All language subtitles for Pelle erobreren

Pelle the Conqueror

- Papa...
- I�m sleeping.

Tell me about it again, papa.

It�s very different this new country.

- You�ll hardly...
- You�ll hardly believe your eyes.

They put raisins in the pork roast
and butter on your bread...

Some places
they put butter on your bread.

The brandy... is cheap as water...

...and strong enough
to knock you off your feet.

But your father can handle it, Pelle,
because he�s strong.

- And kids are free all day.
- Yes, Pelle, yes.

Tell me about it again.

Wages are so incredibly high,
that kids...

Those kids don�t have to work.

- They can... play all day.
- Yes.

They won�t fool me. Shouldn�t take
the first offer that comes along.

This is my boy.

No, widower.
We�re from Tommelilla.

My name is Lasse Karlsson
I�m looking for work.

That one looks like
he�d be kind to children.

Lasse Karlsson from Tommelilla.
I�m looking for work.

Go back to Sweden, you old devil.

Lasse Karlsson from Tommelilla.
I�m looking for...

No... shouldn�t take
the first offer that comes along.

I�m Lasse Karlsson from
Tommelilla. I�m looking...

Lasse Karlsson from Tommelilla.
I�m looking for work.

You�re too old,
and the boy is too young.

Shouldn�t take the first offer
that comes along.

No...

You�re too late.

I suppose you�re looking for work.

Where are your parents?

Lasse Karlsson from Tommelilla.
I�m looking for...

Let me see your papers.

I�ll hire you for 1 00 crowns a year...

... including the boy.

Good Lord...

You�ll be staying in there.

If you have any questions
ask me or the trainee.

Come back here,
you stupid animals!

Come back here,
you miserable creatures.

Come on.

Move it. Come on.

H it them on their teats. Or their
hind legs, then they�ll listen.

Just hit them.

Get back I said.

If you help me with the cows
and teach me Danish...

... we can share my food.

Always keep a stone in your pocket.
If one runs away...

... hit her with it and call her name.

She�ll come back
then she�ll know who is boss.

- What�s your name?
- Rud.

- Rut?
- Rud. Stick your tongue out.

If you stick your head between your
legs and the sun are above the trees...

... it�s time to give them water.

You can also hear it
by the larks� song.

That�s my mother.
She can�t say Rud either.

Here�s my food.

Stablehand, why is that
cow standing there?

Why is Gabriella standing there?

Why is Gabriella standing there?

The girls can�t find their cows
when you move them around.

Aspasia it says.

Perhaps Mr. trainee could tell me
where she is suppose to stand.

Kongstrup is back!

Erik, why haven�t you unharnassed
Kongstrup�s horses?

Because I am going to
eat my food first.

Oh, really?

You�re not going to leave these
horses there, while you eat.

Get out... you lazy dog.

Don�t you know it�s forbidden
to steal the milk?

You should be whipped for that!

Well, never mind this time.

Hey, Pelle...

I�ve been thinking.

You and your father want to get rich?

I know where you can find
lots of gold coins.

If you can keep a secret.

Come in here, Pelle,
very quietly.

The raven can be dangerous
if it hears us.

Come.

Mr. trainee!

Mr. trainee, sir!

J ump, you stinking Swede!

You dirty bastard!

Do you want to taste
the whip yourself?

Stop it or I�ll turn you both in
to the authorities.

Get out and don�t show your face
for a good while.

You son-of-a-bitch!

He�ll be punished. You can be sure.

- On my word of honor... I�ll...
- Kill him.

- That dirty bastard...
- Promise you�ll kill him?

- You can count on it, Pelle.
- How?

- How?
- How are you going to kill him?

With a hammer, I think...

You�ll kill him stone dead...
Like a dead dog?

You bet...

But who�ll read
the cows� names then?

You�re right...

Yes... We�d better
make it just a whipping.

Then he can still read for us.

But it will be a proper whipping.

Yarn for the boy�s grey socks.
The patch was for...

The Sunday sweater, said Bengta.

The sleeves should be let down.

Your mother was so worried. She
didn�t think I could take care of you.

Count on me, Bengta.

Don�t wear the socks too long,
she said. Don�t wear them through.

Lasse!

Lasse?

Lasse?

It�s the trainee.

Lasse, where the hell are you,
you Swedish bumpkin?

Will you kill him now, papa?

Yes, yes...

Mr. trainee...
I want to protest against...

Mr. trainee... As a father
I want to protest against...

Why don�t you answer when I call?

Excuse me.

I just want to protest about
the way Pelle was...

Are you deaf? Watch out
I don�t report you to the manager.

Aspasia is not going
out to pasture tomorrow.

- Is she going to calve?
- Did you think she was foaling?

You can lie there and cry, but if
one can�t read Aspasia�s name...

... one ought to show a little respect.

I know where Aspasia�s stall is.
She�s the third one from the door.

- You promised, papa!
- Speak Swedish with your father!

You do speak Swedish, don�t you?

Are you so proud you won�t speak
your mother-tongue anymore?

Lasse is old and poor...

No respect... They can do
what they want with you.

What good does it do
to make a fist...

... when there�s no strength left?

I�m getting older...
But you�re young, Pelle...

You can conquer the whole world.

I nearly forgot... Look here.

Look, Pelle...
Look what I have...

Look at this, Pelle.

I brought it with me from Sweden.

From Tommelilla.

If we�re lucky,
we�ll get wild strawberries.

Just think, Pelle...
Real Swedish strawberries.

Nils, get your father some water.

Nils, how about that water?

Watch out!

What the hell are you doing son?

Where have you been?

The Missus sent me to the store.

What�s that you�re hiding
under your jacket, Pelle?

The Missus said
I wasn�t to show it to anyone.

You�re a clever boy, Pelle.

If you give me the bag,
I�ll give it to the Missus...

... so no one sees it.

Cognac...

Give it to me.

I won�t move. The boy should
know that you take my things.

Don�t do it!

Give me that bottle, Kongstrup!
You lousy bastard!

Pelle, go down and tell them
how he bullies me.

- Tell them how he�s ruining my life.
- That�s enough!

Keep it.

God who keeps his children near,
look at me who is kneeling here.

My happiness is in God�s hands,
whatever are the world�s demands.

- Happiness comes, happiness...
- Papa?

Tomorrow you can say
the day after tomorrow.

And the day after tomorrow,
you can say tomorrow.

- My birthday.
- Oh, yes...

Pelle, the cognac he poured out...

... was it real cognac?

Into the flower pot?

Happiness comes, happiness goes.

You better get dressed.

Trousers, Pelle.
Trousers first.

But what�s in your pocket?

You haven�t been stealing
eggs last night, have you?

Let�s see.

Oh, it�s only paper.

Why do you stuff your pockets?

Happy birthday
and God bless you, son.

Thank you.

It�s just a poor man�s gift, Pelle.

Look.

Now that�s really something!

It�s a birthday present.

I should have guessed. You look like
someone who�s got a birthday.

Happy birthday.

They say...

Are you really
going to run away to America?

Run away...
Run away, Pelle.

Do I look like an idiot?

You think I�d risk losing
all my savings and be lawless?

I want to be free, Pelle.

A free man.

That�s what I�m waiting for.

A free man.

Come and see.

Look here, Pelle.

This...

This is the boat to America.

I�ve got two years left
to work on this damn farm.

Then I�ll have enough
money for the ticket.

As soon as the manager pays me,
I�ll go out and conquer the world.

Across the ocean.

First to America, then to
China, Spain, Negroland.

The whole damn world, Pelle.

It�s there, waiting for you, Pelle.
It�s almost too easy.

- Imagine...
- I�m coming with you.

Yes.

Since it�s your birthday,
I�ll let you come along.

Remember, in two years, as soon
as the snow begins to melt...

... we�ll go out and conquer it.

That great, awful...

... wonderful world.

Now.

There you are.

We�ve always eaten wild
strawberries on your birthday.

Think... real Swedish strawberries.

How far is America, papa?

America?

Very far. There�s a big
mighty ocean between us.

Erik says the sea is
the strongest there is.

It�s soft and yet
it can hold anything up.

Iron or rock.

I wonder if the countries America
and China are attached...

...to the ocean bottom
or do they drift freely about?

Then they would be hard to find.

They�re firmly fix ed to
the ocean bottom, I imagine.

Kongstrup!

Come out, Kongstrup.
I want to talk to you!

- Your lad is hungry!
- The sow and the cabbage head...

Kongstrup, your bastard son
needs money for food!

Where are you going, you
cabbage head? Stay here.

Come out and say hello to your
bastard son. He�s hungry.

That lecher, he has kids
all over the place.

Except with his missus.

They say she is a witch.

�The monthly allowance f or your son.
� Didn�t I tell you not to come here?

The lad�s allowed to see his father.

- Get out, you disgusting sow.
- Kongstrup has to pay his due.

Kongstrup!
You�ll never get rid of your son.

You�ll never get rid of us!

Kongstrup!

Kongstrup!

Take good care of
your slate now, Pelle.

And stay out of the way of the big
boys, until you can handle them.

But if they won�t leave you alone,
you hit first and run hard.

They�ll leave you alone
if you hit hard enough.

Listen to everything the teacher says
and don�t make trouble.

Remember to use your handkerchief.

Do not use your fingers.

But if no one�s looking, then you
can save the handkerchief.

Take care of your sweater,
now that I�ve mended it.

If the teacher�s wife invites you to
coffee, take only one piece cake.

- But she won�t.
- Why not?

- He never got married.
- I see.

Run along now.

B-A is ba.
B- E is be.

B-A is ba.

B- E is be.

B- I is bi.

B-O is bo.

B- U is bu.

B-Y is by.

B-A is bahh!

You miserable brats.
Will you be quiet?!

Quiet, you rascals!

Quiet! Quiet!

You rascals!

Let us welcome the new pupil.

Stand up.

- Tell us your name.
- Pelle Karlsson.

And what can you do?

I can hit a cow with a stone
from a hundred paces.

And I can make my cows stand still
by buzzing like a wasp.

- And I can make Bismarck...
- Can you read?

No, otherwise I wouldn�t be here.

Leave your impudent
remarks at home.

What�s this one, Pelle?
Don�t think I�ve ever seen that one.

Have you already forgotten?
I remembered after seeing it once.

- It�s an F.
- Of course. That�s what it is.

What�s wrong with my head today?
An F that�s it.

What do you think it�s used for?

It�s the first letter in F-ternoon.

Of course. But you didn�t
figure that out alone.

- The teacher must have told you.
- No, I figured it out myself.

You did?
You�re getting clever, Pelle.

There�s no end to what a lad with
so much book learning can do.

Maybe we�ll get roast pork
with raisins, Pelle.

Or with apples. Some places
they make it with apples instead.

We�ll see.

Get out! I don�t want
any more trouble with you.

- Get out!
- Oh, hell, herring on Christmas Eve.

If you don�t like the food,
then find some other place.

Herring, herring...
Herring every single day!

Couldn�t we have had
roast pork for Christmas?

Damn you, always complaining.
Go back to Sweden...

... if you don�t like it here.

Are you so damn stingy? Don�t
you think we work hard enough?

And you, of all people, say that.
Go to your room.

Damned!

Damned!

Damn the Stone Farm.

Does anyone else
have any complaints?

Scram, you oaf!

What are you doing here?
Go back to the other oafs.

Watch out, Pelle. The water�s wet.

You could get wet, you yellow-belly.

Get lost, Pelle! You could
get dizzy and fall in the water.

Go home, Pelle!

- Go back to the other oafs.
- Get lost, yellow-belly!

Go home, yellow-belly!

I�m no more that than you! You
don�t even dare jump in the water.

You must be crazy,
jumping into the water...

... like some love-sick woman.

A good beating is what you need.

If you had drowned I�d have given
you such a beating, believe me.

To think I should be the father
of such a half-witted idiot.

Do you think, doctor,
he�d be better if you bled him?

Here you are.

This will help your cold.

Don�t be afraid, Pelle.
I�m not a witch.

Just very unhappy sometimes.

Oh, dear Lord...

...you don�t even have a mother,
poor thing.

It�s three years since
Mama Bengta died.

She�s lying in the left-hand corner
of the cemetery now.

Do you miss her much?

Lasse mends my clothes.

She was a good mother
to you, wasn�t she?

She was so ill and grouchy
at the end.

It was better that she died.

But we�ll marry again soon.

And then you�ll leave.

You don�t like it here anyway,
do you?

Nobody likes it at Stone Farm.

Everything turns bad here.

It must be an old curse.

Is that what they say?

Well, well...

And what do they say about me?

That Missus has a pact
with the devil...

... and turns into a werewolf at night.

And just because
I love only one man.

Why does he do this to me?

He�s gone into town again,
the lecher.

I married him,
made him a proprietor...

... gave him my love.
The best I have, I�ve given him.

If only he could have
given me a child.

- I think I�d better go down to papa.
- Now you�re afraid of me again.

You�re a good boy, Pelle.

If I had a son, I would
want him to be like you.

Papa, there�s the Missus
with her young family.

Pelle, you step forward.

Hello, Pelle. Where�s your father?

This is our stablehand, Lasse
Karlsson and his son Pelle.

Hello.

This is my niece from Copenhagen.

Miss Signe is going to stay with us.

I�ve forgotten what 2x 2 is.

Even if my knowledge
is somewhat rusty...

... I�ll see if I can help you.

2x 2 is 5.

Which is lighter, a pound of
feathers or a pound of lead?

Not you, Pelle.

Perhaps Pelle would be so kind
as to repeat his question.

If a pound of flour costs 1 2 ore, what
does a barrel of gunpowder cost?

Where the hell�s the herring?
That�s all I ever eat.

Herring, herring, herring!

Do you know the difference
between you and a buttock?

I don�t know either.

Erik, did you hear what I asked?

Lasse, can you take my place
at the chaff-cutter tonight?

But it�s Saturday.

I�m going out to have some fun.

You�re not getting off so easy.

He�s got a way with women,
like his papa.

It must be a hell of a long time
since Lasse Karlsson...

Karna, I�ve been thinking lately...

You�ve been good to Pelle,
and you like the boy.

Why not move in together. We could
have a good life, the two of us.

You�re too old, Lasse.

My man has to be dangerous.
You�re not dangerous anymore.

I see.

So you�re out fishing for young men.

Watch out you doesn�t miss the boat.

Lasse, run down to the store
and get us some brandy.

Come on, damn it. It�s Saturday.

You can get your own brandy.
Just because someone is old...

In the old days there was respect.
They always said...

... ��Where�s Lasse?
Get Lasse Karlsson.��

The girls were chasing you,
even if you were married.

There was respect.

Papa!

I had hoped when we came here...

...that there would be some
money left to buy a little house...

... and maybe find a woman,
who could take care of us.

Then we could have coffee in bed
Sunday mornings, eh Pelle?

We could run away together, papa.

Run away...

But think of the authorities.
I don�t want to become an outlaw.

I mean far away, to America.

We could go to America and
get us a house and a wife.

We could save up
all our money, papa.

We have to get away.

What are you doing here?

- Stealing eggs. I was so hungry.
- Don�t tell anyone you saw me.

I know who the father is.

You mustn�t tell anyone.

H is father would...
If he knew, he would...

I�m not good enough for them.

I don�t know what to do.

Promise not to tell.

Never.

Pelle!

Come here!

- What were you doing there?
- Stealing eggs.

Bend over.

Can I have your half-crown?

Have my half-crown?
Are you crazy?

I�ll need it when I go to America.

When I�m bigger
I�ll give you back ten.

You�ll never get big.
You�re deformed.

I�ll go on show... attivolis.

Attivolis?

As a monster. I�ll get filthy rich.

But Pelle...

... give it to me and you can
beat me 1 00 times with nettles.

On your bare skin?

A hundred times.

- You can�t take that.
- As hard as you want.

A hundred blows. Are you ready?

That�s enough.

Then you don�t get the money.

You hit too hard.

- You want it or not?
- The money first, then.

Can�t you tell us anything about
Adam and Eve and the serpent?

Well?

We�re waiting.

Have you ever heard of
Adam and Eve and the serpent?

Haven�t you been listening in class?

What did the serpent promise them
if they ate from the apple?

Don�t think I feel sorry for you.

It promised that if they could
distinguish between good and evil.

How can we let you
continue in this class...

... if you don�t understand
the most elementary things?

Are his parents here?

They are not even here.
All right, sit down.

Next... Pelle.

Perhaps you can tell us
what God said to the serpent?

And God said to the serpent,
You shall...

You shall crawl on your belly...

You shall crawl on your belly...

- And does it still do so?
- Yes, because it has no limbs.

And can you tell me what a limb is?

A limb is...

- A hand, for example.
- Yes.

What distinguishes all limbs
from other parts of the body?

A limb is...

A limb moves independently.
An example?

Ears.

- Can you move the ears?
- Yes.

I should really like to see that.

So your ears saved you.
I always told you to use your ears.

Rud!

Rud, you idiot. Come back!

If you run away you�ll never get
to your grandma in heaven.

You can have my knife
if you come back.

You can�t do that to me.

What are you doing?

Don�t remove those stones.
The child is buried there.

Yes it is... Anna killed your child
and she was sent to jail.

I did it...

I killed the child.

Papa could never kill me.

Why can�t you leave me alone?

It�s my meadow, and you mustn�t
take the stones away from the child.

You mustn�t say that.
You mustn�t lie before God.

The child is in the cemetery,
in consecrated earth.

The child is buried here.

I�ve seen his soul burning
on the rocks at night.

That�s because God won�t
let him come up to Heaven.

Nils!

Who has gone out there
into the arms of death?

It�s Nils.
He went out with the line.

Your eyes are young.
Can you see Nils?

He was a good boy.

He was my everything.

My light... my warmth.

He never spoke an evil word.

Even though I denied him his love.

Now I�m without a son.

Without a child.

May he find peace now.
He had so little of it here on earth.

He rescued the lives of five men.

Maybe now
Our Lord will receive him.

Come on, Erik.
Come on!

Two more inches and you�ve won
yourself a bottle of brandy.

When will you drink it?
The Manager says you have to work.

He can work if he wants,
the bloody Stone Farm manager.

No one is going to keep Erik in,
when he�s free and wants some fun.

Can I come with you?

Not now, Pelle.

Not now...
Remember in one year...

When the snow melts, then we�ll
go out into the real world.

First to America and then
to Negroland and China.

The whole damn world, Pelle.

Where are you going?
You scoundrel! Erik!

What�s this?

Are you ill?

I must have caught a cold.
My whole body is shivering.

It couldn�t be mumps, could it?
Let�s look at you, boy.

Look at you, lying there
in your Sunday clothes.

What�s this, your funeral dress?

Were you going out to buy
yourself a burial place, huh?

It�s about time we get you into the
ground. You�re beginning to smell.

I�m not dead yet...

And I don�t smell more
than some people.

Always trouble with you.
Never satisfied with the food.

- Always complaining about work.
- Why don�t you hit me?

Go on, hit me!

There must be authorities
in this country.

Now you do your job...

... or I�ll show you the authorities.

The manager wants you to be quiet.

What are you saying,
you little chicken?

- The manager wants you...
- I can�t hear you.

The manager wants you to be quiet.

Listen to him.
Listen to that stupid boy.

He is still wet behind the ears.

Run back and tell him
to run his own errands.

Skol!

Skol, you devil!

Good Lord...

I�m not dead yet.

- Where are you going, Erik?
- To rest.

- What?
- To rest.

No. You have to do your job.

- I�m allowed to rest.
- Who says so?

- Like the others.
- That�s for me to decide.

Get back to work, Erik.

- I always have to work.
- What a pity.

That�s because you�re so clever...

... and yell such loving words at me
when I turn my back.

What the hell do you think
you get your money for?

Are you so goddamn stupid?
You have to work for your wages.

Get back to work...

...you lousy bastard.

I�ll have to go to the authorities
and report you...

... and keep your wages.

All your wages, Erik.
Fine.

Papa! Lasse!
They�re coming.

Good Lord...
They�re going to do it.

Carry him down to the cellar.

Carry him down to the cellar!

The rest of you go back to work.

Come inside and get warm.

I just wanted to get out of the wind.

The mama Bengta died and now
she�s in the cemetery back home.

And your father is a widower?

I think that�s what it�s called.

The sea is hard. My husband�s
been out there for a year now.

I�ve been a widow since.

Has he drowned?

No, he hasn�t.
I haven�t had an omen yet.

How long did you say
her husband has been at sea?

A year, I think.

So she�s been alone a whole year.

That�s a long time.

And you told her that
mama Bengta was dead?

Yes, of course you did.

This is all we have left
of mama�s things.

It�s all or nothing now, Pelle.

You go by Madame Olsen�s place
after school tomorrow...

... and give her this.

As a thank you for her kindness
to you in the storm.

Would you believe it, Pelle...

... I got an omen last night
in that awful storm.

I dreamt that a big black dog
stood at my bed.

H is coat was dripping wet...

... and I understood it had to be
the shipdog with a message.

I got out of bed...

... and outside my window
I saw a ship go down.

The heavens and the sea met.

I saw my husband rise to heaven.

He was completely transparent.

Saltwater dripped off him.

- Who�s there?
- Pelle�s father, Lasse Karlsson.

So that�s Pelle�s father.

It�s quite a young son you have.

Come in and sit down.

He was a late-comer you might say.

But I can still do a man�s work,
both here and there.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

I really ought to be going.

Eat.

Go ahead, eat.
That�s how you know a man.

You�ve walked a long way.

I just wanted to thank you
for being so kind to the boy.

Nonsense. Here... eat.

- You must have been a good wife.
- That�s true enough.

He got everything that was
his due when he was ashore.

But he was ungrateful,
and one gets tired.

I don�t think mama Bengta
would have said that about me.

There�s plenty to do in this house,
if there�s a man to help.

I only have one cow...

... but one could have two.

I�m only a poor devil
compared to you...

... but we have decent clothes.

And I have a pair of good hands.

- You�re not afraid of lending a hand.
- No, I�m not.

I�m not afraid of...

... a cup of coffee in bed
Sunday morning either.

Then I think I should have a kiss.

Yes, you should.

We must hope for happiness
and blessings for all three of us.

You already like the boy.
I know that.

You�d better stay the night.

But I must be back
before the cows wake.

And Pelle�s all alone.

Pelle...

Come on, Pelle.

Everything�s been arranged now.
We�ll have a house and home.

And a beautiful mother too.
Madame Olsen. You�ll be happy.

And maybe we�ll get coffee
in bed Sunday mornings.

Give us this day our daily bread...

Is that the book of biblical stories?

Does it have the one about the man
whose sons pulled down his pants?

- Noah?
- Yeah, old man Noah.

- What did he drink, old man Noah?
- Wine.

Was it wine? Then he must have
been a fine man, old Noah.

Then there was the one about
the man who was so devilish clever.

- Laban.
- Laban, of course.

Imagine forgetting that... Laban.

How was it now?
Could you have two wives then?

The great prophets. Let me see...

Isaiah and Daniel...

I remember them. lf you want to
you can ask me about the prophets.

Okay, let�s hear them.

You better stop reading now.
Otherwise you may lose track.

Of the four great prophets?

Let�s hear them.

Well, first I have to make sure
I have them all.

I don�t understand
where they have gone.

There�s Isaiah... and Daniel...

No, I can�t do it today, Pelle.

- Think of how old I am.
- Isaiah, Daniel...

Isaiah, Daniel, Jesus...

No, not Jesus.
Of course not... Not him.

They sure had devilish names.

Try, papa.

Isaiah, Daniel, Ezekiel...

- And... and...
- Jeremiah!

And Jeremiah!

Isaiah, Daniel, Ezekiel
and Jeremiah.

Will you never grow up?

Don�t be afraid.
He wouldn�t hurt a fly.

Erik, are you coming?

To the fair, Erik.

Come on, Erik.

Come on!

Come on, Erik.

Isn�t he coming?

He can�t stay alone here
without the manager.

Can�t you go get him?
You�re the only one he listens to.

Coming with us to the fair,
Erik old boy?

Come on, Erik. Come on!

Aren�t you coming to the fair?

Isaiah, Daniel, Ezekiel, Jeremiah.

Isaiah, Daniel, Ezekiel, Jeremiah.

Those were the days.
Imagine, two wives, Pelle.

One could make coffee and
the other could mend and sew.

Smile at the world,
and the world smiles back at you.

What�s going on here?

I�m leaving, Aunt.

But Signe, dear child...

I don�t really like living in the country.

I want to learn to take care
of myself. I�ve decided to...

- You might have said something.
- I should have said it earlier.

But dear child, I don�t understand.

I miss the city so...

But I thought...

Kongstrup and I were sure
you were happy here.

Dear Signe...

I�m sorry, Aunt, but I don�t think...

So suddenly. lf you had said it
earlier I could understand.

- Sorry, Aunt.
- But you might have...

Why can�t you look me
in the eye when we talk?

How will you manage the trip?

- And so suddenly...
- Kongstrup will take me to the boat.

Oh thank God. I was so worried.

If only I could understand.
We�ll miss you terribly.

I imagined Kongstrup and I,
we would sit here...

... and watch you run
this glorious place.

Signe, my dear, don�t cry.
My dear...

You can always visit us
whenever you want.

Kongstrup!

Kongstrup!

Come out and let me talk to you.

You owe me money, Kongstrup.

Kongstrup!

Miss Signe...

Let me say hello to you.

Are you too proud
to say hello to me?

One person�s just
as good as another.

Is it because you�re going away
to have your child?

I had mine in a turnip patch.

But it was the same old
whoremonger, wasn�t it?

Signe... Signe.

Go up to the old whoremonger.
I�m afraid of the Missus.

- Come on.
- Let me go!

Kongstrup, come out and
help an old sweetheart!

Let me go! Let me go!

Get out! Out!

What are you staring at?

- Why are you late?
- Sorry.

I don�t understand.

Only death can put an end
to grief so quickly.

She must have a damned
good grip on herself.

Wake up and fetch the doctor.
Quick!

- What is it, papa?
- I don�t know.

What is it? What happened?

- It�s so terrible.
- She cut him.

- The Missus cut him.
- What happened?

The Missus cut him.
He�s bleeding badly. Get help.

See what it says about Pelle.

Could Master Friis tell me
what this means?

�� Pelle is the young cuckoo
in Madame Olsen�s nest.��

- Isn�t she married to a sailor?
- She�s boatman Olsen�s wife.

He sleeps with her at night.

Your father doesn�t care,
does he, Pelle?

Watch out lecher�s son!

Pelle�s father likes married women.

Pelle�s father is a whoremonger.

He�s in for a beating.

The cuckoo bird is in for a beating.

Here�s one from boatman Olsen.

Just wait, Pelle, we�ll get you.

Pelle...

I�ve been turning it over in my mind...

Shouldn�t we move down
to Madame Olsen�s?

I�ve talked to her about it.

It�s against the law to move in with
someone who�s still married...

... but my whole body aches
sometimes to have my own.

Pelle, we could make it look
like we were lodgers.

She could sew you new clothes.
You�re growing out of the old ones.

If I move in to Madame Olsen�s,
you�d come too, wouldn�t you?

It�s easy for you, Pelle.
You have your years ahead of you.

I�m beginning to get old and I
need someone to take care of me.

You just go ahead and move,
and I�ll run away.

You�re so smug and proud. Look
how you�re cutting up the post...

... and someone else has to
fill in the holes with cow dung.

Stop that now, Pelle!

Watch out I don�t cut a picture of
you and Madame Olsen on the gate.

You rascal!

Watch out I don�t set
the manager on to you.

Pelle!

Could you go by Madame Olsen
on the way home from school?

Here are some things
she promised to mend for us.

And tell her I�ll come by this evening.

Why don�t you marry her properly
Like others do.

We will...
We will, Pelle...

... but it takes time
with the authorities.

Boatman Olsen�s
death certificate and all.

But soon there will be coffee in bed.

Well, here�s Madame Olsen�s
young cuckoo.

Let�s see how strong you are, Pelle.

- Into the sea with him!
- J ump, Pelle!

Whoremonger�s son!

Go back to Sweden!

Let�s see how good you are.

- Into the sea with him!
- J ump, Pelle!

- Show us what you can do.
- Papa�s little Pelle, come on.

How about a little dance?

What�s the little cuckoo going to do?
Show us what you can do.

Go back to Sweden,
you whoremonger�s son.

- Fly away cuckoo bird!
- Cuckoo bird!

Look! It�s boatman Olsen!

Are you back already?

Madame Olsen�s husband
has come home.

First they pluck one feather
and then another.

And finally you stand there
Like a plucked chicken in the shit.

I thought I was going to have
a peaceful old age. I�ve slaved...

I�m just a poor, miserable man.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus, help me.

What�s the point of grieving?

Here... this is my new sweetheart.

Kiss her, lad.

Oh, you�re too fine for that, are you?

Well it doesn�t help
to go around whimpering.

Stop it, papa.

Frisky isn�t she?

Easy now, you devil!

You�re crying, son.

Has someone hurt you?

Don�t you know your father�s
name is Lasse Karlsson?

It�s alright. Lasse is here.

You can be sure he�ll prove...

Your father can stand
on his own two feet.

Now the bastard�s going to
answer for all these years.

We�ll have a talk with Missus
and her whoremonger.

Erik?

Spring is coming.
That�s what papa says.

Then you�ll be a free man.

We can leave, Erik.

We can leave this awful place...

... and go out and
conquer the world, Erik.

Pelle...

- What do they say about us?
- Wouldn�t know.

Haven�t you heard anything?

Do you think I�ll go to school
and be made a fool of?

The Lord forgive me
for abusing his gifts...

... but it�s a terrible temptation
when you�re broken-hearted.

If I promise you�ll never again
see your father like yesterday...

... would you then go
to school tomorrow, Pelle?

We�ll pull through this.

You have to go or there will be
trouble with the authorities.

Master Friis?

Master Friis?

He�s sleeping.

Master Friis, it�s two o�clock.

Master Friis. It�s two o�clock.
Time to go home.

Well, Pelle...
Where�s your father?

Is he out running about?

I�m sure my father would be
happy to marry him...

... as boatman Olsen�s second wife.

Help me!

How dare you hit my son,
you scoundrel?

You�ll hear from the
authorities about this!

That was about the worst you
could do, hit the minister�s son.

He deserved it, I�m sure, but
still you shouldn�t have done it.

They�ll send you away.

He said he could get you married
as boatman Olsen�s second wife.

Oh, he did...

He did!

If I had him here,
I�d rip his innards out.

� Did you give him what he deserved?
� No, not really.

He squealed like a pig and
his father came running.

Damn.

This isn�t good.

And you don�t intend to apologize?

No, no you shouldn�t.

Although maybe you should...
No, no.

You have to twist and turn
as the eel said in the frying pan.

I hope the proprietor won�t mind.

We have no choice,
but to ask for help.

Did you blow your nose
properly, Pelle?

I hope the proprietor won�t mind.

- There�s probably no one home.
- We can�t stand here all day.

Go first then, if you think
you can handle this better.

Good day.

It�s like this you see...

I hope the proprietor won�t mind...

That he won�t mind...

Forgive us for coming, this has
nothing to do with the farm.

But when the sins of a father
are visited upon his son, then...

Are you standing there?

Sit down by all means.

Why haven�t you
offered them a seat, dear?

What is it? Money?

No, it�s just that...

I hope Ma�am won�t mind, but it�s...

It�s the boy.
They�re going to send him away.

Send him away?
What have you done?

I hit and kicked the minister�s son.

And why did you do that?

Because he said
evil things about Lasse.

What did he say?

He called me
boatman Olsen�s second wife.

Like, in the story
in the bible, I suppose.

I was... Madame Olsen�s sweetheart.

Everyone thought
she was a widow and then...

The other day,
her husband came home.

Have one.

- And then Pelle got furious.
- Yes, unfortunately.

That�s how it is with poor wretches.
They�re only there to be pecked at.

Well, I prefer the bird that
pecks back and defends his nest...

... no matter how poor it is.

I�ll do what I can.
Don�t worry about it anymore.

Thank you.

Oh by the way,
Kongstrup and I decided.

The old trainee is
Leaving us this Spring.

Maybe Pelle would like to become
trainee here on Stone Farm.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Did you notice how I let the Missus
know you�d like to be trainee?

Almost as if she thought
it was her own idea.

These belonged to the old trainee.
They�re a bit big.

Try them on, Pelle?

I�ll get some boot wax,
and they�ll be like new.

Well then...

Stand up straight, Pelle.

Shoulders up and chin forward.

No, lift your chin. There.

Now a sharp look in your eye. You
must command respect for yourself.

Posture and the look in the eye.
That�s what does it.

No more hard work.
Just giving orders.

��You can�t take tonight off.
The stables must be cleaned.��

And Pelle, maybe you�ll get to eat
Sunday dinner with the proprietor.

And have your own napkin-ring
with your name on it.

Pelle Karlsson written on it.

And who knows, Pelle. Maybe
one day you�ll be the manager.

I could see what the Missus thought.

Erik!

Erik!

Wait, Erik! Wait for me!

I won�t...

We have to leave here, papa.

Now, papa!

- Oh, it�s Karna.
- I�m glad I caught you.

I was afraid the manager and
the Missus would see me.

I came to give you this quilt.

It�ll keep you warm, no matter
where you end up in the world.

Goodbye, Gabriella.

Goodbye, Blakka. Be good.

Well, Aspasia.

Say goodbye to Pelle, cause he�s
going out to see the big world.

Papa...

What is it?

Can�t we stay?

You�ll have to run away
without me, Pelle.

I�m too old to travel.

I don�t have the strength anymore.

I�m too old.

Do you understand that?

We�ll make a bundle for you.

You can have two of my shirts
then you�ll have four.

The one you�re wearing is clean.

And remember: never wear it
more than two weeks at a time...

... otherwise you�ll get
a bad name in town.

And change your socks
before they wear out.

He who changes his clothes in time...

... saves half the work
and all the shame.

And you can have my boots too.

Though they�re a bit worn.

And here�s the Bible.

Mama Bengta wanted you
to have it the day we parted.

Next time we�ll meet maybe you�ll
have a proper home to come to.

Say hello to Karna for me.

Goodbye and thank you.