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I once lived with a reformer.

One that fought for those who are oppressed in our society.

I don't know where to start...

Perhaps with Carlstedt?

Yes, that's what I'll do...

I'll start with the story about Carlstedt and the girl.

Climb up there.

No, there is better.

Don't go to far!

Stop doing that!

Come closer to me.

Eva...

Take a photo.

Take another photo please.

One more.

Did you get...

Did you get the girl to fondle your penis?

No...

Just the photo.

I only got her to take that one.

And was...

Was the girl calm about it?

Yes.

So it's jail this time.

Not if it's up to me.

There's no one answering.

There's no lawyer's office down here!

What?

There's no lawyer's office down here!

It say 'Lohmann' on the door.

His name's Lohmann. Try another time!

But your father dis say...

Forget what my father said.

He only handles commercial cases.

He was given this case because you work for Lind and Co.

My father believes you're sick.

But it's not you who are sick... It's society.

- Can I be informal with you? - Of course.

Do you know what I dream of sometimes?

That all of you who live on the boundaries...

...stood up and asked for your rights.

Wouldn't it feel great...

to know that you weren't alone?

You've no need to feel ashamed.

Your desires are no more shameful that other people's.

Lohmans Lawyers?

We're closed today.

Wait a minute!

It's not a legal matter.

I'm starting at the Journalism School, and I'm looking for a good subject.

I found this...

"Lawyer defends sex deviates"

"Wants to train Love-Samaritans".

What does a Love-Samaritan do?

Relieves sexual distress.

She fucks THEM... Is that what you mean?

I went red with anger.

I swore never to have anything to do with him again.

That damn toffee-nosed jerk!

He realised I'd made up the journalism school.

But I still went looking for the condemned building outside town.

That's where he lived. Not home with mum and dad.

Nice, eh?

Turn it around.

I am the way, the truth...

and the erection!

"Sirkka Lind."

She's an artist...

...and a lot of other things.

She does erotic art that's pretty good.

This must be you!

When I was 17 I wanted to be a priest.

When I told Sirkka, she burst out laughing, then did that.

Are you shocked?

My father was a Methodist minister.

So you're Nonconformist?

Only by upbringing.

They terrified you about sex, of course?

Your parents, I mean.

What's going on out there?

Do you have visitors?

Hooch!

I need 10 kronor.

I've lent them the room.

How kind. And me with nowhere to live.

You don't think I'm chasing you, do you?

We've actually met before... you don't remember...

At the Cuban embassy.

I was there with a girlfriend.

You didn't say a word the whole time.

In Cuba they lock up homosexuals.

She thought you were hot.

My girlfriend, I mean..

"People who live on the boundaries"?

A gold-mine in terms of the number afflicted...

You have to be detached.

This one...

is a voyeur.

He snuck up on a neighbouring couple, when they were having sex.

Now he's terrified, because he thinks they saw him.

It used to be that God came down on them.

Now, society comes down on them.

He's been a reservist all his life.

My father was, too.

I borrowed this from him.

- Tuesday. - Yes. Thanks.

He needs a uniform in order to be aroused.

Are you still unsullied?

Unsullied?

Regarding deviants... You know nothing about them?

Just the needy!

I actually needed 50...

Really!

What do you mean, "really"?

She gonna live here?

Are you?

Are you nuts?!

Why do you put up with people who just sponge off you?

Don't ask me.

Ask my psychoanalyst.

He has the answer to everything.

You see a shrink?

I've stopped going.

Analysts, doctors... they're idiots!

Everything that was important to me, he described as infantile!

I'm still here!

Wait!

You'll get your 50!

Do I have to wait?

Keep your fucking money!

Go and sweet-talk your bird instead!

Wait!

Are you always like that?

Putting your things down so carefully.

Was that being careful?

You can stay here.

I can sleep on the floor.

Please... stay!

Stay!

I've found somewhere, where you can live.

With Sirkka Lind, who did the crucifix.

Ouch! Stop it!

You can help me...!

Damn!... I dropped it!

Is something wrong?

Your expression...

What about it?

You're not only virginal, you're prudish! Prudish, bigoted and hypocritical!

You can't let people be themselves, without criticism!

Just like Mum!

- Who's mum?! - Mine!

One would think you were broadminded, but...

I was stupid, of course. I didn't understand anything.

So he started teaching me.

He told me about a woman called Margareta.

She was an amazing person.

She realised that if society was to change...

we have to go all the way... throw away the mask and say...

"This is the way I am."

She was mature now, she said.

Mature enough to show herself... and demand her rights.

Can I see your driver's licence please?

- Mr Lennart Eriksson? - That's right.

Just a moment.

He knew that the police couldn't do anything to him.

Nevertheless, he panicked.

It could happen to him as with his boy.

He could also be run down.

Or crash, and pass out.

And the police could go through his handbag and call his work.

Everyone would find out everything...

His secretary...

his wife...

everyone.

Excuse me...

Svante's been run over.

Run over?

Outside the school. The hospital rang.

At night, it burst out of him...

all that had been dammed up for years.

Why have you never told me?!

Don't you trust me?

Don't cry, Lennart. It'll work out.

Aina... darling...

Do you feel more, when you dress as a woman?

It feels...

...more right.

More gentle...

More the real me.

Do you feel more aroused?

Is that the trouble?

No...

It's not sexual.

So what's it about?

What does it mean if it isn't sexual?

It must be sexual!

It WAS sexual...

when I was 17...

But not now.

I don't understand...!

The sex thing passed quickly.

I don't get it at all.

Aina!

Now and then...

...just to be able to throw off the load...

of being male...

...a man!

Men are cripples.

They deny the best part of themselves...

...the female.

They never dare give vent to it.

Do yo need to dress like us for that?

- Look in the basement! - I did look!

Look again, nitwit!

You're the nitwit!

- I don't want your stuff anyway! - Wait for me!

See you again soon perhaps.

I hope it'll be a good article.

- Mummy, we're ready now! - Come on, Mummy!

What paper is she from?

Weekly Revue? Femina?

This is mine.

We agreed that I can have this...

...all to myself.

Where did you keep this before?

In a room in town... All over the place.

- You buy this stuff? - At NK.

There's a sales lady there...

...who understands.

I buy mostly from her.

Hold him a moment and I'll show you...

Take the bottle, too.

This is lively, eh?

I look like a birthday cake in this one.

Chic, eh?

This one...

I bought in Copenhagen.

Indecent... indecently expensive as well!

Have a look at this...

This is my favourite of all.

Though I so seldom get a chance to wear it.

I wore this one the first time we had sex.

I mean afterward... after I'd told her.

You and Aina?

Yes... we talked for hours.

We'd never talked so much together.

Aina is unbelievably good about it.

Wonderfully...

...understanding

Like you...

with Christopher.

Like me?

Yes. You accept him for what he is...

Don't you?

He's like me...

...deep down.

I'm sure of that.

But he fights it.

Hasn't that occurred to you?

We're moving in together anyway...

on trial.

- You and Christopher? - Yes.

Hey... that's just great! Congratulations!

I want my snorkel and my scooter!

Don't push! I was first!

Svante, it's in the trunk! Hurry up!

Quiet! Dad... are you there?

Dad!

Svante and Annika!

Dad's locked himself in again!

- Are you on the pill? - No, I don't dare.

What do you use then?

Diaphragm.

Do you actually enjoy sex?

I like the foreplay.

To play or be played with?

I want it to be good.

Good, and done beautifully...

...most of all.

Don't you want that?

- So, do you like your penis? - What?

The magistrates wife hates her cock.

Yes, she'd like an operation.

If she wasn't too old...

Would you like your cock removed?

Removed? Never!

It's given me too much pleasure all these years!

Do you have heavy periods?

I do.

Doesn't stop you working?

It would have to be really bad.

I'd be staying home those days.

Do you use tampons or pads?

- Mostly pads. - Tampons for me.

You use tampons?

But how do you manage that?

Shove it up my arse.

I don't know what got into him.

But he... the big reformer...

...got the urge to play like Carlstedt.

Christopher!

Mr Lohman!

Mr Lohman!

We must have gone the wrong way.

He was being silly...

I'd never seen him like that before.

Never.

She saw me!

I know she saw me!

Now I'll never get elected.

Elected?

The Law Society doesn't allow flashers.

You are just gorgeous!

Girls! Ladies!

We're going to take a little poll here today.

"His Royal Highness" Christopher has an idea he wants to try.

How many of you would be willing to join a protest march?

I'm a "no".

Never ever!

My dear, we'd never dream of asking the magistrate's wife.

People are crazy these days.

Does everyone have to protest? Us too? And for what?

For your right to be happy.

Who's she?

Our new assistant and Christopher's support.

Send her away... I'm not presentable.

She is young, but very reliable.

I've done something wonderful with your wig.

I've made it a little redder.

A little colour will make it more chic.

- Do you like the colour? - Not particularly.

Well, I'll fix it up for next time.

After all, you're the one who's wearing it.

Elsa-Britta! How nice to see you.

When you walk downtown you'll sweep everyone off their feet.

Really! And you're not alone!

There are hundreds of people around who feel just like you.

It's a fantastic idea of Christopher's.

Of course we'll enlist a few ordinary folk...

...like kids with flowers!

Maybe Svensson rigged out as a transvestite!

Elsa-Britta! You'll be joining won't you?

- Joining what? - The protest march.

Protest marches are guys-things.

Very funny!

I'm in for sure!

Protest marches? That's so ridiculous.

The magistrate's wife will be in for sure, won't you?

Give me that skirt, it's mine!

Sirkka Lind had organised the party.

She was the one who'd made the crucifix.

She had brought an expert with her to help.

She would teach the transvestites on manicure, hair and makeup...

...so that they'd feel as though they were real women.

It was funny for me.

- How many are married? - About half of them.

- The others are homosexual? - No, regular guys...

Hetero!

Can we join in? Must be some for us?!

The magistrates wife should be dancing.

Sirkka, ask him for a dance!

Yuck!

It shouldn't be like THIS when we have a party.

Was the alderman's wife prudish?

Are you a prude?!

Alderman's wife!

Let yourself go!

No pleasure is forbidden!

Isn't she wonderful?

Are you keen on Sirkka?

Doesn't matter though...

That's the guy she wants, this evening.

My...

Listen...

Try to not be unhappy.

You know how it is...

You know what men are like.

I got the keys from Margareta.

Keys to her weekender.

I spent the night there.

As dawn started to break, I heard a taxi.

She's not here.

You didn't expect me to want to join your orgies did you?

Don't look so crestfallen.

I'm also bisexual, I am sure of that!

It's the last time, I swear!

That you have it off with Sirkka?

It wasn't like that.

She wanted sex with Ann-Marie, a girl who...

She had a guy with her...

...a pastry chef.

We were going to try a foursome.

A "snake-pit"?!

But I couldn't do it!

I'm sorry, but I do love you.

Isn't that alright?

Why do you strive so hard... against your will?

Why don't you try to be with me instead?

- Can't. - You can!

I'm not a pansy.

I never have been!

Hey there...!

You're not going in!

Did you hear what I said?!

Your stuff!

The key.

- Or else. - Or else what?

I call the police.

Reception?

A gold mine, eh?

Don't forget you owe me 50 kronor.

Damned wimp!

Lohman

No, that's not possible.

I'll see how things are next week.

Wednesday next week... Is that suitable? 2pm.

In the evenings he tried to summarize the day's investigations.

Sometimes it was difficult.

I don't know what got into me...

...but I was jealous of his clients.

What are you thinking about?

Wasn't that nice?

Listen...

Put it in.

Further in.

Are you coming?

Wait a bit.

Are you sitting on the bed?

I am now.

Naked?

Yes.

Are you thinking of something beautiful?

What's your hand doing?

I can't see you.

What's your hand doing?

Waiting to stroke you.

Can't you stroke yourself while you're waiting?

What?

Stroke yourself...

...and tell me what you're feeling.

What's the point of that?

One has to...

...extend one's boundaries, Sarah.

I love you.

You have to...

...use yourself to find yourself.

Alone?

I can't hear you, Sara.

I'm by the sea...

WE are by the sea.

I put my tongue against a stone.

I lick it...

It's like you.

You're hard...

...and I spread my legs open for you.

I make a child with you.

Are you coming now?

You're growing, Sara.

You'll be buxom and lovely, Sara.

You'll be heavy, kindly and sloppy.

I see women around you...

You wrestle with them, Sara.

In the mud.

The mud splashes.

You're all sticky and muddy, Sara.

You all dance.

No... I'm dancing...

I smeared in grease, Sara.

I'm shaking.

The men are staring... aroused.

Spittle...

You're spitting, Sara.

You hiss and jeer and spit.

I'm wearing my cross, Sarah.

I'm going up to Calvary.

Blood is dripping...

...onto my hands.

Bright red...

...fragrant blood.

I don't want to be part of this!

I want it to be real sex!

Sara!

I only need to mention a priest and a church wedding...

...and you'll be out of action!

Watch out... you're being followed!

The ClA is after you!

I think I've found a place... we can plan the whole protest march.

I've spoken to the lesbian group as well...

...and with the guys in "Helius".

Hell, you look exhausted.

What have you been up to?

Were you making love all night?

Why didn't you call me?

Do I get a kiss?

That was piss-weak... Damned Free Church dames!

Try this, Bjorn!

Bjorn was great at pulling strings, solving problems, and helping.

He had a sincere sympathy for fringe people...

...and for what was real and within.

You're listening to "Politico Place"...

Where we air all the stories from the other side.

I give you Christopher Lohman...

...the sex radical who's met unexpected opposition from other radical groups.

For example, there's Group Guerrilla...

...who are jumping up and down...

...wanting only to say...-

...that his his message is only an opiate for the people...

...drugs for the down-trodden.

He gives them hard-ons instead of bread...

...fucking instead of class-struggle.

- That it? - Yes thanks.

Shall you talk like that on-air?

Relax! I'll clean it up when we broadcast.

Today's sacrifice sounds like this...

Sara...

Can you hear me?

Good.

So listen carefully.

Will you marry me?

I solemnly propose to you in the presence of witnesses.

If you say yes, we'll go and buy rings and announce our engagement.

That OK?

Excellent.

Engagement... marriage... What's all this romance nonsense?

Dreams...

...which become reality.

Did Christopher tell you that I'd known him since he was born?

Did he?

He calls me Godfather.

Did he tell you that?

"Godfather" is a wonderful word.

It describes exactly what I should be to him.

Now we celebrate!

Follow me.

Does he know your father?

They're friends from Rotary.

Dad helped him over an extortion matter.

Extortion?

About the shop.

It's been difficult for him.

I'll reveal something to you.

Your fiance has been exposed to an enormous pressure from home.

Lawyer Lohman has never understood what an outstanding son he has.

But Christopher has kept himself pure...

...with a wonderful ability to identify with others.

Actually, I have a guest...

Could we celebrate together?

This is my little museum...

Well, actually, it's not mine...

I can't put up with this cold any longer!

You'll have to ring the doctor.

Can I tell your story?

After all you were pretty shaken up.

Absolutely not!

You're among friends here.

The only ones who can really understand you.

My friend here intended to be a doctor once upon a time...

Not a word!

Have you ever witnessed an autopsy?

A whole lot of medical students about to witness their first autopsy...

On the table lay a young girl...

Very beautiful.

She'd committed suicide.

When I squeeze through the others...

...and look down on her naked body...

...I got a hard-on.

The doctor started cutting into her...

It's... unbearable!

I ran away...

...and masturbated in the hospital grounds.

Then I quit my studies.

Once and for all.

God has mercy on all those alone.

He seems to, yes.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry... I didn't know that...

I've changed my mind.

I don't want to appeal.

I'd rather accept a sentence.

That'd be better.

Better... like your dad said.

There'll be less fuss... if I just take my punishment.

Don't be disappointed.

Ernst! Ernst, wait a minute.

We have to be happy about this.

We mustn't wreck things, now that he's finally...

Book Seglora Church, then!

I like Danderyds Church.

Hello Christopher!

Your dad and I were just saying how happy we were to be here.

- Don't you upset my clients! - Ernst...!

-Hello! -Hi! Welcome!

What a day, eh?!

That debate on the radio... He was terrific!

- You think so? - Absolutely.

Christopher is damned rare. He has charisma - definitely.

God, how you are hard on me!

You didn't think much of me as a child. Don't start now!

It's my mother's wedding dress.

I have the veil too!

- This is a hot subject. - It was fun to hear.

TV is trying to make two crews and a bus available.

They follow it through to the end. TV is really the medium...

I don't want to appeal.

You hear me...

I don't want to appeal!

Judas!

Have they gone?

Daddy too?

That was awful!

Do you have a car?

- Good. Can you give me a lift? - Yeah.

For you.

What about that?

Is it a woman or a man?

Guess!

I don't know what I actually saw that night.

They all seemed to loom at me from every direction.

Have they deceived me?

There was no way Christopher would be here amongst THEM!

None of them could know where he was.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Unfair competition!

No hunting on our patch!

As if you gave a damn!

The little darling's gonna cry!

- Your darling... - Christopher is a shit!

Nothing for you!

We got pulled in by the cops a few days ago.

Phoned him... Did he help us?

No fucking way!

You or me?

Both!

You can have French... I've got my period.

A tip...

Do you want it?

Do you want a tip?

Monroe...

1 Dobel St.

Drive there and ask for Linda...

and little Bertil.

Do that.

Coming!

Hey...

Hey...

Help me!

Fuck me!

Fuck me!

Daddy!

Can I be your godson, Daddy?

Linda!

Fucking cow!

Sorry, Linda.

Who is she?

Scram!

There's no way you can stop her!

She walked straight up to me and asked where you were.

Get out of here... both of you.

Come on!

Mummy...

...this is Sara.

Sara?

My dear girl!

Come and sit here... Come closer.

Turn that down, damn it!

Sweetheart...

Come here.

Don't be afraid.

I'll look after you...

...for Christopher's sake.

He needs you...

...so terribly much.

Take something off... it's so hot in here.

Shall you two have children?

Fucking answer her!

He says...

...that you'll have children.

You two will have children, he says.

No! If she doesn't really want to, leave her alone.

- Don't leave me! - Let go of me!

I need you!

I need you! You promised!

- You promised! - Let me go!

Sara!

Bring her in.

Come on, both of you!

I need you in my arms.

There's room for you both.

Come out, so we can put an end to this!

I can't cope with an engagement!

Are you listening?!

I don't need a woman to comfort me!

I don't need a family! I don't need kids!

A fuck now and again is all I need!

I get that in here!

And here!

I can satisfy myself!

You now know worst, eh?

You can't cope with what I really am.

You're never going to leave me, regardless.

Take this.

No!

No!

She's probably pregnant.

Are you pregnant, Sara?

Are you?

Oh, I wish you all the happiness in the world!

You think she's diseased, eh?

She's suffering... look at her!

Can you look after her?

You've imbibed Jesus Christ with mother's milk!

She is Christ... Don't you see?

She is one of my smallest ones and you don't want to help her.

Goddamn Samaritan!

Sara!

I took the car...

...and went out to our weekender...

Christopher...

Where is he?

Good heavens!

You don't mean he's ended it?

Ended...

I took the dinghy...

I tried to drown myself.

I took the razor...

I tried...

Aina!

I can't live without her...

...without the kids.

Sara...

We're getting divorced.

Aina can't cope.

I don't know what I'll do with myself.

I need you.

I need you!

We...

...need you.

I'm not leaving you.

Not so long as you need me...

You and the others.

My kids.

My "hundred sheep".

This is for you.

My mum's wedding dress.

"The hundred sheep"?

Christ sent no one away. All were his children.

He left 99 sheep to go out and search for the hundredth one.

Is that right?

Can I ask you a personal question?

Are you a Christian yourself?

No.

I once tried to be.

Good heavens... what is that?

Look at auntie there.

Is this to go in the protest march?

Many use Christianity as a means to sexual pleasure.

Buried in a crowded congregation.

What newspaper is she from?

"Church News".

The lesbian fight is all women's fight"

1000 sisters

- Mrs Magistrate! - Yes, my dear?

Take a look at that!

How ridiculous!

Here are we, blowing away the traditional women's image...

...while they are hell-bent on idolising all that shit!

My grandma spent her whole goddamned life embroidering!

I'll fucking get these guys an embroidery frame!

Ignore them. Pay no attention.

We do as we wish.

Right, Sara?

Look what we've got here!

Hi there, girls!

Have you spoken to the police?

No demonstration without a permit!

I'm sure we have a permit.

- Are there any banners for us? - Give me a brush, darling!

What do you want that's sexual?

My! What a minx!

Fucking creeps!

Fucking poofters!

That's quite enough!

But Mrs Magistrate... Are the ladies coming in the procession?

Is Laila coming too?

Don't you let them bother you!

We're just undesirables.

Niggers, Jews and poofters are undesirables.

Do you want to have your own section?

- We're just as much transvestites as them. - Even more so.

Bloody cowards...

Where were you at the world congress? Under the table...?

Clamped on each other's cocks?

There you sat all day with your wives...

...listening to lectures and snacking.

At night... what did you do with each other in your room?

You never dare go the whole hog!

Let's go.

What should I do then... ...if I dare?

You should tell it exactly as it is...

...that you really want to be fucked by a man.

Do you dare...

...go the whole...

...hog?!

Face facts...

What if he'd rather fuck his wife?

Lordy!

Fuck his wife?! Little lady, you've been brain-washed.

How sweet! Fuck his wife?!

Fucking hell... I have to go. Come on darling.

Fuck it, why can't you stick together?!

Quiet all! Our master speaks.

His master's funk.

You don't have to march together.

Homosexual transvestites march in their own section...

Heterosexual transvestites march in their own section.

The lesbian birds can surely march with the guys?

The whole fucking mob is ultra-reactionary!

- Garbage! - Load of crap!

I will not be mixed in with prostitutes.

How crazy's that!

Damned upper-class scum!

You think women should stay in the kitchen with the kids?

Stop all this carry-on for heaven's sake!

Just stop it, for God's sake!

It doesn't make sense.

Shall we all be in sections?

Is that how its to be?

We might as well each have our own procession!

It's not as if we were different political parties on May Day!

That's a total shit of an idea.

- Attention please! - Attention please, girls!

- Damn Mao! - Damn Lenin! - Damn Tito! - Damn Castro!

- Damn Trotsky - Damn Palme! - Damn Lars Werner! Long live anarchy!

Quiet, damn it!

I won't stand being ridiculed by these other groups!

I won't stand for it!

You have to show some more authority here!

- Don't I now? - No.

Come on, for heaven's sake, Christopher!

You have to realise that this is chaos here.

You do nothing for us.

Nothing apart from nagging.

I do nothing for you?

Nothing noticeable.

You're supposed to be here to help us.

Those dykes out there are crazy. They never stop taunting us.

What are you going to do?

Who's going to be lying in this?

Snow White, eh?

Nude?

Of course she'll be nude!

Who's Snow White?

Who's Snow White?

I guess it must be me.

May I wake you up?

You can try to, if you're game!

Lights off and spot on!

Look at this cute chick...!

Who's she?

Good Lord!

If my eyes don't deceive me, it's His Highness Christopher!

Christopher, you're beautiful! .

My dear friends...

A few words, before we go on.

Only a few, thank you!

We can't afford doctrinal battles.

Others can engage in sectarianism. But we can't.

We have to let everyone keep on their own character...

...without mutual contempt.

We're the most radical of all.

Let's form a front that cuts through society.

Through every class.

A united front... Our radical front.

You're alone...

And you are.

Everyone on the boundaries is alone.

But together we're strong...

powerful...

Together we're the people of the boundaries.

And who can reject us then?

Strength to the minorities.

Bravo!

Big Chief!

- Mr Ynge, the publisher. - Congratulations.

You should consider writing a book.

It could start a grassroots fire.

No time.

Go somewhere, like Capri.

No money.

There are things called advances.

May I...?

May I join the march?

Certainly.

I've changed my mind.

I'm convinced.

I'll be in your march.

Me too! We're all going to be in it!

He was wonderful. God, he's beautiful!

Sara...

Don't.

It's to be...

Kiss him.

For God's sake...

Kiss him!

If you love him...

...then kiss him.

Just dare to give yourselves!

For our sake.

Kiss his chest.

Love him...

Love him as he is now.

Love him as a woman.

Kiss his nipples.

Kiss them!

Come on...!

Why aren't you coming?

- No... That hurts! - Keep still!

Don't ! No!

I need 10 minutes!

You think I'm a goddamn dog?

You're fucking frigid!

No! Glad to see you have a sense of humour!

Shut up!

Take it easy!

Let me help you relax.

How are you feeling?

Good...

Great.

Kiss me.

Go on.

Are you sure about that?

That wasn't much, was it ?

Whether lesbian or not, women are downtrodden.

Only the capitalists are going to benefit from this protest march.

Has she gone?

Will she be back?

The demonstration does not serve our purpose.

There's no grub!

That was Anna Karlsson, spokeswoman for the Lesbian Socialist Association...

...which is repudiating the protest march.

In further news, the archbishop of the Swedish Church

says that he totally condemns this parade of perversions.

This was echoed in parliament.

Christopher Lohman is responsible for this march of people on the boundaries.

Can't protests such as this, backfire?

You can always count on protests in a sexually undeveloped society.

Do you have to organise the march?

Not at all.

That was Christopher Lohman. And now to South Africa...

Don't stand there!

Don't stand there!

I'm helping them.

They need me...

...when they masturbate.

You are in crisis, Sara...

Deep crisis.

An identity crisis.

Your Free Church upbringing, Sara...

But I'll help you.

I'll take on all your problems, once and for all.

You're inconsistent.

What harm do those who want to fuck corpses do?

Why shouldn't they be liberated?

Think logically, Christopher... logically!

Write a letter to Snow White.

Dear Snow White, won't you donate your body to 7 little necrophiliacs?

Samaritan of Sex...

the nation's first!

I help all those who need me.

I request nothing for my own gain.

I'll help everyone.

I should be able to fuck anyone, even if they make me throw up!

- Ask first. - I'm asking now!

Keep going.

Why?

The psychodrama helps.

You discover who you really are.

Careful... with feeling now.

- Enjoy it? - Yes!

All your churchiness will disappear.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

More!

Whip me!

You don't take it seriously, Sara.

You're kidding... you're cowardly!

You don't dare find what your impulse profile is.

My impulse profile?

I don't have one.

I'm just a child... a baby.

Everything... I want to whip and be whipped!

Lena...

Good girl...

She took care of my wallet.

I'll be alright...

The bastards bash you like...

First they grab hold of you, then...

if I were a bit younger, I might have given them a hiding.

I hadn't bothered anyone!

Christopher ... Isn't it wonderful... isn't it amazing?

My godson...

My beloved godson.

Are you mad at me... You mustn't be.

You understand all this.. so you must understand ME.

Do you understand how much I've wanted you?

You mustn't go!

Christopher... come back!

How are things with you?

Tell me.

Christopher...!

He needs you.

Let yourself go!

Let it all hang out!

A mood of failure permeates this solidarity demonstration.

There is a paucity both of demonstrators and people viewing the march.

It's just a stunt... a capitalist stunt!

You can join too!

My brother got the sack when he was found to be homosexual.

That's why I'm here to show my solidarity!

Join us now...! Stand up for a better society!

Included was the traditional image of a woman by the transvestites...

...which was supposed to be the big closing number.

What's the matter with her?

Sara, what's wrong!

What is it?

Dear little Sara.

Say that no one need be anything but what they want to be.

I want you to say it.

You need not need be anything but what you want to be.

Strange, I knew that...

Poor old Christopher... he can't handle logic.

He's a phoney....

He's a fake...

...and he knows he's a fake.

We're just his monkeys.

Monkeys?

For his experiment, yes.

Nice...

...willing monkeys.

Sara! Margareta!

Wait, we're coming!

Write a book? What sort of book?

A book about what?

About sexual exploitation.

Who's being exploited?

The sexual revolution is just a swindle...

...that the capitalists set into motion, to lull the masses.

Keep them enslaved to the system.

The sexual revolution is no revolution.

It's a pretense revolution...

...to prevent the real revolution.

Do you belong to any particular group?

I've had it with groups.

I work on my own.

- Are you unsullied? - Unsullied?

Regarding sexual exploitation.

You don't know anything about it, do you?

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