Original subtitles

A children's story for Swedish children...

Yeah, a children's story for Swedish children...

So there's trees and... a forest...

some sort of shack...

what looks like boats...

So... ah, maybe a hunter in the woods...

And a bitch...

A rich bitch and her suicide son...

A rich bitch and her suicide son...

This isn't translating... It's making shit up!

Fuck...

Yes?

Hi, it's Catherine the translator.

Hi, it's Catherine the translator. I know I'm late.

Go inside... and wait there.

Upstairs please.

I don't feel well today.

Come.

What did they tell you about this translation job?

The agency?

Nothing really. Just that it's Japanese to Swedish.

No!

No, no, no!

I told them, it's Swedish to Japanese... and English too!

I don't usually do anything to Japanese.

Well, usually the agency pays me but...

My son was... a genius.

He used to write in many languages.

He used to write on anything.

Books, scrolls...

Even on the walls.

He was so smart.

Too smart. Too intelligent.

He couldn't take it.

He'd be thirty-five now.

The last thing he wrote was Swedish.

He loved Sweden.

He told me it was a children's story for Swedish children.

It's in his room.

What the hell?

No.

A children's story for Swedish children...

Yeah, a children's story for Swedish children...

So there's trees and... a forest...

some sort of shack...

what looks like boats...

So...

maybe a hunter in the woods...

And a bitch...

A rich bitch and her suicide son...

A rich bitch and her suicide son...

This isn't translating... It's making shit up!

Hello...

It's the translator, Cather...

You can't be finished yet.

...No, It's the writing. It's asemic... What?

It's not Swedish, it's not anything.

What now?

I paid you to translate!

Get me my son's story in Japanese and English.

I... No more excuses!

I'll send it to you.

Thanks for your support. It's Catherine.

Yes, I'll take the apartment.

No, not that one, the bigger one.

Call me back.

Hello?

Did you read them?!

Yes...

You read my messages quickly...

And yet you're taking forever to translate my son's story.

I know... it's hard to read...

Not that again, my son had beautiful handwriting.

Yes, it's not that... it's very poetic... I want to do a good job.

I don't believe you!

Oh ok... but if I rush it...

Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.

What now...

You!

I've seen you watching me... following me around...

What do you want?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I...

You are so beautiful.

Pure.

I... want to see you.

Is that a schoolgirl outfit?

Yes.

Is that blood on it?

Yes.

I have to go.

It's been a month!

When will you finish the translation?

If you don't answer,

I'll call your agency.

So there once was a hunter... or... or a huntress...

A huntress, yes...

Lived in the woods in a shack and hunted the forest for... deer...

and... other animals.

One time in the... autumn...

All the deer seemed to go away... even the rabbits...

The huntress searched and searched

but not even a little field mouse she could find...

and umm...

She got tired...

So, so fucking tired...

From trying and trying to do things she shouldn't like making up stories...

Just to eat healthier and maybe move to a nicer shack...

So one day she was resting by the river, and...

The river which led to the sea and fisher boats...

But that's not important...

And saw a leaf... floating on the water.

And on the leaf was a little spider...

Trapped... running back and forth...

A pretty little spider...

So wait...

It's a hunter then... Yes, not a huntress.

The hunter uses his arrow... an arrow and...

Puts its point on the leaf, makes a bridge from the leaf to the land.

And the spider climbs across... and no, it doesn't bite him!

It just looks at him and then crawls away.

And he says, “Farewell little spider.”

Thank you.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Somebody just took your bag.

My food is gone.

So you don't know him.

Who?

The guy... long hair... he looks homeless.

- No, I don't know him. - So, so he stole it from you.

Just my food.

My important things are still here and...

If he was homeless I'm sure he's hungry.

Are you sure you don't need any help?

No, I'm fine.

Thanks for letting me know though.

Well you know i-it could be dangerous here.

Here? In the middle of the day?

Yes! Yes, because you know the parks...

The homelesses they live here.

So... they're weird looking...

Dirty hands...

I think that you should be careful... maybe...

Yeah. Thank you for your concern.

You know, I live close... close to this park so...

We can walk together sometimes like...

Do shopping together or something, right?

How do I know you're not dangerous?

No, no no. That guy... the guy who stole your bag.

He's a bad guy. He could be dangerous.

But not me. I'm a good guy.

Actually my name is Nicholas.

Catherine.

Yeah, nice to meet you.

And then...

And then...

And then...

Nicholas...

Ni... cho... las...

Where am I?

I want to go home.

Shall I go this way, shall I go that way.

I don't know.

I don't know where I am.

Shall I go up, shall I go down.

Welcome home.

Hey.

You cook something?

Yes...

Nice.

So...

how was your day?

Good.

I went shopping...

and then I did some work...

How was yours?

Ah, like always.

Nothing special.

So the hunter... It was later...

In the middle of a crazy stormy night.

He was trying to sleep...

...but there came a knock at his little shack door.

He opened the door.

There was the most beautiful maiden there...

Beautiful silky skin and beautiful silky hair...

Beautiful eyes.

And uh, she tells him she needs a place to stay for the night.

But she doesn't want to explain her situation.

So the hunter says, "Yes,"

And when he...

He woke the next morning.

She made food for him and also gave him a beautiful...

Bolt of cloth.

Silky silky cloth...

And uh, she said if it's okay, she hopes to stay a bit longer so...

So...

And then he...

Fuck...

This is stupid! Stupid! Old bitch!

Fucking... old... bitch!

Fucking old bitch! Fuck your dead son who lied to you!

He couldn't fucking speak Swedish!

So that blood is real?

Yes. It is my daughter's.

Did you kill her?

Yes. I killed her.

Car accident.

I was driving. I killed her.

Dog food?

Yes.

For my dog.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And... days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months...

So this, this beautiful maiden, the hunter asked her to marry him.

She only had one request...

She said,

"Every day when you go hunting, I will weave us a cloth"

"A silky silky cloth"

"To sell at the market."

"But," she said,

"But when I'm working, making my silky silky cloth,"

"You must never come in the room."

"You must... knock three times on the door and when I say 'YES', you may enter."

"Of course," he agreed.

And they married and day-in-and-day-out he went hunting,

And she made beautiful cloths,

And they made good money and... They had a great life

And loved each other very much.

But one day, he had a bad day hunting

And caught nothing and even hurt his foot...

So tired...

He came home and forgot to knock three times on the door and just went inside...

And so he opened the door... Uh, looked up...

And saw there in the room...

In the beautiful kimono of his wife was a gigantic spider.

Her eight ugly legs weaving bolts of cloth

Fast as lightning, back and forth like, lightning

Weaving the beautiful...

Bolts of cloth, spinning them from silky thread from her own body...

and then... uhh... then... umm... and...

then... then...

I can't believe this.

You're like a snake,

Taking my money...

Why don't you answer your phone?

I... I don't like this.

At least answer my messa-

Good boy.

Fetch fetch.

Come back tomorrow?

Why?

I have to see you?

How much do you need to see me?

Very much!

What would you do to see me again?

Do?

You're hungry aren't you?

Yes.

I even pulled the legs off for you.

Yummy!

So delicious, right?

Yes...

I have to go.

(door opening and closing)

Hey... Sorry...

Yes I'm just leaving the office now...

Where? Just in front of the elevator so my...

so my phone might cut out...

Why, did you need me to pick up something?

Oh sorry...

Yes, I'm starving... great...

Wow, sounds delicious...

Yes, I'm still standing in front of the elevator...

Yes... Yes I know.

Have to catch the first train tomorrow.

Well my phone will cut out so it'd be rude, right?

Hey...

Hey, where are you?

Hey... Hey...

Hey, where are you?

There you are.

Do you want me to wear it?

Yes,

Please wear it.

It's filthy.

Do you really want me to wear it?

Yes.

I eat a bug?

No.

I kick a homeless man again?

No.

And you don't have to hurt yourself either.

Not tonight.

Okay.

Have a nice day.

Oh... no... no, no, no, no...

No.

And the hunter... He? She?

Hunter? Huntress? Hunter...

And the hunter... he was shocked to see the huge spider.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

She turns and sees him...

She just shakes her spider head...

And speaks in his beautiful wife's voice.

The beautiful voice coming out of that horrible creature saying,

“Why did you have to look?! Why did you have to look?!”

Oh... no... no, no, no, no...

..Please... Please do it.

Catherine?

She runs away... she ran away.

He waited for days and days, sick with his loss.

But days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and then...

One dark stormy night there is a knock at his door.

The hunter rushes to it, flings it open...

But it isn't his beautiful wife, his beautiful spider...

Instead it's, a silhouette...

A statue of himself, woven from silky silky threads...

It stands there, looking just like him, but made...

but made of beautiful silky webs...

It looks so real, he can't help it.

He reaches out and touches it...

The webs part and fall away...

And then... And then... And then...

And then...