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So stretch, stretch, and stretch...

Stretch and extend.

And down, and again, and stretch...

Stretch, and stretch and out and down...

And we're done with that.

Carefully jog back up to speed.

What?

NOSEBLEED

A path leads to heaven where I live

Between white skies and green fields

By the road a little horse
stands and kicks

Eats grass, and grows up to be big

This is Swedish Radio Channel 3,
and Melodies in Swedish.

SWEDISH ESSAY
How I Want to Change Sweden

Are you done already?

Is that it?

Try for a bit longer,
and I'm sure you'll think of something.

-Hello, Hinder.
-Hello.

-How's the music going?
-What?

I'm just curious about
how the music is going.

-Is there any kind of system here?
-No, that was long ago.

I can tell. What a mess.
I don't understand

I would love to get the students
to paint wildly and freely.

To some music, with their entire bodies.

But...

I don't really know
what could be inspiring.

Well, you could try
a Brandenburg Concerto.

-Or some old jazz.
-Yes!

What the...? It's not there.

-"Dinah." It's supposed to be...
-May I bother you?

Listen, Magnus. This school dance
on Friday. Will you be there?

I guess I have to be.

Why not ask Rosita if she'd like
to come along and help you out?

-Well, I'll think about it.
-I trust you will.

-Sture?
-Yes.

-Can you come up to the attic with me?
-Yes, I can.

I think it was in the early '30s.

-Was he old?
-Neither old nor young, dear Hinder.

I guess he was your age.
Middle-aged, or so.

Well, they...

They said that he had drowned himself.

I can tell you, Hinder,
that odd things happen here.

In the middle of the night,
I swear you can hear music.

In the middle of the night? What hell are
you doing here in the middle of the night?

Damn, that window is open again.

Once, a flock of doves came in here,
and the window slammed shut.

I mean, you can still
smell the stink in here.

-Damn...
-Can I take these things?

Sure. Why would you want them, though?

-What's up there?
-The organ attic, I think.

I've never been up there.

I've never been interested.

WHEN I WAS A PUPPY,
EVERY DAY WAS A HAPPY DAY.

SUDDENLY, BANG!
AND I'M IN MY DECLINING YEARS

What the hell are you up to?

Hello!

I see. Now I understand.

This is the creation of
Magnus Einar Hinder's Ninth Symphony.

The one with the high C that never ends.

Never ends?

Never.

What is this?
Did you start painting as well?

No, it hung over my bed when I was young.

I would lay there
and fantasize about what I would see

once I reached the top of the hill
on the road.

There was a bright fairytale world,
with a sun you could turn on and off

using a switch
somewhere on that tree trunk.

Over time, I realized that the sun was
nothing but a dollop of dried oil paint.

Yes, you're right.

What conclusions have you drawn from that?

That when you no longer expect a fairytale
world on the other side of the hill

you're finished.

It's like a sack
slowly being pulled closed

and you sit there on the bottom,
seeing less and less of the sky.

So tear a hole in it.

No. This time
I'm going to include everything.

Everything!

You'd like that.

To lie there, splashing around
in your own juices.

When was that song
supposed to be submitted?

Oh, don't talk about it. May 15th.

I'm sure you'll win. End up in the papers.

"The Little Light of the City"

I'm still thinking about that TV show.

I was going to call it
"Am I Very Happy That I am a Swede?"

What do you say?

Sound is odd.

What?

How it affects you, I mean.

I have a tape recording
of my father's voice.

He died more than three years ago.

I still can't make myself listen to it.

No...

The other night I dreamed of Father
calling my name

from another floor of the house.

I had dreamed his voice.

It meant more to me
than if I had dreamed his face.

Damn...

If only you could make sounds
that affected people that strongly.

-Magnus?
-Yes?

Have you ever recorded my voice? I mean...

...without my awareness?

No.

Good.

Don't ever do that.

A path leads to heaven where I live

Between white skies and green fields

By the road a little horse
stands and kicks

Eats grass, and grows up to be big

As the day dawns
and awakens flowers and bees

And the light plants trees and rose bushes

And there goes my little horse
with wet flanks

Humming a good-morning melody

When noon comes around

And the sun burns the oats to heavy gold

There goes my little horse,
eating the elderflower

Kisses it...and thinks that it is God

In the evening,
it gets fetched by a farm hand

Who pats its muzzle as he speaks

Then they walk together
between low hills

Where the river hums
just like a golden string

But the night
comes riding from the west

With dew on its hide
And silver-blue reins

Then my little horse walks there dreaming

That's why I love the little horse

Thank you, all.

Thanks, boys and girls.
Since this is a French evening

we wanted to play something very French,
before going back to the jazz.

Here's a tango!

-Do you want to see?
-Yes.

-Should we dance?
-Naw.

From the top.

I played piano as a child.

And they have to make every damned street
into a one-way street.

You didn't mind me coming?

No, why would I? It was just fun.

You told me I could show up
when I felt like it.

Tonight, I felt like it.

No...thank you.

I actually have a few experiments
I need to prepare for tomorrow.

You do?

Well, thank you for driving me home.

And thank you very much for the music.

Hello.

Don't look so terrified.

I'm not going to eat you.

Not today, anyway.

-Should I leave?
-No. I mean, you're here now.

-You seem hale and hearty.
-Yes.

Do you want anything? Coffee?

No. Thank you.

I'm leaving soon, I just wanted to...

...get that receipt
for the vacuum cleaner.

And pick up some things that are mine.

Then I'll be out of your hair.

-Don't do that.
-What?

Walk a lap around me.
It's not good, it brings bad luck.

Yes.

Well...

You don't care about
much of anything, do you?

"Plafondläufer"...

"An die Spiegelbahn
durch den Luftdruck angepresst".

Stuck to the mirror by air pressure.

Is this what you dream of?

That must be heaven for an artist.

To defy gravity while constantly
gazing at yourself in a mirror.

Do you have a cigarette?

-Well?
-No.

So, here you sit...

You sit in your childhood room, building.

Hoping for mother
to come to the door and applaud.

Don't look at my things.

You don't understand any of it, anyway.
You diminish everything.

"Don't look at my things"...

How could I understand
when you've never explained?

What are you saving yourself for, Magnus?

Eternity?

What things did you say were yours?

Long, boiled sausage with mashed potatoes.

Thick, grilled sausage in bread.

Mustard, ketchup, relish...

-May I sit here?
-Certainly.

As you can see, I don't get hydrogen

but nitrogen pentoxide...

Which is poisonous.

Hello. I come with greetings from Rosita.

And to deliver this.

Right, you can put it there.

And then you can leave.

-I'll take some coffee, please.
-Right.

-Or a glass of red wine.
-Sure.

-Or...I'll just have some coffee instead.
-As you wish.

And now, time to perk you up
with some coffee.

Thank you.

There we go. Coffee for you.

-Have you been to Russia?
-Russia? No.

I bought them in Stockholm.

There...

I have a...problem.

I don't really know what to do about it.

You see, I have
been awarded a travel grant.

I should probably use it now,
because later there might be...

...obstacles.

But...

At the same time, I have a need to...

...a need to...

...put roots down here. Maybe.

I understand.

What would you do in my situation?

Well...

Have you spoken to a doctor?

A doctor?

Why?

Yes, I mean to travel in...
your condition...

No...

-Do you think I'm pregnant?
-No.

-No?
-No.

-No?
-Yes, I do.

-But aren't you?
-No.

Are you disappointed?

No.

I'm sure you would have made
a good father.

You're so tender, and warm.

Well, maybe I should
start making my way home.

-Don't do that.
-I have things to do for tomorrow.

New experiments, I gather?

What are you so afraid of? What is it?

Why won't you give us the chance
to get to know each other better?

Are you afraid that I will eat you?

If you feel that I have stepped into your
world without consent, just say so!

Don't just slink away!

So that I misunderstand
and just think you are shy.

I am so stupid.

MY HEART, IT BEATS
WHEN I LOOK AT YOU

You know what's insufferable about you?

No.

That you are too nice.

That's not a good thing to be.

Go around pretending to be nice, and...

...hiding what you think and feel.

Nice people are lethal.

Listen to what wise Aunt Lena
has to tell you.

Go out into the world,
and search for your fairytale princess.

Your unachievable beauty.

But be careful on the way. The princess
might not be as honest as your old wife.

If you don't find your pot of gold,
don't be sad.

Because in that case, you might just
be worth having a relationship with.

Direct emotional communication.

Direct...emotioncommunication.

How long are you staying?

Six...month...

Months.

Months.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, I will wait for you.

What? What a rude thing to say to me.

You know very well...
You know very well that I'm waiting.

Itsy bitsy spider
climbed up the waterspout

Down came the rain
and washed the spider out

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

Itsy bitsy spider
climbed up the spout again

Who is it?

Hello. Please go to my room.
I'll be right there.

No, I think you need to handle that
yourself. I don't think I can.

Good to see you. It's been a while.

-Why don't you ever come visit?
-Well, I...

Everything is really rough.

I need to talk to someone.

One thing after another
just comes to an end for me.

It's as if there was
a specially assigned devil chasing me.

Like a constant shadow on my neck.

And the music is about to end as well.

Your music ending?

I'm just so tired of myself.

Can't you come listen soon?

Sure, sure. It's just that...

-Is there something specific?
-Let's not talk about that now!

-Yes?
-Do you have time to take a look?

-Sure.
-Hello. This is right, isn't it?

-Yes, now it looks a bit...
-This was what you meant, right?

A bit straighter, yes.
And you're done now?

Yes. I'll go down to Anna's now. She's
sad about not going away this summer.

-Bye.
-Bye. Hey, has mom made coffee?

No, she left.

-Is that your father?
-No, my maternal grandfather.

He lived to be 90.

I took that photo
a few weeks before he died.

The last eight years of his life,
he spent on the porch.

Just watching the cars go by.

-How are your Swedish Pictures going?
-Not at all!

I just have no motivation.

Tally-ho.

See?

Sometimes, when you're out
driving at night

one of those
gets smashed on the windshield.

They're lighter than butterflies.

Yet you hear a clear thud when they die.

It's odd that it's louder
than the engine noise.

I've always found that comforting somehow.

Hi there, Hinder! Let me congratulate you.

-I was really happy to hear about it.
-Thank you.

You won't be leaving us
for your new career, I hope.

While I was collecting
all my old junk here

I was reminded of a colleague

who, many years ago,
disappeared without a trace.

It was, I assume, a suicide.

And now I am retiring.
Not quite as drastically, but...

After all, I have spent a large portion
of my life in this workplace.

But life isn't over just because of that.

It's old, just like me.

Will you walk with me?

GRAMMAR SCHOOL

-He's not dead, but not doing well.
-Isn't there one with an honest job?

There are a few real failures there.

-Boys! More to drink?
-I'm fine.

He'd finally found his place and was
working his way up, and then...

He got bad lung cancer, and it took
a long time for the poor shit to die.

There were snowballs over the captain,
and they were just dripping!

He might go so far as a B or C.

So Nilsson stood up, figured
he had nothing to lose and said:

"Don't stretch too much, you bastard!"

Boys!

Am I sawing the branch I'm sitting on?

Even if you did, if you consider
how thick the branch is

and not least how sharp the saw is,
you're not in any danger.

What the hell are you doing?

Are you pouring alcohol on the fish?

-What?
-Don't you know what you're doing?

Well?

Well...neither one of us
knows what we're doing, right?

Stop it. I recognize this.
You haven't changed.

You're a damned slacker, sycophant,
and lurker.

You're the same as you were. I know you.
Pouring alcohol on the fish.

Come, fish. I will save you
from this damned fish killer.

Back to the mother's milk.

Are you leaving?

WARD 141

Is it crap?

No...

Hey, Magnus, who am I to you?
How do you see me?

Damn, Johnny. You were the best of us.

I mean...

Sure.

Paper dragon

The amazement of children

The willpower of adults

That the thread cannot be torn

That keeps dreams captive

How about that?

What about me, Johnny?

How do you see me?

Well, I'm sure you know.

Everyone loves you.

Good morning.
We'll start with part for the first violin

in the fugue molto esspresivo et legato.

But first, I will start the tape recorder,
which begins one bar earlier.

Magnus, could you come here?

I have a problem with the part
for the second violin.

We start the part here,
and when they get to here

I would like to do a diminuendo
to emphasize the second violins.

-Can I do a diminuendo there?
-Yes...

You can do whatever you like.

Let's do the fugue from the start again

with a diminuendo
on the whole note for first violins.

The diminuendo applies only
to the first violins, no one else.