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Money - A tragicomic saga (1946)

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Digitally restored by the Swedish Film Institute in 2019

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Is there something I can help you with?

Maybe kick the bucket?

No, no, no! Don't jump! That can end badly!

The ropes are so bad nowadays. They are wartime quality.

Tell me, brother... why are you so weary?

Why...

-Why? -Because I don't have any money.

Can you please help me with money for food and shelter?

It's a good catch for Bertil Wallner.

Imagine being the only child of a millionaire.

-And yet so lovely. -She isn't the only lovely girl.

-I love you, Maria. -And I love you, Bertil.

-I'm so happy tonight. -Me, too.

Uncle seems to be in a particularly good mood tonight.

-Everyone panicked. -They bought like crazy.

We made a quarter of a million in profit.

Let's put a pillow behind you to support you.

No, I don't want any pillow. I'm just fine.

-Sure you don't want a drink? -No, I don't want a drink.

And I don't want anything to eat either.

Watch it. I can manage my money myself.

-Your father looks troubled tonight. -No, he's like a ray of sunshine.

-Eight. -Two.

All right, raise to 50.

-I feel a draft. -It's probably the door. I'll close it.

-Could you spare a penny, sir? -Pardon?

-Can you give me some money? -I can't hear what he's saying.

-What was that? -Probably just a beggar.

Let's go dance.

I told you so!

You can't trust those ropes nowadays. It's like paper!

That could have ended badly.

You could have killed yourself in the fall!

What's the point of living when everything is about money?

I've never had any money.

I don't have a chance of getting any either.

Why waste this wonderful spring morning

worrying about not having money or how to get it?

The present is the only thing we can be sure we have.

So enjoy it while you can.

Enjoy? When I don't have a place to sleep or something to eat.

-I can't even get work. -Work?!

Have you seen a cat work? No, never.

Then why should humans do work when we are smarter?

And the sons of millionaires, they sleep their way to success!

I'm not a son of a millionaire. I'm just hungry.

My brother... we'll take care of that hunger of yours.

Follow me!

The evening paper.

Yes?

Yes?

You don't say? Yes, we'll send the usual five crowns.

What's the address?

My son, one man's loss is another man's gain.

Let's wait for the money by the ocean. We can count waves.

"Robbery and murder! Embezzlement! Bribing scandal!

Poor young man hangs himself!"

It's all about money!

Money? I have an idea.

Yes, money. An idea for a movie!

I can already see how the money will pour in!

You all know why you are here.

I will now read the last will and testament of Kurt Bergdahl.

"I hereby declare my last will to be the following.

Dear relatives, I assume you are happy I am finally gone.

I have seen the disappointment when you visited me to suck up

and you found me in good health, much to your chagrin.

Beata, I assume you are standing there biting your nails.

And Karl-Gustav has face spasms thinking about money.

I have tricked you many times, and I have done so again.

I leave my entire fortune, about 1.5 million crowns,

to my deceased cleaning lady's son, Harry Orvar Larsson.

As a child, he was nice to me and walked my dog.

Since I don't know if he's alive, my lawyer will search for him.

Should Harry Orvar Larsson or his heirs be deceased

and not be in touch within three months of the reading of this will,

my fortune will go to my late wife's brother, Anton Bodin.

Kurt Bergdahl."

Orvar Larsson...

What's the matter, Father?

-I was just hoping-- -What?

Nothing, my child.

Harry Orvar Larsson...

Look here, brother.

Something fresh to drink!

You've emptied the cup of tragedy completely.

But from this bottom, something called comedy will spring.

Tragedy is the mother of comedy.

I'm going to give you something.

Something people sadly leave behind too early.

Playfulness.

I don't know how to thank you for restoring my faith in life.

I hope there will come a time when I can do something for you.

Never count on favors being returned, my friend.

If you compare what you give and what you get,

it can destroy even the strongest of friendships.

-That sounds right. -Life is nothing without friendship.

Look at the headline!

"Well-known financier shot himself. Forgery discovered."

See? That's what money does to people.

It's better to have a wallet full of cobwebs like I do!

But think of the financier's family! One day, everything in abundance.

The next day, nothing at all.

What a sky! What a blue sky!

-See that cloud? -The one that looks like a cow?

Yes!

"Forgery discovered."

When things like this happen, people leave you.

-Don't you think, Bertil? -Leave you?

You can't say that you are alone, Maria. I won't leave you.

I want to marry you.

-I don't really have any money-- -Don't speak like that, Bertil!

I've had enough of everything involving money.

Recently everything has been like a nightmare.

Police interrogations, creditors...

malicious people... all of them with one thing in mind.

Money, money, money!

I have decided to break with my old life...

and start a new one.

Maybe I will come back to you.

-If people can forget the scandal... -But--

I won't give up!

Leave now, please.

I will wait for you. No matter how long it takes.

Railway station.

I don't want to do this anymore. I want to be useful and to work.

I heard there's work in the woods.

I don't think one should waste time like this.

Time, brother... time...

There's a time for everything.

There's a time for birth and a time for death.

There's a time for seeds to grow and a time for harvest.

There's a time for tears and a time for laughter.

There's a time for kicking rocks and a time to pick them up.

I really don't have time for this.

There is a time for embracing and a time for abstaining from touch.

There's a time for war and a time for peace. My brother!

What, then, rewards the man who works?

It's like chasing after the wind.

I have to have something to do. I want a regular life. Goodbye.

Farewell, brother. You have no one to blame but yourself.

I won't be the one to tear your clothes to keep you here.

Thank you so much for these wonderful days!

You walk the narrow path, and I will take the wide one.

Maybe we'll see each other again. If not, we'll never meet again.

Farewell, brother.

Thanks for the grub!

Yes, it tasted like a bird!

-Thank you, little lady. -No kissing!

-You know what we agreed on. -Yes, yes.

-How was your meal? -Fine, fine.

-It was good. -Top-notch.

I thought it was burnt and lumpy and...

really good!

-We'll take care of the dishes! -But it's my job!

No! Come on, boys!

-What do you want me to do? -Sing us a song!

Yes, please! Do it!

All right, I will.

What do you want me to sing?

A love song!

Why not?

Love between two people is the most beautiful thing.

The maiden dreamed of a knight

Who left for a foreign land to fight

He wanted to win a crown of gold

But the shadows were old

All day the maiden resided in her tower

And her maidens spun with power

She listened for his sounding horn

Hearing it would remove the thorn

The reddest of roses she sewed on his hood

He left her to fight for the good

But the shadows are still present

"Will I ever be my lover's bride?"

And her maidens spun away

Suddenly a knock at the door

And the knight walked through the door

The knight...

Did you get lost in the woods?

-No, I'm looking for work. -Is that so?

-What kind of work? -I'm sorry, that was wrong of me.

-As a lumberjack. -He wants to be a lumberjack.

-You have to be strong. -I'm pretty strong, actually.

-Let's shake on it. -How do you do?

-You are strong as a bear. -A teddy bear!

Shame on you for behaving like this! Can't you see he's starving?

Let him stay and help you. There must be something he can do.

Of course we'll put him to work. What do you say, boys?

Of course!

Help him with the hat and I'll grab some food for him.

Thank you so much.

Did you destroy my beautiful nose? I'm going to get you!

Here you go!

-So nice to see you are friends. -Dear friend!

No, no, no.

-Harry Orvar Larsson. -Bluebeard.

Harry Orvar Larsson.

-Harry Orvar Larsson. -Snow White.

-Harry Orvar Larsson. -Napoleon Bonaparte.

Harry Orvar...

Harry Orvar Larsson.

-Harry Orvar Larsson. -Count Piper.

Dinner is served!

-Do you like it? -Wonderful.

What's your name?

They call me... Harry.

Eat up, Harry! You'll have a tough day in the woods tomorrow.

All right, let's get started.

Where's Harry?

-Harry! -Where did he go?

-Harry! -Yes?

Come out!

Walk around it!

Give me that!

-What shall I do? -Cut down those trees over there!

Go help Kalle with the saw!

The food is ready!

Where is Harry?

There he is.

-You look so tired. -Not at all.

Sit down and rest and I'll get you a sandwich.

-Thank you. -Sit down!

Sit still!

Don't you like it?

It's so quiet and peaceful here in the woods.

-It's like a different world. -Yes.

-Do you think I'm too sentimental? -Yes.

I mean, no. Not at all.

Come in!

What's on your mind?

I'd like-- I'd like to...

give you these flowers.

May I give you some flowers?

Thank you so much! How lovely!

This way!

-What's that supposed to be? -It's a lucky horseshoe.

It will bring good luck and fortune to us all.

A lucky horseshoe? Nonsense!

I'll get you!

Can someone please bring me some firewood?

I'll do it! I'll do it.

Harry! Turn on the radio!

The missing millionaire heir, Harry Orvar Larsson,

has still not been found, so here's his description again!

Harry Orvar Larsson is about 25 years old.

He's about 1.70 meters tall, oval face, good teeth,

blue eyes and dark, wavy hair.

Please contact Lawyer Envall.

His phone number is 633468.

Contact must be made before noon, June 1st, this year.

After the deadline, he loses the inheritance and it's passed on.

The inheritance is 1.5 million crowns.

Now back to our regular programming.

This is Les Millions D'Arlequin.

I'm back with the firewood!

1.70-- that is correct.

Dark, wavy hair-- also correct!

Blue eyes. Correct.

-Good teeth. Correct! -Also correct!

-How old are you? -24 years old.

Correct!

What did you say your name was?

-Harry Orvar Larsson. -Correct!

-It's okay, don't worry about it. -I'll pick it up!

Harry Orvar shouldn't bother. Let us take care of it.

Get to the kitchen and fetch coffee and sandwiches.

Rockabye...

Here you go!

Let's put a tablecloth here. Let me handle this!

A napkin. Let me do it.

-Lots of butter! -And sausage!

Sausage!

There you go!

Sugar! One... two...

No, no! Allow me!

-Cream? -Of course he should have it!

Would it be possible to see a newspaper?

Here you go.

Would you like a cigar?

If you insist.

-Maybe I should cut it for you? -I can manage.

Ah, it's uneven.

There we go.

Here are some flowers!

Let's make you beautiful.

He looks so stupid!

-Light, please. -Pass the candle.

There you go.

-Get me a rinse bowl. -I'll get one in the kitchen!

-My feet are a little sore. -We'll take care of that right away!

-What are you looking for? -A rinse bowl.

-A rinse bowl? -Yes. What is it, exactly?

-Who needs a rinse bowl? -Harry!

Anaconda Copper at 205, closing at 210.

Reymersholm at 5, closing at 22.

-Did they really sell at 22? -Yes!

Hurry up, will you? I don't have time for this.

This was a really bad cigar.

You clear the table and do the dishes while I take a walk.

Yes, yes.

-Will you take a walk with me? -I'd love to.

My hat.

-What is going on here? -I have no idea.

It's like they are different people.

They must have discovered I'm no fool. I keep them on a short leash.

Yes, you seem to know how to handle them.

They are acting as if you were a millionaire.

I almost couldn't hold it together.

I almost punched him.

Make sure you look happy, too!

There you go!

Guys, I have an idea.

It's strange. I have a feeling we've met before.

Really? That's strange.

-Maybe we met in another world. -Exactly.

In a better world.

When I walk around--

-ah, it's silly. -What?

I usually daydream and weave things into my daydreams.

And I weave you in there as an angel.

A pure and kind angel that floats around in music.

And around you there is only love, tenderness and harmony.

You must be from a better world.

You have such soft hands.

You know, Harry--

-no, never mind. -What?

It was nothing. It was just a memory that came over me.

I thought of the friends you make when you have money.

They disappear when you lose the money.

I want to be friends despite the lack of money.

Well, I have 65 cents. No, I mean 62.

It's so lovely here in the forest. So nice and fresh.

I never thought there was happiness in a day's labor.

To feel like you contribute to society.

This is life. This is how it's supposed to be.

Yes, live in the moment. Enjoy this wonderful life while you can.

Because who knows what the future holds, Maria?

And then when he's made us his heirs in the will...

1.5 million divided by six-- how much is that?

-How many zeros is that? -Sixteen zeros!

And there's one, two, three, four, five of us!

-No, there's six of us. -No, five!

Five, I tell you! Count for yourself!

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

Okay, there's five of us.

Thank you. Stand up when a lady is present.

-Thank you for a lovely walk. -Thank you.

-I discovered something tonight. -So did we.

-Good night, everybody! -Sleep tight.

-Did you make me a bed? -Where do you want to sleep?

Follow me!

Stop.

Back up, back up.

Good.

Back up, back up.

-Are you comfy? -Yes, this will do.

-Good night, then. -Sleep tight.

Wait, the lullaby!

He's sleeping.

The candle!

Yes, yes!

Good morning.

Here's some coffee for you.

-Hope you slept okay. -Wonderful!

-And you? -Terrible.

-Didn't sleep a wink. -Awful.

But why?

I had such an awful nightmare.

I dreamed

that I was about to cut a large tree.

I chopped and chopped, but I barely made a dent.

I got ready to make a huge chop...

and I chopped, but the axe flies off the handle!

And it cuts the head off...

you, Harry!

-We have a risky job. -Indeed.

-One should write a will. -I will while there is still time.

The person who gets to inherit my 562 crowns is my best friend.

-Who is that? -You, Harry!

One can't find a better friend than you, Harry!

I leave you my tools, my clothes, and my 837 crowns.

You are too kind. I am not used to so much love and care.

Forgive us for being mean to you before. We're really sorry!

-Right, men? -Yes, yes.

Yesterday we discovered you have something we miss--

What?

Oh, he didn't mean what he said.

Let's get you dressed!

My heir, when I die, I give you

all my equipment and my silver snuffbox.

I give you this piece of art which I have worked on for 15 years.

My dear, dear friends... I...

I don't know what to say.

I would love to leave you everything in my will,

but it's no use since I only own what I'm wearing.

But I offer you my friendship until the day I die.

We can't wait for that.

The first time I saw you, Harry, you were wearing this coat.

It's such a beautiful coat. I only wished it could be mine.

-You can have it, Sigge. -Not until you are dead.

-I would like your fine pants. -And I would like your shirt.

-Can I have your hat? -And may I have your shoes?

Then there's nothing for you, Kalle. That's all I own.

Birger and I can share the shoes.

Let's shake hands on that. You can share all my belongings.

Here are all our last wills and testaments. All six of them.

-No, I can't accept that. -Yes, you can.

-No. -Yes.

All right, since you are so stubborn. Thank you!

No, no, no! Now it's your turn to write!

There's no point. You get everything I own anyway.

Just as a precaution.

I can't write with this pen.

No, that doesn't work either.

It is no use. We don't have any impartial witnesses.

Come in!

What are you guys doing here?

-Nice of you to visit! -What a nice surprise!

Surprise? You told us to be here.

Come here. You have to witness this.

"I hereby declare

my last will and testament.

All my belongings shall

be divided amongst

all six brothers

comma...

the only exception being

my inheritance."

Well, you see...

the only thing I inherited from my mother

was this medallion.

I would like it to go to Maria.

-You don't mind that, do you? -No, no!

Good choice!

I would like to ask you something, Sigge.

Can you make sure Maria gets this if something happens to me?

She'll get it tomorrow. I mean, if something happens tomorrow.

-You are too kind, Sigge. -No, I'm not. Just write!

-But you are kind to me. -No, I'm not. Now write.

-"...after my..." -Yes, you are.

Yes, yes, I am. Just write.

"mother's..."

Continue.

"medallion.

Yours respectfully,

Harry Orv...

ar Larsson."

There you go! Come here! Sign this to make it legal!

"G. Karlsson."

Here you go.

No, no, like that.

-There! That's good. -No, no, no! Last name, too!

-I'll take care of this! -Now it's time for work!

I think I'll skip work today. I feel a little tired.

I'm not joking, fellas.

-Aren't you running late today? -Yes, we're leaving.

Here! Take this! You go ahead.

There! One final push and it's a done deal.

He's standing too much to the right.

Yes, he is.

Fellas! Be careful when you cut the trees!

This could have ended really badly.

Such bad luck! Destiny is cruel!

-Yes, it's-- -Take it easy. We have tomorrow!

I thought about you all day.

Especially when the tree fell over me.

It's like you're my guardian angel.

I would love to be that. I like you very much.

Everything is so serene when I'm around you.

-All evil is far away. -Now I'm blushing.

I believe there is good in everyone, Maria.

Maria... Maria...

I'd like to ask you something.

-I don't know if I have the guts. -What is it?

Do you...

Do you want to go with me to the dance on Saturday?

I'd love to.

Just promise me you'll be careful in the woods from now on.

Yes.

Let's divide the work.

Harry! You climb up and cut the top off.

Boys! The time has come!

A few more strokes and the millions are ours.

Look, there he is, our golden bird.

Very soon his wings will be clipped!

How lovely the world is from up here!

It's great to be alive!

A million and a half, a million and a half...

Thank God I made it in time!

Hello?

Hello!

This is not okay, lads. You have to be more careful.

I could have died!

Go and get the bark off the tree over there.

I have another idea.

Greetings, friends of the woods! Masters of the lumberjacks!

Isn't this lovely day wonderful?

And the sun! It kisses our friendly minds.

But look! My brother!

I see you are busy cutting down trees!

Come, brother!

How lovely to see you! Welcome, my dear friend.

Come into my arms, socially oppressed son.

Your failed teacher, the apostle of laziness, wants to hug you.

So great to see you again.

What are you doing here? Are you looking for work?

I won't take that filthy word in my mouth.

Do we have flying cows? Does the eagle swim in the ocean?

Forgive me, I forgot who I was talking to.

All is forgotten!

I am on my way to Café l'Ambassadeur

to benefit from kind people's generosity.

To quench my thirst and sate my hunger due to divine providence.

Come, my friend.

Make way, lumberjacks.

DANCING TONIGHT

He must die tonight. Tomorrow at noon, it'll be too late.

No, not like that!

We have to do a clean job.

-That'll be 60 cents. -I'll call you later.

-Why? -When I'm ready to pay.

You have to pay now.

Two beers.

-Did you hear me? Two beers! -Do you have a train to catch?

Here you go.

-I said 60. -Yes.

-This is 62. -Keep the change.

Don't overdo it.

I would have treated you to more if I had gotten paid by Sigge.

This is fine, Harry.

-May I have this dance? -Yes, please.

Would you summon the fair maid, friend?

-What can I get you? -Well, my slow-footed friend...

queen of snails, a woman of my own philosophy, festina lente.

-It means "make haste slowly." -What'll you have?

My newfound friend has conveyed to me he wishes a cup

of your finest nectar.

Isn't that so, son of a lumberjack?

-Yes, of course. -One beer, coming up.

Hurry and carry out this order,

you barmaid with the worn shoes and creased stockings.

BEER FROM THE BREWERY

...a dreamer and a fiddler...

Six beers to table seven!

-We've had such lovely weather. -Yes, indeed.

-Yesterday was also lovely. -Yes, indeed.

-And tomorrow might be as well. -Yes, who knows?

No, it depends on the weather tomorrow.

What is it, Harry?

This is the gentlemen's dance.

-This table is occupied. -Yes, it is.

-Can't you spare a corner? -Absolutely.

Here you go.

There are many other tables.

No, sit down.

Make room for them! Of course you should sit.

Do you want something to drink?

No, no! Read the sign!

NO SPIRITS ALLOWED

Come into my arms, Maria!

-No! -I love you, Maria!

I guess it's that time again. Go sing that old song again.

All right.

All right, boys. The same old song.

All right, one more time.

HEIR TO MILLIONS NOT FOUND

Fire! Fire!

Maria!

FIRE INSURANCE POLICY

-Have you seen Maria? -Maybe she's on the other side.

-Have you seen Maria? -She's still inside!

Inside!

Take her!

Forgive me, I'll go get some more.

Have you seen my friend, Harry Orvar?

Yes, he's still inside.

We tried to help him, but...

Don't grieve, friends. Here today, gone tomorrow.

That's life, right?

-That doesn't help. -No?

-But it's kerosene. -Nonsense!

I told you so.

-How is she? -She's still out.

Great. Let's go to the train before she wakes up.

And here is the piece of paper that will make us millionaires!

-Are we sure Harry died in the fire? -I pushed him in myself.

And here we are, the heirs to his estate.

But we don't inherit everything.

He wanted Maria to have this medallion.

-Let's take it anyway! -No, we want fair play.

Imagine dying without knowing you're a millionaire.

Thank you for your gifts, Harry Orvar Larsson.

Harry...

What in the world are you doing there?

How did you end up in the beer?

I think you've bathed enough. Let me help you up.

-May I have this dance? -All right.

Harry!

Are you sick, Harry?

Thank you, Mother.

-Is he sick? -He's drunk as a skunk.

If you want to smell him, you'll have to pay first.

Thanks for helping Harry get home.

Don't mention it. I know how he feels. Bye!

Harry! Listen to me! You're a millionaire!

You're so wet, Harry! Where did you get the booze?

Where have you been? Stop it!

Listen to me!

Don't you get it? If we're not there before noon, we lose the money.

Where have you been?

We have to get to the train!

Pardon me.

I only take five passengers. You have to stay behind.

No, you have to stay behind!

WATCHES BE REPAIRED TO SHOW RIGHT TIME

-Easy! -But the money!

We let him collect the money, and then...! We have the will.

We'll just follow and guard our interests.

I'm Harry Orvar Larsson, the millionaire heir.

Oh, really?

I'm sorry, but you are too late.

The new heir, Anton Modin, has already received the inheritance.

But it's my friend, the philosopher!

He doesn't even like money! He hates it!

Is he your friend? Then maybe he will share it with you.

No, no... money... money...

I beg your pardon, let me take that.

Thank you.

I don't have the strength to walk any further.

I'm hungry, too.

Does money really mean that much to you, Maria?

Money means a whole lot. It can mean everything.

Money makes people happy. People commit crimes for money.

Countries go to war over money.

Money controls us, not the other way around.

Now we don't even have enough to eat and be satisfied.

I think I have...

No, it's the lumberjacks' last wills and testaments.

Playfulness.

-Do you want to make a fiver? -Absolutely!

Do my job for a while! My wife is having a baby.

Now we'll have enough money for food!

THE ROYAL MINT

DEPARTMENT FOR DESTRUCTION OF BILLS

Just shovel this into the furnace. Be ready when I get back.

Thank you so much.

I almost threw the money in there.

The money...

I'm a millionaire!

Maria! It's enough for food!

What is this nonsense? Burn it!

You can't burn the money!

It's old money! It needs to be burned!

It needs to be burned!

Give me your hand. The other one!

Both!

-What is this? -Money.

-It needs to be burned! -Just a moment.

-Now! -Wait, there is more here!

All the wills! All my wills.

-Continue working! -Just don't shoot me!

This is so difficult.

Too low. Too high.

Burn it!

Farewell.

This is difficult, Maria.

Maria!

Bertil!

Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you.

-Why? -Because I love you.

I blamed myself for letting you go back then.

It's been so lonely without you. Let me take care of you, Maria.

I am now in a position to take care of your father's business.

I can give you security, tenderness and love.

I love you so much, Maria.

Congratulations are in order! A boy weighing four kilos.

Are you done? I know I said five, but here is a ten.

Maria?

Maria!

Maria!