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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.

There's Evert.

He out on parole.

Can't read, but last Summer he set fire to three houses.

He'd run out of cigarettes,

but had matches leftover.

It's a real Classic Summer, Erik.

I've never had such a good Summer!

Good night.

Two words?

Go ahead.

Your brother?

What then?

A girl?

Don't know.

Who then?

What are you talking about?

What about the girl! I heard them last night.

Don't tell me you didn't.

No.

You should've heard it!

Hold up...

The yard's a mess!

Want to do something useful?

Yes, boss. Whatever you say.

Build a jetty.

Build a jetty?

We have lots of barrels.

Just need some boards and imagination.

Give you 10 bucks each. Be done before sunset.

Sneak over to the Lundins and steal some of their boards.

Steal? ... from the Lundins?

Sure! They've hardly paid for them, right?

- And we get 20 bucks before Sunset? - Yes!

"Like the Wind," as it says in the Koran.

Henry...

You have a new girl now, right?

Maybe, maybe.

But don't jump to hasty conclusions.

There's too many hasty conclusions in the world.

- How's the book? - Running greased rails.

Speeding right along, Bro.

What if they catch us?

Then either they shoot us or set fire to us.

Do you know why your your real Dad beat you?

He was sick.

Some disease of the brain.

When he drank, he hit.

Why drink, then?

He had to, otherwise, he'd go crazy.

So, either he was crazy or was he insane?

Seems so.

It was what it was.

- Is it hereditary? - I don't know.

I hate him anyway.

Are you going to find him?

Yes, Sir!

I hope he is alive.

I won't tell him who I am.

I will offer him coffee, cakes and spirits ...

Then I'll ask him if he still has the belt he beat us with.

Then...

Then he'll get what's coming to him!

Quiet!

I'm quiet as a graveyard.

Someone's coming.

A moped.

Goddamn!

It's Ewa Kaludis!

And your brother!

But then it is her who ...

- Hey, Erik. - Hey, Edmund.

Hi.

We built a jetty today.

Want to try it out?

That's nice!

Looks like a Sterling job.

Just so...

Do you realize what this means?

It's was your brother...

and Ewa Kaludis!

What... what...

an amazing sex appeal he must have!

He's crazy.

Turn out the light.

Henry ... My brother...

... with Ewa Kaludis...

Kim Novak.

She tested our jetty.

"Sterling job," she said.

But she didn't swim.

No swimsuit, maybe.

Erik, wake up!

Listen!

What's wrong?

Listen?

Their fucking has the whole house shaking!

I think I'll burst!

Shut it, Edmund.

We don't need to talk that way about it.

Sorry...

I gotta check it out.

Check it out?

Are you crazy?

Just watch a bit.

There's no blinds down there.

What's the harm?

We might learn something.

You're crazy.

It was so beautiful.

I knew that never again would I see something like that.

Not ever.

It hurt to be 14 years old and know you'd experienced perfection.

We said nothing and gave each other space.

Distance was needed.

We had not lost our virginity, but it was something like it ...

so that one could only float around the lake afterwards.

It's a delicate matter.

I hope you realize.

Delicate.

Of course.

No one needs to know.

Discretion is a matter of honor.

That's good. I trust you.

But remember one thing:

Even if you think you know a lot...

...you really understand very little.

Not just you...

Applies to me as well.

Applies to all of us.

We should all learn to live more...

... In the moving present.

"The moving present."

Just what I always thought.

You know...

- Hmm? - About right and wrong.

Do you always know...

deep down,

if you're doing right or wrong?

Yes, probably.

What Berra did to Mullet in the park was wrong.

Yeah, man!

Is it wrong when we steal cigarettes?

Clearly.

But there's a helluva difference between wrong and Wrong.

Yeah.

Do you think Henry's wrong to steal Ewa Kaludis from that thug Berra?

Did you tell him about the fight at the park?

No.

Miss Kalu... I mean, Ewa!

What the hell ...

I have a feeling...

What?

... that it will all go to hell.

Don't you?

Do you think he did it?

What else could've happened?

Fuck.

Here we were having a Classic Summer...

and now ...

Are you okay?

I am getting sick.

I can hardly swallow.

Probably tonsillitis.

I get it sometimes.

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

Well, thanks a lot ...

Edmund told me something....

that after beating on them...

his father would sit down and cry.

I thought that sounded sick as hell.

I decided that people like that...

who could beat up people...

then cry for themselves and those they'd hurt,...

were people nobody needed.

If I were like that, I'd rather...

that I was a tree,...

or a stone.

Where's Henry?

He went to the pharmacy.

Hurt much?

Not really.

It will pass.

In a few days you'll be the world's greatest beauty again.

Don't look at me.

I look so awful.

It's...

shitty that someone would do this to you.

Can I get anything for you?

You're sweet, Erik.

No...

One has to learn...

...to take it.

Really?

Don't worry about me, Erik.

I can do this.

I've had worse.

Worse?

Once...

when I was half you're age...

I came in a boat across the sea.

It wasn't much bigger than your skiff.

My sister and me.

Our parents were left behind.

I do not know why I'm telling...

Me either.

I know about your mother.

She's very ill...

and you don't like to talk about it.

Sit here a while.

Sit here a while, please.

Close your eyes.

I think I sat there forever.

I was on the verge of crying,

but tears never came.

Just a beautiful, vibrant feeling behind my eyes.

For a brief second I knew...

how it must feel to be Henry.

My brother.

Hello.

Reading...

drinking...

and sleeping...

Of these leaves...

I weave...

my healing.

Words of wisdom from the Lapland?

No... from my Dad.

- Your real Dad? - No...only shit from him.

- Hi ... - Where is your brother?

- Who? - Your brother.

Henry.

I need to have a little talk with him.

He's not here.

When will he be back?

- I don't know - Late. - Late.

Tonight at 12 o'clock. He said in a note.

How about I come tonight at one o'clock?

- He might not be home then either. - Then I'll wait.

What did I tell you?

Now the storm's here.

Fuck!

What the hell do we do?

Hello! Hello!

Hello! You must come here!

By the road! You must come!

Calm down... What is it?

What are you saying?

What's he saying?

Your names?

- Erik Wassman - Edmund Wester.

- You're living here for the Summer? - Yes.

Along with...

Henry... Wassman...

... your brother?

Yes.

When did you go to bed last night?

Half past nine... early...

I have tonsillitis.

Tonsillitis?

Yes, but it's fine now.

And you?

About an hour later.

Were you awake later at night?

I went out and peed.

- What time? - I have no idea.

Did you notice anything unusual?

No, nothing.

- Was it raining? - No.

What about you? Did you wake anytime?

No, I didn't.

Not once?

No.

Was your brother at home last night...

when you went to bed?

No.

Did you notice if Henry was at home?

No.

Where the lights on?

I think they were off.

Why not ask Henry himself?

Berra Albertsson...

you know who that is?

We've seen him before.

Where?

Lacka Park, for one.

Has he visited here?

Berra Albertsson? No, he didn't.

Are you sure of that?

Are you sure you've never seen Berra Albertsson here?

Absolutely sure.

Yes, only in Lacka Park.

- This is incredible. - Incredible.

We need to think of your safety.

You should come back to town.

Alright, take it easy.

Easy?!

There's been a murder here!

Are you crazy? ... Is he crazy?

- I'm staying here. - We're staying also.

- Incredible... - We need to talk this through.

I was so surprised I fell off my bike and was hurt.

There!

Those two live in that house.

Hey! Erik and Edmund! What will you have?

Just two liters of milk.

And an Aftonblad.

Out of stock. Expressen also.

- So what do you think? - What?

What do you think? It was right near you.

Who did it?

- No idea. - A lunatic...

Some lunatic. Who else?

It is through the details that we arrive at the overall picture.

The whole truth.

"-- and nothing but the truth."

I'll take you one at a time. You take off for a while.

Just a moment...

Do you have plenty of tools out there?

We are most interested in a hammer.

A large hammer or a small sledgehammer.

Do you know if there is anything like that?

No.

We have a hammer.

And a small sledgehammer. We used them to build the jetty.

Can you locate the sledgehammer while I talk to Erik?

Now we come to another detail.

A certain Miss Ewa Kaludis.

Yes?

Do you know her?

We had her as a substitute at school.

Why do you ask?

Did you know that she was involved with Berra Albertsson?

Yes.

Have you seen her this Summer?

No.

Oh, yes...

Once at Lacka Park.

Hello there!

I want to talk to you. Come in!

Rogge Lundberg -- reporter.

I am looking for Henry Wassman,

but he is not home, it seems.

No, he's not here.

I have...

worked some with Henry.

I wanted to talk to him about it.

What for?

A murder in our area is rare.

I'd write about it The Kurren.

"One man dead is another's bread."

- We don't know anything. - We just happen to live nearby.

That so?

I think that Henry knows a lot.

Just as well you know how the police see it.

How's that?

Berra Albertsson found by the roadside,

Alone...

Sometime Thursday night.

Someone beat him to death as he stepped out of his car.

Police will conclude that he intended to park there.

Can you tell me why?

No need to respond.

There are only two reasons to park there.

Either to visit the... Lundins....

otherwise... to visit you.

Maybe he wanted to take a piss.

And ran into a madman there.

The police focused first on the Lundins.

But there are many indications that they are not involved.

How do you know? You're talking shit.

Too bad Henry is not at home.

Bad for him.

Give him my best.

Would you say he was...

...threatening in some way?

Yes, I think so.

He'd like to exploit you.

Bravo, Brother. Very good..

You have it...

Rogge Lundberg is a shit.

Always has been.

- Like Cannon-Berra? - Hell, no! Another sort.

There are many kinds of assholes.

You have to know what kind you are dealing with.

- Do you know where I was yesterday? - No.

The police.

Spent the whole afternoon at the police station...

with Lindstrom and two other detectives.

There was some disagreement whether they'd let me leave.

In the end, Lindstrom said I could go.

And now, Rogge Lundberg...

I guess that settles it.

- A man's gotta do... - Just so. Bravo again.

Why put his fate in the hands of someone like Rogge Lundberg.

I wonder if he's talked to her...

Coming?

CANCER - FUCK - DEATH - LOVE

Ewa Kaludis spent two or more nights at your place...

along with your brother.

Can we we agree on that?

Did you know...

that Ewa Kaludis was engaged to Berra Albertsson?

Yes.

Didn't you think it odd...

that she slept with your brother when she was engaged?

I didn't think much about it.

Tell me about July 9th.

The day before Berra Albertson was found murdered.

I don't remember much.

Enough!

Enough with this nonsense.

Just the truth!

Henry and Ewa Kaludis were there that night...

And we know you know it!

If you want to help your brother...

You should tell me what happened.

No?

You're wrong.

I have no idea if she was there.

We went to bed early, Edmund and I...

I never woke up, not once.

Erik! Edmund! Come in!

- Want something to drink? - All the time.

Look, it's Ingo!

Thank you very much.

We're sorry for your loss.

Yes. Of course.

They arrested Henry today.

- Does he know you are here? - Henry? Oh, no.

It wasn't good, between Berra and me.

- You must wonder... - No!

No, there's so little we know.

Man proposes...

God disposes.

Ewa, I did want you to ask one thing.

Yes?

Were you there, that night?

You mean...

That night.

Yes.

Yes, I was there.

- Do the police know?

No.

It's best the police know as little as possible about Henry and me.

Henry can last it out.

He's had two tours at sea.

I want to see him,

but it's not possible.

You might ...

Would you give him a message?

Tell him...

Tell him it will be fine,

and he shouldn't worry about me.

Just that.

Everything will be fine,

Don't worry about me.

Two words?

Alright, then.

I'm leaving.

To �nge?

Tomorrow morning.

What fun.

Funny.

One word.

Oh, yeah.

A Classic Summer, Erik.

Despite all.

Can you do the eye?

Come on, do it one last time.

No.

Not now.

Bye, Edmund.

You mustn't lose heart.

It's so hard to bring it up again.

And you Erik, do you understand?

I won't forget.

You are the dove, Erik.

It's Henry who's the hawk.

It's you we must watch out for.

I have to go to the bathroom.

First world of Glory...

Wonderous is God's Heaven,...

Beautiful is the soul's pilgrimage,...

Through the fair...

kingdoms of the earth,...

we enter paradise with song.

Life should be as a butterfly on a Summer day.

At my mother's funeral I wore a suit.

I had cried all night. In church I had no tears left.

...family again,...

Never to be silenced...

tone from the sky,...

in the soul's happy pilgrims' songs.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You are too young to lose a mother.

But perhaps...

...you're older than you might think.

Both you and your friend.

If you know what I mean...

Hey, Erik!

Hey!

Where are you going?

Home.

In a hurry, or can we talk?

Sure.

How is Henry?

Good.

He's been released.

- He lives in Gothenburg now. - I heard that.

I don't have his address. Can you see that he gets this letter?

Of course.

Thanks. Sweet of you.

What about you? Are you in High School?

Yeah.

- Doing all right? - It could be worse.

- And Edmund? - Don't see him very much.

Erik...

Who did it?

What?

Was it you or Edmund who killed Berra?

It had to be one of you.

English subtitles by Bill Davis

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