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Is that a way to behave?

Is that a way to treat a decent human being? - It's closed.

Is that a way to treat a decent human being?

Get lost! Right now!

Decency...

Where are the decent people? Where can you find them?

And the roll front...

Why isn't the goddamn roll front fixed?

Rabble. Riff-raff.

Scumbags. They're tearing this hotel down.

We can use burned candles if we light them just before they arrive.

The liver p�t�...

...the salmon, the Italian salad...

Away.

Hey... Why aren't you playing?

Just three carnations in each vase. What do they expect for 30 kronor?

My gentlemen...

This is a very beautiful hymn.

Are you the new chef?

No, I'm a waiter.

- She said... - We'll talk later.

You'll be at the funeral at 14, so you will get used to the job.

There's an elevator in the foyer.

It's for the guests. You'll use the stairs on the back.

This is a place with class and tradition. Don't forget that.

Hey... Why aren't you playing?

You can take the elevator today.

To the top.

- Where is no. 7? - This is no. 3. No. 7 is over there.

Oh, you scared me so.

Is it temporary?

Yes, you might say so.

Well, it's a bit draughty here.

But that suits birds of passage.

Sailor?

Partly.

All done?

Perhaps we should sit down.

Day by day, and with each passing moment...

Tralala-la-la... It's hot.

Tralala... Is it done?

Get it out.

Hurry up here.

Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment...

Rags and water - quick!

Darned plate!

Captain, can I have a schnapps?

Are they puking?

Five schnapps ordered.

Quietly they stride, one by one, into the land of shadows.

- Three aquavit and two vodka. - Three aquavit, two vodka.

- Give me something strong. - Whisky?

Yes, that will do.

Ice?

I can't believe Evert is dead.

Thank you so much.

Hello.

That's all for me.

Hey.

This weather in the middle of summer...

Hi, all. You can sit in the bar while you wait. It's almost done.

- Fifty for one. - Was it fifty? - Seventy-five.

-No. -No.

Halldin. Halldin!

Can a guy have a beer? What kind of place is this?

We should leave. - We're going.

- Passing through? - Something like that.

I said that too. Twelve years ago!

Hello. Still hangin' in there.

What the hell's going on?! We have guests staying here!

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

...don't forget that.

Yet...I haven't...given up.

-Where are you going? -Ja, ja... Sehr sch�n.

Morgen.

Imagine that Evert is dead.

Evert is dead!

Imagine that Evert is dead.

Welcome to Busarewski.

Mhm...

Another doomed person.

Another bird of passage.

A doomed bird of passage.

Gustav von Svensson - alias The Count.

I also live up here in heaven.

Yes. You'll have to excuse, but...

I'm looking for people who are not birds of passage-

-who want to straighten their lives out.

If you're interested, write to the underground.

That's where I am.

Among empty bottles and dirty sheets.

But this is the final season.

You can bet your sweet ass.

- Good night. - Bye. I'll see you.

...gentle it was, and beautiful

as a waltz can be

I remember the feeling, and the time

though not the melody

Yes, the beginning and the swinging

when I felt your cheek

Warm it was, as mine...

Anna... you are beautiful.

I'm glad to have you here.

If only you were here 30 years ago.

The food!

The elegance! The service and the guests!

You know...

I'm afraid to be here at evenings.

- Was last night decent? - Yes, it was.

I hate it!

The noise...

...the vulgarity... the slot machines.

I'm bringing it up with director Ek. They're having lunch here today.

We're laying the table in the corner with the patterned glasses.

For appetizers - chicken.

Director Ek, attorney Jacobsson and another one.

The ma�tre d' and the new waiter will be here at 13.

They must have a princely waiting.

We're responsible for them, Anna. Responsible.

Nina, please make a pretty bouquet of the carnations.

We'll put it at the centre of the table.

Those damn slot machines...

I'll discuss it with director Ek.

They must go. It was a mistake.

It must have been a mistake.

And Anna...

They steal. The staff steals...like rats.

A box of frozen entrec�tes and two large Tilsit cheeses yesterday.

Not to mention the liquor!

Where will it end, Anna?

Is it closed?

People! People!

To think that Evert is gone...

I'm not going home.

- Is there a room? - We're full!

I'm not going home.

Good day, I have reserved. Captain Simonsson.

No, I'll keep it.

If anybody seeks me, I'm having lunch. Tell them I'll call back.

- Good day. - Welcome, captain.

Unfortunately we're having the management over for lunch any minute.

Captain must find another table.

Really? Well, well...

Just something easy.

- Is the asparagus omelette good? - Very.

- I'll have that. - Anything to drink?

Yes, one beer and six cl jenever.

I'll have a shot of cognac and soda water right away.

So, you're expecting the management?

Yes, but they're late.

Anna, flowers for you.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Is it yours? - No.

Anna.

It's uppsetting! Why aren't they here? Terrible!

Waiter, did somebody call for me?

No, I don't think so.

Four daily specials, one water and three beers.

Here you are.

Miss, if somebody is seeking me I'm available now.

It's upsetting!

A nonchalance beyond belief!

We'll have to clear the table.

I don't understand.

Have you been here long?

Six months.

And you?

Are you passing through?

Yes, I'm not planning to stay.

It's just temporary.

- I'm quitting. - Oh.

Clear the table in the corner.

I'm going to the coast. Beach hotel.

Waiter.

- Did anybody seek me? - No.

I don't understand...

Beach hotel - isn't it too late?

Yes. I should've been going a long time ago.

But other things came between.

Do you live here?

Oh no... I'm renting an apartment.

But if it gets late some night I might sleep up here.

Take the flowers to the fridge.

-Hi. -Hi. Welcome.

Hi. Welcome.

765, that's correct.

- I'm going then. - Do so. I'll take care of them.

Did you make a fortune tonight?

Enough for tobacco.

Let's go out and have a beer. The kid is new here. I'm buying.

What happened to Sara and Bertil?

I guess they left.

White. Three glasses.

A friend of mine. He's a waiter on Busarewski.

Cheers, guys. - By the way, Tony... Bet on number seven.

The lot of it. Doesn't matter. Everything on number seven.

I was drunk and drivelling the other night. I know. Bullshit.

- Let's forget that. - Mm.

- Good. Cheers. - Cheers.

- I know your type. - Mhm?

I know those who take the way 'round Busarewski.

The problem is that we're not sticking together, but each one on their own.

To...

Number two. Black.

I can tell that you lost.

Who the fuck cares? I don't give a shit.

You're out searching.

I can tell.

You don't have to make a fuzz about it. Fuck the money.

This place is a joke! Swindlers!

Cheating bastards!

Take it easy.

I'd be delighted to. - Come on guys, let's go.

Got some quarters in the meantime?

Staff isn't supposed to be using the elevator.

It's yours.

It's a gift from me... and Tony...

...and this man.

Sven - a friend of mine.

A genius.

- Where is he? - Doing time, of course.

Do you think he was alone?

- People like us must stick together. - Mm.

We must stick together, we who take the way 'round Busarewski.

Tony, is somebody there?

No.

Nobody helps people like us.

What we don't get, we must take.

Hi.

And he's free for the evening?

Yes, exactly. It's nice to have some time off.

- Flowers for Anna Gustavsson. - I'll take care of them.

- Got a job at the boat yet? - No, I didn't.

- I'll wait until I get a big one. - Hi.

- Anna, you have flowers. - Is it for me?

Your days are numbered.

Your days are numbered.

One of the same.

The countdown has begun.

Aren't you going out tonight, honey?

There's hardly any people out there.

Not a soul.

Just you and me.

A shot of cognac on number 7.

- How is it? - What?

Is there... Is there a lot of people tonight?

No. It's calm.

When are you going to that summer hotel?

I don't know yet.

I see.

Two Gordon.

Hey...

I guess I have to get back.

Time and tide waits for no one.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Goodbye. -Bye.

Are you staying here?

No, I actually thought about hitting the town.

- Maybe we could have company? - Yes.

If you feel like it.

I'll just change.

This is where I live.

Aren't you coming in?

Well, this is how I live.

- Care for a cup of tea? - Yes, please.

You can sit down while you wait.

- It's a bit messy. - It's OK.

- Are those your parents? - No.

I don't know who they are.

You see, it's not my apartment.

He looks like Danny Kaye.

You're so funny.

So...you're leaving soon, huh?

Mm. As you are.

I hate it when people say that they're going away.

Can't we go together?

I can't stay here anymore. I'm choking.

You...

You are nice, Anna.

We'll talk about it some other time.

We'll talk about it some other time.

No, you can't go.

Yes, come in.

The main street.

The harbour.

The square.

The west street.

We're standing here.

You're standing there.

What should I do? I'm not awake. I stayed up late.

You take the blue van and stand there. That's it.

Simple and painfree.

See you.

Hey - codename Giliap.

Giliap.

This is the beginning of new days. A new life.

If we handle it properly.

Ha!

The prettiest legs in the world, no?

Claire, say hello to my friend.

-Hi. -He's a waiter at Busarewski.

But we have different plans, so it's just temporary. Cheers.

His name is Giliap. I gave it to him.

Wanna dance?

Here they sleep - the people.

Some in big, soft beds...

...with light, cool quilts.

Others in hovels or stairs...

...or no place at all.

It's not arranged so that that the good people live well...

...and the bad ones in the shittiest houses, the worst built...

...and the lousiest places.

Other rules apply, Giliap.

Other things count. Those are the laws you must obey-

-to avoid contempt and humiliation.

Stop.

Can I have a cigarette?

And one for my friend.

No! No!

What the hell is going on?

Thank you, buddy.

You can do what you want with the scum.

Rabble like those.

You can torment them and they're grateful.

Pitiful scum!

This is the truth, Giliap!

It's the truth, you rat! You rat!

-Hi. -Hi.

Can I come in?

I'm so sorry about yesterday.

Yes.

You're so quiet.

You seem troubled.

Almost always.

So secretive.

The secret about me...

...is that I don't have a secret.

- We're of the same sort, you and me. - Yes.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Handicapped...

- Not bad. - Jorma.

Maybe the secret is sitting next to you.

I was supposed to go out at sea.

Out into the world.

Find something meaningful.

Something to believe in, to live for.

A solution.

Then I'd come back.

Over the horizon.

Maybe to you.

I'm afraid you'll take all my feelings and disappear.

Yes, I've got it.

OK, I'm going.

You know what to do.

If someone asks who you are, just mention Giliap and say you know me.

...The Count.

See you.

Svenne, hop on!

Hop on!

Hurry!

Stay still!

- Run! - Stay there!

Bastards! Fucking bastards!

Where did you go?

A very sad chapter.

The whole suit is ruined.

Anna, can you come here?

Gustav is ill. He wants you to come up to him.

Hey, Gustav is ill. He wants me to come up.

Have I been unfair to you?

If I have, you must say so, because I didn't mean to.

- And you, Harry? - No.

- Isn't Anna coming? - Yes, we sent for her.

- Tony, have I been unkind to you? - No.

- Raymond? - No, no.

- Astrid? - No.

- Why isn't Anna coming? - Relax, Gustav. She's coming.

- Sara, have I treated you badly? - Oh no. You haven't.

Kurt?

If I have, you must tell me.

Anna, I'm so glad you came.

You see, it just came over me. The fear, the big black fear.

It gets so dark.

Jorma.

Are we doomed people?

Who don't believe and hope for anything.

What do you want me, Anna?

What do you want?

Let me be.

I have nothing to offer.

I have nothing to offer. Anna... Calm down.

She's left.

Have you heard about Anna?

No, I haven't heard anything.

She just disappeared.

- And you? Did you hear anything? - No.

Such is this business.

It was a fine woman.

One wanted to explain...

...that one didn't mean any harm all the time.

That's how it is - when you want to talk, they're gone.

Then it's too late, monsieur.

Too late.

Morgen.

- Ich fahre morgen. - Auf wiedersehen.

Next year.

Can I hold it?

Next year.

Ein tee, bitte, mit zitrone.

Auf wiedersehen!

- Did you come now? - Yes.

With the train.

Wait...

I can't talk now.

I'm sorry.

It's a little hot.

Cheers.

- Stop. Where's the hotel? - It's up there.

And thus, ladies and gentlemen, we - the hotel staff...

Yes, come closer.

...our orchestra...

...my wife...and myself...

...would like to thank you for the time that's passed.

We wish you all very welcome back next year.

Next year. Cheers!

The orchestra plays the last dance of the summer.

You look so pretty in that dress.

Next year.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Don't be afraid. He's not dangerous.

Unless you frighten him.

He won't cause any harm.

Bitte.

I liked that a lot.

I'd like a whisky...on the rocks.

Plenty of money here.

May I trouble in the bar? What do you say - the bar?

- Was there a lot of people? - Sort of.

Someone started a brawl in the restaurant.

- Good night. - Good night.

Are you awake?

Mm.

It's a son. I can feel it.

I think I have to go.

I'll just clean up some.

It won't take long.

Then we'll go somewhere.

We'll think of something.

We have each other.

Bye.

Anna!

Calm down, I just want to talk.

Listen to me, Anna.

We're rich.

Gustav.

Anna, wait. Don't go.

We have to start again.

You can't go!

Anna! Anna!

I didn't mean to!

Look!

Lena...

What is it?