All language subtitles for Heresyourlife

HERE IS YOUR LIFE

Script by
BENGT FORSLUND, JAN TROELL

Based on the Novel by
EYVIND JOHNSON

Come autumn,
things might get rough on you, Olof.

You know,
if things get too hard, you -

Give them our best.

Tell your folks we're doing fine

and that you could have
stayed on here if you wanted to.

Well, then, give your folks our best.

If you do go home, that is.

If you go there.

Couldn't you stay for the summer?

The gun would be yours.

Unless you'd prefer an accordion,
like the lineman's boy.

We could subscribe
to an illustrated magazine.

Or find a correspondence course
in English

in case you'd like to go to America.

You can't stay with your folks,
not with illness in the house.

They can barely meet their own needs.

And I had hoped
you would stay another year.

I guess it's added up over the years.

You needed a thing or two.

Haven't you been comfortable?

When you were little,
and your father fell ill -

To hell with it!

I don't want to be comfortable!

I don't want to be comfortable!

- So, you've come home.
- Yes.

Oh, they told me to say hello.

They sent greetings to you all.

I trust they're well?

They're fine and in good health.

Will you be staying?

There's always room for you here.

Well, I was thinking -

Dynamite, explosives.

If I'd been young, well, then -

What kind of shoes do you have?

Good, hard shoes won't do.

Going barefoot is the best,
if the water's not too cold.

But then you might step on a branch.

I know a man who pierced
his foot on a jagged branch.

The suffering of Jesus pales
in comparison.

Every year, though, someone buys it.

It happened to a man I knew.
His face was all black.

Three weeks in the water.

He'd gotten pretty bruised

and by the time they fished him out,
he was as black as a Negro.

We figured he'd been
swept out to sea

or at least into town.

But there he was, trapped under a log
right where he fell in.

He started rotting
as soon as they fished him out.

His brother was disgusted too.
Even though it was his own brother.

You looking for someone?

I'm supposed to stay here.

Take that bunk.

You're fairly young, aren't you?
- Fourteen. I'm almost 14.

- What's your name?
- Olof.

- Don't you have a last name?
- Lt's Persson.

Pour yourself some coffee.

He's called the Stockholmer.
He went there once.

My name's Olsson.

Let's see how you do, boy.

I went to the church
in my time of need

And knocked on the door,
the sexton to see

Please open your door
to a suffering soul

And say a few words
to make me whole

A few words to make me whole

The vicar's away,
off to Christen a babe

And soon he is due
to lay a man in a grave

There's comfort for them
that's born or passed on

But there's nary a word
for a soul so forlorn

Nary a word for a soul so forlorn

lt'll get better.

In something like two weeks, or so.

You'll get used to it,
and then you'll quit.

That's what they usually do.

Have some coffee, boy.

What does your father do?

He's a worker.
But now he's sick.

Sick. That's too bad.

What line of work?
- He helped build the railroads.

Then I expect
he's from southern parts.

Railroad men generally come
from the southern parts of the country.

I bet he misses it.

That's why he's sick.

Doesn't he miss it,
the life down south?

Where it's warm,
and you can grow apples.

All right, men. Let's get moving.

Don't forget the two hours
I've put in already.

I'm not here to forget,
just to tally.

The company knows what they're doing
when they hire a time manager.

That they do.

Here, hold on to this for me.

All right.

So we drink up,
then we shell out some more money

So we drink up,
then we shell out some more money

As long as we have any money left

As long as we have any money left

And when the money's all gone

And when the money's all gone

Then we'll take out another loan

Then we'll take out another loan

And when the money's all gone

Then we'll take out

Another loan

You leave that alone!

I had my own rifle last year.

I met this old hunter
who lived on raw meat and booze.

And he knew the Bible backwards.
- You scrawny little runt.

Try me, if you're fixing for a fight.

All that hard work
leaves you no head for booze.

The pot's hot.

All right, we'd better get moving.

They were out of kerosene,
so there's some money left over.

Right.

I've been here for a spell.

You can tell by the shoots.

You can't ask for much here in life.

I've seen a thing or two.

I've seen my kids pass on.

Like butter on a griddle,
just a sizzle...

then it's gone.

The twins were the first to go.

They were bewitched.

By a whirlwind.

It wasn't -

It wasn't brutal.

But it was nasty.

It just brushed over them,
then things went fast.

In autumn came the disease.

Their bodies went all twisted.

As if they'd been wrung
by an invisible hand.

The first one to die
was August Linus Isak.

Then it was
Karl Julius Leonard's turn.

A week later,
my wife crossed the meadow.

She went to fetch water at the well.

Keep the change.

It should come in handy

if you don't make a fortune here.

We've got a big jam to blow tonight.

The foreman was here.

I figured as much.

- Do you take snuff?
- No.

You haven't started yet?

Then I guess you don't smoke either.

Have you considered taking it up?

Yes, I guess I have.

Thank you.

ANTWERP LAID TO RUINS
CITY SURRENDERS

He was a man you remembered.
You share the same name.

And no one ever called him
by a nickname.

They wouldn't stick.

That's the kind of man
your father was.

And now he's gone.

I'm glad he found peace at last.

We were friends back in 1890.

The things we built back then.

And he used to sing.

We all did.

But he was never all that drunk.

Maybe he didn't drink much,

or maybe he just
could hold his liquor well.

Your pa and I,
we spent a lot of time together.

He was an upstanding man.

He could tally
the most complicated sums.

And he was a fair man,
that he was.

How about some money?

No, thank you.

How old are you?

Fifteen.

- Do you have a job?
- Yes, at a sawmill.

How big is your family?

If you count me, then four.

But I don't live with them.

I haven't been home for a year.

That's right,
you stayed with foster parents.

I remember that now.

But they're good people, and kind.
- Yes.

Well, if that's the way it is -

You could always give it
to your little brother if you like.

Well, thank you.

Like I said, I have a job.

Wages will be going up.

That will make our lives easier.

That damned war of theirs!

But still -

How much do you make an hour?
- Twenty cents.

Twenty?

I've certainly sweated
for less than that.

When we laid the rails,
and before that, way back.

No juicy profits in those days.

But you'll be getting other jobs.

Try a job with the railroad company
when you're old enough.

It's a totally different life.

A different pulse.

Sometimes he smoked a cigar,
your pa.

Like a boss man puffing a cigar.

Not stuck-up, like.
He wasn't the type.

I mean, he didn't look stuck-up
when he smoked a cigar.

He didn't like snuff, you see.

But he took it anyway.
Both by mouth and by nose.

But occasionally he pulled out a cigar
and popped it in his mouth

and went around smelling quality.

Your pa.

I remember this one time -

Well, we had some good times.

And some that weren't, as well.

Listen...

take care.

Looks like we're headed for more snow.

I'm known as “Pelle from Småland,”
by the way.

You don't have to leave tonight.
That isn't necessary.

I have to get there.

Otherwise, I'll just have
to leave early tomorrow.

I'll pack some clothes
and food for you.

Mind your eyes.

And if you have vermin,
wash all over and change.

Bedbugs are all they have.

You've got a lot of red marks on you.

Timber.

Get a move on, you blasted boys!

Well, I -

What the hell?

I knew this fellow
who came back from America.

He traveled in
the cheapest class there was.

But this fine lady,

traveling in first or second class,

noticed him.

And she was hankering for a man.

So she invited him over
to her place one evening.

Right.

They kept at it
for three or four days.

And she treated him to fancy food.

And he smelled of oils and perfume

for months afterwards.

Well...

he was paid 500 kronor for his efforts.

But after that, he never wanted
to have a woman again.

Because he'd had his fill
of the good life, he said.

I believe he was telling the truth.

Because he had more
than 500 kronor to show for it.

But he did come
from America, though.

Yes, but he was an honest man
and not a liar.

But he certainly was a bastard.

What would you have done?

I wouldn't have bedded her for 500.

You wouldn't?

You would have held out
for a thousand.

That's more like it.

But still I don't know.
- All right.

What if she was...

beautiful?

I don't know.

How about for 2,000?

I guess I might.

Maybe we should check Olof out?

Watch your step, boy!
- You bastard! Scum!

I'll go get help!

Lift the damn thing!

Does it hurt something awful?

Go get a sled, damn you!

Hello!

Come, there's been
an accident at the mill.

It's down there, to the left.

- I hope his innards aren't crushed.
- Hush! And shut down the saw!

Carry him gently.

There.

Ma, Pa -

- We're taking you to a doctor.
- Which one?

To the doctor!
The infirmary. Get moving!

Yes, indeed, the poor lad.

You'll have to make do
until he gets back.

Unless Oskar's condition is serious.

And I reckon you don't want
to lose any time either.

We'll have to be more careful
in the future.

Right.

If you're really careful,
there won't be any accidents.

Except when it can't be helped.

And people still want their lumber.

You have to hope for the best.

Well, it's pointless
to let the mill stand idle.

Not for my sake.

But it seems pointless
for you all to go home.

It's up to you,

but I would prefer
to see the wagon loaded today.

Make do as best you can.

Larsson has missed a few hours,

but I won't be deducting them.

When Larsson gets back,
tell him I won't be docking his pay.

Not at all.

Right, then.

It's big

and it costs at least 2.50.

But this sort of thing only happens once.
For Oskar, at least.

Could you read it, Olof?
My eyesight is poor.

“By way of an accident,
our gracious Lord

has seen fit to call
our beloved son and brother home...

Oskar Emanuel Larsson.

Born January 27, 1902.

Died February 3, 1916.

Johan and Lovisa Larsson,
née Pettersson,

Lars, Anna, Britta,

Karl, Stina and Gustaf.”

I hope you're careful.

I've been thinking...

I'd like to move on up at the mill.

This job isn't for me.

So you want others
to do the dirty work, then?

Put your back into it!

Turn out the damn light!

“lch muss, du musst -”

You'd be better off taking English.

That's the ticket if you want
to go to America, or be a sailor.

Things would be better
if people couldn't read.

IMMACULATE PERCEPTION

Now they all turn
into socialist bastards instead.

I knew this fellow
who spent his nights reading.

A THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS

He went crazy.

You need higher education
to handle things like that.

MARX'S THEORY OF VALUE

MONARCHY'S DEFENSE

THE CONQUEST OF BREAD

Well, well.
You're making progress.

Goodness, you've managed to bring up
two or three sack in half a day.

You're a busy bee.

- It's 15 sacks.
- Fifteen sacks!

Big ones too, I gather?

Yes, filled to the brim.

So, you're one of those.
I should have figured that out.

Don't stand there like a fool.
Pick up the sack.

No.

Watch it. I won't tolerate
behavior like that at my mill.

I don't give a damn.

You could stay the full day, you know.
There's no hurry.

No, I'm going now.

Take a seat.

I'd planned that you
would start operating the saw.

You could stay on for the summer.
- No.

- We'll include this last hour too.
- That won't be necessary.

Not for a well-off man like yourself.

Maybe you don't even want to be paid
for your priceless efforts?

If that's how you want it.

- How old are you?
- I'll be 16 this summer.

- Can you handle the job?
- Yes.

- I'm the proprietor.
- Yes, Mr. Proprietor.

I'm the boss.

Yes, Mr. Proprietor, sir.

Your job is to sell bonbons. Candy.

Your pay is 15 kronor a month
plus lodging.

You will take tickets as well,

and bring in firewood
for the restaurant.

Later on...

well, you might even
become a projectionist.

Yes, Mr. Proprietor, sir.

It's an Ernemann.

- Where are you off to?
- Just to pay someone a visit.

I'm going to start working
at the Temperance Cafe'.

THE TWO BROTHERS

SALVATION ARMY

THE WORLD WAR
AND THE WORKING MAN

Tell me...

have you had any education?

It's not all that easy.
You have to make an effort.

Why do some people put their knives
in their mouths? They lack education.

Why do others wipe their feet
on the doormat?

They're educated.

You can spot an educated man right off.
He's well groomed.

Have you read Strindberg's work?
- Not everything he's written.

That would be asking too much.
I haven't read it all myself.

I'm reading a book about Strindberg.

It's about his life and adventures
both in Sweden and abroad.

A person should
be familiar with Strindberg.

I've been thinking
about placing an order.

How about asking your friends
if they would like some books?

There are history
and astronomy books too.

I don't really know anyone.

You'll meet people
when you sell candy and take tickets.

You need to learn business sense.

The business of this nation
is business.

Well, then, go get the mail.

And remember,
I want you to wear a tie tonight.

Candy!

Bonbons!

That will be fine. Good-bye, then.

Hello?
Hang on a second.

Listen, boy,

wear a tie when you put up posters.

You're representing the company.

I'm back.

No peeking!

Now throw the old one out.

I see you're out having a good time.

How on earth is he going to make it?

You ought to know how it ends,
seeing how you work at a cinema.

- They end up together.
- Really.

You get fed up with movies.

What I really like is philosophy.

Like Nietzsche's views on women.

They may be harsh,
but they have depth.

Like they say in English -

If a person had a bike,
you could go for a ride.

If a person knew how to ride one.

Maria!

- Stop, you blasted fool!
- Why don't you?

- Didn't I tell you to stop?
- Go to hell!

I want some money for coffee.

- I'll give you 25.
- Keep it, I was only kidding.

But I can't keep holding you up.
- We're spilling the glue.

A global revolution is the only way.

Unless the clergy stands in our way.

True, many of the atrocities of war
lie at their doorstep.

And clergymen and military men
lead working men to the slaughter,

but I don't think
they'll obstruct its course.

If I wasn't an anarchist, I'd propose
that all clergymen be put to death.

But I'm against bloodshed
of any kind in principle.

Neither a man nor a penny
to the military.

Persuasion is the only way.

- What if they won't budge?
- I have one thing to say.

When the people revolt, the clergy
will not be able to hold them back.

In theory, that is.

When I used to drink,

my dazed senses
could make me believe in violence.

That's changed.

You need to keep
a clear head, you know.

I've given up smoking and drinking.

My only habits are coffee and women.

Women, every last one of them.

What about them?

I never leave a woman untouched.

Both in Norway and here at home,
I've had my share.

Even some in high places.

I don't go to hookers.
I have steady girlfriends.

To take care of my body.

You don't make them pregnant, though.

An enlightened man
takes precautions.

Miss, check please.

The modern dilemma
is one of communication.

After the revolution,
this will change.

In America they whip out a gun
and shoot people like that.

And in South America
they slit their throats.

I once saw -
- Shut up!

Maria's no good.

Every guy around has had her.

They're sick of her.

I could have told you so,
if only you'd said a word.

I was thinking of going
to have some coffee, or a swim.

All work and no play, you know.

Have you read “Danko's Burning Heart”?

- No.
- Me neither.

But I've heard of it.

Gorky, or whoever it was, wrote it.

It's supposed to be good.

This guy takes his blazing heart
in his hands like a beacon to mankind.

But I bet a heart's
kind of messy to hold.

Listen, that blazing heart of Danko's.

It's symbolic.

The writer means that Danko wants
to sacrifice himself for mankind...

and direct them
to the righteous path.

Like Prometheus...

who went to fetch fire and truth.

Didn't he roll stones?

That was Sisyphus.

It's probably symbolic,
that Danko business.

But the bottle must've figured in.

If somebody tears their symbolic heart
out of their symbolic chest

holding it like a torch,
that person is drunk.

You can bank on it.

Maybe he was drunk
on fine wines, but still.

Everyone knows that only the struggle,
strong organizations,

and historical and economic
development are the key.

That's the whole picture.

You need to keep a clear head.
- A swim will be refreshing.

Damn, if only
I had Maria here right now.

You've grown.

I hope you get decent food.

Hey, take care of your clothes.

Will you be staying on there?
- I'll see.

Don't travel too far,
and don't associate with ruffians.

Be cautious with liquor as well.
Have you tried it?

No.

And disease.

There are lots of diseases
you can catch out there.

I'm mighty pleased you don't have
to wear yourself out, though.

But are the theater and the pictures
all that dependable?

Maybe you should apply for a job
with the railroad company.

Come in,
and shut the door behind you.

Why is it so darn dark?

No, don't.
I'm not well, you see.

- Is it your chest?
- No, I wish it was.

There was this woman.

I should have known.

She wanted money.

She tried to get 10 kronor off me,

but went down to five.

She got all I had,
then she spread her legs.

I gave her a bit more
than three kronor. 3.25, I think.

It wasn't expensive,
and it sure lasted.

You did go see the doctor, I hope.

No, I asked some
other people who'd had it.

And I went out and got a syringe
and all the right stuff.

Who wants to see a doctor
and get a scolding?

This is the first time it's happened.

They might send you away someplace.

What do you think?

You'd better see a doctor.

I can go and talk to him,
if you like.

Hell, no!

Good evening.

Not in here.

Good evening. Welcome.

How nice.

I see you have a new job.
Do you like it?

Would you look at that?

Now we're talking.

A gun would've come in handy.
What a shame!

- Who is that?
- That's “Lasse from Västerås.”

Lasse from Västerås?
Tell him to be quiet.

I don't want to sell candy anymore.

You can be an usher.
Forslund is leaving us.

Go clean yourself up.

So, now you're going
to be a projectionist.

You're going to tour
with Mr. Larsson here as your boss.

- I'm just plain Larsson.
- Mr. Larsson.

Larsson will do.

Right.

- He's 16.
- You do know how to run a projector?

Yes indeed, Larsson.

That's right.
The lad's bright and alert.

It's a road show,

with a Pathé projector,
the kind you crank.

The limelight kind.

Yes indeed,
this will certainly hit the spot.

They don't serve booze here,

but I'm used to life on the road.

Let's be on a first-name basis.

It will make things easier
and more friendly.

Let's not be formal.
Cheers!

Thank you.
- Thanks.

All right, then.

Let's dig in.

The countryside's very scenic.

I wonder if we'll get any patrons.

I generally bring some brandy along.

Let's go look at the river,
and then check out our lodgings.

The company's footing the bill.

Would you like a cigar?

The artistic life is exciting.

So much can happen.

You see new places
and meet new people.

That's what makes life rich and full.

I've been with the circus too,

as a wrestler and a strong man.

I used to load ore up in the mines.
That was a good job.

But life on the road is more fun.

Motion pictures,
that's the shape of things to come.

Yeah, they're a combination
of an and industry.

CINEMA

- Would you happen to have articles?
- Articles?

Like rubber articles.

No.

We don't have any at the moment.

I only have enough
to cover my personal needs.

Maybe next time?

What about pictures?

Pictures of... naked ladies.

No, we don't.
You get tired of that sort of thing.

I mean, when you
see the real deal all the time.

There you go!
Better luck next time.

Let's check you out. Go!

Oh, my goodness, do it again!

Show us what you're made of.
Let's see those muscles in action.

Well, hello there!

If it isn't Nicke!

That's Olivia, “Queen Olivia.”

I bet you've heard of her.

She's really something else!

She drains the life out of men.

She's like a leech.

But I've been man enough.

I mean, she and I have -

Hello! If it isn't Nicke.

I'm on the road.
We've just had a bite to eat.

- Are you a strong man?
- I show movies.

I see you've come up in the world
in some respects.

And who's this, the help?

Say, could I borrow you?

A frail woman like myself-
- Right, you're so frail.

Where are all your men?

In heaven.

Or in jail, or whatever.

Well?

Well?

Would you sell him to me?

- That's going to cost you, ma'am.
- Ma'am?

I didn't mean to offend you, sonny.

But I could use a man.

And you look fairly grown up
in all respects.

I have a job.
I'm just keeping him company.

- You're keeping the wrong company.
- Behave yourself.

Now, do you have someplace to stay
or do you live like a gypsy?

I was just trying
to get some companionship.

I won't try to take
what you have to offer.

Well, I guess I get to see you then.

Get the machinery ready, boy.
It's almost time for our show.

I humbly request your silence

and your attention.

We live in difficult times.

We-

We live in difficult times.

We live in desperate times,

bitter times.

In times like these, the arts may
provide us with refuge and joy.

And...

culture.

I'm going to take a walk.

I'll probably go to the hotel.

Why don't you go to our lodgings?

Well, my children are gone.

They went to America and died there,

so that left us with lots of room.

Good night, boy.

Good night.

Sure.

No, I'm not that kind of girl.

No, you're a virgin, right?

The virgin Olivia.

- You might wake the boy.
- Who cares?

What's going on here?

Culture!

Culture!

Sure I have kids of my own,

but they aren't up to it.

One's too lazy, another's too fancy,
a third is too scrawny.

And then there's one
that's not quite right,

and one who's doing military service.

And the girls won't sit astride,

and it wouldn't be good
for them anyway.

I bet you're a runaway.

And we'll have to fetch
the sheriff one of these days.

Everyone runs away...

sooner or later.

I expect I'll be doing it myself
one of these days.

It's happened before.

It's hard to resist.

I haven't run away from anything.
I've just completed a tour.

A tour?

Temperance or gambling?

No, motion picture shows.

I'm on vacation.

Vacation.

- Vacation?
- I still think he's on the run.

I don't have to run.

This coffee is very good.
In fact, it's excellent.

You snob.

Do you like it here?

All things considered, it's fine.

I guess they don't have anywhere
to go dancing around here?

I haven't seen anything like that.

And not many young people either.

Saturdays there's dancing
over at the Nilsson's storehouse.

But everyone gets so drunk.

They can't hold their liquor.

Strange that people
can't learn their limit.

In other places -

Have you been to the pictures?

A road show was here last winter.

There, that's nice.

No. Don't!

Oh, for goodness sake.

Maja.

Nothing bad happened.

Everybody -

Stay here.

Education is the route to success.

Without the benefit of knowledge,
a person has little worth.

Education will help us defeat
destitution and poverty.

That's what makes
education so essential.

Well, then.

The day will come
when the search will be on

through yellowed annals of print

To find the very first dawning

of the rise of the working man

That sprung from
a longing for better days

and the starving masses
learned how to fight

Amid sunshine, flowers and song

or so the wise ones say

a joyful tribe will multiply

as our cares doth melt away

I've heard you sell papers
while you put up playbills.

I hope it's not the War Cry.

No, it's not the War Cry.

I have nothing against socialist rags,
but there is a limit.

I'm a radical myself, but you should
never mix business and politics.

Keep in mind that
you represent my company.

I didn't sell them.
I handed them out.

You'll have to stop.
I won't have it.

Then you can go to hell!

You snotty little bastard!

Get out of here!

I won't be treated like this!

It's so I won't catch cold.

Look as much as you like.
It might come in handy later on.

That's from a knife wound.

I nearly died.
It was like having pneumonia.

So, you could say
I've had my share of attention.

That's Gustafsson.

Gustafsson.
He's a member of the society.

Right, then. Tomorrow I'm off.

Swedish boys that sail the seas

SHOOTING GALLERY

I can't stand this.

If I could find some stupid profiteer,
I'd marry him.

Can't you be a profiteer?

This fortune teller gave me a reading,
so I knew you were coming.

Where's the scar?

Not that one, the other one.

I happen to be famous.

Men have always been
crazy about me.

I guess I'd better go then.

Go, run, fly away.

If you're so afraid
that l'll finish you off.

Everyone's always been mean to me.

All my life.

My whole damn life!

Maybe you should go down south.

Down south?

It's the same old crap.

Don't you think I know that?

They pretend to be titled.

They go on about their miserable homes
and their miserable money.

It's not a damn bit better than here.

You don't have a clue.

What do you know, anyway?
That our planet is round?

That's about all you do know.

And guess what? It is flat after all!

Kinder.

Quatsch!

I'm as dumb as a post,
or dead as a doornail.

Ich liebe dich

This curious drive
to mimic what one sees

From where does it spring?

Was it handed down by the apes

Oh, curious flame with the might
to incinerate the soul

no part of the original plan
were you in the garden of paradise

Which proves
that God's chosen people

never saw you as their soul's voice

and create images they find sinful

That they do not feel
the same today

must be due to evolution

The answer I prefer, however

is that art is merely a prop,
a last resort, a stand-in -

Knock it off. lt's depressing.

Makes you feel lousy.

This is going to cost you, ma'am!

Well, here you go.

Have you heard
from the power company?

Yes, I have an appointment
next week with Mr. Ljung.

It's taking such a long time.

There's a lot
to consider and organize.

And it might not pan out after all.

It might not.

“L. Svensson has received reports
from trustworthy observers

that members of this society
have been intoxicated in public.

O. Persson feels these members
have shown poor judgment

not only by getting inebriated,

but by inviting the scorn
of reactionary lackeys.

The matter was considered
to be of minor importance

and was struck from the agenda.

It was decided
that a dance would be arranged.

A poem was read
by the vice secretary.

This concludes the minutes.
0. Persson, vice secretary.”

People say that you had an affair
with a circus princess.

They do?

Some say she ran a shooting gallery.

I've found work here in town.

I expect you'll find yourself
a military man.

I guess they don't roam as much
as some people do.

I'll probably be moving on soon,
working for the power company.

- Goodness, you could burn to death.
- Lt's a risk you have to take.

They say she drank like a fish.

But I wouldn't know.

- Who drank?
- The queen of the shooting gallery.

Right. I wouldn't really know,
but that's what people say.

Listen, you can stay if you like.

You can do what you like.

Redo the other side.

It's impossible
to get rid of this oil, damn it!

It's just a bit worn.

We keep recycling what we wipe.

And on it goes for a hundred years
until you're dead.

For a stinking 40 cents an hour.
Damn capitalist rot!

But one of these days -

Put them up against a wall
and shoot them!

Damned straight.

The organization will back us up.

We'll get what we want in the end.

It's kind of unpleasant, though.

Killing kids
and nailing down people's tongues.

Bolsheviks.

What do people like you
plan to do to people like us?

Take you out and shoot you.

Shoot you.

Kill you. You first!
- What?

(30 jump in a lake.

I'm going to report you.
This is unacceptable!

So, run off and tattle.

We'll shoot you anyway.

Mind your behavior.

Right, and you mind yours.

You blasted Bolshevik!

I don't know about the others,
but I'm a socialist, damn it!

Say, Byberg.
Don't worry, we won't shoot you.

We'll spin the oil out of you,
so the railroad can make a fine profit.

Redo the boiler. It looks like -

Jesus?

It's supposed to gleam!

What a bastard.

What a bastard.

Back to the grease pit.

That's the way to treat them.

Listen, could you spare some food?
There are some hoboes out there.

Thanks.

Are you sharing the same lunch box?

- We're practicing.
- What do you mean, practicing?

For when the revolution comes.

When all the bosses
have starved to death, we'll be eating.

From the communal lunch box.

Nonsense!

Speaking of firing squads,

did you know
they'd set up one in Luleå?

Ten men.

To put traitors up against a wall
and shoot them.

People who sell their own flesh
and blood for pottage.

Ever seen a firing squad, Byberg?

They line up a couple
of yards from you -

Byberg -

Don't worry, your time will come.

All good comes to those who wait.

Children of the heavenly Father

Safely in his bosom gather

Oh, hell.

Out!

- Now listen to me, you bastard!
- Shut up!

I bet your god
is taking notes, Byberg.

Comrades,

you have founded this society to prove

that all human beings are one
and make up mankind.

Everyone is special.

And you are special.

Everything depends on you,
the individual.

Because only you are you.

But man cannot survive on his own.

You need to have faith in the worth
and worthiness of others.

In their -

In their methods.

And in their ability to create
happiness in the face of misery.

You stand here as an individual.

You are what you are.

But you need to connect
with the others.

It's vital.

Right.

We have a list here
that we would like you to sign.

It's a petition to strike.

Shit! Damn it all to hell!

Here they come.

I can't face a lockout.
My wife is ill.

I need to work.

- Our cause is just.
- Think of the future.

If we don't stand up for ourselves,
we won't have a future.

We need to stick together,
or our wages will never go up.

You're letting those capitalists -

Some folks have kids to think of.

And this is a state-owned company.
- Stupid bastards!

You're ignorant and shortsighted!

Stupid bastards.

And you, you're off your rocker!

I've been thinking
of writing an editorial.

You could write one.

Yes.

It would be scientific.

But people don't want
to read anything deep.

It's moonshine.

It's not bad.

I've had worse.
- Picture the following...

that everyone here
was speaking Esperanto.

Right.

I forgot what I was going to say.

It was about Esperanto.

That's right.

If everyone spoke Esperanto.

Now wouldn't that be a step
in the right direction?

Olof, you'd better go home.

Come.

Just wait here a minute,
and l'll see you home.

Bloody hell!

THE SEVENTEENTH CANTO

THE RETURN OF ULYSSES

I'm going to torch the whole place.

The theater and you.

A conceited bastard like you
deserves a bullet in the chest.

It's all gone to hell
with the shooting gallery and -

But Olivia is not a quitter.

Olivia never gives up.

Did you know they call me
“Queen Olivia”?

You'd better believe it.
I'll never give up!

I don't understand myself.

I didn't even like the man,
but he was persistent.

And I got drunk.

I'm unhappy-

What the hell.

Come here.

I just wanted you to thank me.

Seeing as I taught you the ropes.

Someone's waiting for me.

Now don't you look nice!

By this time tomorrow,
you'll be well on your way.

My dear child,
your ears will get frostbitten.