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ENGLISH VICTORY AT SAXTORP "BLIXTEN" ONLY THE RUNNER UP

Well.

This idea might not be that bad.

-But who guarantees that it's worth it? -I do.

-Are you an engineer? -Not yet, but I know motorbikes.

Better than me? I've built motorbikes since you were a baby.

-That's quite possible. -What?

Listen, Mr. Inventor, my motorbikes are the best, and my brand is known.

It wouldn't hurt if Blixten got a bit faster.

Faster? Is Blixten not fast enough?

I don't think so. And in the last race, it was only the runner up.

That wasn't the bike's fault. The driver was an idiot.

Just wait for the next race, you'll see some sparks!

So you're not interested in my improvement?

No. I don't waste money on risky experiments.

-Then "Blixten" will get beaten again. -By which bike?

By mine.

Ridiculous!

-Did you hear that I said "ridiculous"? -Yes, I did.

But Mr. Director won't say that after the next race. Have a nice day!

Mon Paris, mon bon Paris…

Paris!

-What's this? -Paris.

Is that so? Are you on about that again?

You promised I could go to Paris after graduating with good results.

-Yes, that was back then. Not today. -Today? What do you mean by that?

Today, the situation is different compared to then. Just look!

WORLD ECONOMY IS ROCKY

So, you can't afford it?

That's correct. In the last quarter, the turnover of the factory dropped by 30%.

That's not the fault of the times, right? It's probably the brand.

Just make better motorbikes.

Do you want anything, Aunt?

Thank you for the meal.

No, there won't be a trip to Paris this time.

-Thank you for the meal! -Thank you.

I want to get out and widen my horizons for a while.

-Can't you widen them at home? -Where? In the kitchen, maybe?

Yes. Why not?

Don't be unreasonable, dear Hans.

Helga is as suited to the kitchen as a Black person is suited to the North Pole.

So you agree with Father? I've been waiting to go to Paris for a year now.

I knew a young girl who wanted to go to Paris.

She didn't get there until she was 73 years old.

That's almost like you.

I heard that when you finally got there, you danced the can-can in the boulevards.

What are you saying that I did? Have you gone absolutely mad, girl?

What would you actually do in Paris, Helga?

Well, develop some tiny talent.

Talent?

I knew a young man with a talent for drawing.

Do you know what he ended up doing? Forging bank notes.

Terribly funny!

It's better that you stay at home and go to school to learn to run a household.

Don't you think it requires natural ability?

If you let her loose in the kitchen, she'll make coffee in the colander.

Send her to Paris and make sure she marries.

You're just going on about making coffee!

As if that was a woman's greatest task.

You're so old-fashioned and ridiculous!

I'm not going to bother with you anymore. I'm going to see Jörgen.

Yes, Helga is in. Oh, is that you?

Helga, it's Jörgen.

Can I talk to you first?

You're tuning the engine properly, aren't you?

Yes. You can trust me. It will be lightning fast.

Good, Jörgen. "Blixten" has to win.

I'll pass you over to Helga. Goodbye!

Hello, Jörgen. Hi there. I'm good, thanks.

I don't think I can make it today.

No, I have a new invention that I have to play with.

Well, call me tomorrow then. Bye!

-Do you want some fire? -Do you have any?

You bet! Lots.

Lola, you're the only woman in my life…at the moment.

Look, there's Helga.

And of course she's wearing the same swimsuit as me.

There's Lola. She's copied me. The same swimsuit.

It's blue, which doesn't suit her.

-She's ridiculous! -Come, let's dive in.

Are you here? That's great!

I'm here with Greta and Gunnar. May I have a seat?

Sure. We don't have any secrets.

Are you sure?

Look, we're wearing the same swimsuit.

-How funny. -Yes.

And you look fantastic in blue.

You're so cute today, Lola.

You've put weight on since I last saw you.

Several kilograms!

Some prefer me regardless. Shall we dive in?

-She's jumping again. -That's Helga Breder, I'm sure of it.

-Nice, don't you think? -That's the modern young girl.

But what can she do, other than play sports, flirt and dance?

-Don't say that. -Can you cook a proper meal?

And do you know what meat you use for mutton and cabbage?

I don't like mutton and cabbage.

And you don't like veal fricassee, do you?

Veal fricassee? Oh, that's right.

-What are you actually capable of? -Everything.

I'd like to see you in a kitchen.

It would be a delight to see you filleting fish and scrubbing floors.

You've always had Aunt Alexandra and a maid to wait on you.

I don't think it's hard to run a household.

So you think you could actually work as a maid?

Very easily!

-Nonsense! -What will you bet?

I'll bet you a diamond ring,

that you can't work in a household and live off your wages.

-Alright. I'll take your bet. -What? Are you serious?

You'll get an excellent reference for cooking from me.

I'll say, that is an excellent reference, dear Miss Haraldson.

Thoroughly nice, I have to say.

-Welcome, Miss Haraldsblad. -Thank you so much.

I'm sure you will like it here, Miss Haraldsblad.

Helga, I must tell you that we're only living temporarily in this apartment.

It's far too modest for us.

My little Pontus and I are used to other things.

He's the secretary of the editorial team, as you know, Helga.

We lived in continental Europe for years. In Copenhagen.

We got here recently. We haven't quite settled in.

It might look like garbage right now.

No, stop it! You're making my papers dirty!

Oh, dear! You're so angry today!

Leave me alone, I said. I want to be left in peace when I'm writing my column.

The first letter is M…

Go! Leave me alone!

Like a volcano! But an adorable little volcano.

Stop it!

Stay! Stay, I said!

-Who made this? -I did.

-What is this? -Coffee.

No, it's not. It's dishwater.

What the…?

Don't touch my papers.

I need peace and quiet when I write my column.

And now the phone is ringing too. Servant!

Answer the phone! Can't you hear it's ringing?

Hello?

Pontus, darling, look at this.

A woman's name and a spring month.

Three letters. The first is M, the last is Y.

What might that be, Pontus?

-Just a moment. - Excuse me. -What?

It's the butcher. They want you to pay last month's bill.

Quiet! Did I not say I wanted peace and quiet when I'm writing?

Leave! I don't have any ideas.

Open the window, cow, and give me some fresh air.

Close the window! Are you mad, bitch?

Yes? Yes it is. One moment.

It's the milk shop. They want payment.

You're fired. You're the stupidest maid born north of the equator.

Don't you know that I'm never at home when I write my columns?

If I only knew what to write about…

Maybe I can give you an idea, so you don't end up in the madhouse?

Write something with a tragic point.

Write about the world's funniest man,

who when he's at home, is the world's most boring and grumpy…

Get out of my house, woman!

-Ellen, you're late for lunch. -I want ham and eggs.

Let your father know. He's down in the garage.

Yes, ma'am!

-Good morning, Frigård. -Good morning.

Keep going, don't let me stop you. How is the invention going?

I believe in it even though Managing Director Breder didn't.

-Let's see how the race goes. -I don't understand motorbikes.

I believe in you, Frigård. How are your studies going?

It must be hard to be a driver and a student at the same time.

It's fine, as long as you work hard.

I'm grateful to be here and save up for studying.

I like competent people.

And that's meant to be a secret between us. Isn't that right, Frigård?

-Let's not talk any more about that. -Good morning, Father.

-Good morning, my girl. -Good morning, Frigård.

Good morning, Miss.

Father, Mother has lunch ready.

Frigård! Frigård!

-Excuse me, sir. -What's it about?

Frigård has to collect the new maid at the train station.

She won't find her way here.

Very well, drive off and get her, Frigård.

Do you know what she looks like, Anders?

Looks like? You know what a maid looks like.

Father! Tell Mother that I won't bother with lunch.

Damn it!

Excuse me, are you the new maid at Vinger?

Maid? Do you think I look like a maid?

Did you hear that, Oskar? Maid?

I thought… I'm so sorry!

Some people are like swine!

Aren't you ever going to get it done?

Excuse me, are you the new maid at Vinger?

-No, I'm not. -Sorry.

Excuse me, are you the new maid at Vinger?

-No, I'm not. -Sorry.

Hello? Could you tell me the way to Vinger? I wonder if I have to walk there.

-Are you…? -Yes, I am.

Welcome. I'm Frigård.

Helga… Helga Haraldson.

Is this your luggage? Let's go then.

-It's so beautiful here. -Yes, indeed.

Nothing exciting happens in the country, right?

Well, I don't know.

-Don't you know anything? -Nothing that would interest you.

-That's the estate, by the way. -Is that Vinger? It's so beautiful.

-I thought it was there. -That was the main entrance.

That's right. We're using the servants' entrance.

Move over!

-Good afternoon. -Anders, come and help me.

Hey! Put your feet back on the ground!

Would you open the door, Miss?

My name is Laura.

We only use first names here in the country.

No titles or complications.

My name is Helga.

Welcome, Helga. You're very welcome here.

-Thank you so much. -Welcome.

I promise, you'll like it here.

You already know Anders.

He's practically engaged to Olga, it's just that he can't make his mind up.

You and I will be sharing a room.

I was worried about what you'd be like.

But you look proper and honest.

I'll carry these up.

Mind your own business. I'll deal with this.

Yes, that's love. Let's go up and see what it's like.

Oh, that feels good.

My God, that feels good.

Well then, Helga, you're not engaged, are you?

And not worried in any way?

No, not to my knowledge.

That's good for you.

The factory owner sleeps in the room below us, and he's a very light sleeper.

You'll have to take your shoes off.

Don't even think about having visitors.

It's much better for Olga. She's in the room by the kitchen.

And that's…

She's doing it.

What about you, Laura? Are you engaged or "worried"?

It depends how you see it.

I am going steady with Bengtsson.

Bengtsson? Who is that?

-Don't you know who Bengtsson is? -No,

Bengtsson is the school teacher. He's a majestic person.

Majestic? Is he big and broad?

No, not at all.

He's small and skinny, but he's majestic.

-And he shows restraint. -That's a shame.

Yes…

Yes.

Like Napoleon? A little man with a great spirit?

I don't know Napoleon, and I don't know what you mean.

But he is majestic.

Look at that!

Isn't that funny?

Do you wear a top and pants to go to bed?

This is really good, I tell you.

Shall we open the window?

Open the window? Are you mad?

-We're going to sleep. -Don't you sleep with an open window?

No, thank you.

Do you want to kill me? It can give you all sorts of things.

-I've done that my whole life. -You've probably got lots of things then.

Get to bed.

We get up early in the morning. At 6 a.m. exactly.

It's only on Sundays

that you get to sleep in until 6:30 a.m.

Good night!

Mommy!

In a glistening bridal gown As white as snow

It's the animal tamer's daughter

She's a blossoming maid

She is going to…

Give a stranger her hand

Tomorrow she travels

Away to foreign lands

I am also a lily So fine and so meek

Olga!

I'm waiting for my groom

It's not burning, is it?

For love and fondling

I know he is coming Although I'm having to wait

It could possibly be…

Are you going to knock me over, woman?

Olga! Where is she?

She's out flirting again, I'm certain of that.

-The lady wants to speak to you, Laura. -I don't have the time.

She said you'd say that, but that you were still to go.

I guess I'll have to go.

You can blanch the mushrooms, make the asparagus purée,

and grate two tablespoons of Parmesan to put on the sole.

And whatever you do, don't forget to stir the mayonnaise.

You can add a few drops of vinegar. It's to the left on the third shelf.

We're always rushing in this house.

What did she say?

I was going to blanch the soup.

And give the sole Parmesan.

What was I meant to do with the mayonnaise?

Well, the third shelf to the left.

If the whole world was mine

I'd still go back home

And when I think of your sea And your blue sky

I am longing to go back

To my home out in Hawaii

What have you done to yourself? Has somebody punched you in the mouth?

No, don't be silly. It's kiss-proof.

-And you smell too. -Don't I smell nice?

Nice?

-You're poisoning the air. -Will you still go to the dance with me?

Yes, but you'll have to look like a proper person and smell like a human.

CASTOR OIL

-Laura? -What are you doing?

What's happened?

I've never been in a house this nice before.

So all of these purées and everything are making me dizzy.

Don't you understand that you have to take the lid off when it's boiling over?

Don't worry, my friend. It will all work out in the end.

Well, how did it go with the mayonnaise? That's the most important thing.

Well, I added a few different things.

Mayonnaise is no joke.

I'll have to taste it.

-What did you do with the mayonnaise? -What I always do.

It's so smooth.

And it's almost what they call spicy.

And you want to make me believe you haven't been in a nice house before?

Don't even try. You can't fool me.

You're no beginner in the kitchen, I can tell.

Would you be sweet and write that recipe down for me?

They will talk about this mayonnaise for a long time.

I have a feeling they will.

They will be running and asking.

You could call this superb.

Frigård, do you know if the ladies and gentlemen want strong or weak coffee?

Well, how should I know?

Frigård, might you tell me if the taste is nice?

Well, that is rather strong…

At my previous job, the coffee could never be strong enough.

Really? Have you really been in service before?

Of course!

-I even cooked. -Is that family still alive?

Are you thinking of the mayonnaise?

Well, the house got a bit lively at night.

What are you reading, Frigård?

English engineering?

Well, you have to try your hand at a few different things.

But Helga, do you understand English?

Well, you have to try your hand at a few different things.

-But Adolf! -It's not my fault, is it?

-So, where have you met her? -I don't know, but I recognize her.

-What's her name? -Helga Haraldson.

Haraldson? No…

-I saw Jörgen the other day. -Jörgen Beckman? How was he?

-Girls and motorbikes, as usual. -Yes, I know.

-Cream? -No, thanks.

-He'll race in the Grand Prix in the fall. -Really? I wouldn't have thought that.

-I recognize her! -Can't you remember where you've met?

-It's apparently beautiful here at Vinger. -Yes, it is.

Have you not seen the surroundings, Helga?

No. Nobody has shown them to me.

And I've been so tired in the evenings.

-Because of the unusual work? -No.

It's the country air, of course.

I've always worked in the city before.

Helga, you should see the Echo Temple down by the lake on a night like this.

Yes, please. My shift is over at 9 p.m.

If you approve me as your guide, we can go for a walk that way tonight.

Yes, please. Let's say 8:30 p.m.

Frigård?

Frigård!

Look at that…

Frigård, you're to drive the lieutenant to the station.

Yes, Miss.

I'll join you, that way you don't have to drive home alone, Frigård.

Helga, the lieutenant says that he's met you before.

Me?

No, that's not possible.

Yes, I'm sure I've met you before. I just can't remember where.

-So, what do you think of the kitchen? -It's absolutely adorable.

Very nice.

No, it's time for us to go. Come, Sigvard!

You know him, don't you?

Of course I know him!

-Frigård, why are you driving so fast? -I'm in a hurry, Miss.

Frigård, you're so strong. Could you button the shoe for me?

I thought we'd drive slowly and take a long walk.

I don't have the time tonight, Miss.

Really? I thought you were hired to drive us?

Yes, that's right. But I have one night off per week, and that's tonight.

But if I ask really nicely?

I can't, Miss Beck. I'm going to meet a person.

Oh, is that why you're in a hurry, Frigård. That person is waiting, I guess.

Drive faster! She might get impatient.

Oh, my chin!

-She's really good at singing. -Yes, not bad at all.

You're right.

-What a lovely evening. -Lovely.

Hey, do you remember?

It was an evening like, the first time when you and I…

-But Adolf! -It was a long time ago, dear.

You're back in one piece, I see.

-Maybe. -Frigård is very cautious.

Listen to that! The maid is singing in English.

-That's a bit strange. -Yes, I agree.

Strange?

Why is it strange that a modern maid is capable of a bit gramophone English?

I don't think it's strange.

-Good night. -Good night. I don't think it's strange.

What were you singing? It was beautiful.

It was an English tango.

English? You're always so different.

Why can't you sing in a language that I could understand?

-What's it about? -Love.

About love… Sing some more!

-Do they get each other? -No, I don't think so.

That's the stupidest thing I've heard.

There's nothing to sing about then.

Please open the windows, so I can get a bit of fresh air.

Do you know? I went to Tallbacka yesterday.

You should have felt the air there.

I think they sleep with their windows nailed shut.

The poor things. Maybe they don't know better.

Hey there.

Are you going to a party?

You don't ever know until afterward.

-Is it Frigård who… -Good night!

I don't understand why I've told you all of this.

Who are you actually?

A king's daughter in disguise.

-And who are you actually? -Not the son of a king.

If I want to get anywhere, I have to work.

-Is that why you work here? -Yes. Engines are my life.

And I'm saving to study to become an engineer.

Speaking of your invention, isn't there a motorcycle called "Blixten"?

-What's it like? -Fairly good.

But it doesn't have any power.

-If that cranky old man… -Who?

The name doesn't matter, but "Blixten" is going to lose to my engine.

-If my father heard that… -Father?

Is he interested in motorbikes?

Yes, that is he's got a small engine factory.

Really? Haraldson's factory?

-Where is it? -Well, it's really small.

It's almost nothing.

-Where is it? -The address doesn't matter.

Are you really going to win that race?

-Good luck! -Thanks.

Frigård, why is this called The Echo Temple?

Well, that's probably because the echo is so good.

I have to try!

Be careful, there's a local legend.

If you make a wish in the Echo Temple and it replies, your wish comes true.

-I would like… -…like.

-a son of a king. -…king.

I'm getting scared now.

-I'm in love. -…love.

-With whom? -…whom?

-With you! -…you!

It's late.

It's best if we go home.

Just half a cup for me, please.

Helga, you'll stay in and look after the children tonight.

Yes, ma'am.

-Your coffee is served. -Thank you.

Well, that's nice. I bring my two small children here to rest.

And we're in the middle of a theft.

Look, don't take it so seriously.

-We don't know if your brooch is stolen. -Don't we?

I know. And I know who stole it.

Are you sure you didn't forget it somewhere?

I don't forget anything. But I do make observations.

I have to say your help is interesting.

A charming driver and a maid who can speak English.

Have you counted the silverware?

-Quiet! They can hear you. -I don't care.

Olle, do you believe in the stork?

No, I certainly don't.

Do you know what?

Santa, the devil and the stork…

they are Daddy!

Très chic, n'est-ce pas?

Oh, pardon me. That last bit was French.

As Ellen said, the maid speaks English very well.

Better than you.

And she wears underwear like a movie diva.

Yes, if you believe what Olga says.

-And she gets letters from Paris. -That's not so strange, is it?

And you're wondering where my brooch is.

You're naive, you don't get that she's an adventurer.

That's interesting, little Astrid.

It wouldn't hurt to look through Helga's things.

-And Frigård's too. -Don't say anything bad about Frigård.

-I agree! -Oh? Is that what it's like?

I can forgive you, Ellen, you're a bit too young.

But I didn't expect you to be so childish, Father. You're becoming a child again.

No, Astrid.

-Get down! -Quiet! Quiet!

You have to be quiet. I'll tell you the story of the giant and the pig.

I don't want to hear the story about the giant and the pig.

Is that so?

I want Helga to walk on her hands!

-Yes, that's funny! -I don't want to walk on my hands.

Helga is going to walk on her hands! Helga is going to walk on her hands!

Walk on your hands!

-Why are the children screaming? -They want me to walk on my hands.

-But I don't want to. -If you can do it, do it for me.

-As you command, ma'am. -I'm not commanding.

I'm asking. Please, Helga, walk on your hands.

Helga is walking on her hands! Helga is walking on her hands!

-She's been at the circus. -Bravo! Bravo, Helga!

-Don't forget to give Anders coffee. -I won't forget.

It's probably done by now.

She's so sweet, Laura.

Her beauty is almost melancholy.

-You're head over heels in love. -Yes.

It's disgusting to see how silly you are around her.

Imagine having the guts to tell her:

"If you want me, take me!"

I love you!

-Am I disturbing? -Not at all!

Don't be silly. Anders is practicing proposing.

Oh, dear! I've forgotten the steak!

Helga, chop the onions while I get the meat.

So you're thinking of getting married, Anders?

I think it's about time you made your mind up.

Well…

It depends on whether she wants me, the one I'm thinking of.

-Anders, you're such a Don Juan. -Don Juan?

-Yes, one of those heartbreakers. -Oh?

Well, I do my best.

-And I have 1,800 at the bank. -Oh!

So it depends on whether I want you.

Oh, dear Helga! I didn't mean it that way.

No, don't cry.

-I would love to have you. -Me?

Dear Anders…

-Anders, you're too good for me. -No.

And I would just spend the 1,800.

No, marry a girl from the village.

Olga, for instance.

Be happy that you didn't get me.

It was just a suggestion.

I thought we'd be suited to each other.

Helga!

Well, that was a shame, Anders.

-But thank you for a decent proposal. -You're welcome.

Helga! Can't you hear?

I got a letter from Bengtsson.

He'll come home in a couple of days.

And he got photographed in town.

Isn't he majestic?

There's no man like him.

-You're getting married now, aren't you? -Silly!

Oh my God! The steak!

Love is burning everywhere around here.

-Why are you so nervous? -I don't like this.

I feel like a thief.

This isn't the place for our kind.

Those of us who use the servants' entrance?

Yes, something like that.

We're spending an hour here. How bad can that be?

Frigård.

Come closer.

-Are you scared? -Scared? No.

-Give me a cigarette. -I don't have any with me.

-There are some there. -They're for the gentlefolk.

Do you have a match?

The world is at our feet.

We'll travel together. We'll go far away.

We'll start in Paris.

It's spring. The chestnuts are in bloom on the boulevards.

And the shop windows are tempting with new spring hats.

Where are we now? In Cairo.

A night when the stars are twinkling.

We're following a caravan through the desert.

There's a sheikh on his proud steed.

He looks like you!

You're my sheikh.

And you're the Sphinx. The enigmatic one. I don't understand you, Helga.

-Is a job like this anything for you? -What do you mean?

You're not suited to using the servants' entrance.

Don't interrupt me with that silliness.

-Now we're in Japan! -In the land of the cherry blossom.

-Yes. -Listen, little geisha…

No, don't flirt with others.

Hawaii…

There, we'll lose an hour to dreaming by the sea.

And America! Aren't you going ashore to visit Mr. Ford?

Yes, of course.

And now we're home in old Sweden again.

And this little place that is barely visible on the globe…

-Do you know what that is? -Hagalund?

No, it's two small rooms and a kitchen at Love Street.

No, it's time to wake up from our day dreaming and go into this kitchen instead.

Come on!

-Frigård! -No.

-Yes, wait a little. -What is it?

Do you remember the evening by The Echo Temple?

Yes. Why?

Do you remember the first time When you asked me to become yours?

Away from the world we hid We dreamed, we forgot

That love it kept us captive I was yours and you were mine

Maybe you'll also remember the song That I sang for you?

Echo, will you answer? Answer?

Does he love only me? Only me?

The question is eternal And for an eternity we have

Listened and hoped for the same answer

-Echo will you answer? -Answer?

Say if he loves me

A word to preserve

A kiss to respond to

That's all that my heart desires

It's the same as for a thousand others In the centuries that have passed

The Echo has explained Answered only

That lovers should have each other That will never change

Forever new couples will walk there And ask the same question as always

-Echo, will you answer? -Answer?

-Does he love only me? -Only me?

The question is eternal And we have always

Listened and hoped For the same answer

-Echo will you answer? -Answer?

Tell me if he loves me

A word to preserve A kiss to respond to

What is this?

What is going on? What are you doing here?

-We thought… -You thought?

We didn't think you would be back so soon.

That's no excuse to be playing the piano in the middle of the night.

And, you have your own rooms.

-Sir, I… -Yes, it's fine. Good night!

How patient can you be, Father? They'll steal everything in the house.

Willfulness is one thing, dishonesty is something else.

I'm turning the lights out. Good night. Sleep well.

Come on, sweetie, let's go to bed.

He who has the last laugh…

Father is getting silly in his old age.

It was actually a sweet melody.

How lovely to have a whole day off.

Don't you think?

Yes.

I'm not staying here at Vinger for many more days.

And still, you have nothing to say to me?

No… What would I have to say to you?

Careful, so you don't fall down!

-You wouldn't care. -It depends on if you can swim.

No, I can't swim!

Helga! Helga! Look at me.

Can't you hear me? Talk to me.

Helga, can't you hear me? Helga…

Helga, I love you.

Helga, I know I'm not doing the right thing.

I am nothing. And what should we live off?

Love and sunshine.

One, two, three, four, five…

I've told you that I'm from a small and modest home.

But not as small and modest as ours will be.

Is that so?

Can you imagine that in the last 20 years,

that my father's business has decreased by 30% every quarter?

It must have led to a small and modest house.

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten!

-Are you spying? -No, I'm making money off you!

-I'd like 50%! -No, you've got your treat.

-Look, there's Laura! -And Bengtsson.

-Hello, Bengtsson! Welcome home. -Thank you.

-Did you get bored of the capital? -Yes, I got bored with the city.

Yes, I see.

-Laura, is that Bengtsson? -Yes, it is.

-Didn't you say he was majestic? -Yes, don't you think so?

Oh… Yes. Sure.

If you don't think he's majestic, you don't know what majestic is.

Helga and Laura, come on! This will be fun!

-Come on, Laura. -Yes, Laura.

-Come on! -Yes, I'd like to go on a ride.

Three balls for only 25 öre.

No wonder times are bad!

Three balls for only 25 öre.

Here you are, ladies and gentlemen. Three balls.

-It's not as easy as it looks. -May I try?

When it comes to smashing china, I win!

-You've practiced in the kitchen. -Yes, of course.

Three balls for only 25 öre. This was the school of maids.

Look at the teacher! He's gone mad!

Can you see? He's passionate too! I just knew it.

This is humbug! Can't you see that?

Nobody could hit that.

What are you doing? Are you going to ruin it for me?

Look at that!

I can do it when I want to.

Give me the prize. I won!

That's the one. It's nice.

If you have a cow bell you'll get a cow.

-Do I get you? -What? Me?

What about Helga?

Helga? I wasn't crazy about her.

-She was crazy about me. -Is that true?

Yes. I have 1,800 in the bank.

If you want me, take me!

I love you!

Everybody has to buy a lottery ticket.

Lovely prizes. We only have four tickets left, and large number of duds.

-Do you want a ticket, Laura? -I think it's too expensive.

-Wouldn't you like one? -No.

-We could share one. -Should we? Come!

Thank you.

Miss Jonasson? No? Is that right?

-Let's see what you might get. -77.

77.

The grand prize! A carriage with a full outfit for a baby!

Come and help me!

Make good use of it!

I've helped you with the carriage. You'll have to do the rest yourself.

Laura, wait! You'll have to take your landau.

Frigård, you'll have to hide it for me, otherwise I'll be miserable.

They will laugh at me!

Take it easy, Laura. I'll sort it out.

Laura, put the teacher in the carriage and take him to Vinger!

Oh, you are my sheikh!

Help me tidy this up.

-What is it, dear child? -I don't know, but there was a noise.

Father! Look, the light is on in the garage!

In the garage? Who would be there at this hour?

Be careful, Adolf!

I have to see what rascals are there. I'll teach them.

Thankfully I don't think they heard us.

Quiet! Somebody is coming.

Who is here?

Meow…

No, a cat can't have done this. Show yourself!

-It's just us. -You?

Yes…it's just us.

What in the world are you two doing here in the middle of the night?

We were just going to…

"Were just going to"… Well, this is starting to be a bit strange.

Tomorrow, you will report to me. Understood?

Quiet!

Yes, that's a fine story! Three o'clock in the morning!

Might I get an explanation, Frigård?

I'd rather not give an explanation, sir.

Are you laughing? This is nothing to laugh about!

What about you, Helga?

I'd rather not explain either.

That's an easy way to get out of things when you get caught red-handed.

If I didn't have worse things weighing on my conscience…

Maybe you do, Helga?

What do you mean, madam?

Nothing in particular.

Helga, would you be able to say where my brooch is?

Astrid!

Do you mean the one with the big pearl in the middle?

How did you know that's the one I meant?

Because you haven't worn it lately, madam.

-There may be a reason… -Astrid, that's enough! This is nonsense!

Excuse me, but are you accusing Helga of stealing the brooch?

No of course not. That's just nonsense!

What is it? Come in!

What do you want?

It's just me. I mean, it's the teacher…

He wanted to…and then I joined him.

-I have a confession to make. -A confession? What do you mean?

I don't want anybody to suffer on my account.

The noise in the garage last night, that was my fault.

-Your fault, Laura? -Yes.

I'd asked Frigård to hide something for me.

Something embarrassing, because I didn't want to embarrass myself.

-Embarrassing? What is it? -It was…

No, I can't tell you.

-Spit it out! -A carriage.

-A what? -A baby carriage.

-Oh, Laura! -And a full outfit for a baby!

-Ellen! Leave, child. -Please, Mother.

-Leave now. -Oh, dear.

How fun, Laura!

What does the teacher have to do with it?

I got her to do it.

What? Got her to do it?

Is that so? Was it you who…?

Poor thing. He just means well.

And I wanted to do it, you know, sir.

-Laura, did you want to…? -Both of us wanted it, of course.

I would not have thought that about you, Laura.

And with the teacher as well! I have to say that…

Hello? Yes. The dry cleaner? I don't have time for that now.

You should be ashamed of yourself Mr. Teacher.

You're in charge of making decent people out of our innocent children.

You're meant to be a role model.

And you're causing such a scandal!

What are you saying, sir? A sca…

Quiet, Bengtsson!

Excuses make it worse!

This will be handled, no matter the cost.

-But please… -Don't meddle. I'll deal with this!

What do they want now? Hello. Speaking.

What? Again?

Helga, take the phone and find out what he wants.

Hello? Yes, this is the Vinger estate.

What are you saying? Have you found…?

Have you?

There. Would you be so kind as to sign this, mister?

Go ahead.

Maybe it's best to read it through first. Yes. Read!

One moment.

-Excuse me, sir. -What is it?

It's the dry-cleaner.

They're saying they found a brooch on a blouse from the Vinger residence.

Yes, it did come from here. Thank you so much!

-Anyone can make a mistake. -Is that so? Yes, maybe you.

But not me.

Oh, no! You're not going to run away. Go ahead and sign.

-But please… -Just sign.

That's right.

Laura, come here. Now we've got him.

I'm man enough to put such scoundrels in their place.

Get married? Thank you so much, sir!

-And 5,000 kronor! -But not until you are married.

Yes.

-But he hasn't proposed yet. -What?

Has he not proposed?

That doesn't matter. He's signed it!

So, tell me Laura, when is the baby due?

-The baby? -Yes.

-What baby? -The baby that will lie in the carriage!

Don't be so silly! Oh, I'm sorry.

We're not expecting anything. Not a child, I mean.

No, we've never even thought about anything like that.

No…

-Never. -But why do you have a carriage then?

We won it at the raffle, you know.

Yes.

Father…

So this is a scam! You've tricked me out of 5,000 kronor!

It was you who brought the baby into it, sir.

-What? Did I…? -Yes.

What I've written stands.

Make sure you get use of the money. And the carriage too.

I can't promise that.

-Come, little Laura. -Good bye! Bye!

What are you standing there smirking for? Get out!

Stop there!

With regards to you two, I guess you should have some compensation.

How about a wedding here at Vinger around Christmas?

I don't understand what you mean, sir?

A wedding? Sir, do you mean a wedding between the two of us?

-No… -No.

Don't you think I have eyes?

I'm never wrong!

-No, that's right! -Go on, get out!

They're good at inviting people over,

but they don't consider how I will manage. That they don't.

-But can't I…? -Don't step on my toes!

Don't run around like that!

-What grand visitors do we have today? -I don't know.

But I am glad that you're helping me, Helga.

Otherwise I don't know how I would cope.

Think a little! Now you've gone crazy too!

Don't spill on the tray! And don't drop the glasses!

They're like headless chickens.

-Who owns it? -One of the guests. Nice things!

They're nice, but is there any speed in them?

-What do you mean? -Do they go fast?

Oh, if they go fast? You think you can go faster than "Blixten"?

-Have you named yours? -Yes. Come and have a look.

The factory owner has helped me a lot, so I'm calling it "Vinger".

"Vinger"?

-Yes, of course! The estate. -Yes.

Vinger. That's really good. Vinger.

I'm not meant to say good luck, but here you are!

-Is this genever? -You bet.

They wouldn't dare offer you anything else. Cheers!

Thank you.

Excuse me?

What are you staring at, idiot? Cocktail or aquavit?

What if we'd have an aquavit, little miss?

-A cocktail for you. -Let's sit down at the table.

Stop playing that music.

You're remarkable, Helga!

You're astonishing.

You know, I never thought that about you.

You don't know how much gratitude I owe you for the bet.

I'll give you your diamond ring as soon as you're back in town.

I don't think I'll take that ring, Jörgen.

I don't think my fiancé would like that.

Your fiancé? Who is that?

He's the driver here at the estate.

This is excellent, Helga.

You've managed to fool a driver at a farm that you'll get engaged to him.

That's the funniest thing I've ever heard.

-He doesn't know who I am. -What?

Have you fooled him too?

It'll be fun to see what the old man says when I see him at the races.

-Are you driving Father's bike? -Yes, it's tuned.

We'll win with it.

Good luck then, Jörgen.

-But I'm hoping for another winner. -Who?

My fiancé.

Are you serious?

-What is he driving? -His own. He's built it himself.

You wouldn't be able to do that.

That's some speed! Who was that?

Helga! Helga!

Helga! So…

Frigård wanted me to pass you a message.

He says thank you for the scam, that's what he said.

I don't know what that's about…

And he told me to say you don't have to make an effort anymore.

He's gone now, and he won't be coming back. No.

Well, I don't get it.

The race is still being controlled by five men at the front.

This has never happened in a race.

The two at the front are Jörgen Beckman who has number six,

and number three, Bertil Frigård.

Their wheels are almost touching.

Who is that Frigård who is chasing Jörgen lap after lap.

And his bike is called "Vinger."

What new brand is this?

Jörgen Beckman is riding the old competition brand "Blixten."

Bertil Frigård is riding the new brand "Vinger."

It's the final lap. It's impossible to predict the winner.

Anyone of the five at the front can win.

Ouch, somebody came off their bike at the bend.

It was number 17, Gustaf Karlsson, who is out of the race.

Only four potential winners are remaining.

In a race like this, you have to be prepared for… No, another one is out!

The speed is too crazy.

And Frigård is out of the race. No, that's not him.

The two at the front are still "Blixten" Beckman and "Vinger" Frigård.

Within a minute, three men have fallen off their bikes.

Beckman or Frigård have to win.

Beckman will probably win.

-Frigård! Go, Frigård! -Have you gone mad!

-Who is Frigård? -The winner!

Go Frigård! Go!

Frigård is accelerating quickly. He's closing in on Beckman.

Frigård pushes past Beckman. Frigård is extending the lead.

Frigård is in the lead.

Frigård wins!

Frigård won. My clock shows that it was in record time.

Three hours and 59 minutes.

Beckman is two seconds behind.

-Frigård! Congratulations! Well done. -Thanks.

But you were wrong to leave Helga like that.

What do you mean?

-Did you know she's in love with you? -With me?

-Didn't you know that? -No, I didn't know that.

She told me that the night you left Vinger.

-Did she say that? -Jörgen!

Jörgen!

-So it was you after all? -Yes.

Maybe you'll think about my invention now, sir.

Yes, maybe.

Would you come to dinner at my home, so we can talk about it?

Thank you sir, I'll be there.

Jörgen!

Well, that's done. Are you satisfied with the deal?

Yes, sir.

I'll say! You don't get a deal like that every day!

I'm still happy, even though "Blixten" didn't win.

I've got my daughter back. Yes, that one.

What a girl! She knows how to run a household.

And she looks good too. Look at her.

She got a medal for saving a man from drowning.

-Is this your daughter, sir? -Of course.

-No, that's impossible! -Impossible?

I don't think so!

There she is in the flesh.

Come in, Helga. May I introduce you to Mr. Frigård?

Pleased to meet you. Sorry, was it Frigård?

You darn rascal!

What in the world?

What is this?

THE END

Subtitles: Aino Bergh