Two, I think. Should we share?

Wow, what a holiday! Look there!

No!

Erik and Edmund! How nice! Are you here?

Is this lady alone and abandoned?

"Alone and Abandoned"

You are funny, Edmund. A real gentleman.

Can't be otherwise.

That's what my father says,

Always be a gentleman.

What's with the piglets?

Erik and Edmund...

...students from Oscar Academy.

Nice guys.

I'm sure.

Hi.

Now, damn it, let's take a spin.

- So long! - So long, brats!

- I will kill you! - Let go of me, damn it!

- Come on, Mullet! - Get up!

- Get up, Mullet! - Get him!

That was the worst thing I've ever seen.

You don't hit someone who's out!

Anything, but not when someone's knocked out!

This is the strangest thing...

Listen...

"Coming over him from behind,

...suddenly at the right distance. "

"A step in the gravel, just one,..."

"The hand tightly held to the handle. "

"Then a short, lethal swing."

"The dull sound when the steel crushes the skull. "

"An inversion of the sound heard in silence. "

`"When the body joins with the earth,"

"the Summer night stands close and smiling."

"Everything goes in one ..." That's all he wrote.

Isn't that...

cool? ... I mean....

"Everything goes in one" and ...

"Summer Night is near" and ...

No, stop!

Put back the paper...

so he doesn't notice.

Sorry, I didn't think.

Every been beaten up?

Really bad?

No.

I have. When I was little.

Hell of a beating. From my Dad.

You're Dad?

Albin Wester married my Mom...

after my real Dad disappeared.

It's true. He hit my mom and me.

Once, she lost her hearing.

You never forget it.

To just lay there in bed and wait.

The waiting was worse than getting hit.

Is that why your Mom drinks?

Yeah, I think so anyway.

He drank like a pig.

He taught her well ...

Where is your real Dad now?

No idea.

He disappeared when I was seven and a half.

Where is your brother?

I can't hear a typewriter.

He was going into town

He had something to do.

What the hell is that? Having a party.

The Lundins.

Half of them are always there.