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Out of the Shadows

In the 17th and 18th centuries, family portraits were in fashion.

In these paintings, the man sits with his wife in his home

surrounded by his children.

The children were always depicted as small, grave-faced adults.

Like their parents, they stare out of the paintings at the viewer.

But we see other children there, too.

Children who have turned their backs on us, who stand half hidden

or who have their faces and bodies obscured.

Child mortality was high, and the portraits depicted the entire family.

Those who were given life...

...and those who were not.

These are the dead children.

This story is like one such painting.

This is the story of those who were given life...

... and this is the story of those who were not.

The half-hidden, the turned-away.

Those who peer from out of the shadows.

Time to get changed for church, boys.

-But we'll miss half the programme. -It's only the last 10 minutes.

But you haven't got changed.

Don't start. If your dad was here, he'd have turned it off long ago.

He wouldn't even have let you listen to such a programme.

-Hurry up, or we'll miss the ferry. -Let me just lock up...

There.

Be careful, it looks slippery today.

But we've got to make it to the ferry on time.

Right, I'll just let this dough prove...

-Do we have to go? -But Bible studies will be - fun, Henrik!

But Ragnar, Lena's sick, so there's no Sunday school.

So you'll have to come to the service with me instead.

Ragnar?

But you know what? After church, if the weather's still nice...

...you and me can go out to the lake and try out your new skates.

-I don't want to. -What a couple of grumps you are!

If you don't try them, you'll upset Daddy.

It's cold.

There's no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.

Ragnar, look at me...

And then Calle tells me that I should leave the room! Me!

He pretty much orders me to go! And I helped to start up the company!

Oh, sugar! We're out of yeast.

Ragnar, can't you run over to the Hanssons for some yeast?

He treats me like a bloody subordinate.

But you wait. Today we'll see who pushes who around.

-Please keep your hands on the wheel! -Shut up.

His own brother.

Hurry up and we can get going.

You two turn that off and go and get changed at once.

Chop chop!

-You think I should kowtow to him? -No, dear.

-What are you doing? -Bloody kids!

You shouldn't be driving so fast!

Mum, I can't find my long johns!

Mum! I can't find my bloody long johns!

-Mum, I can't find... -I hear you. I hear you.

Where are you off to?

-You're drunk. -I'm not drunk. I'm just tired.

Whatever, I'm off. - Jojje, you'll ruin your eyes sitting so close to the TV.

Where are you going? It's freezing out there! Hey!

So aren't you going out tonight?

No, Dad, w-what would I want to go out for?

I'll just s-sit here a while.

-Hey, Trisse! - Stoffe! -Hi, Linus.

-Can I take a beer? -You alright?

He's not going out.

-Where would he go, you mean. -It's Friday night, after all.

He hasn't got any friends, you know that.

Not in that way, at least.

I feel so sorry for him.

OK, how's this...

Shit, wait...

What are you staring at?

I asked you what the fuck you're staring at! Bitch!

Sieg Heil!

-Sieg Heil! -Sieg Heil!

We own this fucking bus.

What the hell...?

Towing a caravan in the middle of the winter, the stupid prat.

Only two bloody ferries in a whole bloody Sunday.

And it would be a Sunday that Calle picks to show off his flashy house.

I think it'll be nice to meet Calle and Biggan.

See you later, boys.

-Hello, Berit. Is Erik still away? -Yes, for another fortnight.

Poor Ragnar. Is Daddy away all the time?

See you!

Corinthians, chapter 6, verse 19.

Has everyone found the place?

Gunnel, would you like to read?

"Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost"

"which is in you, which ye have from God, and that ye are not your own?"

Thank you. - Henrik, can you try to concentrate?

Where were we? Yes, Paul says the body is the Holy Spirit's temple.

What do you think he means? Anyone?

No idea.

-Lennart? -I dunno.

That the body is the temple of the Holy Spirit-

-means that the body is something holy to look after and take care of.

And so we shouldn't harm or pollute this temple.

-Any ideas of what this might be? -That what?

That harms or pollutes our bodies, the temples.

I don't know.

Smoking, maybe. You shouldn't smoke.

Smoking. Good. I'll write it up.

-Alcohol. -Drugs.

Good, that's right.

-Sniffing. -Good!

Dancing.

-What are you so quiet for? -It's nothing.

It's my old woman, the fucking cunt.

-Is she on the bottle again? -She makes me sick. I hate her.

You shouldn't have trusted her.

What makes me most sick is when she promises. She gets so up herself.

She goes all slimy. Fuck it. I don't give a shit.

I feel like killing someone.

"Shortly before dawn, he came to them"...

..."walking on the lake."

"When the disciples saw him they were terrified and thought he was a ghost."

"They cried out in fear"...

-Is it over soon? It's boring. -Here...

Have a toffee.

Take two, they're so little.

" 'Do not be afraid.' "

" 'Lord, if it is you, tell me to come to you on the water.' "

It's really exciting.

Jesus walks on the water, and Peter goes up to him...

...also walking on the water.

But then Peter gets scared, and when he gets scared he sinks like a stone.

"He started to sink, and called out:"

" 'Lord, save me!' "

"Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him."

" 'O you of little faith,' he said."

" 'Why did you doubt?' "

This means that anything is possible. You just have to believe.

You mustn't doubt... because then you'll sink.

"And then those who were in the boat worshipped him, saying:"

" 'Truly you are the Son of God.' "

-Alright, we're here at last. -We made it, Abbe!

Hello! Hey!

Come back!

What the... It's not even...

It's not even... Well, it's twelve now. Maybe that's not the ferry!

-But it's twelve now! -Yes. How strange.

Strange? It's a bloody outrage!

-But what do you want me to say? -Nothing. You just shut up!

So what do we do now?

I'm hungry. When's dinner?

-Are you hungry, sweetheart? -Yes. We haven't had any dinner.

Have we got anything in?

How would I know?

I'm a bit weary.

I don't know if I can be bothered to cook.

Can't you be a darling and see if we've got anything in the freezer.

-Crepes, maybe? -We're always having crepes.

I don't like crepes.

What do you mean? They're nice.

They're just normal pancakes with a bit of prawn mayonnaise.

-I still don't like them. -Now, now. None of that.

-Mind the consol! -Alright, alright. What's up with you?

And just when Mum's feeling OK for a change. I'm just tired, that's all.

Liam, love...

...can't you go and see if we've got some crepes?

Otherwise you'll have to eat... God knows. Bread and yoghurt?

OK...so what now?

The place is deserted.

Fuck!

-Shall we head off into town? -The next train's in half an hour.

Fuck!

OK, let's see. We have smoking, alcohol, drugs, sniffing...

...and dancing.

Although dancing isn't that harmful. Shall we remove it?

The Bible says that we're to sing and dance in praise of the Lord.

True, Lennart. But many places of dancing can lead to other temptations.

I know. Sex. If you're unmarried.

Sex. Good, Gunnel.

-What do you others think? -It's not... It's...

It doesn't harm the body.

I'm not sure, Henrik. Do you really think it doesn't?

What do you mean? Sure it doesn't.

Sex is something wonderful that God has given men and women.

-One of His greatest gifts, in fact. -But...

But like everything beautiful God does...

...Satan creates an ugly and vulgar version of the good that God makes.

-My mum... -If the Devil says, "Do it!"

"Do it. Have sex."

"Have sex with whom you want, when you want."

"Don't listen to God. Just forget Him!"

I don't know, Henrik. You'll have to think about that again.

OK.

Sorry for speaking.

I'm not the one you should be saying sorry to.

Let us join together in prayer.

Sweetheart... Do you want anything?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Ice cream, or something?

No, thanks.

-I can pop some popcorn if you like. -I'm fine.

Just shout if you want anything.

LOVE

Just some information now and then it's nearly over.

The following members of our parish...

...have been recalled to a better place.

Oscar Emanuel Hansson, born 2 January 1892.

Recalled 12 February...

Being recalled to a better place means...

...that they've returned to God.

That they've lived out their lives, down here.

Ulrika Eleonora Wedin, born 21 October 1887.

Recalled 9 February, 1970...

...at the age of 82, 3 months and 19 days.

Robert Olof Andersson, born 6 December 1965.

Recalled 7 February 1970...

...at the age of 4 years, 2 months and 1 day.

Sven Efraim Lönnkvist... born 3 March 18...

...recalled 15 February...

...the age of 74 years, 11 months and 12 days.

May they rest in peace.

That was the time they had in life. That's why the bells are ringing.

They're ringing for the dead.

This won't do, we can't just sit here. We'll have to find a way to cross.

-We'll have to walk across the ice. -Walk across the ice?

-I'm not wearing the right shoes... -We'll have to re-pack with essentials.

-Do you think the ice will hold? -We've got no choice.

We'd packed too much stuff anyway.

But Abbe...

It's kept ice-free just by the ferry. Elsewhere it's as thick as anything.

So...take this.

-Don't forget the plant. -No.

-And remember to lock your side. -I know, I know...

Come on!

Wait for me!

" 'But she is happier if she so remain, in my judgement.' "

" 'And I think also that I have the Spirit of God.' "

Thank you. There's coffee and cakes in the hall for those who want some.

Oh, yes. If you want to come skiing at Idre at Easter...

...we have to get our booking in this week. OK? Good.

-Good bye. -Bye.

Henrik, can I have a word?

I'll wait outside.

Henrik... Henrik?

What is it?

-Do you confess that Jesus is the Lord? -Yes.

-I know what you're going through. -How do you mean?

I've been there myself. You must trust God to give you the strength to resist.

But I do trust...

I want us to pray together. Come here.

Come on...

Kneel with me.

Dear Lord Jesus... Dear Lord Jesus...

-Pray with me. -I don't know what to say...

Dear Lord Jesus, come to Henrik and give him energy and strength.

Dear Lord Jesus, deliver him from the sex and the lust.

Deliver him, Lord, from the Devil who tempts and ensnares.

Deliver him, Lord, you can do this! Dear Jesus, deliver him!

Beloved Jesus... - Pray with me, Henrik.

Dear Lord Jesus...

Dear... D-Dear Lord Jesus...

Come to us, Jesus, come to us! See us in our sin and wretchedness!

Do not turn away from us, Lord! Redeem us! Return to your flock...

...us who least deserve it. Come to us, Lord! Forgive us!

For Your blood's sake, redeem us! Purify us!

Forgive me, Lord, purify me! Forgive me!

Forgive me, Lord, forgive me! Please, forgive me!

By the way...

I think David's homosexual.

What was that?

I said I think that David might be... Well, that he's gay.

Are you saying our son is a homo?

I don't know, but...

I mean...

Maybe he is.

I see...

The ice is all soft! Do you really think it'll hold?

Yes. It's at least half a metre thick. Keep up.

And to think I've always been so afraid of drowning!

We should've called. Maybe Calle could've picked us up.

Let's see. Which one is their house?

Everything looks so different from the lake.

-Come on! -Don't be angry, Abbe. Slow down!

It's making a noise, Abbe!

-May I sit here? -Why, Elsie! Of course!

Can you make some room, Henrik?

My, how you've grown!

How old are you now, Lennart? 16?

And Henrik, 14?

-17! -He'll be 18 in six months' time.

And Erik, who's away half a year at a time.

It's not right for the parish to use him like that.

-Well, he has his calling. -He has children too.

-Will he bring presents with him? -I'm sure he will.

But the main thing is that he's coming.

Don't lean on your chair, Henrik.

Where is he now?

In west Kenya, outside a town called Kisii.

We could've gone too, but I didn't want to.

What with the new house and the kids settling into school.

-So suddenly it's your fault? -It's no one's fault.

When you marry a missionary it's what you have to expect.

Berit! What a blessing to see you and the children!

I heard Erik is on his way home. I had a letter the other day.

He's done great work down there, so you've every reason to feel proud.

Henrik and Lennart, you miss him too, eh?

-Yeah. -OK.

What's up with Henrik? You're all pale.

It's nothing.

Was Axel merciless during Bible study?

He's an excellent youth leader, but he can be a bit...

...dedicated.

And Ragnar, you miss Daddy too, eh?

Though Ragnar's more of a mummy's boy.

Well, darling, here it is.

There, you see? Easy as pie.

But Abbe, how are we going to get ashore from here?

-Oh, Abbe... -Oh, shit!

Here. We can walk over here.

Damn and bugger!

-Biggan, come and look at this. -What is it?

-What is it? -Come and have a look.

-Oh, dear... -Incredible, eh?

They'll be wet through! The lake isn't even...

-Didn't you tell them to get the ferry? -Yes...

Abbe! - Eva!

-Calle! -Well I never!

-Have you swum across? -What are you doing?

The iceman cometh - and he's brought his wife too!

The ferry went too early!

So I...we thought: "Hell, it's iced over!"

This is hilarious! This is bloody hilarious!

It's terrible. - Poor Eva...

Where are you going?

I don't know. I have to talk to him.

Everything all right, son?

Sure.

-What are you up to? -Nothing s-special.

Just doing a bit of surfing.

You mustn't look.

I was thinking that it's not too late to get a film out.

-We can drive to Hoby if you want. -No thanks, Dad, it's OK.

I'm all right, I promise.

I love you, David. You know that.

I love you.

-What's up? Are you sad? -No, it's nothing.

I just wanted...

Never mind.

-Fuck, it's cold out there. -I can't feel my ears!

Fucking winter.

Linus, stop thinking about your old woman and get into things.

-Move in a bit. -Jesus, relax!

You can't just stand there. You'll have to jump in!

-Haven't you got a boat or something? -A boat!

It's frozen stuck. It's only half a metre deep.

-Look, here you go... -Calle...

There! Christ, it's cold!

Come on, Eva. I'll just... Heave ho!

Thanks Calle. That was gallant of you.

A true gentleman. - But you, you'll have to make your own way across!

Hurry up so we can go and get warm!

-Here's a begonia... -Bloody hell!

Calle!

-Abbe, what are you doing? -This might work...

-I cut myself on the ice! Shit! -Hey, wait! He's cut himself.

Just get walking!

Let's see if anything will fit you... Calle's a little bigger.

I've always been a few sizes bigger than you, eh, Abbe?

Do you still have this? - Here's a pair of trousers too.

Well, well, you poor bastard...

-What did you do in the youth group? -Nothing special.

-You must have done something. -We just talked.

-I'm hungry, Mummy. -And what did we learn, Ragnar?

That everything's possible if you believe.

That you mustn't doubt.

By the way...

Can we go on Easter camp?

It's only 200 kronor. They're going to the Mission Church youth camp in Idre.

But it's the ski and boot rental that costs money.

Mum, I'm starving.

We'll talk to Dad when he gets back. If you're set on it, I'm sure it'll be OK.

They've come this far with the tracks.

Imagine if the train went all the way to Hoby!

-When we moved in, Hoby was a hole. -Yeah, but it'll never get finished.

What are we going to do in town? Wait for the train home again?

Fuck, stop dissing it. At least we won't freeze.

-Stop that, you fucking queer. -What the...?

-Cut that out. -Who the fuck are you?

None of that tone. I'm old enough to be your father.

You old git. Are you looking for a slap, you cunt?

I said: Are you looking for a slap, you cunt?

You're going to get such a slapping, such a slapping!

So answer me.

-Answer me, cunt! -I don't know what...

-Say that you're a cunt. -Calm down.

-Say it or you're dead. -You're crazy!

Go on, say that you're a cunt. - Put down the knife.

He's a cunt. - Harald, say it. Say it!

Say it.

-Where are we getting off? -I'll let you know.

-Look, skins! -Hey, boys, you missed your stop.

Hi there... Alright? You look nice. Hugs, Birk.

Thanks. Send photo. I promise to say the same.

This is what I look like. Hope it'll do :-)

As I said...the same. :-) ) )

Three little Nazis in the wrong carriage. Isn't life a bitch?

-I haven't done anything to you. -Hey, Dingo, what'll we do with him?

Weren't you just about to do this man?

-Hey, you, was he? -Yes, but...

-Hey, Dingo, what'll we do with him? -We'll get off and play with him.

We'll leave the others alone.

Oy, boys. We're borrowing your mate for a bit. OK?

Nice friends you've got. You're coming with us.

Let me go! Get off! - Help me!

I don't see why we're watching this.

It's just a load of explosions.

Anyway, you're not allowed to watch it. It's adult rated.

Mum, please...

Liam... Come to Mummy so we can have a little cuddle.

A little Friday evening cuddle. Mummy's little baby.

Stop it.

-Where did Linus go? -I don't know.

Out somewhere. It's Friday, isn't it.

He's got to have his fun.

It seems your mates didn't fancy getting a kicking.

-Leave me alone. -Why? Have we done something?

-Don't get so cocky. -What'll we do with him?

What do you do with little pigs?

-Cool it... -Relax, you ain't going nowhere.

Shall I tell you what happens to little pigs?

Go on, tell him.

You castrate them.

Bollocks!

Liam, darling, can you get me some paper?

Hurry up, you bloody little brat. It's staining the carpet.

Hold the fucking little Nazi still! He almost kicked me in the cock.

Hey, kid, listen up.

When you slice the balls off little pigs like you, they scream like shit.

You'll get to hear it yourself.

You'll think: "Fuck, what a scream!"

You didn't know you could scream so loud! It'll be a real surprise for you!

I promise. You didn't know it would be so fucking painful.

Bring me a glass too.

You took your bloody time. We need salt too, for the carpet.

-Shall we see what we've got here? -Stand still...

-I don't want to. -I'll be quick. It'll soon be over.

Get a grip! You're pissing yourself!

-Pull your pants up. -He's just a kid. Leave him alone.

Give me your mobile, and we'll let you go.

-Alright, one of these. Cool! -He had a mobile too!

Take it easy!

Cheer up, Nazi fucker, we were only joking around.

You're alive, for fuck's sake. You're alive!

Ragnar, sweetheart, the weather's still good.

-Shall we go skating after dinner? -I hate skates.

But Daddy bought you new ones. So let's hear no more of that.

More peas for anyone?

Ragnar...

I know it's silly of Dad to keep buying you skates when you don't want any.

But these are long-distance skates. So you don't have to play ice hockey.

You and me can go out, on our own.

Well? Just you and me.

I hate skating.

I can't turn, I can't go backwards, and I can't stop.

-But you're good at going forwards. -No I'm not.

OK, but...

You're cute, anyway.

-Shit, Linus! You got away! -We didn't stand a chance.

-We took the first train back. -What would you have done?

Can I look at you? What, didn't they do you over?

You didn't get a kicking? You're joking!

I got so scared when they took you. I thought they were going to kill you.

So what the fuck did they do?

I want to go home.

Here you are. They got a bit burnt.

I've brought you a drink too. Are you chatting?

I won't disturb you.

Liam, go to bed.

-Did you have a good time? -Go and brush your teeth.

-What did you get up to? -I said teeth.

-But Jojje hasn't brushed his. -He'll have to brush twice tomorrow.

-You never did your teeth just then. -I did. Smell.

OK, then. Now off to bed.

Mum's fallen asleep.

I noticed.

She was drunk.

I know.

-Good night. -Good night.

Shit!

-Spring's on its way. -The snowdrops are coming up.

I bet Daddy will bring the heat with him from Africa.

-Bye, Lennart, see you later! -Bye, Mum!

We'll have to hurry so we'll have time for some skating before dinner.

The body is the Holy Ghost's temple.

-Tell that to the pastor. The pig. -Don't say that. It'd upset Mum.

-I don't give a shit about her either. -Don't swear. Of course you do.

Go easy on that fag. Can I?

-Can I ask you something? -What is it?

When you were in there with Axel...

What about it?

You prayed for real, didn't you.

It sounded like you were crying.

What, were you eavesdropping?

It sounded real, anyway.

Well it wasn't.

So fuck off.

Can I call you?

Hurry up, sweetie, or we'll miss the last of the sun.

Here you go...

Let's see...

You should know something about me... he he... I stammer...

He he that's so cute. Can I call? Please!!!

Shit shit shit...

Shit!

And remember to take long, easy strides. OK?

Careful, Ragnar, it's a bit bumpy here.

Hello?

Hi. Is that David?

It's Birk.

-How's it going, Ragnar? Are you OK? -I'm freezing.

Just a bit longer, then we'll go back and have some hot chocolate.

Mum!

Mum! Mum!

Help! Help! Help!

-Mum! -Help me!

-Mum! -Ragnar! Help me!

Help me!

Mum!

Be careful! It's dangerous!

-Mum! -Careful! Don't!

Don't!

Mum!

-Mum! -Ragnar!

Mum!

Ragnar... No...

Mum! Mum!

Mum!

Shit.

This is the story of those who were given life...

...and this is the story of those who were not.

The half-hidden...

The turned-away...

Those who peer from out of the shadows.

Subtitles by Neil Betteridge Svensk Medietext AB