All language subtitles for The 101-Year-Old Man

Sync & corrections by Blue-Bird™

Translation & Subtitle by
Maria Kapla, Niklas Hellgren, Ulrika Jansson Båving

Srt2smi by Blue-Bird™

Oh, you are here and take root?

There are most a lot of receipts and crap.

Look over there. Maybe you will find something to play with.

Yes, watch.

Why, what did you find then?

Oh really?

You have found this old pavan.

Allan!

Allan!

Easy. So.

We'll see what they have set to now, then.

No, no, no! They where two.

- Allan! Allan!
- Yes.

- Come here!
- Yes, yes.

Com!

Have you counted all the candles?

<-P -> Perfect, Allan. Come here!
- What the hell have you been on now?

- Now we'll toast to Allan.
- Wait, he's going to blow out the candles first.

But we don't care in the därjävla the song.

- Wait. You should only get to blow out the candles.
- Yes, yes.

Easy. Good, Allan.

Bravo.

So there!!!! Bravo!

- I'm still pregnant.
- hell Yes.

- Water will be good.
- Should you not want something more festive?

- Yes, you know what, I'll take a soda.
- Soft Drinks?

- There is some variety here... <-P->- It doesn't matter.

- No, that is...
- I'm not so fond of stuff like that.

- Take the one you think is best.
- Okay...

- But to take some now!
- Darling, I don't care.

But I think of aspartame...

- Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- Oh Well.

Yes, Allan...

101 years today.

Cheers, old friend!

Or, "old friend"... It was just a year ago-

-you came släpandes on the where the big bag with money.

And a tu three, we were vagabonds. Or on the run, maybe.

And then came Benny with a car when we needed one.

- Now the toasts we, huh?
- Then we ended up here.

With your last remove.

But you were deceived on the instantly on the the worst!

- You just sulked like a wet spot.
- Yeah, well...

- Herrejävlarl
- But the shit in it now for the fan.

<-P->- do you Remember?
- Jo, I will remember.

But then it became good, when Miriam came and opened the store.

Bowl, then.

Sad that you must go home. We will miss you.

- But now it is Allan, we shall toast!
- Cheers!

Bowl on you, Allan!

Then we had the thought...

<-S -> What is this?
- Well...

- They called it Folksoda. <-P->- It was amazingly good.

<-P->- It's Iäskeblask. <-P->- It this would you like.

- Give Julius a splash, so he gets to try.
- Yes.

- this is The last bottle I have. <-P->- It was generous, you.

What then, I am with child. I can't drink something else.

Hell, what good it was!

Load!

I can't really pick and choose which...

Erlander, damn it! Stop! Stop!

Erlander, you get the...

Allan, you have some command?

Erlander!

You! Kitty-kitty-kitty!

Do not drink now. Don't drink, fucking monkey!

Hell apjävel!

You have no pli on the monkey?

Nah.

Thank you.

- You may have it so good now.
- We get the Ia to do as best we can.

Well, I don't really remember...but we would not share the money that is left?

- Crumbs?
- What, then, is the end?

How the heck did that happen?

- AIIan, do you have any cash left?
- Nah.

- I thought, how do we do with the Pike?
- The Pike?

Yes, there varju his money from the beginning, a little...

It, I would probably not remind him. For his sake.

Have you seen a happier person?

Hadelatten da-da, um-pa-pa, the ump May not do, not good

Hadelatten da-da, um-pa-pa ump That was what I said, it was not good

Goodbye, Allan.

Hope you have time before the kid pluppar out.

You had not left more Folksoda, huh?

No, no. Finito.

And no one else either?

No-

Jump in now.

- Safe?
- Stop!

The where Fo/ksodan have all put ideas into the head-

-on both the one and the other in their dar.

And how at all, became... Yes, it was quite the spin/gt.

During the cal/a the war broke I extra as a spy.

Both for the russians and to the yanks.

But in the papers it became a studio musician.

The k/ingade well, a little better than spy where at the checkpoint in East berlin.

My old friend Popov had neither the bath or shower where the home

-so we did our little exchanges on the various public baths and such.

- Is it a satellite image?
- Yes.

Popov, it was a nice prick, even if he could be a little whiny sometimes.

Do you know why everyone thinks the USA is so damn cool?

I wheat fan...

It is not for their bourbons sake. It is really kattpiss.

The united states is the best.

Americans are amazing!

Chewing gum is the best, hot dogs best-

-roller skates the best... Everything is the best!

The best. The Russian is lousy.

Yes, the wheat fan.

Then maybe it is a little inconvenient. I took a little american krafs for your kid.

Allan.. .Thank you.

- R0ck'n'roll.
- Yes.

I thought that Popov sku/le throw the presents in the bin-

-but he seemed, on the contrary be fond of doningarna.

So much so that he took them all the way to the Kremlin.

UKissu?

Comrade general secretary Brezhnev...

We were the first plants and hundari space.

But it was 15 years ago! Since then, americans have been on the moon.

I think what I want though.

American flag waved, despite the fact that it does not blow there.

What would you suggest?

Hit them where it hurts! Fashion, rock'n'roll, soft drinks...

Imagine that the whole world began to listen to Russian music.

What would happen if everyone wanted to become like the russians?

What is it you want? We are to be capitalists?!

No, no...

But the whole world is changing. Pop culture has an incredibly strong effect.

If we defeat them there, follow the rest automatically.

Reputation, economy, military power - all following the.

Well...

I like the idea of Dick Nixon in the Russian jeans.

Brezhnev, he pressed the button at once, he said.

Now the sku/le it apparently be to go by of the old union.

Balla-balla-balla-balla rocking the balalaika

But what I can understand so it went to the pipsvängen-

-both with jeansandet and balalajkarocken.

I know what you are doing...

I know that you intend to build two new raketbaseri Europe.

Yes - and what do you intend to do about it, mr. Brezhnev?

What are you going to do?

Torture us with more pathetic attempts to rock music?

When the jeans and rockandet went bankrupt-

-so it was where läskeriet a real hang-up for the russians.

They began to run three shifts on the Iabbet.

Around the clock, they were beaten in the which the small the love.

<-S -> would you like To taste?
- Be Happy! Thank you.

Hello! What do you take?

You are corrupting Iuktsinnet on us! Extinguish the cigar!

Wonderful. Do you want to taste?

It burns! It burns!

Come on! Out!

What will it take for you? Come on! Are you crazy? Com now!

Bastards, now where the flash and thunder!

In the middle of smattret and small/the country had the ingredients mixed together themselves.

Hipp that happ.

And the result turned out to taste good-good.

But taste it, so it will cost.

And Fo/ksodan, the cost probably more than it may have ever tasted.

"Folksoda".

Oh, damn! Redhead.

It's barely edible, then you should not drink that shit either.

And Folksodan is the end of the year.

Yes. But it is said that it I'm sitting on the recipe.

Oh well.

What did you say? You have the recipe for Folksoda?!

- Yes, it is said so.
- Was then somewhere?

You know, I smoked a lot of cigars at the time.

Cigarettes is so damn small.

Hell, you may not, in itself, something. You can suck yourself blue in the where sattygen.

Where did you get the recipe?

Yes, I Ia it in one of those...

What the hell is it called, then?

- A little like that.
- A cigar box, or?

No. Well, the cigar box.

And where do you have it?

- In Berlin.
- Huh?

I Ia the recipe in a cigar box with Amanda Einstein.

In Berlin.

Hello?

- Ho-ho!
- Ho-ho!

Is she there?

<-S -> Hal/of.
- Hello yes...

Allan here. Allan Karlsson.

You calling from the other side?

The other side? No, what the hell...

This page.

- I sitterju here, damn it.
- Well, ask the 'nal

You know, I thought...

A question: do you Live, remain where you lived?

Yes, I do. Hurså?

- She lives still there.
- Well, then we go!

You have the recipe for Folksoda.

Sch! Allan, quietly damn it!

I?

In my cigar box.

Now you add on.

Or have you thrown it away?

Do you want me throw it?

No, not throw it!

<-S -> Add - on now!
- She is damn dizzy in the head.

She's super, the woman, like a whole fucking brothel sometimes.

Amanda, we will...

Thank you. Goodbye.

Now, we get moving. Now, we must away.

Yes, yes. Not me.

You, Allan, I thought that we skip the payment. Pull on this.

It usually take such a helluva time to get the bill.

Oh. Yes.

Have you also received Iappsjuka?

Yes, yes. Check with the head, then.

- Hello to you, you.
- are you going To swim?

Swim? Yeah, well, it could probably happen.

- you comply with?
- Yes, you can...

Hello? I want to buy two tickets to the...

- No, three.
- Three?

Three tickets, from Denpasar to Berlin, first class.

Or no, tu ristklass.

R appa on: guys!

With the rockers!

Help Julius.

The pike, come here!

The pike! Com!

This. Take it.

- What the hell, now shall the wise...
- depress the accelerator pedal!

Såja_

- Beware there, so we don't run... <-S -> to - Run, run!

Yes, it went well!

- Where should we swim? <-S -> Berlin.

Take of the belt.

- No.
- Remove it.

No. I mean...

I have braces.

Check.

What then?

It's from Youtube.

The old man from Youtube! Where is the monkey?

Yes, the Iilla the monkey. You shouted: "Fucking monkey, fucking monkey!"

-"Where is the apjäveln?"
-"SIuta drink." On Youtube.

- Your monkey.
- What is the monkey?

"Stop drinking!" On Youtube! "Fucking monkey!"

"Stop drinking!"

Have they smoked on, these guys?

Youtube, what the hell is it?

It is tv, but the shows are just crap.

Oh you.

Stop! Stop! Erlander, you get the...

Don't drink, fucking monkey!

Not now, not now, not now...

- Now! There he is. Allan Karlsson.
- AIIan Karlsson, yes.

- Yes. That fooled my dad.
- I know. You have mentioned him in the past.

- Tittal
- Yes, I see jättetydligt, Stina.

- You can put yourself again.
- He lives, the bastard.

Is it not a bit of wishful thinking-

-Allan Karlsson would have resurfaced from the dead?

No, no. I recognize him.

Listen, listen. The other old man.

He screams: "AIIan! Allan!"

Why is this recipe so important for you?

He promised my dad to give me the recipe-

-and he blew me, blew my father. Maybe he killed him!

Now roar is up again. Then stop all the listening, and you know it.

Good.

If we were to start his own brewery!

We can take out a patent on Folksoda. Allan, you understand!

Was so good: vodka and Coke.

All would surely like to purchase it, young and old. How much would we sell?

I wheat fan. Grog is probably more my melody.

Okay. Say a figure is only.

Three .

Why, are you completely röten in my head?!

Here, we're talking 10000 or 100000 in a month!

What would avansen be per bottle?

In any case, so we're talking a fortune here.

Oh well.

Hello, Amanda!

I just wanted to hear when you will. Where are you now?

Yes, the wheat fan.

Over Russia, I think.

- Hurså?
- I wonder how the recipe looks.

Excuse me? You can not talk on the phone.

Huh? Well, I have a plUPP-

It is forbidden. Where is your bag?

- Is this?
- No, the next, to the left.

It is a bowlingväska.

- AIIan...
- What the hell, a little conversation.

You, Iilla busungen, not to spill any drinks.

No, beware the lady. Komsi, komsi.

It is our monkey! No problem!

Moscow airport from JB67, we are asking to make an emergency landing.

We have a monkey on board.

We can drop them.

Hey, you. Hey you, Tage Erlander!

HELLO," the old man!

The monkey will remain in quarantine.

It becomes the cause of this. Fill in your Moscow address.

Can you tell me if any hotelladress?

The only Russian address I had is arbetslägret in Vladivostok.

Nice to get out. Now, we run, full patte Berlin!

Allan, you book the tickets. You can tugget. I don't get a fucking hoot.

I fix it, no problem. as soon as Erlander is back.

He may well come late?

The pike, here. We'll...

- Hi.
- Have you heard on the radio?

They said that a plane from Bali has nödlandat in Moscow.

Stina, this is my home...

Some swedes had been with a monkey.

<-P->- It where white on Friday.
- One of them was 101!

<-P->- It must be Allan Karlsson!
- Sch! Come in, then.

<-S -> Moscow. He is in Moscow!
- Yes. And what do you think about it?

- I must get more Inderal-tablets.
- Huh?

- Inderal-tablets. Soothing.
- What are you going to with it?

They are out, and I must go to Moscow.

It doesn't sound like a good idea at all.

Håkan, I thought my entire Iiv that my recipe was gone.

Now have the chance to get it back. I have to go there.

I would really not recommend it.

Way you, Stina.

If you go to Moscow

-don't know what are the situations that can trigger a aggressionsattack.

- Håkanl You can follow!
- Huh...?

If you follow, I promise you, I will not be angry at all.

If we go together, you can help me a lot more than ever.

- Unprofessional. So I can not do.
- Jo. You can do this.

It allows you to.

Hello, darling. I'm home!

What do you do?

To fix this shit.

Oh my god, what is that?

I was attacked by a monkey.

- Of a monkey?
- Yes.

Fucks you with someone else? Keep in mind what you say now.

- We had to make an emergency landing in Moscow! <-S -> where, then?

This sounds strange-

-but a centenarian had a monkey in the hand luggage!

- Centenarian?
- Yes. I thought that he was called Allah...

Allan! Was he Allan Karlsson, one hundred years?

There he is! What is it with you?!

What was it I said? There he is!

<-P->- It was he who stole my brother's money!
- No!

You should have seen him. He was so sweet!

Rar? He stole 50 million, hell!

He murdered the damned brother!

He is a sinister gubbjävel, and I'll be damned pick him!

Moscow, you say? Which airport?

<-P->- It was hell what the russians are sweaty.
- You are not so snustorr you either.

Fucking glare in fejset on them.

Here behind it is the lake. Do you see?

But, Benny, you said it was a restaurant.

- No... Serving, I have said.
- Jo, you can usually tell restaurant.

No, but this is more or less as a restaurant.

This will all sit out late.

- But where will we live? <-S -> Check.

Here you can go in.

Yes... Welcome home, both of the two.

Is the other room?

No-

Silent damn it!

Excuse me, where are the police?

Where? Thank you so much.

Good day.

I would like to ask if the swedes which became avslängda from a plane.

One of them was my grandfather. Do you know where they are now?

This is not an information center.

I understand. Excuse me.

The grandfather has caused you so much trouble. He is old. Accept my apology.

- What are you doing? Money?
- Tystl

Their monkey... you do not Want to take with it?

The monkey? No, no...

But a small address, thank you.

You have met with all the, you know, no minister or general-

-that can help us to get loose from the monkey?

Well, then. The president of the republic.

Do you? It's amazing... Call him!

Well...I don't know. It was Brezhnev.

So he answers, probably not.

Brezhnev, it was a /ynnig sharper.

The first time I encountered him was at one of those movie-

-of the where Fo/ksodan.

Popovs Iäskidé had become a h järtebarn for Brezhnev.

Should they play long?

What is going on here?

Comrade secretary general...

We play the material with different cameras and select the best pieces. And then...

Why,... Popov!

Come here, now then. Come on.

If you look at who is here... A real hero.

And a real hero... must be awarded properly.

Äå nah!

Well done. You have earned it.

Comrade secretary general... for A moment.

Come here, please.

My daughter.

What a nice girl.

- What can you hot then?
- Kristina.

Do you know that your dad is a hero? A hero... Come and sit.

Can't you just be quiet a second?

There is no good time to tell you...

No...hell... Bastards!

Who have oiled the lanes?

- does not bother me.
- I just wanted to say...

...to the satellite imagery, which we thought was a kärnvapenfabrik-

-turned out to be a Iäskfabrik.

Mr. Karlsson has been there.
- Allan, can you show the bottle?

I guess it has it there...balalakajsmaken?

- Balalaika. <-P->- It's the "hippest" they have right now.

Good as hell, but only soft drinks.

- Fårjag taste, sir?
- No.

Pepsi and Coca-Cola's turnover is five times more than the Russian defense budget.

This can pull in billion to the Russian state.

- Just a small sip?
- Add of!

What happens with the USA's image

-if the Soviet union begins to produce the best tasting soda?

If the whole world begins to ask the Russian consumer goods?

Imagine Times Square with the Russian advertising...

As if I didn't have enough shit to deal with...

We have to get hold of the recipe before they start to mass produce!

Understood, sir!

Hey... Give me a bottle.

It was the only one we had.

- Not my problem. Give me another one!
- Affirmative.

Yanks took the secure before the insecure and picked on the recipe itself.

I mean, pray about it and get a no had so clearly seemed a bit Inglorious.

When Brezhnev was told that he must find a new laboratory head-

-and that the recipe was also norpat...

Which recipe?

...was no declarations of love just.

I warn you...

The russians Ia all our efforts to quickly put it back where the recipe.

Close!

The cigars that Soviet agents got in the christmas gift by Fidel Castro every year-

-they came in very handy when the recipe ended up on microfilm.

Now hear this, mr. Brezhnev!

You have murdered an american on German soil.

You know who it was and what he did.

You harju, your cola left.

Enjoy!

Do something!

The americans had also received new christmas gifts.

It helped not how much you pillade and pasted.

The russians snokade the right of the recipe anyway.

The middle of all the smuss/distance and pangpangandet-

-dropped both the Soviet union and the united states coal/a on who for the moment had the recipe.

You realize well that we can't let you make it?

What do you mean?

- Is there a threat?
- Call it what you want.

Are you prepared to negotiate?

Yes.

But what should we call the negotiations?

SÖ7T is too obvious. What about SALT?

Oh well...

If we promise not to begin manufacturing Folksoda-

-so can you, on your side immediately-

-withdraw all the Pershing missiles.

We have a deal.

Yes, a certain degree of influence had it enough yet, the where the red sugar-water.

Shall we not jump in and swim?

No, you can't jump in here. Then the overturning of the we, see you.

Then I want to have an ice cream.

Do you have any thoughts about how you will get the recipe?

- I'm going to get a gun.
- Gun?

- Yes. We are in Moscow.
- Are you crazy? Threaten with a weapon?

He never give me the recipe for free. I know it.

You can of course negotiate with him, give him the money.

Do you think I'm a billionaire? It is the recipe for the world's best tasting soft drinks.

Do you understand? Perhaps it is worth hundreds of millions.

- Monkey...can be used.
- Monkey?

- Yes, in the hearing.
- Great idea. We kidnap the monkey.

Maybe not kidnap, but we can have the monkey as a change to the recipe.

Exactly.

I may be able to help in some way.

- Hello, it's Allan.
- Hello, it's Miriam. Can you hear me?

- Yes, I hear you.
- Is everything good?

Yes, it floats on.

We are trying googling a bit on the Folksoda. I was craving a bit more.

<-S -> Sku//e you able to help us with it?
- What do you want to know, then?

<-P->- do you Know where you can get your hands on more?
- The where the factory was situated in Kursk, in the Oblast.

- Kursk?
- Yes. And Tolstoy ran the factory.

- Tolstoy . ..
- Mishenkov.

- What is the name of Fo/ksoda in Russian?
- In Russian?

Narodnaya sodovaja.

- What did you say? Can you spell?
- Narodnaya sodovaja!

- AIIan, what is it?
- Now is babbling you at both ends.

- Narodnaya...
- Listen. Narodnaya sodovaja!

CONTACT PARENT

Give hit.

<-P->- It is thus a soda?
- Yes.

These fifteen keywords are enabled a warning.

The person behind the ip address is a threat to the nation's security.

- Is this soda toxic?
- we do not know. Maybe.

The files are from the cold war in the 70's-

-when the Soviets lost the recipe. All involved are dead.

Executed.

What happens now?

You go to Sweden please contact the Swedish police in Malmköping.

Fortunately, we have access to their most experienced team.

- Now the bastards have it slammed for real!
- What then?

We'll get were visited. CIA.

The CIA? It is known the CIA?

Yes. It is well-known to the CIA.

Go to hell! What the hell do they want?

"We are the nation's ultimate line of defense."

"We succeed where no other success, we reach where no other can reach."

It's a bit of your mindset, Aronsson?

Wait to you get to see.

Look at Miriam. She can't drop the-

-and then she has still not drinking a whole bottle. Absolutely cod.

You would be able to give away small bottles with samples-

-so that people got hooked on it.

- Hello!
- A Swedish? Hello.

FÖHåt, Interfere with I now or...?

Yes, it depends on what you want.

I understand that you feel that way when I say it that way.

But it is so that I have a little surprise for you.

- Oh?
- And would like to talk with you. Undisturbed.

I live in this room-

-and where I have something that I think you would be happy.

Very happy, actually. And quite surprised.

But what do you want?

If you're in the mood for close encounters, so I'm not interested. And he doesn't either.

No, no, no, absolutely nothing like that. It is something completely different.

Shall we do this? Eat up in peace and quiet-

-and came over to my room. I bid on some drinks, so we take it from there.

- Drinks are good.
- Yes, the drinks are good.

<-P->- It is this room.
- Yes, you said it.

What good. Then, we have seen for a while.

Hey, hey.

We take a few drinks, even if he sounded a little squeaky.

He is my gammelfarbror. We are so worried.

He had with him a monkey. You must have seen him.

Okay...

The whole family are looking certain for him.

Now will soon master it. So.

But you shall not eat of it here. It is dog food, you know.

Or food for our self, or what to say.

So there.

Perfect. Then we'll see here...

No, so where you can't do that.

Now you can... Sharpening!

So there. It was not okay, your Iilla asshole.

Don't hold on so where.

Look, hey. Drop now. Drop now!

Fucking miffo, drop it, damn it! Ööh!

Just have a drink.

Yes. Or two.

No, a.

Look, Erlander! You jump everywhere, you.

Eggs NW

What good!

Hello?

Be wise if he has something to you, Erlander, to drink.

Oh well...

- Is he...?
- Yes.

The one where he has a teacher to death in record time.

Yes, he won't have a hangover tomorrow morning in any case.

It was a fucking surprise he gave me.

<-P->- Go to' man.
- Die' man.

Now, hell, it's full of gas. Now we drive, Berlin next!

- I hang up here.
- Look, what do you do?

- Well, they must surely clean up. <-P->- It should be red.

You've come to Håkan who unfortunately can't answer right now. Have a great day!

What happens? What do you do? They are on the way to Berlin. We need to follow.

Call me as soon as you can!

He has the tickets.

Hi, three tickets for Berlin. I take all of them. Thank you.

, Should not Erlander have the ticket?
- No, he is travelling as pets, you know.

- Excuse me... Where would they?
- To Berlin.

Thanks for the help then. Amazing.

- You, do you speak English?
- No.

Keep track of apekatten now, Allan, for now there should not be any more stops.

Keep track of yourself, you.

Here it is.

But what the hell?

I think in all cases stop in the me something.

Now again? Do you have tapeworm?

Grog, maybe. Do you think they have it here?

In Russia? Well, it'll probably fan go to scrounge up.

The pike would like to have one of those split. Päronsplitt with pictures.

Yes!

What is happening here?

Hi...

I just wanted to put up my bag there.

Why not there? There is plenty of room.

Sorry. No problem. There I saw not.

Allan. Hello.

Hello. Stina.

We are on the way to Berlin.

We shall bathe.

It's...

...a very long journey.

I'll also to Berlin.

- now, Tell me, not everything, Allan. <-P->- It would probably take a bit long time, it.

I mean with the recipe. You wont loose with shut up and babble on.

- Oh Really? <-P->- It's our little hemlis.

Thirsty?

Thanks...

- Yes, cheers!
- Cheers

Hell, too.

Is it he?

It seems so.

Hi...

- Sorry... Glenn Aronsson.
- No problem.

Good morning. Rebecca Norris. We are investigators from the CIA.

The CIA, yes... I am also a police officer.

There is no one here to-day, it is closed.

It is...squeeze the day.

Squeeze day?

Klämdag.

The alarm!

Excuse me, Aronsson, is this...

It is this network? "The police"?

Yes, but try Little Napoli's wifi instead.

It is much better. Faster.

The password is "Bussola" with a capital "B" and two

Hey, hey. Good morning.

- Roland Magnusson, stationsbefäl.
- Rebecca Norris.

Seth Gordon, the CIA inspector. Nice.

- Why in the hell they called you first?
- I do not know.

Shit the same.

So nice... Why are you in our Iilla city?

First of all... Who is our contact here?

You work with me. Maybe a little with the Aronsson also.

We have a tystnadsförbindelse that we need to get to sign it first.

If your legal department need to review the...

No, I understand exactly. Where we write on?

You are committed to the total silence concerning all information in the case-

-and must not talk to anyone about it, in parts or as a whole.

Yes box.

Otherwise you risk to be sentenced to 200 years imprisonment in american courts.

- Hey.
- Hi.

<-P->- It was an alarm here. Who are you?
- I forgot the code, but it is solved now.

I have to get a leg on you. I must have it.

But stop, dammit! Stick! We are police officers. I'm chief of police here.

They are also police officers. From America.

Go. You skämmerju for the hell out of us here.

I must still have the leg.

Call the police, then. So we will reply on the where the phone.

Are you in it? To wake up with you!

Wasted, I say. Wake up!

I am writing a report on it here.

What was that?

No. Just a loser to B-cop.

It is probably best that you just talk with Aronsson, by the way.

I still have it fully up. Unfortunately.

But keep me posted.

Without going into any details.

Or the whole for the part.

Nothing at all. Goodbye.

Do you need a pen?

Good morning.

Yes, yes.

Allan?

Allan!

Allan!

Wow, damn how many games you have.

- AIIan, are you there?
- Yes, yes, yes.

Quiet, I'm making my going to the bathroom.

- Will the monkey take a dump also?
- A Little. We'll see.

I have to piss.

U rsä kta.

The pike...?

- What are you doing here?
- Wait.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Play a game.

I don't. Where is Karlsson and the money?

- What money?
-50 million!

Quickly.

- Where the hell are they?
- Drop the gun!

5läPD the gun! Drop it!

Come on now!

They shoot!

Allan!

Bastards!

Come now, damn it!

What the hell is going on?

He was very angry. He wanted to have 50 million, he said.

-50 million?
- Who the hell was it, then?

I don't know.

The crap in it. He may ask on the train if he is going to have so much money.

- Demons... Erlander pillow.
- oh my God, the crap in it!

- But the bags, fan...
- We must away from here!

I put me back there.

A little bit of luck you should have, as the old man said.

- Please!!! Don't leave me here!
- No, but then you get to jump into.

- But hell, she is going with?
- She gets the place.

Hell, how hot it is. We must not forget to buy a drink.

So you understand Swedish, you?

Yes. A little bit.

A little?

Sorry.

I was going to say it before, already in the train-

-but it was so weird situation, so I said nothing.

Forgive so much. I am ashamed lots. Sorry.

- Is there anything more you forgot to tell us?
- no, No.

- What will you do in Berlin?
- Meet my therapist.

- Trapeze?
- No, the therapist. Psychologist.

- Oh, so you go on therapy?
- Yes, exactly.

So you are a bit so-so ko-ko?

No, it...I...

Sometimes, I get a little angry, and a little lose control.

What fun. I would like to see.

Is there anything special you are angry at?

A man. A person.

What is it with him, then?

He has deceived me, he has destroyed my whole life. He blew my mind!

- What good that you're angry at him.
- Yes, perhaps it.

Brezhnev, he could get angry.

Not the least of Nixon, the small retstickan.

We take a step toward open and peaceful relations between our countries.

- EIIer how, Leo?
- J0.

Janet?

There is a rumor about a secret paragraph in the agreement that are not directly military colony.

Yes... We have spent a lot of time a part of the agreement...

Leo has been very generous.

This is very close to his heart.

He has agreed to never release the-

-a sequel to "Rocking the Balalaika".

I felt it on me! I did!

I never would have had something to do with this story to make!

How could you persuade me? Fuck you!

I'm sorry, comrade general secretary.

Are you sad?!

You have disgraced me out completely!

Go to hell!

You must go immediately. Here is the passport and the ticket.

I will also. I go with Allan as soon as I can.

- you Promise it?
- So clear.

We have seen in Sweden.

If something would happen to me, give Allan Karlsson Iäskreceptet to you.

Your future depends on him. It understands you, or how?

I am so sorry that nothing was as I had wanted.

S°. aJam

I love you.

You...

What you sweat. Have you had malaria?

Quiet. We are almost there.

Allan... the Elbow is sitting near, yet you could not bite into it.

Step out of the car!

Try, my friend.

I harju told you to step out!

Goddammit, what acid they were, then.

Huh ?

Give it to K...

To whom?

K...

It was a little hot on the ears therein the car and difficult to understand who he meant.

Comrade Brezhnev? Kissinger? Castro?

Matti felt like a long shot.

You, Allan. Allan!

Hello!

Allan! You!

Hello! You!

Huh? Suit you. What the hell are you doing?

- We are ahead of the game.
- Huh?

In Berlin. Should we not just pull the patch and releasing it here?

<-S -> Patch?
- Yes, she. Psykfallet.

- Yes...
- I have a bad premonition.

Why are she for us?

<-S -> Something fishy is there. <-P->- do you Believe it?

- Good morning. Have you slept well?
- No.

Where are you going now, then?

Nowhere. Can I stay with you?

No, no, no, no.

- Yes, it is probably fine, it.
- Give up now!

Well it's nice to have a little youth in the car?

Gubbjävel.

- Thanks! Coffee? Cheese sandwich?
- Yes, damn it.

No, now we are going up to Amanda.

Amanda?

Goodbye. Hey, hey.

Benny, darling!

You can not swing past the old people's home in Malmköping?

Allan may have left some small swig Folksoda there.

- Absolutely, I do.
- Thank You.

- Have it good.
- Hey!

Was hid it somewhere? Do you remember it?

Yes! yes! la

I Ia it in...it was one of those...

- A cigar box?
- Yes. Or no. Or, well.

- though it was in a Iönnfack.
- A Iönnfack?

Yes. Or...

...in a shelf.

Oh well?

Behind... Hell, you, behind the...

...something.

Amanda!

Amanda!

Allan! As handsome as always.

You keep yourself in shape, I see!

And you have not thrown the gun in the lake, you either.

What fun! It is not often that I have men on the visit.

- I named Amanda.
- Julius.

Honestly it will be not so many ladyvisit either.

You may remember that Allan, you called about a cigar box?

Yes, I have been searching a little bit.

It is good if we look around a bit? Is it okay?

Yes, of course!

Yes, feel free.

Allan! Allan...

Do you recognize yourself?

Yes...

A bit vague...

Foggy.

This is Herberts?

Yes, that's right.

The couple Amanda and Herbert Einstein, the spat is not in the glass directly.

And not in the barrel either.

Allan!

Should I post a letter?

Have a great trip...

No, I'm going nowhere.

You need a tattoo.

<-P->- do I Need to?
- Yes.

What do I do?

Weird type-

So strange...

You and I must have ended up in this bed sometime.

No, it is not possible.

- Is it not possible?
- No.

So far I have never climbed a woman.

You're kidding!

No...

Professor Lundborg kortslöt my tests with marbles.

- Yes.
- So you feel nothing anymore?

Yes...the wheat the hell.

Really not?

Hell, what stuff!

- I have already checked there. _Jar yes: .jar yes'

Well...

Oh Ia Ia.

Yes, yes...0h.

What is it in there?

- Lönnfacket?
- I do not know.

I will ask Allan.

Hello to you.

What did he say?

Yes, you... He said...

He said...

lilllhej...

The old man forgetting you never. He asked for it, you may believe.

He kartade out through the window without thinking about someone other than himself. Yikes!

- very boring to hear.
- What do you think it was for me, then?

Standing here with the cake. Journalists and radiofolk all the way from the Sjuhärad.

Oh my god, I was ashamed as a red pig!

It sounds absolutely terrible.

I get it... Sorry, I ask so much of an excuse, really.

Swallow !

- well you didn't apologize for.
- No...sorry.

Swallow !

- But what do you want?
- Well, I...

Swallow !

I wonder... Things that were iAIIans room when he lived here-

-they exist, or have you tossed them?

It is well clear that we do not throw out to eachother's things!

<-P->- do you Think I'm gone in the head?
- Sorry.

Here we have a lot of shit, may you believe.

Here it is.

The Allans. The Allans. The Allans. It is his, and this agency also.

And now I'm thinking I take a coffee break.

I'm not going to take everything. I am looking for a specific thing.

- What the "specific thing"?
- Yes...some soft drinks.

Has he sent you to fetch the drinks? Never heard of her stingy old man!

It is very special. A Russian soft drink called Folksoda.

Do you think I care? Take with you all of it!

- I do not believe everything fit in my car. <-S -> -.

Extinguish the fire and close when you go.

Nope.

Now the bastards you get, your fucking benrangel!

We have a criminal here in spruce grove which is responsible for almost all crimes.

He is called the Onion.

"The Onion". An ugly fish.

"Ugly fish?" He is ugly, do you mean?

No, not in your face.

More as a person.

He actually looks good.

Fish or not, this is bigger than that.

- you Need to answer?
- no, No...

There is a crazy woman... Not to me.

Maybe we should put our phones on the Ijudlöst.

Yeah, sure.

Sister Alice this Workshop. Send hit someone, for now, things happen here.

One by the name of Benny has downloaded stuff to Allan Karlsson. Folksoda, " he said.

But now I saw that he had dynamite! And it has been here at home.

The old ones could have flown in the air!

They are old, but should not have to die that way.

You, there is something fucking hole here behind.

What happens?

Huh...?

Huh? Hey, hey.

- Benny! Got you with anything from Allan?
- Yes.

Did you find someone Folksoda?

No...I did not.

But I found a lot of great barnsäkerhetsgrejer in a shop.

I found one of those here. A trapping device.

And so, I thought of this retirement to the baby.

It's early, but it can be good anyway.

What is this?

Dynamite.

It is AIIans.

Are you sick in the head?! Why take it here?

- I was forced.
- those Kind of things do you say no to.

No danger, it can not explode by itself. It, nothing happens.

Miriam...

- What are you doing? Are you not wise?
- In English, thank you.

- You killed me, almost with the bayonet!
- Sorry. It was an accident.

Accident?!

Hans, I'm sorry! Did the we you?

Disturbed? There is a hole in my wall!

Hello! How are you?

Allan, this is His. He lives on the other side.

- Huh?
- Where you lived once upon a time.

Oh, he bori my old part, then.

- Then it maybe where it is.
- Yes, so it can be.

Hello! My wall, then?

I'll fix it.

Quiet, just.

I was upset, sorry.

No, it is me who should apologize. I'll clean up, and put up...something.

- But that's not right... <-P->- It is only temporary.

Be careful.

Give me a moment only.

Nice apartment. I want to watch!

Yes, it is fine. Wait a bit...

- What the hell...?
- Look, you with.

Wow, what a nice disc! Are they old?

- First Edition.
- And this?

Burn you at home?

- Is this old?
- Yes, actually quite old.

I do not quite understand.

Brandy. Snaps.

No, just coffee.

This is just crap.

Spiralbrännare. They are good.

They take away finkelsmaken.

Finkel, it tastes just crap.

There is a coffee maker. I use beans from Ethiopia and Ghana.

It gets very good.

What the hell...

Inside the there.

- I'm sorry, there are no more.
- no, No.

Yes, yes.

Inside I hid things when I was a double agent.

- Double Agent?
- Yes.

Do you have something to cut with?

A knife.

Stina...

I tr0r...hell, here it is.

A Iönnfack?

Here, now the bastards...

What is it?

What is the something?

- What is it? Is that it?

My cigar box.

- can I watch?
- Yes.

- I say to Julius that we should go now.
- Yes, yes.

- Hello.
- Hi.

But what the hell... Have you found it?

Yeah, sure.

Now the bastards, you! Open it, Allan.

- Look. Here is the.
- Cigars?

- What the hell...?
- Yes, you become a little hungry.

Where is the recipe?

No, damn it, it's probably in the other box.

- Is it the wrong box?
- Not if you want a good cigar.

- if you run with me?
- this is quality, man.

- Is it gone?!
- No, it is in the other box. Don't cry.

"Other Iådan"! Is it a box?

Where is it, then?

Malmköping.

Dare to throw away all the crap now.

Yes, I save only the most important.

What we need to do now is: 1) Check where the ip address is.

2) Check Allan Karlsson.

He is f.d. agent with links to the case.

He is from spruce grove, as well as the ip address, can not be a coincidence.

Aronsson... are you keeping up?

- Yes, yes... the Ip address is no problem.
- let's get started Then.

Excuse me... Ten minutes left of the Iunchrasten.

These are the rules. Nothing I can do about it.

Here we have it.

So...

The computer, is the...

Is it in the clubhouse?

Wanted you to go to the address of a computer?

Yes.

Oh well...

I can drive you there.

Yes, yes. God, what is good.

Yes, okay. Hello.

Hell...

- Who was it?
- Police.

- Huh?
- Yes...the CIA will be here tomorrow, apparently.

The CIA? Why then?

Yes...no idea.

Benny, calm down. We have not done anything.

- EIIer? <-S -> No...No.

Yes, it is this money from Bali.

The varju not completely legal.

You have never said anything to me.

I thought that you knew that they were a little småstulna.

- How should I be able to make it?
- I do not know. I...

I thought, well, you took it, it was so much money-

-and we were so irresponsible with them, and did fun stuff all the time.

I was going to tell you several times, but then we had it so good all the time...

Now perhaps it is more important to think of a better place to hide the money.

The freezer is the first place you look at, or how?

The thing is that I have studied vittnespsykologi.

I know what överjävliga interrogation techniques of the CIA.

You have to have a damn good strategy if you are going to manage at all.

Find not on a few stories, for what it is you stand in Guantánamo.

No! No, we shall not find in the stories.

But...maybe it is so that...

...that they suspect us of something...

In such cases, we say nothing. We simply ask for a lawyer.

Okay?

<-S -> -... <- P->- do you Want some coffee?

- No, thank you.
- Some coffee, sir?

- No, thank you.
- Vindruv0r? Cakes?

No, it is a good thing.

We want to ask you a few questions if it goes well.

Sure.

First, we want to know...

I'll tell you everything. It was Allan. He is my friend.

- I voted in favour of the communists in 1994.
- Reassure you.

Oh my god...

Sorry, Miriam. I have a little småpanik.

Damn, now slender it out shut up on me. The Fan also.

It's okay.

Forgive so much.

Are you okay? Take a breath.

- Shall we try again? From the very beginning?
- Yes, from the beginning.

At home! But it is several years late.

How do you know that you got with you the box of cigars is there?

I had it in a drawer, that I remember clearly.

How can you know that they don't have tossed it, then?

I can't. Well I'm no fucking spåkärring either.

Wake up!!!

Yes!

My money, your geriatric psycho!

Now you are mine, your inkontinente bastard!

We have no information about the mental disorder, but he has not all the horses at home.

We can interrogate him further...

The only thing we Thecontent get out of him is more vomit.

We may hope that Allan Karlsson is a little more cooperative.

<-S -> would you like To talk with Allan Karlsson?
- Absolutely.

- Are you sure of that?
- Yes, hurså?

Well, we...

He...

...went up in smoke in the last year.

Well, he took himself out of the window at the old people's home-

-and disappeared.

- Wait a bit. And what do you say now?
- Yes, I say this now, yes.

Okay. Just drive us there.

Sure.

Allan, add on a strap now.

<-P->- It is the Ia here it is?
- Yes, yes.

Came again.

And this crap you should rely on.

,Hi - _Hej-

Excuse me, is she single?

Yes, I think so. How so?

Allan, tightening! You can't start gluing now.

Excuse me, lady. Go back to sleep, if possible.

There may be almonds in both spritskransarna and brysselkexen.

What should I say then? "Are you almond-allergic?"

Stop it now!

- Come on now.
- We need to have the keys.

Nut-allergic? "Are you nut-allergic?"

Yes, of course I have to have some swollen american here.

Shit the same. Maybe I should remove them.

This is very good.

Had/family da-da, um-pa-pa, the ump should not make

<-P->- Go in and wait, I have to park.
- No problem.

What idiocy-ti-ti

I have myself to blame, even if...

Add of!

But stop, then!

Uh!

Here! Here you see, here.

- Hell, what rubbish!
- Yes.

"Allan Karlsson." This is the ransacking!

- AIIan?
- Eskil!

Hello, your old rövahål!

Oh, you're down here and snakes around as usual.

- are you Going to blow up?
- No.

You, do you know where my pinaler who was here has gone somewhere?

It was a tall, bald guy here the other day and downloaded them.

- Downloaded?! What in the hell are you saying?
- Who the hell was it, then?

A really miffo! He dropped half of the stuff right down the hill.

You, it seems to be Benny who was here.

You are welcome. A cake to be?

No, thank you.

Nähä. Cake to be?

Will you remember...

I will be happy to take a radiokaka. A hallongrotta also.

I baked them in the morning.

Excuse me...

Do you remember if Allan had a few foreign visitors?

- What does he say?
- Have you seen some suspicious alien?

- What, then, is he a racist or what? <-P -> No, it thinki do not.

Why would a foreigner be required?

Excuse me... What did she say?

She doesn't like your question.

She wonder if you like all of the people.

If I like all of the people? No, I can't say.

No, she mean... Like you...

...all kinds of people? White, brown, yellow...

- she Calls me a racist? Is she crazy?
- Yes, she is tokkärringen.

Huh? What do you say now?

Don't you think I know what "crazy lady" mean? Do you think I'm stupid in the head?

<-P->- It was a polisterm.
- Get and believe that you are something!

I know what I'm talking about, you should know.

Hey... maybe We just should go on.

Thus...

Move on the därjäveln.

Benny, answer, then!

<-P->- It is cozy here.
- Mm.

It is truly magical, the northern lights.

But should it not be hot in hot tubs?

Jo. Well, it should.

I can fix it.

I'll just...

<-P->- It's probably just us here.
- I am thinking if there will be a customer.

It does not make it.

<-P->- It will to someone!
- Huh?

I was just joking.

- What fun.
- You can be funny.

- nice running!
- Stop, Miriam.

Komsi, komsi.

- let me know if it gets too hot just.
- Mm, you are sizzling hot.

- Bennyi
- Hejl

- Are you at home?
- We're a little smånakna here...

When you downloaded the allan's stuff, did you find some cigar box?

Can't you give me a towel?

A small cigar box.

- Here we'll go for a swim, huh?
- Yes, here we can swim.

- A cigar box? Was it important?
- Where the hell is it?!

It burns down there.

Damn!

Nooo!

For faaan! Beware!

Yes, watch. There you have it. Folksodareceptet.

Is it true?

We had it?

Yes!

Is it safe?

Left Allan left some belongings here?

Possessions?

- What does he say?
- Left the Allan stuff here?

- Them the Benny.
- Was Benny here?

I told you on the answering machine that Benny was here.

What you have to when you not listening? Benny picked allan's things.

- And then he asked after Folksoda.
- Folksoda?

You said "Folksoda"?

I see the car!

<-P->- do you See it?
- Yes!

Wait!

I like that fucking hold. I got so fucking fat biscuits. Fucking butter!

Sno, your Iatmask!

I have the hold!

- Then we'll see.
- Here I come with a cord.

- I thought a mikroläsare was small. <-P->- It is that which is small.

No, now you get to jump down.

May you invite for a cup of tea? Name Stina?

Kristina. You can call me Stina.

<-P->- do you Have someone in bed?
- Yes, you can well put you on our bed.

May you in time it's where the gizmo sometime!

Yes, yes, it is not just... It is a bit meckig, the here.

- get on it! <-P->- It should be there.

- Should it not shine and stuff?
- J0...

And so, up with this just.

<-P->- It is pitch black.
- No, the hell. The lamp.

- Jaa!
- Yes, look.

Now it was some stopper.

- But don't stand there. Where is the fuse box? <-P->- It is just here, on the back.

Ooh!

What is it? Way you up!

No, too much evil. Slow down a bit.

It is like giving birth to children.

The car behind us with Polish plates, who could it be?

Perhaps workers.

They pick berries in the woods.

Oh, hell! Aj...

This is no berry pickers.

<-P->- do you Have another stopper?
- Only 6 amps.

- Shit in it. Stop in the only.
- No, it is 10 amps which have gone.

Yes, the bastards...

The elbow sits near, yet you could not bite into it.

It was a long time since you heard that expression.

Yes, the bastards...

Yes, fan...

I thought I...

...I recognized you.

It...

It is you who is...

<-P->- It is you who is K.
- K?

Popovs daughter. Kristina.

He gave me the recipe and said, "Give this to K."

Yes, then he had not so much longer before he died in front of me.

So it is you that is the K, or how?

Me.

Oh well. Then it is you who should have this recipe.

- Oops... Oh well, yes.
- Thanks!

Easy. Wow.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry that it took so long time, but there was some things in between.

Watch. Now we have the cream here also.

- I can take it?
- Oh? Sure, take the one you.

So there. We close the lid only.

Hello! Where will you go?

<-P->- It is her.
- Her? What are you talking about?

Where are you going with the recipe?

<-P->- It is Popovs daughter.
- Pop0vs...?

It is she who is K. I didn't think of it sooner.

- What do you mean?! <-P->- It is her recipe.

What is the address here? To the taxi.

Just tell grillserveringen at Nedlingen.

What the hell is this?

It is someone who's running that damn bad in all cases.

- Drop the gun!
- We are from the CIA.

- I'm from south London, so no!
- Quiet...

Nobody moves!

He is angry, the where.

Show me your weapons! Good boy. Throw the.

- And now you...
- I will.

Give me your gun.

I have no. It is left in "the repositories". Sorry.

I put it over here. You see?

Stand still!

- Take it easy.
- Quiet!

He is sockersjuk?

Quiet and still... Good.

Quiet.

This is a grenade! If someone does something stupid, blasts you in the air!

Explosion? Nice. It was a long time ago.

Gubbjävel, speak English!

Shut up, Allan.

The question is... Where the hell is the money?

- They are in the outhouse.
- Stop! Stand still!

- Are you pregnant?
- I?

- No, the other tjockisen... Yes, you!
- Yes.

- Good. You download them! <-P->- Do as he says.

Fast, download my money! Sno on!

- Benny, where is the money?
- the Top shelf to the left.

Speak English, dammit!

"Top shelf?" It is the input.

It's the shelf with "the kubbspelet".

- Where the hell is kubbspelet, then?
- Above the GB-man.

Sorry, it is so messy there. I should clean more often.

Hurry up!

- this is everything.
- Just Monopolpengar!

It is all that is left?

- if you run with me?
- No.

Where is my money?

Take this. It is worth a lot more.

It is worth millions of dollars. It is Folksodareceptet.

Where is the...

stand still!

<-P->- It is you.
- Yes. It is I.

Yes, damned!

I knew the hell it was you from the beginning!

"I can reach...there is no reach".

Yes, I can. Yes, I can.

<-S -> Hit with the money, dammit!
- What money?

Last chance...

Take cover!

Hell!!! Grenade!

Help me!

Herrejävlar, which fetasmäll!

All runs away!

Yes, the bastards. Now it starts to get homely here. Cozy.

- Have you found the recipe and produce?
- Yes, and ruined it.

- Good. Some suspects?
- A collection of very unusual suspects.

A 101-year-old man and a few other odd types.

But we got the right man.

An international criminal with a huge amount of records.

The chief suspect pointed him out as a leader before he died.

- Bring him here.
- We are on the way.

Radio Flen!

When he is finally in the studio, today's hero:

Po/iskommissarie Glenn Aronsson.

Can you tell me what happened in the night?

I know everything, but I have a duty of confidentiality.

American police is said to have been involved. CIA. Do you have anything to say about it?

- You're nodding, I see.
- Absolutely not.

Do not say that I am sitting and nodding.

Hey, Strindberg?

You should not with and jump in the barrel? Swim a little.

Yes, yes. Worse than this can not be.

Well, it can the fan be. But it does not hurt to swim.

Come on now, surgubbe!

Well it's not too hot in the water? Förjag do not want to have the bloody hot dog.

But stop, Allan! What have you in rob?

Have you never seen a naked karl?

It stårju something in Russian. Have you tattooed yourself in rob?

- Hell, Allan!
- What is it that happens?

Allan has the whole secret in ändalykten!

- Huh? <-P->- It was as he said.

He sat on the recipe!

- if you run with me?
- No, damn it!

Driver, no. Hell, I had just forgotten about it.

It felt as if the whole of Copenhagen, the tivoli gardens had been pressed behind the pannbenet.

I remember that the tattoo artist thought I would choose something motif-

-that no one else had.

- AIIan.
- Huh? Yes.

Can you not... Can you take?

- you Should not have it back here?
- I thought to take a card.

Hold him firmly under her bottom as I showed.

Lill-AIIan.

Okay, look here now.

Now.

Perfect.

Hear ye, we have received cards from the Pike.

He wants to announce that he will really enjoy it.

"Also, I've gotten a new, nice overall. An orange is nice."

Hadelatten da-da, um-pa-pa, the ump May not do, not good

But hear you, still? Now you may put off! We actually have a child here.

Um, let them. It should be started in time.

Now, there must have been something.

But it is something that is taken.

- Could it be the temperature?
- I do not know.

You can of course Russian.

How is it going? There will be some Folksoda?

Check the batteries. It is bad fjös in the batteries.

Your ass is so wrinkled, so it is almost impossible to read.

Guys, stop with that now. Come and eat in instead.

- How's it going with Folksoda-recipe? <-P->- It is near.

What is it with you? Are you sotis now?

Nope.

- maybe It is too bad temperature.
- no, No.

You don't believe it?

It looks to pull together itself to a bit of flash and thunder.

Are you prepared for it, Lill-Allan?

Yes, it is as it is and becomes as it gets.

Translation & Subtitle by
Maria Kapla, Niklas Hellgren, Ulrika Jansson Båving

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