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-Hi! Pah, an old ghoul. -Frankenstrumpet!

-How about them, then? -The dark one, Kerstin, works at the bank.

Her I've had... Useless!

We'll give them a miss.

They're wasting their time.

I picked them up last week. Still at school.

-Have to be home before 11. -Ridiculous, huh?

Let's have a look at those down there.

THANKS TO THE ROAD DEVILS, CAR ANGELS, CASA NOVA DRIVERS

AND ALL OTHER PARTICIPATING CRUISERS -

- AND ALL THE CRUISER CHICKS

-Are you a virgin? -No, and I don't play with dolls, either.

-Pity. Tonight we're after virgins. -Let me come!

-So you're a virgin? Jump in. -She's no more a virgin than my old gran.

Shut up.

-Hello. Are you waiting for someone? -What do you think?

-Can't I go with you? -First time, huh?

You're 20 seconds too late. They were cruising for someone like you.

Look!

Ride on antiques? No way!

-Will this do? -I don't know...

No, how would you? Look at you...

-Where's the virgin off to, then? -Home.

So you thought. Get a ride with a cruiser and you've only got yourself to blame.

If you want a ride, you need to pay up for gas.

I've only got... five kronor.

That's okay. A virgin's a virgin, and they're scarce.

-Right, Putte? -Sure thing.

They are indeed.

-Well, this is a bit dead... -What shall we do now?

Do? Polish chrome.

How did it go?

Couldn't take it anymore. Sold it as scrap.

You're out of your mind.

I've driven there and back for months. I've put hundreds into that car.

Know what they said today? "Dirty pointer, come back next week."

Those general inspections are useless.

Might as well sell it for scrap. What wheels will you get now?

No readies.

-What are you staring at? -That.

He's a total screwball. He's just after other guys' chicks.

Then when things get serious, he's off!

Hi. Are you Roffe's new polishing expert?

-Seems so. -Hey! Don't stand there talking.

I'll be there in a bit to check.

Hey. You've got to be tough on them. It's the only thing they like.

It's just another evening.

The balls bounce around.

What's going to happen is already underway.

For this story has neither beginning nor end.

-The girl on the car radiator. Such bull! -Wasn't it true, then?

She was wearing jeans. Have you ever tried it in jeans?

-No? -No, I haven't actually.

Were you at Janne's bash yesterday? So Janne's pretty much had it, then...

-Why do you call me "The Sheikh"? -The word's going round, you know.

Sure, but I don't like it.

-Some cars don't have owners. -Really? What do you mean?

They've just been left on the street. What do I know?

Bull!

But we could always borrow one and have a bit of fun with it...

-Those cars are of no use to anyone. -You're right!

You seize your chance. Everyone does, all the time.

If it works, it works.

-What are you doing? -I almost made 2,000. Then I screwed up.

-But it should be possible. -Give it a rest.

Not me.

-Though I intend to... -To do what?

Damn...

Shit.

That was fun! That went really well, even though it was my first ever ride!

-I feel like a witch! -You look like one, too.

Out of the way...

-I think it's the rotor. -I'm not sure about that.

It doesn't look too bad.

-The breakers look okay. It's the spring. -The carburetor was banging.

Hard westerly breeze, dropping slowly. Visibility good.

The Bohus Coast and Lake Vänern...

EYES, LIPS POEMS BY HJALMAR GULLBERG

How do you kiss properly?

It's simple. Just stick your tongue out and waggle it, like this.

It's a bit horrid the first few times, but after that it's fun.

-Just how old are you? -I turned 15 last week.

You should get yourself a chick, Lasse.

Someone to have some fun with...

-Got anyone in mind? -That vulture in the corner, for instance.

You've got to go along with it. All the way to hell!

Or that one there: "Year-round grazer," they call her.

You know what Mom said when I got back? "I know I can trust you, my dear."

"Of course you can," I said.

Now she's your type. The chick at the door. The kid with the ponytail.

In with you now. Have some fun!

But you've got to get a chick, Lasse, or it'll look strange.

Stop going on.

Shall we play?

What do you look like? This won't do.

Pure Sunday school. Come here...

-Don't... -Keep still. It won't hurt.

"It gives us a chance to get out of here."

"Do you want a card, Tomahawk?"

"I don't want to take them from Bruce. He can have them to play with in jail."

It has "The Night Eagle" too. Do you want to hear that as well?

-It's my last evening here. -I know. But can't I see you again?

You have to get your own chick. Not someone else's.

I'm too scared, anyway. What'll I say to the guys? I've never had anyone.

-Then it's about time. -But what do you talk to guys about?

Anything.

-But what? -"But what?"

"Don't you want to take care of my virginity, big daddy?"

"I'm so worried about it."

If Mom could see me now. She'd have a heart attack!

-Where's Bibban? -I don't know.

-Of course you know. You live together. -Keep an eye on your chick yourself.

I asked you where Bibban was!

-Don't bother yourself. -Get lost!

-Well? -I'll tell you.

She went out with someone, but only for kicks.

-Who? -Some bald dope.

-I like you. You're a scream! -Your health, Bibban.

Can't I call you something else? Bibban sounds like an animal's name.

It suits me. It's the only name I have.

Woof woof! Whistle to Bibban and she comes running...

THE COTTAGE CAFÉ

-I feel sorry for Bibban. -She'll be okay. She's tough as nails.

You think so?

-Hey, Lankan. Get lost! -I haven't done anything.

Scram, I said!

Follow me, we're going to get Bibban!

I'll get her for this.

-Hey, see you! -Hey, kid. Going out cruising?

You bet. The cavalry's heading out!

Waiter! A whisky and soda.

Get two. Ah, let's not be stingy. Get three.

We'll have three.

You're a bit of a dandy, and thinking of getting a lover to shower with goodies!

Nice clothes, rings, necklaces and silver and gold!

-That's enough. -Not for me!

Hey. You can dance later. Not here...

We're going somewhere else... Later.

-And dance in bed, is that it? -Why not?

Listen.

What if you don't get any pay-back from all this?

What if I just say thanks for dinner and take off?

That would not be good. But you won't do that. Not you...

Oh no, you'll get paid, in one way or another.

This is fun, and I'm already getting a bit tipsy.

"Cruisers," they call us and think we're just on the pull.

As if everyone wasn't on the pull...

Some just pull what they like the look of. Temporary, like...

Others pull for good.

...this precious peace you shall be kind and happy in life

You have to take your chance. Take it now!

Your savior awaits you in the tent...

...with string music and song and witness.

And the cruising goes on...

Only you know how to make life glitter so

Before you came to me, my dove

the world was empty and gray

To think that love was

so fabulous

To think that a joy so rare

was out there somewhere

But thanks to you

I knew it had to be true

Before you came to me, my dove

I never knew love

Only you know how to make the wind play so

Hey. Tell me that you love me...

-...as much as that. -You know that I do.

Then say it.

Surely you know it. I like you.

To think that love was

so fabulous

To think that a joy so rare was out there somewhere

And the cruising goes on. All over town.

You're fun! I like you.

Don't you believe me? Well here's to you, then!

-Do you happen to know Beatrice Larsson? -Keep track of your chick yourself!

-Sorry. -Never heard of her.

What the hell is this chump doing here?

-I'm sorry to trouble you, but... -Shove it and clear off.

-Do you know...? -No, and if I did I wouldn't tell you!

The little chick wasn't happy in the nest, huh?

We'll wait. We know she comes here sometimes.

Moms and dads. They're like eggs. Totally cracked!

I usually tell Mom, "So what if I ride with guys who have a car?"

"I can't help it if Pop picked you up on his bike."

I know how it feels...

It's like no one cares about you.

-What do you mean? -I've also had my problems.

People aren't as different as you might think.

Hey girl, watch out for that one...

I know how it feels.

When you get home you feel more of a failure than when you arrived.

Take one of these, it'll make you feel better.

It's harmless.

-I feel sorry for her. -She's a square. It's her lookout.

-You go and make the call. -But what's the doll's real name?

No idea. Ask for Bibban or someone.

-I can't do that! -Stop the chat!

Tell them there's a chick at a table with some bald chump.

Okay.

Borstis and Lelle, come with me. You too. Putte, sort out the trunk!

And you others be ready in case they chase them out, okay?

-Can I help you gentlemen? -We're waiting for someone.

Doorman...

Sorry, what was the lady's name?

Bibban? No, I wouldn't know. I beg your pardon?

Hello? Hello?

Hang up. We're the ones who called.

-How nice. But I don't have time today. -No, I know.

-Nice dress. -It's none of your business.

It'd be a shame to ruin it. Take her!

No! Let me go! What are you doing?

Put me down!

-We could do with a crowbar. -Bull!

These locks stink. Have you got a different spoon?

Done it!

Get in

Now for some cruising!

I can't get it into first. Or second...

-It's got a gear-shift lock. -There's a man staring at us!

Let him stare.

-Reverse! Use the choke! -Tell me when I need to turn!

-Go forwards! -I can't, you idiot!

To the right! Reverse!

The cops are coming!

They weren't after us!

Another cop car!

It's just an ambulance. Come on!

Pull yourself together, kid!

Hey, Putte, watch the rock face.

Watch the rock face, I said!

Chickens. That was the North Bend, wasn't it?

None of your business.

You're pretty.

-But you ain't no virgin! -No way!

-Any idiot can take the Bend at 60 mph! -So that'd be you driving, huh?

Yeah, it would!

Hey, stop that!

What a horrid place.

Well, hello there! What are you doing here?

It was nice not to see your monkey face for a while.

Careful, you don't want to dirty yourself.

What a shame that'd be, huh?

-So what fun have you got lined up now? -I figured you needed some fresh air.

Take a quick bath, maybe.

Looks lovely.

Well, what's it to be?

-Shall we throw you in or will you jump? -I think you're cruel.

-I've done nothing to you. -It's for your own good.

I like you.

I know.

Well?

Sure I can jump in. Then I'm done with you.

Dress on.

How's it going? Is it nice down there?

It's not too bad.

-Not quite the night you'd planned, huh? -Keep throwing!

Stop! Let's get out of here.

They're like... Martians.

It makes me so mad! If I could understand how Beatrice...

-It isn't that hard to understand. -Isn't it?

Well it damn well is for me.

Damn people. The grown-ups are idiots.

Damn people!

My brother's the only decent person there is.

Bro! Bro!

The last clump was a bull's eye!

-Hey. Where have you been? -Over by the marsh.

Bro? Roffe?

-Was it the same old thing? -Yeah.

If I'd been home, I'd...

-Want a soda or something? -No.

I couldn't stay at home. Pop was plastered.

He just kept hitting Mom.

Then the ambulance came to pick her up.

Can't I stay in the car with you, Roffe?

It'll be all right. We'll have a soda, anyway. Come on.

You stay there and polish chrome.

It's crazy! She was like the world's timidest chick!

Not bad, huh?

Not bad. Check out her face.

If Mom could see me now!

Lankan's dream pills... They're the deal!

You're wonderful! The whole world is wonderful!

It's like a fairy tale.

If your pills do this, I want more! This is perfect!

-Can I have a word? -Come on, let's go.

-Don't you recognize his sort? -I don't care. He's mine. And I'm his.

-You'll be wiped out soon. Let's talk. -I don't have time for you. Never will.

Got the brush-off, Roffe? Not your night for the chicks, is it?

Hello.

-Who is it? -Come and see.

-What luck that someone came along! -Luck? Maybe it was skill.

What do you look like?

Roffe's such an idiot. That chump was just a bit of fun.

-Where are you headed? The garbage dump? -Funny. I have to wash up.

Get into the back. On the floor!

Why did you come this way?

I was talking to Nina tonight. About chicks and that.

Made me think of tough ol' Bibban, abandoned in the mud, wanted by no one.

-Bull. -It was so moving that I drove up here.

Not many true words there...

There were, actually. Quite a few.

How's it going with Roffe?

He likes me.

Otherwise he wouldn't have done what he did tonight. He said as much, too!

-You're in love with him, huh? -I can't break free...

I'll slit his throat.

Hang a right, it'll take us to the jetty.

-You know, Lasse, you're kinda funny. -Am I?

Yes. What do you do? What do you work with, I mean?

I'm a student. Mom says I'll make something of myself.

"Make something of myself..."

What do you do?

Take the elevator, up and down, to get into the habit.

I've had lots of jobs. Right now, it's the elevator.

"Third floor, suitcases..."

"Fifth floor, gentlemen's clothing." You should hear the offers I get!

Nice for you, you mucky pup!

You can get out here.

Thanks! It'll be nice to get this mess rinsed off.

-Have you got any spare pants or a shirt? -No.

-Pity. -I can close my eyes.

You don't have to, but the cops might nab you if you drive round with a naked chick!

Jeez, I'm starving. Want something? Cheer up, it wasn't that bad.

-It was horrible. -Never mind. It'll get better.

Can you hold this?

-What if I got pregnant? -Who cares?

-What? -It doesn't matter.

You can't get hitched to a druggie anyway. Your mom and pop would disapprove.

Are you going to get your briefs wet?

You could've given them to me!

There's something about swimming at night. It washes off a load of--

You could do with that.

-Besides, it's nice to be alone for a bit. -What was that?

It's nice to be alone, I said.

-I'll borrow your shirt. -Go ahead.

Hey, Lasse...

Are you the kind who needs his car in bed with the engine idling to get it up?

-Not necessarily. -Because I've known one of those before!

-Let's row back. It's getting cold. -Not yet. It's my turn.

-I want to talk to you. -What do you mean?

Say, Lasse...

What do you want with your chicks?

-I'll hit you! -Give me a second to think, will you?

-Do you want to have sex with them? -Of course I do!

-With all of them? -No... Not exactly.

Bull!

Tell me the truth. It'll be worth it.

With the ones who are fun... and pretty.

Who you can have fun with.

-Like you. -If you could choose anyone?

Of course... If I was the only guy alive...

I'd line up the hottest chicks in the world, naked...

And I'd make them beg.

-And then? -I'd select the best.

-All guys are like that. -Most of them.

But with me, you'd be top!

It's true, I swear!

Bye bye, you liar! You chump!

Okay, I'll tell you the truth!

Go ahead and hit me, but it's true.

You'd be at the top.

That was brutal of me. I thought it was my turn, but it wasn't.

Jeez, it's cold!

-Bibban... -Stop that, I don't like it!

If you want sex with me, it'd be easier to just say so.

As you wish.

You're too kind, Lasse. I can't take it.

It makes me feel strange...

-Tough ol' Bibban, huh? -I don't have to be all the time.

I've got used to paying out when someone's kind to me.

My first time was when I was 12.

Have you had many guys?

No, you'll be my first...

...tonight.

Not tonight, anyway...

I like you too much.

"Like," sure.

All that about liking and love - it's all phony.

You feel lonely, so you say "I like you." It's just words.

When the other one says "I like you too," you take them at their word.

Ridiculous.

So you think it best to go along with it and say "You're the nicest guy I've met."

It's just bunk, but he falls for it. You would, too...

Then the guy says: "You're the foxiest chick ever."

You know you're not but you think a guy who thinks that is worth holding onto.

Then off it goes... True love and all that.

Though it's all just baloney.

"He makes a sudden move like a wizard and seems to pluck something from his ear."

"A black beetle shakes its head anxiously."

Ah! I mean "Bull Horn shakes his head anxiously."

"It seems as if our strong friend had beetles in his head instead of a brain."

-That's cheating! -No one's forcing you to stay.

Bye.

-Where are you off to? -Home.

-Home? Tell us another one. -I'd be happy to. I'm tired of this.

You imagine that this is living. But it's all so childish.

Tonight it's goodbye for ever. I'm getting hitched next week.

-You, married! Who to? -A guy.

-How original. -It's worse. He hasn't got a car.

Not even a driver's license.

Hey! See you around, huh?

-You've lost your touch tonight! -Shut up!

The keys are in the bag, and the bag's in the trunk of Roffe's car.

And Nina's not at home, so I won't be able to get in there.

-I can't go round all night like this. -What's wrong with my shirt?

Watch it, or I'll make you give it back!

Hey...

If you drive straight on here, and then take a right and then a left...

and then up the hill and take a right again...

Wilco.

-Right, left, hill, right. -That's it.

I just hope Mom and Pop aren't in.

-What a lot of cars! -Yes, and they're just standing there.

What use are they to anyone?

Hey... What would you say to a Yankee, for instance?

-There's a Chevy over there! -Chevy? It's a '59 Ford! Come on.

-Are you mad? Reading this late at night? -You scared me. I thought you were Mom.

You shouldn't be reading anyway!

Don't be silly. What have you done, have you lost your clothes?

-Where are Mom and Pop? -Out looking for you.

Can't you come back home? They go on about you all the time.

Rather that than go on at me.

But they don't go on at you. You can handle them.

You'll be okay, Sis. You're a good girl.

-Where are your clothes? -None of your business.

-Do you think I don't know? -I'm sure you do.

It's just that you've got it wrong this time.

I've found a guy, you see. For real.

I think.

You know I can stay up until half past nine now!

How ridiculous. Little children need their sleep.

Well, I can. Otherwise I'll be like you, they say.

Like me...

When I was your age, I came home and pretended I was engaged...

I got such a hiding that I cried for days afterwards every time I sat down.

They called me stupid. And ugly.

So I stole from Mom's purse and bought some night creme.

And when they found out... Oh, dear!

Have you ever stole from Mom?

-No, you get what you want anyway. -What did you say?

-Nice weather, I said. -I've learned a new bedtime prayer.

-Really? How does it go? -Like this:

"God who holds all children dear Watch over me as I lie here."

"Wherever I turn in bed at night a bedbug will be sure to bite."

Remember that. It'll come in useful when you grow up.

I'm off. You won't say anything to Mom, will you? Promise?

-Will you ever come back? -Oh yes, and we'll go have fun.

-You promise? -I promise. Sleep tight!

-Goodbye. -Bye...

-There. I told you I'd be quick. -So where do you wish to go, Ma'am?

I don't know.

Drive where you want. Away from all this.

I like it in this car. Let's drive to Hell, Lasse!

All right, to Hell it is!

-I hope you know the way. -Oh, yes. Just go straight down.

You're a totally different chick. You're real pretty!

Think of something to do, now. Something fun!

Think of something yourself!

I've put on a skirt and top and makeup. Even sat in the back. And you snub me.

You could at least play around with me. I feel up for it...

With the engine idling, huh? So you'll really feel at home?

Now you're being mean again!

I know you don't want to. And neither do I, anyway.

But it feels as if I've run away from some obligation.

-Ever played the knee game? -Oh, yes, and I always win.

Not against me!

-Anyway that's a lie. Chicks always lose. -You reckon? Shall we give it a try?

It's fun! More so than the other thing...

-Okay! -Hands on your knees and nowhere else!

I'll beat you!

You think so? Keep your knees together, then!

-I'll wait here. -There's no need.

You'll be back soon. They usually are.

Thank you, anyway.

Mother?

-Are you at home, Mother? -Yes, my dear!

-Did you have a nice time tonight? -Can you come down?

I don't have time. Get to bed, you've got school tomorrow.

But I want to talk to you!

-Are you listening? -Yes, my dear.

-What was that? -Your favorite Meissen bowl, my dear.

How did that happen? That upsets me.

Mind your face pack doesn't crack. I threw it against the table.

-Have you lost your mind? -No, I just wanted to talk to you.

Know what I did tonight?

What is it, Anne-Marie?

I lay with a man.

Mind the face pack, Mother.

Poor you, you've aged all of a sudden. You're surprised.

But I wanted to!

But it was with no one I care about. Not at all. He was disgusting!

There now, Anne-Marie. I won't judge. Sit down and let's talk.

-What is it? -A truck.

It doesn't matter. The windows are steamed up.

I like you, Bibban. You don't stand a chance.

I don't like anyone.

That's just talk.

I like you, Bibban. I like you a lot.

Do you? For real, Lasse?

You bet...

I'll have to give in soon. I can't take it anymore!

It's the old lady's coffee. Real swell it is. Have another sandwich.

Oh, Lasse!

-I've never been able to talk to you. -No? I've done my best.

I've joked around with you.

-Almost felt as if we were the same age. -You the same age as me, not me as you.

-Every word has been a lie. -That's not true.

Since you started high school you've kept yourself to yourself, like a sulky clam.

But I left you in peace.

Now I'm the one who's done wrong.

You expect your parents to be super-humans, mind-readers.

Maybe some are, but I'm not.

Everything about me was to be as sweet as a children's book.

Your sensible, innocent little girl.

If I'd had a boy you'd have seen us like in a women's magazine story.

A coffee-klatsch relationship!

You know what it's like to be a girl. You know what boys are like.

Now listen to me, Anne-Marie.

Even the worst criminal walks free after ten years.

But what we parents do to our children,

because we don't understand them and don't know any better,

we pay for for the rest of our lives.

You're ridiculous. Always have been.

Nothing in life is how you pretended to me it was.

It's not so easy.

I've never been happy. Not in the way I'd hoped you would be.

-But I'll try and explain-- -So you think it's time now?

Is your little girl going to hear what life's really like?

There's no need.

I'm not in a cradle anymore, in case you haven't noticed.

I can't defend myself, Anne-Marie.

You'll never understand me. I'm altogether helpless.

Old, grotesque, and helpless.

All at once, as you said.

You might as well try to keep up appearances...

Even though they're starting to crack.

Carry on being so happy. All cutesy with Pop.

While having sex with Uncle Henrik.

-And Pop knows about it. -How did you find out?

Find out? I just have.

It's nice to have a young lover, don't you think?

I feel good when I drive. Everything feels so nice!

-It's nice driving barefoot, isn't it? -I've never tried.

It obeys me now, feel it? Does exactly as I want.

Some guys I get... First the car, then the chick.

-I could do a deal. -Like what?

I'll buy you off Roffe. The car for the chick.

Roffe never lets anyone take over his chicks when he's done.

Not a guy he knows.

A chick who jilted Roffe would never sit in a cruiser again.

Listen...

If I sell my cruiser and get a Volkswagen...

You don't mean that.

I do...

I'm getting old. Right now I feel as if I'm ready to get hitched.

To you.

It feels silly. But fun, too!

What would Roffe say? "Congratulations, what do you want for a wedding present?"

Go easy now, the North Bend's coming up.

It's where Pysen and Lill-Eva crashed last fall. Pulp, they were.

-Do you think we can take it at 60 mph? -What? 45 and we'll be all right.

-It's possible. -I said it's not. Slow down!

Slow down!

-That scared you, huh? -Might've done...

-Where are you taking us? -To the Cottage, of course.

I see.

So that's why you wanted to drive. To get back to Roffe nice and easy.

You think so?

Can't we go back to my pad? You can crash there for the night.

-I could have a serious word with Mom. -Do you mean that?

I just have to get my bag. It's still in Roffe's car.

You could have said that right off...

One and a half gallons... That's 3.80 kronor.

-I'm short. Have you got five öre? -No.

-What do we do? You've got to have it. -You're scared!

-It's awkward. Five öre. -I haven't got a purse.

-So what do we do now? -You've got me.

-You said you didn't have anything. -Leave me as a deposit.

Don't be silly. What the heck am I going to do?

Take a pill and it'll make everything all right, don't you think?

You louse! You pig!

You talk as if your mouth is full of rats!

If your tail had been hanging out I could've seen what you were. I hate you.

God, I hate you so much, you goddamn disgusting pig!

-Whatever I do, it's wrong. -Jesus Christ!

If only there was some way of exterminating you!

Just hit you with a fly swatter until you're just a damp patch.

It's wrong to have an old IFA, to wear a tie, to wear a blazer...

When I was a kid it was wrong to wear a bodice and brown socks - like I did.

Why does everyone blame me - including you?

I've found five öre! Crazy.

I can't help it if you threw yourself into my arms. You wanted to, right?

Me too. I generally do. I like them young.

-I like it when they cry. -Don't kid yourself.

I don't cry. I learn.

Listen, I'll go pay and then we'll head off to the Cottage.

So you can show me off... afterwards.

What a set of wheels! Watch this!

It's stuff like this that impresses them!

-You think they'll think it's ours? -It could be Pop's. If I had such a pop.

The chicks will fall at our feet! They stick to these cars like stamps!

Hi! Nice wheels, huh?

-Are they yours? -They're Pop's, of course. Want a ride?

Sure, if you're asking.

-Say, how old are you? -Fifteen. As of last week.

-Sounds good. Get us a Coke, will you? -Okay!

Well, this is glamorous!

-Beatrice... -I see you're on the roam again.

Beatrice! Wait, I have to talk to you!

Get your hands off me!

Beatrice!

What a pretty couple you make. Decent of you to look after my chick.

I'm done with you.

Are you deaf? I told you at the marsh before I took my evening swim.

So you think you've got yourself a new guy?

-You better believe it. -I'm just here to get my bag off you.

As I said. You're having a bad day with the chicks.

Get him, Roffe!

-Beatrice! Come home with us! -Let go! It's me they're fighting over!

Goddamn, it's just like the Wild West, huh?

Well... What's it to be?

You're selling me pretty cheap right now. Wouldn't you say?

Shall I leave with Roffe, then?

Aren't you going to answer the chick?

Is it your chick or mine?

Is it my chick?

So much for true love.

Come on, Bibban. Let's go.

-What about me? -Go home to bed.

-Beatrice.. -Goodbye, all of you!

Do something! Beatrice!

Bro! Roffe!

-It's too bad, Lasse. -Did you get your ass kicked?

Go get him!

The police!

Let's go after them!

Something's happened. We should go see.

So he dared to follow, did he? That was foolish of him.

Don't like the company? Outrun him, if you can.

-I'll fix your little darling... -Bah! "Darling."

So. Who is it you like, really?

Don't know...

Who do I like? I like myself. And I like it when things happen.

And things certainly have tonight!

He's had it now!

-Isn't he chasing us? -Yep, here he comes.

Okay... Time to put my foot down!

-Do you know where this road leads? -No.

-Nowhere. -What do you mean?

It just ends.

Right out onto a jetty and then... the lake.

-Are you insane? -I'll show you how sane I am.

I'll make it, but not him. Bad luck, huh?

Hold on to your hat...

-He was no match for me. -It's called murder!

It's not my fault he drove right out into the lake!

It's not my fault he doesn't know the road. It's not!

-Open the door. -It'd be best for you to stay there!

Best for your health, too.

-What do you mean by that? -I want to be alone.

-Open up! -I'm fed up with you!

Watch your face. I might happen to spit at it.

Ow!

-Strange... -What was?

That was Roffe's car. But Bibban was driving. He wasn't there.

-Move yourself! -But you're soaking wet!

-Be quick about it! -You'll ruin my car.

Do as I say or you'll be barred from the café!

Let's not get carried away. Of course, if I can be of service...

So you've come along after all. Unlucky for you.

Don't be stupid. Let me out!

I think you look comfy back there.

-What's all this about? -None of your business.

Help me!

I don't like being locked up!

Are you starting to fret? I told you it'd be bad for your health.

I'm approaching the North Bend.

What do you say to taking it at 60? That'd be fun, huh?

You're out of your mind! You won't make it! You'll kill us both!

So what?

Hey. I didn't mean all that about Lasse. You know that, don't you?

Let me out!

-He's my first guy. We had sex tonight. -I can tell.

Took some pills to get you in the mood, right?

I would've been anyway, on a night like this. But not with that.

Step on it, or I'll drive it myself

-Put your foot down! -If I do, it'll go through the floor.

Hey, Roffe...

-Do you like having sex with me? -There's no one better!

Listen... Can't you be a good girl and stop for a while?

I'm feeling sick...

Scared, huh? What happened to the bravado?

You won't, I can tell.

-I know you won't. -Then you can relax, can't you?

Know why there's no one better than me? Because I don't enjoy it.

It's not that I'm repulsed by it.

It's like picking your nose. You can practice till you're good at it.

I think most chicks feel the same.

-Do you know Bibban? -No.

I like Bibban...

...but she doesn't like anyone. Not for real.

Maybe she's right.

I could go for a new chick every night and then drop them, like all the others.

-Why don't you do that, then? -I'll have to learn how.

I'm doing 75 mph now.

We can take the North Bend at 75, right?

You mustn't!

I'm so scared! I don't want to die!

But you could leave Lasse to die, huh?

-Please, Bibban... -Disgusting!

Cheer up, Roffe! Hold it together, now.

Let's share the task. I take the risk and you hold it together.

Mom will be devastated!

And my kid brother! I've got to take care of my brother!

So that he turns out like you?

And my foreman at work. He'll expect me tomorrow and I won't be there...

Not far to go now.

My whole life has been so pointless. Stupid and pointless.

I have to break free. From everything. From Roffe.

I didn't mean it. Not in any real sense.

It just happened. It's always "just happened."

Everything has always "just happened."

Take one of these, it'll make you feel better.

So here we are...

Guilty.

Scared.

It's all over for her. All over for me.

For others, the pointlessness will carry on as before...

until they grow up, too.

I did it.

I did it! Come see!

Where is everyone?

Wake up! I did it. It's crazy! Come see for yourself.

2,000. A world record! 2,000!

The first one in the world.

Well, that's that.

I'm going to do it again! You bet I will!

This is the end of the story.

But it can start any how, anywhere.

The cruising goes on...

Subtitle Translation by: Neil Betteridge