All language subtitles for Pelle der Eroberer (1987).English

Bornholm, May 1st, 1877

Will you let me through!

Special edition!

Pelle The Conqueror

I was here first!

Girls over here!
To me! Come here!

Good pay!
Girls over here!

I still need a cook!

Women laborers!
Four farmhands over the summer!

Anyone who needs an advance,
come to me!

I take laborers too!

Look! You see that one, Pelle? I bet
he's nice to children! Shall We try?

First l'll shoW you Where you'll sleep,
then you can have something to eat.

The devil With this! Why should I take
the first best thing that comes along!

That isn't smart!

Lasse is responsible for two, I should
think, and he knows What he wants!

I've been in foreign countries before!
Hah! God knows!

Wait for me here!
And watch our things.

The best thing always shows up last -
you remember that, boy!

But Pelle did not need comfort.

He knew perfectly Well that they had
arrived in the promised land,

where even the poorest boys ate their
bread With lard and sugar,

and money lay on the streets like dirt.

And to him, his father's words that the
best was yet to come were but the

weak expression of a powerful truth:
that the entire world would be theirs,

with all the Wonders that
it held in store.

on the journey, Lasse had still been so
sure of himself,

excitedly telling Pelle about Bornholm,

where the wages Were said to be
unbelievably good.

And now he Was here, in the midst of
all that glory,

and could not even find a modest
place for himself and the boy.

He did not understand.

Danish brandy, my boy! All boW to
Danish brandy!

You don't have to be scared!
What Would you be scared of?

Is your father's name not Lasse?
Lasse Karlsson from Tomelilla?

Best not to mess with him, you know!
He'll deal hard blows if he's provoked.

If the entire World Were full of
burning devils -

Lasse is here, and you don't have to
be afraid.

Well, we'll just have to be patient.

You looking for Work?

Yes... yes, We're both looking.

We want to work on the same farm -
as the fox said to the gander.

And I suppose that one'll be foreman.

Yes, I'm sure someday he Will.

He'll have to eat a lot of salt herring
before that.

I'm the manager at the Stone Farm,
and I need a cowhand.

You'll get one hundred
Crowns a year -

though you may find it bloody difficult
to earn them, from the looks of you.

And the boy will have to do
his share, of course.

You're his grandfather, I suppose?

His father! Before God and in
the eyes of the World!

You must have something
still going for you,

if you came by the boy honestly.

Come on up. You won't get an offer
like that every day.

one hundred Crowns...
Well, alright then.

But Sir should know that We don't
Want salt herring and soup potatoes

three times a day... and We Want a
proper chamber, too.

And Sundays off.

And roast pork with raisins every day,

and rhubarb porridge every time you
open your mouths!

Shut up. Here.

Go on, throw it out!

And what nest did
those two fall out of?

What does the grandfather
Want here?

Couldn't find anything better,
could they?

Lasse and Pelle quickly sensed the
evil air hanging over the Stone Farm.

Like others of its kind, the manor had
been built upon the sweat and blood

of the smallfolk who had worked the
rocky soil here long ago

and had Worked themselves to death
over it, one by one.

Lasse had an especially
eerie feeling

that he Would never be
truly happy here.

A desperate sense of
defenselessness overwhelmed him,

making him tremble in helpless
fear for his son.

Hey ho, go on, forwards! Go on!
Get on with you!

Go on, you follow! Come on, go, go!
Go on, you old ox!

Will you go on! Hurry!

Will you get going? Follow! Go on!

Will you go on now!
Go on, come now! Come on!

Back! Back, make Way!
Go on! Back!

At first, Pelle had a hard time getting
the large animals to listen to him,

small as he was.

He could not make his voice sound
threatening enough

or crack the long herder's Whip
hard enough,

and often he was overwhelmed
by despair,

alone and separated from his father.

Yes, this is necessary -
it's Sunday today.

If I'm to give you until noon off, you'll
have to hold still now so we can finish.

Master Eleve!

Ah, you're back, you lazy spy.

Someday I'll kill you!.

Can't you be more careful,
you clumsy trollop?

Haven't slept Well, have We, Gustav?

Well, it's not your fault, in any case.

Can't you mend my work
trousers already?

I don't mend Where others caress.

Then get yourself back inside your
mother where you belong.

There are plenty who'll give me a nice
thick patch, if you don't want to.

I've got to do all the work by myself
today. The others want to go out.

Yes, I see Boudil is washing her tits.
She's being thorough -

I suppose they're up for a muster.

She's begged the day off to go to
church. That one, to church!

Well, she can go where she wants
as far as I'm concerned.

You, scoot! Back to your calves
where you belong!

Good day, my boy.
What are you doing?

Father!

Father!

Mr. Kongstrup just called me
"my boy"!

I suppose that means he'll soon
want to adopt you, huh?

And he touched me
with his cane, here!

Come on.

You make sure to remember
this, my boy:

They are the masters,
and we serve them -

and we're not supposed to do
anything other than that.

They are beings placed above many
things, owing nothing to anyone.

And we do not judge them
- whether Madam drinks,

or Sir stays out every night or
whatever else

is being gossiped about the masters.

Go on, Karlo, come on.

And they, listen to me! They...

Good day, Mr. Gustav!

Pelle, come!

Come on! Come on!

You beast!

You... you beast, no!

That's a child!

He's just a child!

I'll kill him!

I'll kill him, the dog!

I'll kill him, I'll kill him!

What will you kill him With, father?

My hammer, I should think.

Really dead? As dead as a dog?

Yes, dead as a doornail.

And who will read us the names then?

The names?

The cows' names.
The ones on the signs.

How are we to know them if Master
Eleve can't read them to us any more?

Why, you've spoken true there.

Now run along to Karna

and tell her we Won't repay her
kindness with empty hands.

I'm sure mother Bengta Won't mind
in her grave...

she'd have suggested it herself
if she could still speak.

But now that she's got earth inside her
mouth, the poor dear...

Well, I guess we'll have
to content ourselves

with giving him a good
whipping, the dog!

Kongstrup!

Kongstrup, come out!

Got to talk to you! Kongstrup!

Quick, Pelle, run to father Lasse,
tell him thank you!

This is not for your eyes.

Heinrich!

Come out!

or are you afraid of me?

You've got to give me money for your
son now, that's right!

What do you think his upbringing
costs me!

No!

Father! Father, he's back!
Shall I get the whip?

No, no, no! We'll have to let it go.

He could die under our hands - little
wretches like him don't keep well

When you give them a thrashing.

What if he does it again?

He won't get off without a scare. I will
grab him and hold him up so he'll

dangle above the ground
and squirm...

Lasse!

... and pretend to let him drop!

Yes, yes...

... and the others will come
and laugh at him!

Can't you answer when you're called,
you Swedish scoundrel?

Are you deaf?

I can answer, but Master Eleve,
you should not...

I am telling you, I am a father,
and a father's heart -

You can be a midwife for all I care, but
you'll ansWer When you're called.

Got that?

Master Eleve, you must forgive me.
I didn't -

Alright. But don't forget that Aspasia
is not coming to pasture tomorrow.

She's not? Is she calving?

What did you think she Was, foaling?

Pelle?

Will you stop it?

What is it?

Pshhht! Lasse.

Is the boy asleep?

Yes, I think so.

Thank you for the lovely kerchief.

I guess I could fill the balance for
What's missing.

Yes, yes... tonight you Want
a taste of youth, Karna...

but you can't run from your age
- not even you.

In the end, you'll just peg it like
everyone else.

Lasse is old - poor and old.

And he must take it all...

Let them push him around and
thank them for it, too.

But you must remember that he lets
them spit on him for your sake...

if that wasn't the case, Lasse Would
get his stuff and leave, old as he is.

Well, did you like it?

Hey, stay here, you bitch!
Will you...

Herding Was hard work,

but just Watching the herd Was
like a lord's life for Pelle.

Those were the days! Air and life itself
Were flowing through him, singing,

as though he were a spring, and he
walked as though swept up in a dream

of melodies and bliss.

The world he had just begun to build
for himself was small,

but he found it enormous - and
he had every intention

of stretching it into infinity.

Everything would have to gather
around him;

everything was there for his sake,
so he could play With it,

fear it or store it away
for a grand future.

You want a smoke?

only if you give me some
of your breakfast!

I'll round up cows for you three times
if you give me the other half as Well.

What's your name, anyway?

Rud. old Lasse is your father?

Yes, and he can beat up anyone
if he wants to.

My father can buy anyone
if he wants to.

only the master of Stone Farm
can do that.

Well, that's who my father is.

Then why aren't you living
on the farm, huh?

Because l'm a bastard
- and Swedish, like you!

Well, is the master your father or not?

I'm a whore's child!

Are you afraid of the water?

She gave birth to me out in the fields,
in a turnip patch,

and then dragged me to the manor.

But she wouldn't let herself be run off,
or married off like the other wenches

Who had to spread 'em
to Lord Heinrich.

To Lord Heinrich?

Why, the master of Stone Farm!
Now he's got to pay for me.

We,ve been living in a hut
on the beach since.

You get lots of thrashings, too?

From Lasse? Do I ever!

Here... there's ants here!

Yes... and the grass blades
are turned outwards!

I bet the parents aren't home!

We'll reach the bowels
of the earth soon!

It's boiling hot down there!

Nonsense!

Man!

Yuck, those are gross!

Worse than toads!

I think they're poisonous.

Poisonous?

They don't even have teeth. No bones,
either. I think you can eat them.

I'm going to bite into one.
You too?

of course.

Nah - you don't have the guts.
You're a bastard after all.

Give it!

A little fear doesn't matter - you just
have to close your eyes

and open your mouth
wide - wiiiide open! Then...

Rud!

Come here!

I have to go home. You want to
sack birds' nests?

If you bring me something to
eat again tomorrow,

I'll show you Where they are!

Let's see what you've got
under your shirt.

Madame said I wasn't supposed to
show anyone.

You're a good boy. Come on in.

Put the bottle here. I'll give it to my
wife myself... so no one will see.

I've already accepted your delivery -
you'll get it once the boy's gone.

No, stay! Why shouldn't he see how
you withhold things from me

that we need in the kitchen!

Why shouldn't he see how Kongstrup
treats his own wife,

always cavorting with others, day and
night, all the time...

That should be enough.

I'd feel much better if she didn't send
you on errands anymore...

that could get us into a tricky place,

much like a louse between two
thumbs, hm?

Autumn came, and with it
came harvesting.

It was the most appalling work
he had so far...

and he had to sacrifice his best hours
for it, together With his father.

Something sleepy came over him,
and he became less lively

and eager to find out about everything.

Did you see those furs, Pelle?

Lots of money!

A good sign - a little bit of the roast
pork and of all those

delicious things has got to be for us -
spiced nuts and almonds

and whatever it's all called, he he he...

Merry Christmas!

Ah, our guests of honor from the
cowshed!

Come, sit down!

Take only from the best - rice gruel
and dried cod... sent by the masters!

with their best Wishes for the holiday.

The masters can eat that themselves.

Gustav! Are you crazy?

That man, I don't know...

oh! You've got a new hat!

Father Lasse gave it to me.

Pelle has whittled something for you,
but now he's too shy, he he he.

oh... you made that all by yourself?

You know what that's supposed
to be, Karna?

I Would dare tell you...

a small farm to provide for us both...
and the boy...

Hey nonny nonny, my felloW fell over,
just on Christmas Eve...

Leave him be, it's because of Boudil -
she's waiting on the masters up there.

I took the stick and held it up, it still
Was Christmas Eve...

hey nonny nonny, my felloW fell over,
just on Christmas Eve...

hey nonny nonny, my felloW fell over,
just on Christmas Eve...

Not so loud, folks!

The masters have guests.

Why is it Christmas anyway, father?

Because that's the way it is.

well, and because the year is turning
noW and starting again, you see.

And baby Jesus was born this night,
you know.

one thing because of the other,
you see.

Stop dawdling! Faster!

The drum is getting blocked!

Hurry up, damn it!

Erik, is it almost noon?

Half an hour!

only when the horses are changed.

What? That might be a while.
They only just left for the mill!

The other farms are already
tilling for spring.

What is it?!

Go on, back!

Damn it, come here!

Stand aside! Bloody hell.

You take a rest, my boy.

Go on, give me the jacket.

Giddap! Giddap!

You trying to get out of it? Get to it!

- Let me try again.
- Go ahead.

Give it to me!

Giddap! Giddap!

ole!

I need a belt to tie it off, a belt!

Yes!

Harness the horses!

Put him down! Put him down!

What happened?

It's ole, isn't it?

Yes... three fingers!
He'll be a cripple for life.

At last it is summer again. The heat is
stagnant, playing across the earth,

glittering with languid pleasure and
soft gestures, like fish in the water.

And Pelle has the blessed ability
of children to forget,

at once and seemingly without
consequence.

What do you want for that
fifty Ore coin?

Hah! Do you think Mr. Kongstrup
gave it to me for you?

Nah, for fetching brandy.

But you'll lose it anyWay if you keep
carrying it around.

Nah... I always keep my fist closed
around it in my pocket,

and I think of the nicest things
I could buy for it.

So why don't you ever buy anything?

So I can keep thinking of new things
I might get for it.

For fifty Ore you can
whip me with nettles.

on bare skin?

A hundred strokes?

- Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen...
- ow! ow! ow! ow!

I'll take it away from you!

And I want the money up front,
else you'll cheat me!

I don't cheat!

Yes you do!

off with you!

Giddap, get on!

Giddap! Go!

Good lord, they're possessed,
the lot of them.

Ridden by the devil, both of them.

Go! Giddap! Gooooooo!

Fancy people have no sense of shame.

What's to become of the farm if the
master is forever fooling about?

It's a bad sort of love that drives
a man away from his home.

And don't forget you've got a
handkerchief.

Don't use your fingers,
that's bad manners.

If no one sees, though, you might
as well save the handkerchief.

of course, it lasts longer that way.

And make sure you listen well and
mark each word the teacher says.

And if anyone tries to draw you into
silly pranks, don't go for it.

But if someone won't leave you alone,
make sure you hit first.

He Who hits first hits tWice,
as the saying goes.

Yes, it's a blessing from heaven, you
going to school for the winter.

Never happened to me or any
Karlsson from Tomelilla.

Lasse sensed it clearly: the boy
Was on the rise.

one feeling after the other... the
child's defenselessness Was fading,

making room for the
harder feelings of the ego.

And if the world...

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

Bastard!

Cow farmer!

Swede!

Arseface!

Break.

"M"... and which one's this?

"Which one's this", again?
Don't you see, it's an "M"!

oh yes, yes, yes... of course. I don't
know where my head is today.

And what do you need it for?

Why, it's the first letter
- in the Word "embark"!

Aah... you've grown so clever, my son.

And Mr. Fries Wants a new hymn
every week?

Yes... and the one Who knows them all
gets cream cake at Confirmation.

Hehe... well, no sweet without sweat.

It's all right, little one.

Father!

Father!

Father!

Dear father... you!

oh, it's you, boy.

Did someone hurt you?

oW... oh right, the bull... yes...

But how did you get it to...

you've saved your father's life...

I'm going to throw up...

quick, run after the bull - the manager
Will be angry enough at us as it is.

oh dear, I might be drunk right now,
hehehe... if it wasn't for the pain!

I'm going to have to lean
on you, my boy.

Mr. Fries, Mr. Fries!

A Finnish ship is drifting out there!
She's riding too low with cargo!

The water carried everything to shore!

They're hanging in the rigging, frozen
stiff! The fore part is taking on water!

Why don't they swim for shore?

Swim, hah! Did you hear that?

What? I'd rather freeze to death!

But those are sailors!

- So what, my father can't swim either!
- Mine can't swim either!

A sailor should always do his best but
not defy God when he's shipwrecked!

Not doing his best, then, is he?

Bastard!

Come on.

You sod off to the other farmers,
you hear?

I'm not more of a farmer than you are!

Is any of you brave enough to jump
into the water here?

Into that icy water? Why?

Pfft, so l'll get a cramp and freeze?

Can you even swim?

Pelle, Pelle, come on, We'll take you
home! Pelle, Pelle! Pelle!

Pelle, Pelle, come on, We'll take you
home! Pelle, Pelle! Pelle!

Pelle!

Hey, can't you... what's the matter With
you, you're a right icicle!

I'm the shepherd boy at Stone Farm...

You'll freeze before you get there...
oh dear...

A little bloodletting Would be best -

That's what they do at sea if someone
Went overboard.

or so my husband says.

Is he a sailor too?

Ah... he's been gone for years,
the shameful scoundrel.

Lost at sea?

Hm, I doubt it... I'd have had a sign
if he was.

A sign?

Yes...

Well, anyway...

anyway, he left me.

She calls herself Madame Olsen?

Mmm hmm.

And did you tell her we always put
aside some of our money?

No...

Tell her next time, then, so she Won't
think we're poor as lice.

Next time?

Well, next time you see Madame. No
need to jump in the icy water, though.

I bet I'm not a bastard anymore now.

And she's got it warm?
And properly clean?

Yuck, what's that?

onion tea, it loosens.

For your constipation, right?

Pelle, we don't Want to stay on the
Stone Farm, do we?

We want our own place.

No matter if it's With Karna or Madame,
as long as you have a mother.

Then We,ll have coffee
in bed on Sundays.

Come on, go! Go! Go!

Signe! Child!

Aunt Maria!

It's so lovely to see you! How you,ve
grown! I'm so happy...

Father sends his regards...

Thank you, child!

Come in, you'll have to tell me
everything about Copenhagen...

A relative of hers, Miss Koller
- she's to keep her company.

Such a young thing?

Maybe she wants him to have a
pretty face to look at at home.

Maybe she thinks those Who have
food at home don't have to eat out.

For heaven's sake... what is the
woman thinking?

Wait, please! After you!
Now, come on in.

Father! Father!

Father, a black dog...

a black dog appeared to her - With
Water dripping from its coat!

Do you think I've got time for
your nonsense noW?

At Madame Olsen's, father!

In the middle of the night, a large black
dog was standing by her bed,

and she knew it was the ship's dog,
bringing her the message.

The message? What message?

She got up and went to the window.

And?

And she saw a ship out at sea,
With full sails,

and everything looked transparent.

Transparent?

Madame Olsen's husband Was
hanging over the railing,

water dripping from his hair
and beard.

That Was the sign.

I'll be damned.

- Who is it?
- Pelle's father. Lasse Karlsson.

Come in, don't stand about
in the cold.

Pelle is what you'd call a latecomer,
but I can still do a man's work,

in both senses of the Word.

Go on, eat.
You've come a long way.

I suppose you Were a good Wife
to your husband.

That is true. He got everything he
could ask for - when he was ashore.

Plenty of it. But he never
helped out for it.

And God knows there's a lot to do
around a house.

I've got one cow. But two
could be kept here.

There are no debts on the house.

Well, I'm just a poor devil,
compared to you.

All in all I guess I've got
... fifty Crowns.

We've both got proper clothes,
though.

But other than that, I've got nothing
except a good pair of hands.

Well, that's worth something.

And you're not just here to get a
bucket of water or something?

No... we're not afraid of a cup of
coffee in bed, are we?

on Sundays and holidays.

We? oh, you mean Pelle.

Well, I already knoW you
like the boy.

Then... then I suppose I should
... have a kiss noW?

That you shall.

Leaving Day has brought
neW faces to the Stone Farm.

Restlessness and resentment among
the workers have stayed, however.

Pump this.

Well?

Well, you?
Ha ha ha ha!

Where the hell are you going?

The manager himself gave me
the afternoon off.

on Sunday, When We had the storm.

Yes, that's true. But we're on
the last loads.

We can finish today if everyone
lends a hand.

You can take off another day,
can't you?

- can't.
- Why not?

I've got today off.

What the hell... I'm telling you, you
can get any other day off!

Nah, can't do that.

Why not, man? You got
somewhere urgent to be?

Nah... I've just got today off.

You're staying!

Well, now what?!

God damn it! I'm taking my day off, if
I have to eat twenty herrings to do it.

TWenty? I don't believe it.

- Wanna bet?
- Bengta, twenty herrings for Erik!

Lasse, you get the brandy.

It's on me, for now!
Come on, go ahead!

one!

The manager's a devil though,

you'll have to think of something
good to trick him!

Watch it, and now...

TWo...

Watch it...

Three...

four...

aaaand five...

No no, they're not happy
with the wages,

the hours are too long for them and
the food's not good enough.

And it's all because of Erik,

he's alWays opening his big fat mouth
and going against the manager...

they've been provoking him all
summer, but if they really get him livid,

then... it's best you stay out of his Way
today.

I'll be a While getting back.

Who sent Lasse for brandy?

Is Lasse gone?

The old fellow does like his brandy.

That's right - leave it to the
old man to deal with.

You deserve a beating, the lot of you.

Nah, we don't deserve a beating,

and we won't stand for it, either.

- Master Manager,
- Shut your trap!

And where's Erik?

Erik, the manager!

Pelle, scram!

What's the meaning of this?
Are you sick? Let me see!

Ah - is this your funeral finery?

Guess it's time we got you
underground, is it?

You're smelling already!

I'm not dead - and I don't smell any
worse than certain others.

Go ahead - hit me! We'll find out if
there's an authority in this country yet.

Stop turning the servants against us

or you'll find out sooner than you,d
like just who's the authority here!

So the young miss is going back to
Copenhagen, so suddenly?

When she's got every prospect
of inheriting?

Well - she shouldn't have come
between the tree and its bark.

what with one of them putting
all their trust in her.

We might come visit for Christmas
and see how You're doing.

Wait a moment, miss!

I want to bid my farewells, too!

You're a cold one, aren't you?

I suppose that's because you can
prance off in your carriage

and have your bastard
over the sea, right?

while I dropped mine in a turnip patch!

Is that a reason to be all
high and mighty?

we're all dealing With the
same bull here!

I can't believe it... harming oneself!

Here, take that - run!

Whoa!

She must have incredible control of
herself... go on, to school!

HoW you keep outgrowing things!

There - the sleeves are growing
shorter and shorter!

And you'll need new
school trousers too.

Come on.

And I won't even think of the
Confirmation suit.

HoW to pay for it all?

Maybe you and Madame Olsen
could get on with it.

The authorities need us to wait the
proper period of time first,

there are certain requirements for a
dead man to present himself

within that time... or not.
That's the law.

And Karna?

Yes, now Lasse has two women
who want him, hehehe.

Hands off!

But the likes of me have to stick With
just one,

that's what the Holy Bible commands.
The other stuff is for the great ones,

for the prophet Abraham or
Master Kongstrup.

For heaven's sake, boy, wake up!

The doctor has to hurry
or it'll be too late!

What is it?

Let go of me! No!

Kongstrup!

He's castrated himself!

He did it when drunk, they say...

Him? He never even drank at home!

Do you think... she did it...?

It's the blood of the Stone Farm
masters coming out in her.

Yes, none of them ever let themselves
be trodden down unjustly.

Wait for me here!

I sent word to Lasse already,

Boatman Olsen has come home
after all.

Hey Pelle, wait for me - hey,
what is it? Hey!

Why should I mourn? Hehehe... here,
look, I've got a new bride already!

Kiss her, boy! oh...

You stop that!

What's the matter boy?

Did anyone hurt you?
You needn't be afraid.

Lasse is here, and he'll hold
the entire world to account!

Yes, yes - now I'll call it to account for
all the years of servitude and drudgery

and keeping mum! Now I'll go and call
on Kongstrup to give me justice!

Father, no!

Take your hands off your father!

There, a spit in the sea...
all hands to shore...

Like a piece of driftwood,
all carried off, all of it...!

Ah, yes, yes... stop blathering.
Come here!

What's the time?

- A sight shorter than...
- A quarter to the miller's daughter!

You're all crazy. can't you tell us What
the time is, Karl-Johann?

Sure! It's how we measure our days!

Never mind what the time is!
You see to it that you finish!

otherwise we won't get any
further tomorrow.

Why tomorrow?

Did you hear that, Karl-Johann?
Harrowing and ploughing all Week...

and they promised we'd get tomorrow
off, it's Sunday!

The cattle need green fodder. And
you'll go reaping tomorrow.

Master Manager, you know, there are
servants, regulations and they say that

They say I have to ask you to work
Sundays, do they?

- No, but...
- So shut your trap, Thrall.

I could squish him from both ends
if I cared to.

I gave you one warning, Erik - I won't
give you a second one.

I need some brandy today; who'll go?

oh God, forgive me if I have abused
your gifts,

but misery is badly laid to rest if it's
drowned in brandy.

- Father?
- Yes?

I swear to you that you'll never again
see me as I was yesterday,

I promise you -

That's not it. It's because of
Confirmation.

For heaven's sake...

I'm to be refused.

No, anything but that... what can you
have done to deserve that?

I beat up the minister's son. He called
you Madame Olsen's whoremaster.

Refused... it's my fault.

Let's go away, father, We can't
stay here any longer.

Where to? Who will have you, without
the church's blessing?

NoW all that's left to us is begging.

Go on!

- Have you blown your nose?
- Yes.

Can't you be a little quieter!

Let's just go in.

You go in first if you're so much
better at this!

Maria?

Do have a seat.

How are you, Kongstrup?
Did you get some rest?

Why haven't you offered
them a seat, father?

Yes... all it takes is confidence!

You think they'll buy me
leather shoes as Well?

If they've promised you a suit...
who knoWs,

they might even give you a feast
for Confirmation, heheh.

Put away your knives!

Throw him in the basement!

No!

Blessings and the best of luck,
my son.

Let's tie that, in God's name. And let's
ask Him to help you on your way,

wherever fate may take you.

We've come so far in life,
hand in hand.

But I suppose each one must
hold up his own end now.

I'll be alright, father. I'm not afraid
of anything anymore.

Take care, you two.

I'm more and more convinced the boy
Was born to be a winner.

Farewell Blebe... you old bitch.

The doctor was here again.

Erik has lost his wits,
probably for life.

And... if you Were to stay
after all, Pelle?

We could talk to
Mrs. Kongstrup again!

I'm sure she'd hire you for
decent pay!

Never wear a shirt for longer than
tWo weeks, you know that!

You could catch some vermin and be
the mock of the toWn!

No one who's keen on a good
reputation should put up With that...

Farewell father, and thank you
for everything.

In God's name, then, if it has to be.

Lasse!

And as Pelle looked back upon the
world of his childhood,

it Was only the good memories
he saw glimmering in the bright air.

All other things weren't there
and had never been.

NoW he stood tall, healthy and strong,
equipped With the ten commandments

and one hundred and twenty holy
hymns, facing the world with the open,

determined countenance of a
conqueror.

You have seen

Pelle the Conqueror

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