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It's like this: my divorce...

when it was done, I just felt, "Who am I?"

- Are you a conservative now? - No.

I used to be part of a whole.

Everything I've said on the tax issue...

One body, one breath, one heart.

We pay a lot of money each year.

Where does the money go?

Do we think that it goes to the right place?

If you think that way, it'll happen.

But you're contradicting yourself!

Just now. You want to back the libraries. With what money?

Do you know who came out of there?

- Klas �stergren. - Oh, you're kidding!

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, dear Lena!

Happy birthday to you!

Let's give four cheers for Lena.

40, and still horny as a teenager.

- Four cheers! - Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

Now blow them out.

- Let's hoist her! - God, what are you thinking?

And up! Up! Up!

- Happy birthday! - Thank you!

- Bobo, wait! Are you leaving? - Yes, I'm going to my room.

No, don't be such a bore. Stay! I love having you here.

You're so pretty, sweetheart. Your hair is so pretty.

- My daughter cut her own hair! - It is such a good cut on you.

- Lena. - It really brings out your face.

Yes, your face stands out much more.

Lena.

You should let her go.

Bye, sweetheart!

No, I swear. My mom is the worst. She's such a pain!

She showed me off and talked about my hair

so that everyone heard.

My parents are worse. They're crazy.

They're cool, at least.

- Cool? So is your mam. - She ruins everything.

Embarrassing!

Okay, listen to them.

You'll see that they're not cool at all.

- But I'm not going to wash this. - Yes, you are.

It's not fair that I do the laundry.

You're the one who booked it.

So? I don't necessarily have to do the laundry too.

Oh, come on, you booked it. I have other things to do.

No, you don't have anything to do.

I booked it, so...

- What do you want? - Bobo is listening in on you.

Hello, Bobo. This is us.

This is what it's like at our place.

Just because I book the laundry room,

I shouldn't have to do the laundry!

I'm in love and all crazy, in love and all crazy...

I'm such a lucky little kid, I feel so honored

To grow up in your lap is a privilege few are entitled to

So thanks to my mother and father, thanks to my teachers

And thanks to all of us, all of the lucky ones

But Sweden, Sweden... motherland, Sweden, Sweden... motherland

Tell me, is it really true?

WE ARE THE BEST!

I've been taught to say thank you for the food

And I've been taught that I feel fine, I feel fine, I feel fine...

I can't make them big.

Guys, listen.

"When coal and oil are burned, carbon dioxide propagates. "

Yuck, disgusting! What is that in your hair?

- Quit it. - Is that egg?

- No, it's not egg. - So what is it?

- It's soap. - Soap?

Don't you know that's dangerous to use on your hair!

You can get fungus.

- Will you just stop? - It's true.

Stop it. It's not funny. "When coal and oil"...

I mean, I don't get it.

Punk's dead. Didn't you know that?

- It's not dead. - Ask my brother. He was a punk.

Until punk died. You look like a punk at least.

It's such a shame. You could be super cute

if you'd just fix yourself up... Stop looking like that, I mean.

Oh, be quiet.

She doesn't even have real punk hair.

- What are you doing? - I can't stand this.

But it's a really important issue.

Yeah, but I can't stand this.

She doesn't have real punk hair.

How did you become best friends? Why would you want to be with...

Oh, just shut up!

Nuclear power is a really important issue.

Science says that all plants will have meltdowns

and they will build nuclear power plants everywhere, get it?

Do you know what happens when you die from a meltdown?

- No. - No, and we don't care.

The skin turns black and falls off.

Do you get how much that will hurt?

Where are we going?

Just go! And grab our stuff!

Fucking retards, you're going to die!

- I'll get you, damn it! - Stop it!

Stop. What are we going to do? This is so boring!

- Let's go to your place. - No, to yours.

No, forget it. Promise... Say that we'll go to your place.

I don't want to.

Let's go finish building the world at the Youth Center.

Now! Come on!

- No. - Yes, yes, yes.

He's kinda hot. Why would he offer something like that?

Hi there!

Ew...

Stop throwing! You were going to bake, not throw dough.

Anders!

No more ping-pong this week!

- We are baking! - And there are rules to follow!

We need sawdust everywhere, from dead buildings.

This building has burnt down. Everything has exploded!

- Here, here, here. - Everything is dying.

A rotten head... all black, so the skin falls off.

Lots of blood.

More, more! Everything will be ruined.

- Look at the dog throwing up. - Let's set it on fire.

- Whoa, that's fast! Look. - Oh, nasty! Look, it's just...

- It's on fire, it's on fire! - And she dies.

It's the third world war!

Guys, look at this!

Damn!

The prettiest girls in town.

I'm getting so horny!

- God, you're ugly. - Damn.

What the hell?

- Ow, my head! - I can't accept this.

No, this is...

Please, just ask them to turn it down.

People are getting headaches.

- Seriously... - Just a little!

I'm busy after that dough war.

That's not our fault.

No, but I have to clean it up. You're not going to.

- Just turn it down! - There's a list back there.

That says you can't turn it down'?

When you sign up...

no, just listen. When you sign up for a spot on that list,

you have the right to play music in there.

If they won't turn it dawn, we want to play too. Now!

- You want to play too? - Yes, we...

We have a band too.

- You have a band? - Yes!

Great! Why didn't you say so? How long have you played?

Awhile.

- We want to play now. - Now.

- Wednesday. - And it's after 7:00.

- Damn. It's available right now. - They forgot to sign up.

- Look. - It's empty so we're signing up.

Well, that can't be right. They probably just forgot.

It's Wednesday after 7:00, so we can book this time.

But they're playing...

If they forgot to sign up, then...

They probably just forgot today.

Rules are rules.

Roger!

- We have a situation. - You have to call your friend?

Iron Fist here... They forgot to sign up.

We booked the time, so it's our right to play.

- You're right, but... - It's our right.

Yeah, it's our right. We can play how loud we want.

Take it easy, Kenneth. I agree with you.

If you've signed up, the time is yours.

If you didn't sign up on the list,

others have the right to step in.

- That damn list. - Right.

- What, did they sign up? - Yes, on an empty slot.

This is our rehearsal.

I'm sorry. That's the way it is.

But we play every Wednesday.

The list is there because there are rules

and to prevent total chaos.

- What the hell? - The pen is always right there.

- Screw them! Let's go! - Can they play?

Hey, be quiet! Quiet! Come on.

- What the hell? - Listen up! Seriously.

Just let them try.

Let them try. Show them that you...

- They can't just steal our time! - But you didn't sign up.

- We're rehearsing. Idiots! - Seriously.

- You're dead! - No no no. Nobody's dying here.

- Fucking cunts! - Language! That's unacceptable.

Be adults here!

Do you even have any instruments?

- Aren't there any here? - You're not using ours!

We used to have a guitar, but it broke.

But we have a bass and drums.

- Good, we play bass and drums. - Okay.

Good. Go on in, girls.

Seriously, you're dead!

No, cut it out! Enough of that. Democracy.

The drums have no cords, right?

How do you play?

Keep going!

The prettiest girls in town

The prettiest girls in town!

Boo!

What the hell? Come on, let's go.

Hello?

Mom?

Mom?

HI BOBO! I'M STAYING AT LASSE'S. FISH STICKS IN THE FREEZER.

LOVE YOU!

- Are they biting? - No.

You're trying to trick the fish into believing

they can eat that.

- What are you using? - A worm.

- Did you hook it yourself? - Yes.

- Was it difficult? - Yes. It wriggled a little.

- Are your ears still ringing? - Yes.

Mine too. What if we ruined our hearing?

No, it's actually been proven that if your ears ring,

it means you hear well.

I actually heard that it's true...

ringing means good hearing.

Are you sure?

It's a proven fact.

Okay. We should have a real band.

I know, we really should.

- It was so much fun! - So much fun.

- I want to play the bass. - So do I.

But you were so good on the drums.

You were so much better than me.

- Really? - You were great.

Seriously though, let's start a band.

Yes, seriously. For real.

Hi.

Hi.

I thought you were staying at Lasse's.

No, things changed.

Are you sad?

It's over with Lasse.

Oh...

Can I do anything?

Do you want tea? Hot chocolate?

No, I'm fine.

- You're a good kid. - But... did you eat?

It's important to eat,

or you'll be weary, tired and sad.

- I ate earlier. I'm fine. - Do you want an aspirin?

- You could get the phone for me. - The phone?

Then we had sex, and I thought everything was fine. But then...

I'm lying at home in my bed on this perfectly normal day

There are thousands of people, but I'm all alone here

My body's screaming for sleep, but my brain says no

Thinking that I'll never again meet someone like you...

Come on, red team, alternate! Three in, three out.

Come on!

Get up. You have to get up and play.

You can't just sit there.

- Can someone alternate? - Here!

Come here. Go on!

Come on! Look out for your mates and work together!

- Come on, give it to me! - Good!

Nice!

You passed it to the other team.

- Are you stupid or something? - What difference does it make?

But he was wearing a red band. You saw that, right?

You didn't see the red?

It makes no difference at all. It's just a ball.

I actually agree with them. There are rules.

Don't play if you don't care.

You should do something else instead.

Just go die somewhere!

How would I know the teams?

- The red band! - You're not taking it seriously.

That means you can't join, so you get to jog 10 laps.

Go ahead!

There are more important things!

Keep playing, and you jog...

- Okay, fine! Bye! - Yeah, bye.

- That's good. - That could be a song.

"Makes no difference at all, it's just a ball. "

- It's actually good. - You're not jogging!

- That's awesome. - Let's think of more.

"The children in Africa are dying. "

Come on!

"Nature is fully polluted,

"but you only care about the recruited.

"Children cry and scream, you only care about

your soccer team. "

- That's not jogging, girls. Jog! - Yeah, "soccer team. "

That's great! Awesome!

- Borg, forge. - Morgue.

"The world is a morgue, but you're watching Bj�rn Borg. "

We should play our song at the Fall Concert.

That's only a few days away.

We'll make it if we really want to.

"We dedicate this song to our beloved PE teacher. "

"Hate the sport, hate the sport!"

Your team is winning, oil companies are sinning

- Hate the sport, time to abort! - Abort? What?

- You know, abort the sport. - No one will get that. I didn't.

That's the difference between punk and regular,

commercial disco.

You have to use your brain. Disco is just...

no!

- Can I jam with you? - No! Leave!

Let's just play. Please, Klara?

No, get out. You're embarrassing.

- This is really important. - I feel I can contribute.

- Let's go. One, two, three. - Contribute?

No! What are you doing? Stop!

Just sing!

- Hate the sport, hate the sport! - I like the groove.

- You're really good, Bobo! - Definitely.

Get out! Hello? Get out of here!

Just go. Stop it!

No! Tell him, it's not funny!

Kalle, we'll start our own orchestra.

This is punk! Get out!

Hate the parents, hate the parents!

Abort all of the parents!

- Lena. - Hi, it's Bobo.

Bobo? Hi, sweetheart. I thought you were asleep.

Umm, no.

- Where are you? - At Kiara's.

I'm sorry, I was so sure you were here.

My little darling.

I just wanted to tell you that we...

we're not quite done with our math homework,

so I wanted to ask if I could spend the night?

At Kiara's?

Well, yes, I suppose. But you'll get up in time?

- Bathroom? - In the hallway.

- Who's there? - No, it's just a friend.

- Is that Lasse? - No, it's not Lasse. A friend.

Did you do all your homework?

No, that's why I'm staying over.

Oh, right. Sorry, sweetheart.

So you're staying over at Kiara's.

Okay, that's fine. Sleep tight!

Right.

- Love you! See you tomorrow. - Okay, bye!

Right, a new guy again.

Good for her, I guess.

God, I look...

I hate my hair.

- I like it. - I don't even look like a punk.

- A punk? Of course you do. - No, I don't.

- Yeah, you do. - I look like a troll.

- A troll? - Yes.

No, you don't. You look really good.

Yeah, I do.

So what kind of hair do you want?

- Like a mohawk. - A mohawk?

- I can cut a mohawk! - Not exactly like yours, but...

- Right, but a mohawk. - You look good as you are.

- You have to brush now? - Be quiet, Klara.

You look great. Your hair is great.

Just be yourself.

I can show you how to spike it a little.

- She's getting a mohawk. - No, she's not. You want me to?

Just get a little soap, like this.

God, he's so...

Your hair is just boring, clich�.

She should be unique.

You can twist it like this,

and it'll stand up.

You can do that all over.

If you do this, it'll be kind of like spikes.

So you sort of twist it.

Do you like it?

I can't even get them on. "Hi, I'm Bobo,

and I have a bad haircut. "

"I hate my hair, so I'll let Kiara's idiotic brother help me,

- and he's all stupid and gross. " - Why are you so mean?

- He's cool. - Linus? Cool?

He's just nice to you, not to me.

He's not?

No. And he deserted punk.

He only listens to Joy Division.

It's not that bad.

It's crap. He even knew Mongo in Incest Brothers.

He did?

Yes. And now he just dislikes it.

When he knew him, if he did.

That'll be great.

We're in a little bit of a hurry though, so let's get on with it.

Hi, Gunnel. Bobo and I wrote a song,

and we wanted to...

we're late, but we'd like to join.

No, it's too late.

- The program is full. - But it's about our PE teacher.

Well, that's just the way it is.

- So what are we supposed to do? - Come back next year.

- Let's just leave. - Everybody in?

Screw the Fall Concert. They're all dorks.

I wish they'd all die in a fire.

We're too good anyway.

If we can't play the Fall Concert,

I don't want a band.

There's an interview in KP with the band Sabotage.

"At our school, they say punk's dead, but it's not,"

according to Mackan.

"Disco is boring and commercial,"

says Elis, guitarist.

That's exactly what it's like. We have to keep fighting.

We can't quit the band now.

I don't want a band if we can't play.

- There's no point. - Screw the Fall Concert!

- We're too good for it anyway. - We're not. We can't even play.

- Sure we can. - I can't play bass

and you can't play drums.

- I'm falling asleep. - I can't watch this!

This sucks!

One, two, three.

And not just three balls,

- but one, two, three empty cups. - You're boring!

You're one to talk?

I'm not cheating, there's a ball under each cup.

Except for this one.

Prelude from Sonata in D minor

by Sylvius Leopold Weiss.

Every damn year...

- Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! - Be quiet!

Why does she keep performing when everyone boos her?

She's actually pretty good. Shame she's playing that crap.

Klara.

- I just thought of something. - What?

You're messed up for thinking that. She's a Christian!

- We need someone to teach us. - I can play!

We'll influence her away from God.

What do you mean, "influence"?

You know,

get her to think more freely and differently, like us.

- Her? - Yes.

Well, you do have a point. That's what punk's all about,

influencing people, like us singing "Hate the sport. "

We hate sport and want others to hate it as well.

- Exactly. - Or... yeah.

Right. And I think it's political of us

to hang out with the less fortunate.

She doesn't seem to have many friends, always eating alone.

Right, it's really political to stand up for the weak.

- It's a bit like... - Exactly.

If she won't stop being a Christian, we'll kick her out.

- Come on, talk to her. - I don't know what to say.

- You do it! Go! - No.

Hi! Are these seats available?

- Yes. - Cool.

Right.

You were really good at the concert.

Yeah, you were great.

Thanks.

Uhm... you're welcome.

Be quiet!

We thought you were really good...

and the idiots who were shouting, they were so wrong.

- We're truly on your side. - For sure.

What we really wanted to say was...

that we have a band.

- And we... - And we think you're so good

that we'd like you to play with us.

We haven't played for very long and don't have much experience.

- We could use some help. - If you'd like to join.

- Is this a joke, or what? - This is not a joke.

No, we think you're great.

- Seriously? - You're great.

- Just try! - Please?

You have to. There's no choice, this is fate.

We thought you could show us some easy stuff.

- We wrote a song. - I want you to hear something.

- Like chords? - Yes, chords.

- Just let me listen. - Do you have the melody?

- It's not all done. - Well, I can teach you...

Here, listen to this. It's really good!

- What is it? - A song by Ebba Gr�n.

Ebba Gran? Why?

- Is this your song? - No.

This isn't what I'm teaching you?

Which song is it?

"Hang God. "

It's really good. Cut it out, Bobo!

Let's not listen to that.

That's mine! This is unnecessary.

- It's good, right? - Give it to me!

It's mine! Don't pull that out.

- This is mine. - Look at what you're doing.

- What song was that? - It's called "Hang God. "

It's about hanging God, because he's a fascist.

- But it is a Christian song. - Are we doing our song, or what?

If you want to hang God,

he has to exist, or you couldn't hang him.

So they believe in God and must be Christian.

- Let's play ours now. - So you have the melody?

We play it, not differently but...

Hate the sport, hate, hate, hate the sport

People die and scream

But all you care about is your high-jump team

Children in Africa are dying

But you're all about balls flying

Hate the sport, yeah!

- So? It's good, right? - Yes. I don't like sport either.

Right, but did you... What did you think?

You sing and play in different keys.

It's better if you...

- Damn, that's good! - Hate the sport.

Hate the sport.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three, four.

- Good! - That's so much better!

Hate the sport, hate the sport

- Hate, hate, hate the sport! - Yeah.

- Oops. - That sounds really good!

- Great! - One, two, three, four...

Hate the sport, hate the sport

Hate, hate, hate the sport

Hate, hate the sport

The sport!

So what are chords?

You play many tones at once, you hit them at the same time

- and they make a harmony. - What the hell is that?

It's just garbage. Don't open it.

But what is it?

- It could be worth money. - Yeah, right. Are you crazy?

- It's a bunch of yarn. - In this one too.

It belongs to someone else. You can't take them.

Who'd leave two bags in the street?

They've been here for ages.

- We'll take them. - Put them back, please.

We can use them for something.

Will you help me? We can sell them.

It's really heavy. And wet.

- It's soaking wet. - Let's put them back.

Jesus.

Dragon eggs or something. Let's break them!

- What are they for? - A hot dog.

- With ketchup. - And mustard!

Oh, this was a bit long. Anyone hungry?

They must all die! All of them!

The brains are falling out.

Kill them! Die. Ow!

- Ow. What do I do? - Let me see.

There's so much blood! Look at it!

No, there's really not.

- Breathe, just breathe. - Just let me look at it.

What am I going to do? What am I going to do?

I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

- Relax, relax! - We'll just rinse it.

- We'll rinse it. - It hurts!

Should I call an ambulance? You'll get tetanus.

- What's that? - A shot.

I don't want a shot!

- Do you want to die? - No, I don't!

- I want to... - We have to clean it.

- Ow, this will hurt so bad. - Relax.

- It hurts! It stings so badly. - You just need a bandage.

- Ow! It stings so bad. - Don't worry.

Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, we'll just wash the blood off.

- You'll be fine. - Ow. I'm going to die.

- Ow. - There, there.

Ow, it hurts.

I don't want to die.

- Hello! - Oh, hi.

- Hi! - Hi.

- It's good to see you. - You too.

- Shall we? - Sure.

- Here I am with the chicken. - Chicken. My, my.

- Bobo, did you wash your hands? - No.

So go wash them.

- It looks great. - Oh, thanks!

- It's a conference. - Oh, okay.

It's mainly about the 19th century and new findings.

- I have to go to Kiara's. - What, now?

Yes, to study.

But we're having dinner with Dad.

We're studying for a math test on Monday.

It's really important.

But it's Friday, Bobo.

It's a lot and she's helping me.

- Is Klara a classmate? - Yes, she's in my class.

Dad can help you! He knows math.

But Klara and I have plans.

I promised I'd come.

Why doesn't Klara come here? Yes!

- She can help make dessert. - No, she's waiting for me.

Klara is babysitting her brother as her parents aren't home.

But you never see each other.

No, we'll make dessert and eat it.

- But... if she's promised. - Daddy isn't here very often.

It's fine by me.

- Well, I think it's... - I'll see him tomorrow.

What? Should we have dessert alone?

Screw dessert.

Of course we can't screw dessert!

No, we'll do it this way.

- Let's have it now then. - Sure, my thoughts exactly.

Have some dessert and then you can go to Kiara's.

But hey, dessert will be nice, don't you think?

Come on, come on!

But you had tickets. Klara!

Get out of here, Klara!

If you drink this, you'll be chill.

Your sister is really cute.

Why the hell is Klara here?

- This music sucks. - Come on, Klara!

We're just cleaning up!

One, two, three.

- Ew, that's disgusting! - Your brain cells are dying.

That's only when you mix. We're not mixing.

We're drinking wine.

- No, we're not. - Wine and beer.

Right, this is wine, that's beer.

But that's only two.

You're not fully grown. You're ruining your brain cells.

We're not mixing. It's fine.

What if Social Services show up?

- Wait, I need bubbles. - Children can't drink alcohol.

What if a neighbor calls the police? It's illegal.

- Well, I'm leaving. - No, stay!

- Damn it, Bobo! Get the glass! - Shit! Yes.

How do we get it up? We have to wipe it up.

No, not with that!

Fine. We'll use this, it's paper.

- I'm going to go. - No, Hedvig!

Wait, Hedvig! Wait. Please, Hedvig!

Stay a little while longer!

- Please, Hedvig. - We should get you a guitar.

We thought you'd be so boring.

Christian all the time, like "God. "

- But you're so nice! - We thought you'd pray at lunch.

Yeah, no one wanted to or could be with you because you prayed.

No, stop it! Let go! Here, try some.

Please. No.

Close your eyes and open your mouth.

"Vino Tinto, Espanol:

The Wine & Spirits Central. " Sit down!

No.

Okay, so it's not tasty, but it's good.

Sit down! Bobo!

- Drink it all! - Well, I'm leaving now. Bye!

- You're boring. - Hedvig.

This music is so damn good! Oops, oh my.

- Whoa! Jesus! - Whoa whoa!

- What the hell? - You have great taste in music.

You should listen to different music.

Klara only likes punk.

You should mix it up, not just listen to one thing

or it will be boring. You should listen to different...

- Are you okay? - What? Of course I am.

- She seems drunk. - Where is Klara? Did she drink?

No, we didn't drink at all.

But you're drinking beer and wine and smoking.

There's so much smoke.

- Yeah, but we're not 12. - Me neither. I'm not 12. I'm 13.

How are you feeling? Do you want a glass of water?

I can tell that you've been drinking.

Did not!

- Yeah, you did. - So did you, damn it.

- Can I just sit here? - No, Bobo. Come on.

What the hell? Klara, did you drink all of this?

- Klara? Wake up! - Why?

- Wake up. - I am awake.

Don't you understand?

Mom and Dad are going to kill us both.

What are you doing? Stop it! Just leave them.

I'll take this so you don't drink more.

Fucking conservative!

- You stay in here. - Fucking fascist!

- You too, Bobo. - Right.

- Stay in here. Okay? - Fucking cop! Damn it.

- He's so cute. - What?

- Who? Linus? - Yes.

Are you in love with Linus?

You can't be in love with a 16-year-old.

- Linus? You can't be! - A little, maybe. Why not?

- He's 16, Bobo. - So?

Bobo and Klara, leave!

Stop! Let me go! Bobo!

- Get a grip, Klara! Get down. - I don't want to.

Come on, Bobo! You're all after me.

Go to your room.

You can't be out here.

- Klara, calm down! - No!

- Not on my records, damn it! - Shit.

- Aw, hell. - Bobo?

I'll get a rag.

Are you okay, Bobo? Get out, Klara!

- No, I'll... let's go to my room. - This is your fault.

- No, it's not! Bobo. - Yes. Do you want this?

I'm never gonna get a boyfriend.

Sure you will.

They think I'm ugly and disgusting.

No, they don't.

Yes, Linus thinks so at least.

He doesn't think that.

Klara, I threw up on his records.

Well, he put them on the floor.

Everyone thinks I'm a freak.

In elementary school,

you were invited to all the parties, but I wasn't.

- That's not true. - Yes, it is.

Say one good thing about my life.

You're in the world's greatest band.

I guess that's one thing, but that's all there is.

You have a friend that really likes you.

Two friends, actually.

That's all you need.

No! Stop it! Please, stop.

We should play that in our band.

No, forget it!

Okay, I'll do another one.

I'm lying at home in my bed, on this perfectly normal day...

- it's "Six Zero Two"! - The best song in the world.

Where did you learn that? Awesome!

My body's screaming for sleep, but my brain says no

Thinking that I'll never again meet someone like you

Give my head a good shake and magnify my pupil

You showed me a place where people do what the hell they please...

- We'll never be that good. - Sure.

The police came, they shouted, spat and struck me down

That was the day before yesterday when I was waiting for you...

Shit, damn, fuck it to hell. We'll never be that good.

"It's okay to stand here"

They said, "Get out, you rat," and I asked why

So now I'm beaten black and blue all through and through

So please take me to the place where people do what they please

I saw you die last fall, and I think I'll follow you

But I am only 21, and you turned 23...

- I don't know any more lyrics. - That was beautiful.

- That was so damn good! - I'm crying. So good!

Me too, almost. We'll never do that.

Stop, of course we will.

- How long have you played? - Four years.

- See? It takes a while. - I won't wait four damn years.

- Stop swearing. - Not four years.

Wait, it's out of tune.

What do you mean, out of tune?

- I can't tell the difference. - Let's do this! Come on!

Hate the sport, hate the sport

Hate, hate, hate the sport

People die and scream

But all you care about is your high-jump team

Children in Africa are dying

But you're all about balls flying

Hate the sport, hate the sport

Hate, hate, hate the sport

Hate the sport, hate the sport

Hate, hate, hate the sport!

You have money, we have none. You should share with the poor.

Without money, you can't buy anything here.

- But we're hungry! - Can we just go?

- It doesn't work like that. - Oh, come on!

No. You have to understand how this works.

- You make tons from hamburgers. - I won't discuss this.

No money, no food. It's as simple as that.

- Just some fries! - No, just stop it.

- Let's just go. - We're hungry.

Next, please.

- You have to help the poor. - No.

Share! Or are you a conservative?

Have you ever heard of solidarity?

We're so hungry!

- Take this and leave! - Thank you so much! Bye!

- This is my sister Johanna. - Hi. I'm Klara.

- Hi. I'm Bobo. - Hi.

There, I'm off now then. How nice of you to help babysit.

- Very sweet. Bye, darling. - Bye.

Hedvig will put you to bed. Kiss!

Mm. Bye.

- That's a nice drawing. - Bye.

- Bye, sweetheart. Have fun. - Bye.

- Have fun at the theater. - Thanks. Bye-bye!

Bye-bye.

Oh, and don't forget to turn off the stove. Okay? Bye-bye!

Bye.

- Damn, this was good! - Don't swear, Klara.

Why do you care? You're so sensitive!

I don't get the whole God thing.

How can you believe in something you haven't seen or met?

Klara, people believe in things without proof.

Many things exist but aren't visible.

Like what?

Nuclear radiation. You said so.

You believe in God now?

No, but some things can't be seen, but they still exist.

Emotions can't be touched.

Is it two against one now?

Johanna, do you believe in God too?

- I don't get it. Why? - Stop.

You're little. You can believe in God. But Bobo, you can't!

- It's my decision, not yours. - Three against one.

No, Bobo doesn't believe in God. Do you? You can't ever!

Faith is a choice. Right?

- No. - What do you believe in?

Well, I don't believe in God. I believe in ketchup.

Best ever!

- God, that's a lot! - Oops.

It... when we're done, you'll have a real...

Ruin the hair? You just brush it.

This is going to look so great! It will just be awesome.

- Soap! I'll use soap. - Or toothpaste.

- No! - We can try it.

- A bit more here! - Please.

Check it out now. Look!

We should spray it, so it keeps.

Wait, wait, wait. I have to think about it.

- It'll look great. - It really will. I promise.

I don't know about Mom...

- Screw your mom. - Yeah, what does she care?

As long as you're happy.

It's your hair. You're not a little kid anymore.

- Have you cut hair before? - My baby brother's.

It'll be super. You'll look so good.

He's really happy.

Don't worry! You'll look great. Here, hold my hand.

- There. - Here it is! Here's the hair.

- The first bit's off. - Hedvig, it's really nice.

There. God. Bye-bye, hair!

- Her hair is cut! - Make it shorter.

And we have to cut this, because you didn't have a razor.

What happened? Did you get scared?

You grazed my ear.

Be careful!

I grazed it. I didn't cut it off.

- Good! What do you think? - It looks nice.

Do you really think so?

It just takes some getting used to.

It will grow back out, you know.

Do you really think she liked it?

I think so.

You think?

Of course she did. It looked great.

"Hate the sport" isn't enough. We need another song.

Right. We could do one on, like...

sort of the rich and the poor, you know?

- Do you know what I mean? - No, get out.

- Well... - This is important!

...you're in trouble now.

- What? Just go. - Hedvig's mom just called.

- What did she do? - Leave. Get out, Kalle!

Kalle can stay. She said that you force-cut Hedvig's hair.

She considers it abuse

and thought about reporting you to the police.

Shit, shit, shit. She said that?

Yes, she did.

- Damn it. - You're in trouble.

Yes.

Why are you laughing?

It's funny. You can't report people

because you don't like your haircut.

It's not funny!

You're both going over tomorrow.

Can't you do it?

My dear friend, I didn't force-cut her daughter.

Just explain that it's supposed to look like that, the hair.

What if she kills us?

Calm her down. Hedvig's mom is sad.

Here's some tea.

- You're in 7th grade? - Yes.

- Do you like it? - Yeah, it's fun. Thanks.

- Sugar or milk? - No thanks, I'm fine.

- You sure? - Okay, I'll have some milk.

- It's right there. Klara? - Some milk as well.

There are biscuits and cookies...

so help yourselves.

Right. You know that I'm considering

reporting you to the police.

But if we can reach an agreement,

that would be better. Don't you agree?

Right, so here's what I was thinking: I'd really like

for you to start believing in God and become Christians.

So I want you to come to church with me...

for a few Sundays.

If you agree to do that,

I will not report you to the police.

You can't do that.

You can't force us to go to church.

No. You're right.

I can't force you.

Does this situation seem familiar?

I don't think so.

It's a pretty uncomfortable situation, isn't it?

I definitely think so.

But... does it remind you of anything?

What do you mean?

"If you don't cut your hair, you can't be in our band. "

"if your hair is like ours, you can be our friend.

But if you keep your dorky hair, you can't. "

it wasn't like that.

We're sorry. It was really stupid.

- Is she really upset? - She didn't say no.

There are many ways to say no.

Damn it, this food is disgusting.

I don't want any.

There's Hedvig.

Why the hell is she sitting over there?

- That is one hideous cap. - Oh, stop it.

Come on.

Hedvig, why are you over here?

You saw us. Why didn't you sit down?

Damn it! You've never had a friend...

Klara!

What? You've never had a friend, and you get two great ones.

We did you a huge favor. You could at least say hi to us.

We were stupid to cut your hair. Sorry! But it wasn't abuse.

There were no knives.

Learn to say no if you don't want something.

- But that wasn't it. - What?

- What wasn't it? - I wasn't mad at you.

It was the opposite.

I was so embarrassed by what my mom did.

That's why I wasn't here yesterday.

And I didn't sit at your table,

because I thought you were mad at me.

We're not mad at you. Of course not.

And your mom had a point...

No, definitely not, she was insane.

Who cares? Your hair looks great.

- Klara. - Your hair is really nice.

- Can I have my cap? - You don't need it.

- Give me the cap, Klara! - No. No!

- It's so ugly. - Klara, give it to her!

- You can wear the cap. - Feels so good!

Ew! Stop it! I'll give you this whole skin-blob.

Bobo, open wide!

What will you be when you grow up? Just like Mom and Dad?

Will you be a boss,

A salesman or a manager somewhere?

Or perhaps you'll settle for any kind of crappy job

You just don't care, anything goes

What will you become?

Keep on, keep on, be a rebel, keep on, keep on, be a rebel

Keep on, keep on, be a rebel

Keep on, keep on, be yourself, keep on, keep on, be yourself.

People die and scream

But all you care about is your high-jump team...

Hang on, wait! We can't sing "high-jump team. "

It's not really a team. They don't jump together.

- Are there high-jump teams? - Let's say basketball team.

Yes! "All you care about is your basketball team. "

Hey, wait a minute!

You can't hear Hedvig at all. Me neither.

Seriously, we need an electric guitar.

Let's try with me and Hedvig.

- Why can't I ever play? - What do you mean?

Why do you get to play the bass?

- What? We already... - You always decide everything.

I'll show you how to play it.

No, I don't want to play the drums.

It's boring.

I'll just show her, then we'll play.

- Yeah, show me. - Why should I play the drums?

Why don't you play them? Or you?

Because you do. It's just the way it is.

What? You're so mean.

I'm always the one who plays the boring stuff.

Go ahead and sing if you want.

Why do you always get to decide?

So damn.

- Just stop it! - Let me play!

I'll take the bass if you're fighting.

Why does it have to be so damn unfair?

Just stop fighting.

Why does she always get to play?

- Because you play the drums. - Are you our mom now?

Bobo! Bobo, quiet!

No, we shouldn't.

Come on! For an electric guitar!

But we can't beg for money.

Just look sad. Just look sad.

My friends and I have this band

and we want an electric guitar. Can you spare some money?

I don't really have any coins now.

I lost my wallet and can't get home.

Do you have any change?

I was locked out, so can you spare some change?

- Thank you so much. - Thank you. Yes!

My dad is dead and my mom drinks.

I haven't been fed in weeks.

- Can you spare some change? - Definitely not. Shame on you!

- Two crowns. - Thank you!

- Thank you! - Thank you so much!

- How much... - Pick them up!

Have you seen A Respectable Life?

What's that?

- A film. - No.

Have you seen A Respectable Life?

Yes, I have.

Stoffe is my dad.

- Is he really your dad? - We look so much alike.

We lost... He's had a really tough life,

and we lost our wallet,

and can't get home. We live in H�kar�ngen.

Sorry.

We'd really like to start a band,

so we need money for an electric guitar.

But my mom is dead, hers drinks and hers...

Can't you work? You could run errands.

We don't have jobs.

You can't just beg for money.

- Not in this country. - Thanks anyways.

- How much is it? - Not enough for a guitar.

Hey, why don't we buy something really tasty instead?

But that's for the guitar. We can save it as a start.

But it was so easy. We can just beg again.

- I'm kind of hungry ton. - We can get chocolates...

Yes! Chocolates, all different kinds!

- Chocolate sauce and ice cream. - Candy! Lots of candy.

- With raspberries. - More sprinkles on there.

Lots and lots, it so good!

Hey, I want nougat too.

Let's dip the chips in chocolate milk.

And in this! What are you doing?

Chips and chocolate sauce.

- Yum! - God, it's good! And sticky.

- It's tasty. - We never have this at home.

Me neither.

- It'll be like a big glass. - Look out, here comes the sauce.

"Disco is boring and commercial,"

says Elis Liljegren, guitarist.

- I want David. He's the cutest. - I've already called dibs.

You did? But you'd be much better with Elis.

Really? Why?

Bobo and Elis... It's a great fit.

I was thinking me and him,

Klara and him, Hedvig and him.

But you're a much better fit with him and me with him.

- Okay, he's kind of cute. - So it's Bobo and Elis,

David and Klara, plus Mackan and Hedvig.

- Yes, that's awesome. - Oh, I don't know.

- What? - We have to call.

"L," "L," "L"... Liljegren... here, here, here.

- Quiet, it's ringing! - What if it's him?

- Liljegren. - Hello?

Hi, I'm Bobo. I'm calling for Elis Liljegren.

- Phone for you. - Elis here.

- Hi, this is Klara! - Hi.

We have to meet up, because we're punks too,

so we have to. It's fate.

- Come on! Come on! - I'm going to fall.

- Excuse us! - Hold on! Wait up.

- Klara. - Huh?

- Are you wearing makeup? - Show me.

- No, I'm not. - We said we wouldn't.

I'm not!

- Is this for them? - No!

- We're anti makeup. - Oh, come on.

- I think this is them. - Look at them. Hi!

- Hello! - Hi there. Hi.

- Hiya. - Hi.

Right. What do we do now?

Don't know. What do you think?

We could go to our rehearsal space.

You have your own?

Yeah, in a basement. If you want to,

- we could go rehearse. - Yeah, let's.

I thought there were three of you.

Well, no, not anymore.

- You were three in "KP. " - David, the other guy,

- liked Noice, so we booted him. - Noice?

- They suck. - I know. They can't even spell.

Noice should be "Noise," or it reads "no ice. "

- They're really the worst. - "No ice"... that's bad.

We swapped instruments, so I play the drums now.

This is a nice suburb.

- It's not a suburb. It's a city. - What?

- Solna is a city. - A city?

It has its own municipality.

Yeah, right. It really looks like a suburb.

- You like KSMB too? - Yeah.

Much better than Ebba Grim.

- Damn, it's cold. - I do too.

Yeah, right.

I like KSMB too.

Everyone just loves Th�str�m, but I don't.

I know. He's so overrated.

- Your style is pretty strange. - Huh?

- You look like a progger. - I do not.

Not the hair, but the scarf.

- It's the opinions that matter. - Well, that's true.

What's this, a damn forest? That's weird.

Look, a hare!

- There's a lot. - Three.

- Yes, in the city. - The suburb.

- We're just getting the key. - Yeah, for the rehearsal space.

Yeah, exactly. Just so you...

Too bad there are only two of them.

Yes... too damn bad.

- So what did you think? - Klara was cute.

- Really? - The one you talked to.

- In the scarf? - Right.

- He was really cute. - Who'? Which one of them?

Elis.

- What about you? - Don't know. Hedvig, maybe.

- With the glasses? - No, that's Bobo. The other one.

- So this is your own space? - Yeah.

You can take a seat in the corner, if you want to.

And if you can fit.

- Which song should we do? - "Brezhnev, Reagan. "

So you can come here whenever, all the time?

If you spend the night at each other's,

you can go down at night?

Hedvig, are you coming? Let's sit over here. Come on!

- We spend the night here too. - Where? Here?

Right here on the floor.

What are you doing on New Year's?

New Year's?

That's like forever away.

- We've made plans for a party. - At my place.

- You can come if you want to. - Great! We'd love to.

- Can I have my drum sticks? - Sorry.

Thank you.

- Brezhnev & Reagan - Fuck off

Brezhnev & Reagan

- Fuck off - Brezhnev & Reagan

Fuck off

- Brezhnev & Reagan - Fuck off

Cowboy without a hat, B- list actor's grin

A bear, large and stocky, doesn't turn a hair

We're building a barrier, cannons and rifles

East against West, who has the most arms?

- Brezhnev & Reagan - Fuck off

Brezhnev & Reagan

- Fuck off - Brezhnev & Reagan

- Fuck off, Brezhnev & Reagan - Fuck off

Who runs the show? Maybe I'm naive

Old men in suits decide how others live

We're building a barrier, cannons and rifles

East against West, who has the most arms?

Brezhnev & Reagan

- Fuck off - Brezhnev & Reagan.

- So which grade are you in? - Eighth.

Oh. I'm in 7th.

So which instrument do you play?

- The guitar. - Yeah, me too.

- The higher the better. - This is so cool!

My turn now. I'm going.

Damn it, I'm stuck.

Wow! That's awesome!

- Damn, it's cold. - I'll warm you up.

It's great that you like KSMB more than Ebba Gr�n too.

So do I.

No, you don't. You love Ebba Gr�n.

- You know every damn song. - You do?

- Well, no not really. Some. - Come on!

- Do you know "Mental Ice Age"? - No.

Oh, come on. Sing it.

Mental, mental

Mental ice age...

Look how close to the edge I am!

What the hell are you doing, Bobo?

Look how close I can go!

- What are you doing? - What the hell?

- Come back! - Okay, fine. God.

What the hell are you doing?

That's super dangerous!

Bobo, we're going down. I'm cold.

Did you cut yours too?

- It's better. - Thanks.

- Hi. - Hi.

- What are you up to? - Just chatting.

Okay.

God, it's cold.

Bobo!

Are you mad?

No, they were just so boring.

I can't believe you... They weren't as cute live.

- You sure? - Yeah.

- Good. - What do you mean, "good"?

That you're not sad over me and Elis,

or jealous or something.

No, no.

Good.

They weren't cute. They looked like mall punks.

- Did not. - And the lyrics were crappy.

How do you even write a song like that?

- "Brezhnev, Reagan fuck off"? - Why?

Brezhnev is dead.

You can say "fuck off" to a dead guy.

The lights should be shining on the street outside

The lights should be shining on the day that I die

That will end my anxiety, that will end my pain

That will be the end of it all, and then I will be dead.

I'm sure you're wondering why we asked you here.

We have some really good news.

First off, Kenneth and I finally bought

a brand new electric guitar.

The rehearsal space is fully equipped.

It's a Stratocaster. Not a real one, but close to.

It's a real beauty, a real beauty.

But the big news is that a youth center in V�ster�s

arranges Santa Rock every year right after Christmas.

They're a bit late, so it won't be until January.

Anyway, we've been invited to play at Santa Rock.

So we of course thought of you, Iron Fist. It's a given.

You're the obvious fit for this.

You'll get to show V�ster�s...

That you can rock the socks off everyone there.

- Yeah. - But then...

Kenneth and I have been talking.

We love the idea of bringing a girl band as well.

- So we thought of you. - We're no girl band.

- Don't say we're a girl band. - You're girls in a band.

- Of course you're a girl band. - But we're not a girl band.

- Of course you are! - We are so not!

- We could have a guy. - Your music may not sound girly,

- but you are a girl band. - What else? A boy band?

Here's the new guitar, a Silver Star. A real gem.

- You're the guitar player? - What's your name?

- Yes. Hedvig. - Hedvig.

- Have you played before? - Yes.

I can teach you the basics, Hedvig,

so we can get started... Some chords and stuff.

We have a lot of experience.

Roger played with Micke Rickfors.

No, no, the bass player in his band.

But he's a pro today.

Oh, the bass player.

We've heard you rehearse the sport song,

so we'll use that theme and just improvise.

- We'll show you what we... - An example...

- An example. - ... of how to build a song.

Bring an extra stick if you drop one.

We can make extra holes in this if it's to long for you.

That'll place it higher.

Get the seat, the hi-hat set up.

I'll use simple chords and show you.

It's E, A, then...

G and D. There.

- Yeah yeah. - Can you feel the groove?

One, two, one, two, three, four.

Wait. One more... One more time.

- Okay. - One, two...

I hate the sport, the damned sport

It gives me anxiety

That damned sport...

- Okay. Do you want to try? - Go on!

- No. - Yeah, come on.

I've never played electric before.

Well, you have to start somewhere.

- But you can play. Go on. - Let's see.

Kenneth will help you with the chords.

We'll teach you what you need, how to hold it or...

but it won't bite.

It is heavy.

Yes, it is sort of heavy. It is.

It's in tune, it's fine.

- It doesn't sound quite... - What?

It's not quite tuned, is it?

I tuned it before, so it should be.

Don't worry, just play. You can do it, I promise.

Just try!

- I'm lying at home in my bed... - That's good. Damn.

On this perfectly normal day

There are thousands of people, but I'm all alone here

My body's screaming for sleep, but my brain says no

Thinking that I'll never again meet someone like you...

I love snow!

- What's the matter? Are you mad? - No.

- So jump! - No, I'm cold.

I have to tell you, you were so damn good today!

"It's not quite in tune. "

And he was like, "Yeah, it should be. "

Then you tuned it.

- So cool! - It was fun!

- Seriously, what's wrong? - I'm just cold.

- You're still mad about Elis. - No, why would I be?

Don't be. I'm not in love with him.

What? Why?

I don't know. He never calls.

- He doesn't? - It doesn't really matter.

Okay, bye! I have to hug you again now.

- Bye! - Bye!

- Hello? - Hi, this is... Bobo.

Is Elis there?

- Yeah. - Elis. It's some Bobo.

- Hello? - Hi! It's...

it's Bobo.

- Bobo! - Yeah, hi!

I just wanted to...

- you like KSMB, right? - Yeah.

I was just listening to "Bakverk 80. "

It's pretty rare. Have you heard it?

No.

Well, I have it here at home.

I thought I'd ask if you wanted to borrow it.

- I'd love to. - Should I come over or...

does... does tomorrow work?

You can borrow and copy it, if you want to.

Drunk as fuck, it's Saturday eve,

That's really cool of you.

Put on my best dress tonight.

Greaser comes up, beats me down

Damn, nice song!

Yelled for more, 'cause I'm a punk Yeah, go on, hit me, give me more!

What happened to your hand?

Well, I... I accidentally cut myself.

Let me see.

- It looks cool. - Thanks.

- Are you ticklish? - No.

Yeah, go on, hit me, give me more!

Go on, hit me, give me more!

So do you want to meet up again?

Yeah. Sure.

It's just... Klara.

I just have to... Break up with Klara first.

- Right. Okay, well, bye! - Bye!

Hey, little helpers, clink your glasses,

let's be jolly together!

- Cheers! And Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!

Did she mention her photo project?

I'm shooting asses.

All kinds: adults, kids, elders.

Butts, that is.

The photos are small with various types.

- Right. - I'm interested in...

- I did feet, if you remember? - Right, you made casts.

- Can we open the presents? - No.

- The Christmas presents? - Let them have at it.

What the hell, go get some gifts.

What does it matter?

You can go open some gifts as well, definitely.

A teddy! It's pretty big, too.

- Wonder if he'll fit in my room. - Red suits you, sweetheart.

- That will look good on you. - Thanks, it's nice.

- Wow, Lego! - Merry Christmas!

That's from me. It's culture.

You kids get so much plastic and junk...

but that's real culture.

It's cheese. Cheddar.

You're too funny. He gave her cheese.

They have to get something that contrasts the rest.

You have one too, Johan. There, by the straw goat.

- I'll start. Let's do this. - Wait, we have to sit. Okay.

The one the bottle points to must... kiss Janne.

- You're kidding? - No.

- Okay, fine. - A kiss for Janne.

Kiss yourself!

- This is Lillian. - Hi, I'm Bobo.

I wanted to see if Elis is in.

Sure, hang on a second.

Hello? I can't find him right now.

Okay.

What, he's not at home?

He doesn't seem to be, no.

I'm sorry, but I don't know where he went.

Right.

Will you just wish him a Merry Christmas from me?

- Did you talk to Elis? - Why?

Nothing, you just said he hadn't called.

- No. - So he still hasn't called?

No.

But do you think that you're still together?

I don't know. But I think that I like him again.

- What? - Yeah, I think so.

You're in love with him again?

I don't know. Maybe, maybe not.

But you told me that you weren't in love with him anymore.

But it doesn't matter. We'll see at New Year's.

- New Year's? - Yeah, at the party.

What party?

The one Elis and Mackan are having.

Oh, right.

- I don't think we should go. - Why not?

I feel like we're not really invited.

We are.

But you haven't talked with Elis.

You haven't talked to him?

Come on! What else are we gonna do?

Let's have fun. If it's boring, we'll leave.

One... nine.

Hello? Hi, is Elis there?

This is Klara.

Sorry?

Hello? Hello?

Hello!

- It was cut off or something. - No, wait. There.

First it was Elis, then some girl.

But there was a party.

- That's what it sounded like. - Let's go home.

- I'm really cold. - Let's just try walking.

- I want to go home. - No, let's go this way.

Let's just take the subway home.

We've come this far.

- You guys... - Come on, Bobo!

- It's the other way. - No.

Yeah. We'll be walking for nothing.

- It's dark, cold, and pouring. - There it is!

Damn it, I'm not walking any further.

What?

- I'm just not going. - What are you talking about?

- I'll sit right here. - Please, Bobo, it's so cold!

- I'm not moving another inch. - Come on!

- Please, Bobo, it's cold. - Come on!

- Are you completely clueless? - What?

He doesn't want us there. He doesn't care about us.

He's not in love with you anymore.

How the hell would you know?

Did you go mute?

Come on. Tell me!

- Because he cheated on you. - What?

Yes. With me.

What? What are you talking about?

I didn't mean for it to happen.

I'm sorry. I went to his house. But I just wanted to...

I'm sorry. It was really stupid of me.

I was sick of you getting all the boys!

- You fucking... - Let go!

- Stop it! - What's wrong with you?

- You can't hit me! - I hate you!

You always decide everything, and he was mine!

And you just decide everything, Klara.

What of it?

I wanted to play the bass too, but you were going to do it!

- Seriously, Bobo! - You decided...

you decided that he was mine, and I agreed.

But you took him. This is your fault!

Not mine! I'm the one who...

- It's your fault too. - You took him from me!

It's all your fault! Go to hell!

Right back at you!

I fucking hate you!

What the hell?

Come here.

Can we just stop this?

Will you come sit down, please?

Come on, Klara. You're both so childish.

Stop it.

Can't you just be friends?

I mean, he's an idiot. He's not worth the fight.

Think about it this way: he deserves our pity.

Who wants to live in Solna?

Klara?

You're making me mad with your childishness!

- Cut it out! Sit down, Klara! - Stop, Hedvig.

You know that I'm stronger than you.

I know.

I don't want to sit with her.

The band is important, not Elis! Please...

just shake hands.

- We have rehearsal tomorrow. - I'm not shaking her hand.

- Please, just stop, Hedvig. - Well, why not?

- You're like the new Klara. - You did something bad.

- I will punch you. - Go ahead, but she's the idiot.

- Why should I apologize? - What do you mean, "idiot"?

Today was Bobo's fault.

- You've been stupid too. - She cheated with my boyfriend.

You're so childish, Klara.

- This is so stupid. - Me? She's the child!

- No, it's both of you. - Hey, it's too late now.

Cut it out!

- Let go! - Say after me...

- You think this will help? - ... "I like you. "

- Stop it. - Now. "I like you. "

"We like each other. "

"I like you. "

I like you.

- Say it now. - Your turn.

I like you a hell of a lot too.

People die and scream

But all you care about is your soccer team

Children in Africa are dying

But you're all about balls flying

Nuclear power plants poison the air

You're playing hockey, so unaware

The atomic bombs blow up our cities

Yet you want more tennis committees

Come on! Come on!

No difference at all, it's just a ball

No difference at all, it's just a ball!

- Come an! We're late. - You have picks, drum sticks...

- Is this where we're playing? - Yes.

I don't want to! I forgot the lyrics!

You'll be fine.

I forgot the lyrics! I don't remember them anymore.

- Sure you do, sure you do. - Here's some water.

I'm gonna die. They're going to kill us!

- I don't want V�ster�s water. - Klara.

V�ster�s is gross. It's like a carrot in here!

- Girls, that's enough makeup! - We're not putting on makeup!

- It'll be fine. Okay? - Come on, you're needed onstage.

It's only V�ster�s.

- So it's not Elis again? - Elis?

- That was 100 years ago. - Good.

- Good. And you're sure? - Yes, I'm sure.

- Okay, come on. Let's play! - And have fun.

- Come here. - It's only V�ster�s.

Come on, come here. Look.

- Do you see how good we are? - Let's just do it!

Jump! It'll get us going.

Okay, a deep breath.

Let's go, let's go.

They're a real girl band! Welcome to the stage, girls!

Come on, girls. Come here.

You're so ugly!

Go home!

- Damn city slickers! - Get out of here!

Hey, cut that out. Let's just relax

and give the girls a big hand.

Are you with me? Now let's go.

Maybe you have heard that punk is dead...

- We can't hear you. - ... but it's not.

- Punk is alive! - Okay, one, two, three, four.

Hate, hate, hate the sport

Hate the sport, hate the sport...

- Damn communists! - Communist cunts!

Get out of town! Fucking communist music!

Poor, poor you for living in V�ster�s. Let's do this!

One, two, three, four.

Communist whores! Get out, cunts!

You're going to die!

Hate V�ster�s, hate V�ster�s

Hate, hate, hate V�ster�s, hate V�ster�s

Hate, hate, hate V�ster�s, hate V�ster�s!

Hate V�ster�s, hate V�ster�s

Hate, hate, hate V�ster�s

Hate V�ster�s, hate, hate, hate V�ster�s...

You suck so bad! Damn it!

- Punk cunts! - Hate, hate, hate V�ster�s!

Hate V�ster�s, hate V�ster�s...

We are the best!

We are the best! We are the best!

We played like crazy.

Is everyone here?

Everyone has their things?

- Hell yes. Hate V�ster�s! - God.

Stockholm, Stockholm, Stockholm, Stockholm!

Why couldn't you be nice?

- They weren't. - They booed us.

- You started it. - No, we didn't.

It was a gym hall in V�ster�s.

Well, we'd like to go every year.

Exactly, but not as your damn bodyguards!

Is that clear?

- Fine, fine, fine. - I want to go to sleep now.

Hate Santa Rock, hate Santa Rock

Hate, hate, hate Santa Rock

Hate Santa Rock, hate Santa Rock...

Hey, hey, respect.

- Hate, hate, hate Santa Rock. - Respect!

I have to sleep. I can't take this.

- Damn, they booed us. - Hedvig! You swore!

- You're learning! - I didn't mean to.

- We really are the best. - I am.

- We are the best! - No, I am. I'm Th�str�m.

- Quiet. We are the best. - Us three.

- No, you are the worst. - You're so boring!

One band succeeded tonight. Iron Fist are the best.

- We played great! - Iron Fist are the best.

- Come here! - Bobo.

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY,

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY, WE ARE STILL THE BEST!

Crush capitalism!

Agneta? Listen to this.

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