All language subtitles for 491 (Vilgot Sjöman, 1964).english

From a novel by Lars Görling
Director Vilgot Sjöman

A minute ago
I spoke to our inspector.

He's not happy with your attitude.

I wonder, can you imagine the amount
of effort and money we've put into this?

This isn't a kind of police
interrogation if that's what you think.

You are to be enlisted
in a control group.

It won't be easy
to enroll Nisse to science, inspector.

I don't think he really understands
the importance we put on this survey.

Oh, you do, don't you Nisse?

Not a single word you utter within these
walls will ever get to the police.

This is a scientific survey;

purely scientific.

If you should find a question too awkward,
you can deny to answer it. You know that.

We have a purpose, Nisse,
to create new and better treatments.

To prevent boys like you
from getting into the police records.

In helping us you're helping yourself.

And at the same time you help us
to develop the society one step.

The other guys might not realize that.
But you do!

A boy with an energy
and an initiative like yours...

No, it'd be a loss to let such qualities
be worn down behind bars.

How is life upstairs?

Yes, it's a bit basic,
but the best we had on hand.

Are you getting along
with the other boys?

Well then.
I'll leave you now.

Don't forget this is to your
own decision, Nisse.

Totally to your own decision.

No one in "The Objectivity" would
ever dream of compelling you to join.

My own decision? Had I not accepted
I'd been handed over to the cops.

I had no options!

Egon had to face the same choice
and four of the others.

Well, we all work in different fields...
pinching cars, blowing safes,

shop-lifting, living with whores.

Now we're all put together in a worn-down
house on Master Samuel Street.

For a psychological survey
to a purpose we knew nothing about.

More than we had to be at "The Objectivity"
for tests every morning.

THE OBJECTIVITY JUVENILE PENSION

Doesn't anyone here have one single
buck to spare?

Shit, they're forcing us
to break up everything!

- No fags, no movies, not a shit!
- You have at least a nice bed. - A bed!

I have my quarters in Hogdalen.
It's good enough for me!

They took it from me!
Hell, then at least I had some money.

Krister is coming.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Were you late too?

Follow me and let's see
if we can make some kind of arrangement.

- Did you visit "The Objectivity" today?
- Did you go to college here?

- Nowadays it's called "university".
- Bought this newly?

Yes. I'm curious of that one.

"Semantics".
Do you know of that?

Semantics claims that most differences
of opinions do not really exist.

It's a matter of linguistic.

Many a conflict is due to the fact that
spoken language is such a blunt tool.

- Well.
- There's a point in that.

- Have you thoughts about
the university yourself? - No.

You've made a start already.

'A start', for being here one term?

Well... how was "The Objectivity" today?

I don't want to appear repetitive,
but in fact...

I've told you many times.

So... do you know what day it is?

Friday, payday-

Payment. Gifts of grace.
Bloody charity.

Be grateful. It's better than nothing.

What a bloody mess.
How the hell can you live like this?

Keep your position in mind.
You are everyone's voice here.

You cannot bloody live like this.

Easy now, I haven't settled down yet.

When the new furniture will arrive,
and I'll have the time for my studies...

- In this mess.
- You heard.

It'll all be here within some days. They
promised the curtains will be here tomorrow.

Egon, Egon, please calm down!

Splinted wood for you.

Speaking of cleaning up,
you owe me two bucks, and so do you.

- I conned you. - You're conned yourself.
Who did you think cleaned up your quarters?

Kiss my ass!

What's the matter with you?

Please, hold up, will you.

- Pyret, is this really necessary?
- Every darn piece of shit.

Kick that hell of a box off my sight!

He's sick in the head.

- Soiling everything in his way.
- What did he do to you?

That's not the question. Soiling
everything. What about payment?

Shouldn't we make the best out
of this situation?

- Egon, nothing will be better...
- Whatever, I will smash the other box too.

Where's Butcher?

- I can sign on his behalf. - Don't let
yourself be tricked by him, Krister.

"Tricked"? Don't you think I'll give him
the money?

All of us aren't a rotten egg like you.
Bloody bastard!

Ten bucks a week!
To hell with it.

Ten bucks a week to the guinea pigs.

That's quite a lot for a guinea pig
if it doesn't smoke.

So go on use your snuff!
You can afford that, you bastard.

Pyret is a Sleepwalker from time
to time, and talks in his sleep.

Egon sleeps like a ball.

If he was awakened too abruptly, his arms
bounced fiercely in all directions.

With force.

Jingis sleeps on a rubber sheet.
He's a bed wetter.

He use to piss either in the morning
or directly after he falls asleep.

That darn old hag.

When she makes cocoa
it barely fills an egg-cup each...

And tomorrow we'll have turnips
with stewed concrete.

Get your pissed sheets out of here.

I could do some scratching
in the box of the old hag.

She's the boss, isn't she?
She should be removed.

She?
The whole bloody "Objectivity".

We could do well on our own.
Krister and we.

And start a kind of labour union.

We have a chairman.

Not at all a bad idea.

Chairman of "United Thieves Union"
with a salary.

Really... Where do we keep the funds?
In the vault of The National Bank?

Well, don't you trust me?

Do you think I'd run off
with the loot?

We must have four cashiers, constantly watching
each other; grumpy, mistrusting blokes.

Two locks and two safes.

Two vaults and two of everything to
prevent every single bastard from entering.

Look at those poor,
bloody blue collars.

Bloody blue collars!

They are as good robbers as we are

only they don't call it stealing.

They call it "fringe benefits", "borrowing"
and bloody other names.

And drunken driving. Could that be a habit?
Some boozing every now and then. So what?

What's the worst, get your car and
some money stolen

- or get a year for drunken driving?
- Or get juvenile reformatory.

A bloody car they'll get back
in a couple of hours,

money they don't honestly own.

Do you believe in God, Krister?
I do.

Be careful with "Godly"!

When he's hungry he roams the streets
and eats your kind.

Nisse!

Well, social developing merely tiptoes.

Our ability to take care of each other

does not develop in the same rate
as technology and standards.

Nisse. Nisse!
Eh... leave that door, please.

Come, take pan
in our conversation instead.

I do see your uneasiness.

It's tragic that some people must suffer

due to this long-winded development.

They didn't care! They didn't do a bloody thing
to help me. But now I only wish to be left alone.

You speak of "The Objectivity",
and yet you've never been in their claws.

- My God, what have you done?
- Don't you stand the sight of blood?

Are you grinding mincemeat?

You scumbag, can't you see
the guy's wrecked himself?

Wrecked himself?
It's self-inflicted.

You complain of injustice,
told by others.

- Then you judge yourselves the hardest.
- That's our business, isn't it?

Who's complaining did you say?

Fish, go and get the first aid kit.
Hurry, please.

I made complaints
to point at the inequities.

Take it easy.
They love to whine.

- Who do you mean? Who's whining did you say?
- Whine yourself.

You puny, bloody,
shitty, rotten louse.

Stop this, Egon! Please.

Egon!

This was so very unnecessary.

Should I have let him use his knife?

Shall I just be standing here
and take all...

You know him. You didn't have to be
that brutal.

Bloody socialist, bloody ass,

bloody inspector, bloody superintendent,
bloody Djurgarden-fan!

And I shall take all this?
He started!

Bloody chief editor, bloody clerk,

bloody custom officer, bloody criminal
inspector, bloody assistant secretary!

My father is
a principal assistant secretary.

My old man's brain was so rotten
that he even had to rape my mom.

He had to fuck her for three weeks
before he could lit his fireworks.

And she was howling all the time,
because he bloody hurt her.

His dick was as large
as a horse's dick.

MY gosh!

If my father got to know that I'd done
such a bad thing, he'd hated me.

...because she got syphilis,
and when I came

it took three weeks
because it was so darn hot.

Then she howled because my old man
wouldn't leave her alone.

She was so tight, that I had to creep out
through her ass hole.

It made no difference to your ol' man
when you'd arrived.

Bony bitch.

Your whore of a mother,
had to beg for a lay,

When she didn't get it,

she ran to the Monkeys at the Zoo.
She found a half-witted ape and raped him...

Your father!
Strange, isn't it?

Don't puke in here!

Do your puking in the bathroom!

If you think we'll wipe up,
you're dead wrong.

Lick it up yourself!
You bloody runt!

- Egon!
- You dumb-ass!

If you cannot stop fighting,
you'll end up at the hospital.

Jingis, come on!

- Shall we...?
- No.

- Something fishy about this.
- What?

Why does he keep it locked?

- I bet he's keeping a whore in there.
- Really? But how does she get fed?

If you want to make a key,
you must buy two or three blanks,

if you should file too much
on the first one.

The pan of a key you are filing
is called "the bit".

It could do with an imprint.

After some filing,
cover the bit with molten wax.

Then you turn the key in the lock,

to see where the key does not fit.
If it doesn't fit already, that is.

Well, I made a key...
for that door.

He had no right to hide things.

They feel betrayed, all the time,
by every person on every level.

There, there now. Take some advice
from an old colleague:

Pay heed not to identify yourself
too much with the objects we study.

What's the use if I cannot
identify myself with them?

Who else should put forward
their complaints?

They cannot!

Good. Good.
You keep your fangs sharp.

We need your ability to protest.

Our Swedish society would wither
away, if there were not

for younger people...
who could stand up for a cause.

Sometimes I dream about
a kind of Final Judgment.

Not of the judgment per se

but of enabling everyone
to see clearly

and of disabling the ability
to close your eyes.

And then a great silence...

so all ears could rest
from all explanations.

No investigations,

no denials.

Nothing.

No possibilities to escape,
to defend or to make excuses.

We have become so talented!

What are you doing in here?
How did you get in?

Who allowed you to...

Jingis!

Jingis! Stop!

Stop, Jingis!

Are you angry, Krister?

Not exactly angry but...

Come forth, Nisse.
Krister is not angry.

This grand piano belonged
to my mother.

- I was just playing a little.
- Go on playing, Jingis.

Krister is all happy if it's used,
and no longer kept hidden.

- It belonged to my mother, Nisse.
- Where is she?

I just played from memory.
I never touched the music sheets.

Well, Krister didn't know
that you play the piano.

This is nothing.
I can play much better.

Jingis. Jingis, please!

Do keep on playing, Jingis.

He doesn't mean it.

He wouldn't make you second
to his dead old mother.

Of course you can play it sometimes.
Occasionally.

Well, it never occurred to me.

I'm sorry.
It never came into my mind.

It's nice in here.

Maybe we should leave.

Or we could invite the others.

Maybe you don't want to?

Why did you never mention,

that you had a secret room,
so nice that we could not be invited?

You'd better have the key.

If so, I can make a new one.

Nisse.

I don't really feel
I've let your down,

by not mentioning this room.

Come on, Jingis.

Then I gave my opinion
of him, that bastard.

- Of course he boiled over.
- And the girl? What became of her?

She? She had no options.
I was the only one left.

What the heck. She had to pay me
for fucking that guy.

So I sent her in the street
to work and get some money for booze.

You bet we had a nice time.

It reminds me of that babe
I met in the Old City.

I remember an old lady
who tricked me into her flat.

I lived in the Kransen
some years ago,

and there also lived
this gorgeous babe.

One at a time please. I have time
for you all. Let Pyret continue.

Oh... What do I see?
The later the day, the better the guests.

Do join us. Here's space enough.
Do enter.

I was twelve; went to school.

There was this old hag
my mother used to talk to.

One day she invited me to her flat.

I had no second thoughts,
so I stepped in.

Well, I had noticed
her eager eyes on me sometimes;

and some fondling now and then.

So what?
She was an old lady for god's sake!

How old was she?

How should I know?
Well, around 30 years.

Anyhow, she said she could
mend my trousers.

No, it started with me
fixing a lamp for her.

What the hell,
I didn't strip off my trousers that easy.

Then she started this fondling thing.

Of course I got exited!
I had never done it before.

And?

Well, I had a pretty nice time.

She must have felt the same.
She was moaning and all that.

Then she never left me alone.
She was watching for me every day.

If I said I wasn't in the mood,
she gave me chocolate and stuff.

- Wasn't she married?
- She probably had been.

She and my mom used to talk about that.

Did your mom never find out?

Well, there were rumours.

Of course I denied it fiercely. But I
wasn't allowed to visit people any more.

And you obeyed
your mother of course?

She never left me alone! I hardly
dared to go home after school.

I know a similar girl.
Marie on Bastugatan Street.

I once met this hooker on Central Station.

I got her undressed and upon her bed.
When I screwed her,

she told me to take her from behind.

Then she grabbed a newspaper
and started reading the advertisements.

I was pissed, screwed her

and went home to sleep.

Listen to me!

I was waiting for the subway. I was
going to Stockholm from where we lived.

A girl came to me and said:
"You may if you want to".

Well. What did you answer?

It was bright noon.
Ouch, why are you pinching me?

Nobody is pinching anybody.

Yes, you did. I could feel it.
You did like this.

Ouch, I cut myself!
I got a wound.

Why did you do that? Why did you cut
that poor boy. He's done you no harm.

Let me have a look.

- Did you do this?
- Do what?

Jump on someone
of your own size instead!

Stand up when I'm talking to you!

Nisse!

- Did you do this to him?
- No.

I don't have to ask.
I saw it with my own eyes,

but I demand an answer!

Well?

- I know nothing.
- You "know nothing" of this?

Are you that disrespectful?
Do you deny it straight to my face?

Something that's evident!

Deliberate sadism is one of the most
repulsive acts ever.

I saw it with my own eyes.
Answer me!

He might have been cut by this.
I was fiddling with it.

- You pricked me with...
- Shut your mouth!

You do not order him
what to say or not.

- He lies.
- In this room there's only one liar.

- Believe what you wish.
- Watch your step, Nisse.

I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour.

- What happened?
- Bloody Nisse.

He cut Jingis' hand with a nail file.

This loony is totally brain-dead.
Lock him in for good!

Nisse.

He understood nothing.

Nobody understood.

How the hell can you sit here, as a
common laughing-stock?

You block-heads.

Don't you see he'll use
everything against you?

Do you think this survey
will last for ever?

Where will you end up
when this is over?

You'll go to Lovsta or Langanas or some
other bloody reformatory where you belong.

The blame is yours.

They'll send you to some forestry
in the Lappish hell of a wilderness.

You know very well
where you'll end up.

SORSBRO MENTAL CLINIC

To your comfort,
you'll be accompanied by Jingis.

Take good care of him
to combine business with pleasure.

That damn queer.

- Do you think he is?
- What?

- What you said.
- A queer?

Fucking yes!

- Do you mean we should...?
- I don't know if it's possible.

But if...

We would do a lot better.

Lots of cash, fancy clothes and...

But evidence?

Sneaking in with a camera,
taking some pics.

Who volunteers?

Now we'll listen to
Johan Fredrik Mellin Andersson

born on 4th of February 1911,

on several occasions sentenced
to imprisonment with labour for theft.

Yes, reverend, my sins in life are many.
I was indeed a sinner.

But now Jesus is my whole life.

That's the plain truth.
Now, adultery and wickedness is history.

Well, it's long ago. It was in summer 1947.
I do remember. I got six months.

I do long for the crown
but I wonder sometimes...

will we have any...

Do come in.

You belong here too.
Enter.

Heavenly...

Some good souls did I win for my God.

Thus even Jesus Christ
has made use of modern technology,

in the struggle against evilness.

This is a complicated device.

It's very expensive. You must
handle it with care,

not to let the delicate mechanism get
out of order.

Once I was as simple-minded
as Simon Peter,

when he asked his Teacher:

"Lord, what number of times
may my brother do wrong against me,

Till seven times?"

But as Jesus taught Simon Peter

He taught me at the same time, and said:

"| say not to you, till seven times;
but, till seventy times seven."

Seventy times seven

equals 490;

a high number and a big numeral.

490 times you can sin against Him

and yet be forgiven.

You have His word because He loves you.

But at the 491st...

Then the devil will shake you,
and your bodies will tremble.

All your arrogance will be gone,

and you must pray for mercy.

Jesus Christ has promised
to forgive you 490 times,

whatever you have done...
because those were his words.

But about the 491st time...
He has given no words.

None at all.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Well, thank you,
I enjoyed meeting the boys

and delivering The Message.
Once again, thank you.

We owe you thanks, reverend.

What a bloody jerk.

How could Krister
invite such an idiot?

...some good souls did I win for my God.

- I'll have one with sausage.
- Cheese.

Cut it out!

Well, get out and get a lay.

Sexually deprived, poor boy?

- That reverend.
- He's got himself a fat meal ticket.

He's not a greater saint than I am.

Close the door.

If we get it on tape, it's water proof.

He hasn't got a chance. We give him
a copy, and he'll know.

What did you get that day?

Eight Sedisonal...
six "P" and some Efinol.

- I was a bit dizzy.
- Bullshit.

- You begin to look old. A bit bald.
- Are you a beauty yourself?

- So you're out for hookers?
- Yes.

Show him how to do it.

Would the inspector like this?

Why not?
He's a member of the B-team.

This is his favourite tune.
He's been "dancing" many times.

- Maybe into your butt as well?
- No.

But if they'll queue up, I'll give a party.

What do I charge?

It'll be a difference
once you've married the inspector?

Hey, we'll arrange an engagement party.
Invite the inspector!

And when I felt that the inspector
was ready to pick... after a week,

I made Krister take us to the theatre.

"We need some culture", I said to him.

Krister was immediately carried away.

And the inspector was so moved,
that he promised to baby-sit...

for Pyret.

- When do I get my ten?
- You will, but I have no money.

- You promised me my money.
- I know but I have none.

- What the hell!
- Get a paddle of your own.

- Won't you come, Pyret?
- Hell no.

You'll regret it.

Ready boys? Hurry!

Stop playing.
Butcher!

Nisse?

Nisse!

In a second!

Jingis. Have you taken a bath?

Hurry Fish...

Fish!

Hurry, please.

It was the first time ever
I was at the theatre.

I didn't fancy it that much.

But I remember most of it.

It was the first time
for the others as well,

but for Jingis. He had been
at the opera as young boy.

He saw "Little Peter's Travel to the Moon".

This he shouted in the auditorium,
and made everyone stare at us.

They had already been staring at us,
so we felt a bit awkward.

Now to the play.

“Indra, Lord of the Heavens,
Hear us!“

“Unclean is the earth;“

"Evil is life;"

"Neither good nor bad
Can men be deemed."

Everything was exaggerated, unnatural.

I got lost in it.

I was embarrassed
and fidgeted on my seat.

They waved their arms with trembling voices,
and strolled back and forth.

Nothing of it was for real.

"Lies the fault then with them,"

Jingis alone liked it,

and of course Krister.

THE OBJECTIVITY JUVENILE PENSION

- Was it a flop?
- No. Why?

- You did it?
- What do you think?

Say it then!

- Which is the Play button?
- This one.

Ah, now I know.

Turn it down!

...equals 490;

a high number and a big numeral.

Turn that bloody thing off!

- You're jackass of an engineer.
- It wasn't my idea.

- We must do it again.
- Count me out.

I didn't get a cent
from that bloody queer!

Wait.

Who babbled? What now then?

Fuck you, you cannot kick me out
from my own quarters!

Egon!

Open the door!

Open the door!

It belongs to the revered, doesn't it?

So it was you.

You gave me your word!

It's a fine device.

What were your plans?

Nisse, please.
Do me a great favour, return it.

As a personal favour

and for your own sake.

Do it tomorrow.

Nisse, I promise
this will lead to no fuss.

I promise that the police report
will be withdrawn;

that no one will blame you
for anything.

If nothing else, do it
for your own good.

Think it over.

If anything good will come out of this,

it must come from yourself.

PAWNBROKER'S

- You go!
- Why me?

You're next in line.
You must do something on your own!

- I won't hesitate.
- Really?

Dare you join me?

Hey! Stop the thief!

Hey! Stop the thief!

Dammit that it had a report!

I never thought he had had the time.

- That was really close!
- All this for nothing.

You bloody bastard, Krister.

Pity you fear the inspector that much.

We have no proof.

Ask "him" and "he"
will raise and testify.

- And he would buy that?
- Yes, what?

We cannot step up and just say "aha"?

No?

HELP THE LEPROUS

CASHIER'S OFFICE - ACCOUNTANCE

Enter.

- The inspector, is he here?
- Yes.

It's Saturday; we close at one o'clock.

One of the boys from the Pension
wants a word with you, sir.

- Let him in.
- You may enter.

Ah, Nisse, do come in.
How nice to see you.

Everything in order?

Our dear Krister is doing all well.
Nothing but peace and quiet.

The survey works out quite well.
I've heard that you do really cooperate.

You have all shown maturity.

Be seated.
Do sit.

You smoke, don't you.
Be my guest.

It can be a bit tiresome
in the long run.

But we will have to find
something out to ease it up,

since you downstairs
have all been so responsive.

Diligence must be rewarded.

This matter with Pyret.

So... Anything particular on your mind?

He feels a bit downcast...
at the moment.

I thought you wished
to know about it, sir.

If you didn't know it already, sir.

Well... why he's depressed, I mean.

Maybe you should express yourself
somewhat more precisely.

Did you make a bet?

It's about Pyret.

I think I fairly well can
figure out your point.

Sit.

It's all about what you had in mind
to get in exchange for your knowledge.

I only wanted you to know, sir.

Yes... and now I know.
Anything else?

No, nothing, since you have already
promised us some benefits, sir.

Did I really make a promise?

Pity if I did,

since I in that case
will have to break it.

Although I do it unwillingly.

It would too easily be misinterpreted
as things have developed.

It's your decision, sir.

No... discipline would
suffer from that,

and it would be very uncomfortable
for our dear Krister.

I very unwillingly would take measures
that would harm him;

since he's so young
and inexperienced;

so inexperienced,
that he might not know...

that a certain form of allegations

is a pan of our profession;
far too common in fact.

He might misinterpret it

even if all the rest know
about this phenomenon.

It would be a pity
to lose his friendship,

due to what some
unbalanced boys claim...

Well... This isn't exactly atypical.

We have all heard it before. So nobody
is interested in what you claim to know.

Except from a a psychological
point of view, that is.

Let me change the subject.

I heard something about a tape recorder...

You might recall reverend Mild
visiting you some days ago.

We have had an inquiry from the police.

We haven't yet decided our steps.

We've got a description.

This deals with notably
more evident matters.

Our dear Krister...
also shares this opinion.

We have been discussing this.

There, cheer up!

It wasn't my meaning to daunt you,
being my visitor.

On the contrary!

I only mentioned it for you
to know of our support

When you laid your hands
on that tape recorder,

you did a great job.
Nobody noticed anything.

But afterwards, Nisse...

That was not like you.
You must have been daydreaming.

Well... we'll straighten this out,
with the tape recorder I mean.

Cheer up!

Nothing has happened
that cannot be overruled.

You are a nice boy, by the way.
You are in fact fairly handsome.

A thin face and these gentle features.

Your mouth has a beautiful line.

But you should smile more often.

You mustn't be that suspicious, Nisse.

You must learn to take
what life has to give.

A great deal, I'd think.

I think many a person
would do quite a lot

to help you, if only you'd care
to accept this help.

You can go far in life.

There must be a great many
who would like to help a boy like you.

We have grown apart for some time.

Pity, we were real friends.

Maybe this is a great loss to us,
to both of us.

But there is still time, isn't there?

A fine neck you have.

Like a soft arc.

Here's a cleavage.
Soft and nicely shaped.

Here it meets with your hair.

But you're far too skinny, Nisse.

I can almost count your ribs.

Here's one... another one...
another one.

This is beautiful, Nisse.

Nothing of this is dirty.

It is beautiful.

It is pure.

If you get something on your mind,
you're always welcome back.

The door isn't locked.

I couldn't get rid of it.

It came to my mind every dark night.

I tried to think of girls.

I choose pics from magazines.
"Pin-Up", "Cocktail" and others.

I chose among pics I had used

when I... wanked.
Yes, I did.

I picked Kajsa at "The Objectivity",
the dame with the breasts.

I removed her bra and fondled her
almost to death every evening.

But the inspector always interfered.

When I was thinking of Kajsa, his head
came in between and was poking around.

My nausea for it didn't help.

It was the other way round.

Wouldn't you tell me
what has happened?

Did something happen?

I don't know.
You look troubled.

Did I hurt your feelings some way
without seeing it myself?

Wouldn't you tell me, to prevent me
from doing it a second time?

You had confidence in me before...
at first.

I think.

If you've done something
you fear I will report, then...

Wouldn't you?

You mean... to the inspector?

You shouldn't misjudge him, Nisse.

He's saved your backs more
than you might believe.

He has?

You have to admit that.

Well, you shouldn't poke in the old
wounds, but... this tape recorder.

You must admit he's the one
who got you out of it.

I mean...
I too was under pressure,

since you'd promised to return it.

Well, I don't blame you, Nisse.

If the inspector had no
interfered, so...

I really shouldn't say this.
It was meant as a surprise.

You'll get new furniture
for the lounge next week.

A new radio-gramophone,
with an inbuilt tape recorder.

He's the mind behind that.

I even think he's made
a private contribution.

I don't give a damn!

You rotten bastard!
Lifting Krister's books.

What did you get?

- 155.
- Give it to me!

This'll be a starting fund.
Now we'll do real business.

Brannvin, booze!
We'll smuggle it and sell it.

We'll buy it for 15
and sell it for 30.

Not from a Svea ship.
They charge too much.

And they drink it all themselves.

Not really stylish;
smugglers on shitty bikes!

We should be
at the amusement park instead.

You could have a lot of fun
for 140 bucks.

- 155!
- 140.

That bastard invested in a new hat.

Hesitating, are we?
When things are getting serious?

Okay, back out! I don't mind.
Go and socialize.

I'll do fine on my own.

Who's there?

- Excuse me.
- Speak to them. Say what we're after.

- I do.
- 'Excuse me', is that German?

We want to buy Brannvin.

Twenty crowns a bottle.

Then you can have it.

Fifteen,

and ten bottles.

Eighteen.

They have got a chick.
Move and let me see. Move!

Don't push!

Look, they're fucking her!

Sixteen is we...

I mean our highest bid.
No higher.

Then beat it and close the door.

Hell, let's enter.
They are so pissed up, they won't notice.

Help me, they are killing me!

Be grateful for that.

Want some?

Me too.

Not you.
You're too young.

Those scumbags made me pregnant!

If it's a baby-chick,
name her after the ship.

I told you to get out!

They could have given her
some schnapps at least.

She's hurt Could she get
some schnapps... please.

Feeling better, are we? Talk about
the Brannvin. What's his price?

Sixteen crowns and fifty ore.

Yuk, now she's vomiting!

You have no clothes on.

Come on.
You want it yourself.

Come on!

Not good!

But she wanted to.

What did he say?

He said it was no pleasure,
since she was too willing.

Eighteen.

"Achtzehn", what does that mean?
"Eighteen", isn't it?

Eighteen! The bid was sixteen
fifty a minute ago.

You can't keep on bargain
like an old hag.

We'll get that difference back
when we sell the bottles.

- How many can we get?
- Seven. 126 crowns.

Fine, that'll leave us some change.

Seven.

We'd better check the bottles.
They might have been opened.

You cannot do that!
They are buddies.

Take the bottles and leave.
I'll join you after I've fixed something.

- See anybody?
- No.

- Let's go on shore.
- Yes.

Where's Egon?

He wanted to talk to that babe himself.

What the fuck, are you all sleeping?

Nisse, wake up. A rotten style, Jingis.
Sleeping all morning.

- Is this your quarters?
- Yep. In the upper bunk.

But let's eat first.

Guys, wake the hell up!
Open a bottle and let's have a draft.

Taste it and see for yourself.

- Do they bunk here as well?
- Yes. Have a sip.

Cut that out, will you!

But it's plain water.

Wait...

Be careful.

The same as in our glasses.

Now!

At that time, Ray arrived.

That he was named Ray,
we had to find out from the newspapers.

But he never tried to leave us behind,
as he left the night watch, that is.

At the beginning we hanged out
in Gardet and in Djurgarden,

because I used to live there as a boy.

I had never been there since,
and I got this certain feeling.

I had never had a dog before.

Sometimes we lit a fire and cooked
something to eat. Ray got his fair share.

Afterwards... when we were grabbed,

I was said to have mistreated him.
But that's a lie.

Okay, we might not have been
grooming him that very often.

We roamed the city all through.

We tried to bathe once,

not far from Viggbyholm,
but it was too cold.

We visited Kallhall and Norrviken.

We were gone all day long.
The Pension was for sleeping only.

We didn't give a damn
about the survey.

Of course they were confused.

Dog food isn't that cheap.
We were shod of money;

our pocket money I mean.

So I kept on stealing books
from Krister.

Excuse me, Nisse.

I cannot allow you
to empty my entire library,

without knowing
where it all ends up.

Sold.
You can call the cops.

- You very well know I cannot.
- Why? I can do it for you.

- Don't be daft! - If you're able to lurk in
here, you're able to call the cops as well.

- Where's the dog?
- Where does he fit in?

- Is he stolen?
- So what? Is he unhappy?

- No, but his owner might miss him. He's
paid for him. - Let's buy him then!

And the moral aspect?

That's Ray.

And Steva?

Won't you speak to the inspector
about her too?

Maybe you're unaware
that she's living here?

Anything else?

Almost all my books.

- So.
- I have a need for some of them.

Something has gone astray.

I cannot pinpoint it.

And obviously I'm not given
an opportunity to make good.

Come here... come.

Come. You can have me.

I want you.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Afraid of Egon?

Take no notice of him.
I dumped him.

And he won't be back
for an hour, by the way.

Deceived! Did you really believe
you could have me?

I wouldn't touch you
with a barge pole!

Oh Ray... Come here boy.

You may if you want.

No idea.

As you wish.
I don't care.

Krister was my sole target.

I calculated his weak spots.

My mind was not really focused on her.

My plans for Krister
turned out just fine.

Everything went according to my plans.

- We didn't do this.
- We didn't do this.

We would tell you
if we knew where he'd gone.

- We couldn't stop him.
- We can help you to search for it.

To prove we didn't do this,
we'll help you.

- Where is it all?
- Where?

- I sold it.
- You sold it?

And of course
I am the one to blame,

though I don't know why.

Maybe you think I'm having
false pretensions.

At first I had in mind
to become a biologist.

I cannot recall
what made me study people,

if you don't mind me saying so.

Where's the money?

You cannot have spent it all?

What I got for the grand piano
is in the postal bank.

On what bank account?

Nine, zero..., zero, zero, six, two.

Whose account is that?

The fund-raise for the leprous.

The leprous...

- Where is the grand piano?
- At a piano shop.

- The furniture?
- At a buyer's.

If I can get that money,
will you show me?

- You don't have that money.
- I must have it all back!

Well, if you meet me early
Monday morning, with the money...

Honestly, do you have the money?

Search me if you wish.

Bloody hell!
Leave my pockets alone!

I've made phone calls
to everyone I know.

I'm shod of 470 crowns.

There is a person
who might help you.

Who?

- No... that would be improper.
- No, tell me. Who?

- No, I've changed my mind.
- Don't you trust me to pay him back?

- That's not the cause.
- What then?

Do you think he'll refuse?

'She' rather.

Does she have that money?

Ask her.

Wouldn't she find it odd, if I...?

You ask her.

I don't need any money.

This fella has something to say.

She must think it's odd that I...

She might misunderstand.

Please, Nisse, you ask her.

He needs money.
470 crowns.

Tell her why, what for.

To buy back his furniture
I stole from him.

- Can you get it for him?
- Tell her I will of course pay her back.

If you accompany me.

Is she in favour?

He understood nothing.

We took a taxi from the Central Station.

Steva said we'd only stick to persons
in cars. Easier that way.

A great deal of car going that night.

First I bought her a bottle at Norrmalm's
Square, for 25 crowns that I had to pay.

Or, should I say, Krister.

To provide Steva with customers was easy.
They swarmed like flies around her.

She could be choosy.

We were at Djurgarden twice.

Once at Lill-Jansskogen,
next to the gasometer.

I saw her through the rear window.

Then once at the Engelbrekt Church.

She did it twice in the car.
Then I had to step outside.

She told them I'd let the dog loose,

if they tried to cheat her.

I once made use of you, Ray. When a queer
turned up and insinuated that I...

When I returned with you, he ran off.

We took a taxi downtown.

It was already light.

All the doves were cooing.

Dammit, my back is aching.

If you want me to go upstairs,
you'll have to carry me.

And this bloody dog.
He should be put to death!

Carry me!

No bloody pimp must ever kick me!

Give me my money,
that I have earned.

The money!
Shall we leave it there?

You said it's yours.

I won't pick it up.

Pick it up!

How much is it?

490.

Check her bag.

Not a penny!

What'll Krister say about this?

- Krister! He's the one to have the money.
- I know another funny story, about Bellman.

Ask him!
Come, let's go ask him.

Do you know what time it is?

You cannot be so drunk
that you've forgotten all about time.

Join us.
We'll deliver the money now.

You needed money.

- There is 20 crowns too much.
- Give it to Steva.

She's fixed them for you.

I don't know
how to thank you. I...

I never thought this of you, Krister.
So that's your dark side.

Will you turn the whole Pension
into a brothel?

Steva is just a start

And Nisse. Because he sold your old
furniture, he too must work for you.

Nisse!

You were only thinking
of the furniture.

Your sole concern
was the furniture.

You might think that I will consent
to let my doll work in the streets for you.

You bloody pimp!

What's the big deal?
I'll get the money back.

I know another funny story,
about Bellman.

Dreamer! You'll never have a penny.

On the contrary! You nit-wit!

- Had I only known.
- What about me?

I cannot accept it.
I'm sorry, but I cannot.

What do you mean "sorry"?

How about some gratitude?

I had a hell of a time getting it,
and now, nobody wants it.

- Egon!
- Do you think I'll accept bribes?

This is so yucky
it makes me puke.

And afterwards
I don't even get a "thank you".

On the contrary.
So, the whole thing was in vain.

If you think you can get out of this,
you are so wrong.

I must thank you for the lesson
you've given me, Nisse.

I realize I don't know
that much about myself...

or about life.

I had no idea that I had these depths
inside of me.

You have opened my eyes.
You earn the credit for that.

So, I want to thank you.

Hell.
So you'll start to whine.

What cause do you have to whine?
And I? What should I do?

- What time is it?
- Almost 5 a.m.

No use going to bed.

Do you think Egon went to the cops?

Where's Krister?

That bloody bastard.

I tried to help that pig.

Idiot!

You started it all,
by the way.

Would you stop spilling the Brannvin!

You cannot master me.
Buy your own booze if you fancy it.

Sunday morning.

You bloody whore.

Bog off, wanker! You bloody would
if I'd let you!

Ray. There boy, come to me.

I would prefer you, Ray.

Do it, Ray.
It's for free!

- Not for you.
- What I want I take.

Do that! Do rape me!

You are all the same.

Stop shouting!

I'd better undress right away.

I want it too. It's my Brannvin.
Give it me!

- Give her a draught.
- Isn't she drunk enough already?

If you'll screw me
I'll have to be drunk first.

That's enough. Fish, take
the bottle from her!

So, my little boys are shy?

I can wake the other boys up
to increase your number.

Then you might be less shy.

I don't care.
One more or less is of no impedance.

Not when little boys are fiddling me.
I don't feel it anyhow.

I'll never notice
if you are there or not.

But I demand a bed.
Remember that!

And a mattress.

I'm so dead tired of laying
on the ground!

No way that Egon will call the cops.

Do you think he will?

Well, are you fit for it?

Do you think you're capable?

Here's nothing to be found.

Pyret, get the tweezers.

Yes, you hit!
Fine, you bloody sadist!

You're capable, when you can
beat a naked girl?

Is this all you can do?

That's a bloody sewer you've got.

But it still makes you darn horny!
Don't spill your chances.

Pyret, go and get a bed.
But remove the mattress.

Ray, come here boy!

What's the matter?

Come here, Ray.

- Come.
- I don't know how he...

Then show him.

She had to pay the whole bill.

She had to pay for what she did
to Krister...

and for what I did to him.

She had to pay for my bad sides
and for Krister's bad sides.

And all of it was entangled
and simultaneous.

Leave us alone!

Who was that?
Was it Jingis?

Don't come closer!

You'd better get dressed.

They are here.

Now you'll get nailed.

You'll have to deliver some answers.

Serves you right, you piece of shit.

No, wrong guys-

That's the guy,
in the bed.

Leave me alone.
Let me sleep.

Who are you?

Have a guess.
Do they look like charity nurses?

This boy have produced
severe accusations against you.

We are obliged
to open an investigation.

- She earned 500 crowns for him.
- 490!

What difference does it make
in this situation?

I accompanied her
when she made the money.

- She felt lonely.
- See! I told you.

Nisse!

You cannot do this, Nisse.

You cannot...
You are destroying all of us!

Don't worry, Krister.
I'll help you!

- No, Jingis. No, please!
- Stop him!

Jingis!

Wait!
Wait!

They blamed me for everything.

They didn't blame me
for his death, though.