01x06 - I've Read Every Book Ever Written, and a Few More

[bunniefuu]

"I'VE READ EVERY BOOK EVER WRITTEN,
AND A FEW MORE."

CLARK OLOFSSON

BASED ON TRUTHS AND LIES

["Oh Susie" playing]

[engine revving]

♪ Oh, Susie... ♪

KUMLA PRISON
2ND JUNE 1980

♪ Oh, Susie, say what's on your mind ♪

♪ We've got nowhere to run ♪

[guard, on intercom] Name?

My name is Sussi Korsner.
I have an appointment with Clark Olofsson.

♪ We were much too young ♪

[guard] Welcome.

Raise your arms.
Carrying any sharp objects?

♪ Love is warm... ♪

Hi.

[guard] Identification?

[Clark] Every damn author in Sweden
was lining up,

hoping to get a chance
to write my biography.

There was a shitload of great material
to work with...

[guard] Thank you.

[Clark] ...and everyone knew
it would be a bestseller.

I chose this babe.

Her name was Sussi
and she was hot as hell.

Am I right?

[buzzer]

The world wanted to know more about me,
so it was high time to get the book out.

♪ Bringing back last night... ♪

THE HUNT FOR CLARK

♪ Oh, Susie, say what's on your mind ♪

["Oh Susie" blaring over headphones]

[music stops]

[Clark] Hi, Torsten. What's up?

Where have you hidden
that little cutie-pie?

The author.

- You haven't locked her up, right?
- [buzzer]

- [Clark laughs]
- [Sussi clears throat]

- Well, well. [chuckles] There she is.
- [chuckles]

- All alone.
- Hi.

- Did you get in okay?
- Yep.

That's what she said. [laughs]

[nervous chuckle]
Nice to finally meet you.

- Sussi.
- Yeah. Yeah, Clark.

[kiss] Oh, you smell good, too.

- [chuckles] Have a seat.
- Yes.

[Clark grunts] Well,

how do you plan to do this, then?

Well...

Are you gonna ask me questions,
or should I just talk? I'm good at that.

- [chuckles] I gave this a lot of thought.
- Oh?

I've written down a bit,
if you want to read it?

- I'd love to.
- Yeah.

I thought that maybe
we could write the book together.

That would be fun.

No, uh, I think maybe
I'll start writing on my own,

and then we'll see.

Yeah, sure. You're the author.
You're in charge.

I respect that.

As you wish.

[Clark inhales deeply]

Damn, do you get a body like that
from writing?

[Clark chuckles]

- [Sussi feigns laughter]
- [snorts]

Uh... Let's just get started.

Well, I'm here at Kumla prison

to, um, meet Clark Olofsson
for the first time.

The one and only.

It's the start of a new decade.

You only have a few months left
of your sentence.

[Clark] Mm.

- You found love and got married.
- Yep.

Your wife Marijke is pregnant
with your first child?

Yeah, a wonderful woman.

Yes. And you're on the front page
of every newspaper at this point.

And that really makes you wonder,

"How does it feel
to be Clark Olofsson right now?"

[Clark scoffs] How it feels?

[synthpop music playing]

You're asking me
what it feels like to be me?

- [cackles]
- [earth rumbling]

What do you f*cking think?

[snaps fingers]

["Just nu!" playing]

[flames whooshing]

[cackles]

[cheerleaders] Clark!

- [cheering]
- [camera shutters clicking]

[cheerleaders] Clark! C-L-A-R-K!

Clark!

[women moaning]

[bell tolling]

[cheering]

[women moaning] Oh, Clark!

[women moaning]

It feels really freakin' great
to be Clark Olofsson right now.

[Clark] Oh, sh*t.

Here we are.

Welcome to my humble abode.

- Ah.
- [chuckles]

C316, where I live.

Here I have books. I read a lot.
Here I sit and write.

- [Sussi] Hmm.
- [Susanne Lanefelt] And two.

And some workouts.
[chuckles] I'm trying to keep in shape.

Oh. That's good.

Come, have a seat.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Fine...

Uh, so, can you tell me what happened
at the restaurant after the robbery?

- What do you mean?
- When you got arrested.

You chose a restaurant
next to a police station.

It almost feels like
you wanted to be arrested.

Oh, no. [chuckles]

Uh, this place isn't that bad actually.

I mean, I've been in prison
so much of my life

that it's a place
where I can get peace and quiet.

Time to think.

Time to think about what?

E-everything.

So what did you find out?

That I'm done with this life now. Mm?

That I want to start a new life
with Marijke.

[Sussi] Mm?

Squeaky-clean, law-abiding.

- Yeah? That's exciting.
- Yeah.

Because you already have two kids, right?
Two daughters?

[sniffles] Yep.

[Clark] Oh, yeah.

I've produced two.

One with, uh, Ingela.
You know, that hot chick from the sauna.

[Ingela and Madou scream]

And one with lovely Madou. Remember her?

I ran into her a few years later,
and one thing led to another.

[Sussi] Mm?

Well, do you ever see your daughters?

Ah, that's, uh... Hell, it's...

We have a great relationship.
They love me.

[workout grunting on TV]

Here's the deal.
I... I don't think like that.

That's in the past,
and I never, ever dwell on the past.

No, that's not a fun topic.
Let's skip that one.

Yes, but it's important to me
and for the book.

I want to know everything about you.

- [scoffs]
- For instance...

I mean,
you seem to like it here in prison.

So, how come you... you escape all the time?

What kind of g*dd*mn question is that?

Uh, you know what?
Let's just forget about all that.

You should be writing that I'm gonna start
a new life with Marijke, start a family,

and I'm gonna be out of here
in a few months and be with her.

Focus on that. It's gonna be great.

[gate rumbling]

[birds chirping]

Don't do anything stupid now, Clark.

- What do you mean?
- [gate slams]

It's your last day release.

- Yeah, I know that.
- Only a few weeks left on your sentence.

[Clark] Mm...

There is no chance in hell
that I'm gonna mess this up.

- [horn blaring]
- Kurre!

[laughter and yelling]

[rock music blaring]

Sure you will.

[Kurre] It's so great to see you!

Suck c*ck, you damn cop! Ah!

[whooping]

[traditional folk music playing]

SKANSEN - MIDSUMMER'S EVE

[children giggling]

- [horn honks]
- [woman] Move it, you old b*stard!

- [rock music blaring]
- [passengers yelling]

[Kurre] Slarken!

[laughter]

[folk music continues]

[rock music blaring]

- [Clark] Whoa!
- [Kurre] I'm driving here!

What are you staring at?!

[laughter]

[Clark yells]

- [tires screech]
- [horn blares]

♪ Bottoms up! ♪

♪ Sing hopp faderallan lallan hey ♪

♪ The one who doesn't drink it all ♪

♪ He has to lose his head or more ♪

♪ Bottoms up! ♪

♪ Sing hopp faderallan lallan hey ♪

- Slarken, are you okay?
- [woman] Hold on!

[farting]

- [Kurre] I almost fell.
- [man] Turn off the damn car!

[Clark yells]

[rock music continues blaring]

- [Clark] Happy Midsummer!
- Are you having fun or what?!

I'll take that. Happy Midsummer!

- [girl screams]
- Take it easy!

- [Kurre farts]
- We want to have fun!

[Kurre] We will!

What the hell's going on, huh?
Has someone died?

- I want a real old-fashioned...
- Gammel Dansk!

...Swedish midsummer,

so put in some damn effort!

♪ Oh, little frogs... ♪

- [girl screaming]
- Play for Slarken! Play for Slarken!

There you go. Hello.

Dance, I said! Happy Midsummer!

- [musicians resume playing]
- [Clark slurring]

- [man] Put her down.
- Isn't she celebrating midsummer as well?

Put her down right now.

What's in your hair?
He's got flowers in his hair!

Go to the Bahamas! [grunts]

- My good sir...
- [man] Go away!

[man chuckles] Take it easy, man.

[Kurre] I need a beer!

[onlookers gasp]

[Clark] Come on! Dance! Dance!

[laughs] g*dd*mn it.

[man] We want some beers!

[mimicking electric guitar]

Have a sausage.

- No!
- Come on.

This is the sh*t.
O.P. Anderson never fails.

Shall I pour one for you?

No, no, no.
You don't need to do that. I'll manage.

Excuse me?

- Yeah? Hey there.
- Hey.

Happy Midsummer.

Hey, Happy Midsummer.

Look, I don't think this is
the right place for you and your friends.

No, you're absolutely right.

This place is really uptight.
But don't you worry, old fart.

We'll get this party started.

We think that it would be better
if you just packed up and left.

We most definitely don't want any trouble
during midsummer.

No, I get that. What's your problem?

- I'm just trying to...
- Don't you have a sense of humor?

We're a happy bunch
who came here to have some fun.

- Yeah, yeah!
- [woman] f*ck, yeah!

We maybe don't find it that amusing

that a g*ng of tragic,
alcoholic hooligans come here

and scare the families half to death,

so it would be best
if you just left, Clark.

Oh, so you're not complete morons
out here in the countryside?

- No.
- [girl] Hi, Grandpa.

I was starting to wonder
if you knew who you were talking to.

What's with the attitude?

I know who you are,

that you're used to doing what you want,
but this is enough.

This midsummer's celebration
has had enough.

So I want you to take your dirty,
disgusting damn g*ng

and leave this place.

- [grunts]
- [onlookers gasp]

You don't talk to me like that!
Nobody tells me what I can and cannot do!

[mother] Wait, come here.

What the hell are you looking at?!
He started it.

[girl] Mommy!

Have a strawberry
and enjoy Midsummer's Eve. They're tasty.

- [onlookers gasp]
- [fighting grunts]

Let go of me! Let go of me!

- Slarken?
- Take it easy!

Damn violin b*stards!

- [man] Kurre!
- [Clark] Let go of me, damn it! [groans]

Let go! I told you to let go!

[woman screams]

Do you know who I am?!

You b*stard! I'll break your g*dd*mn nose!

[woman] Oh, my God!

- [man] Oh, sh*t. He's got a knife.
- [woman] He's got a knife!

[man] Run to the phone booth
and call the police!

[girl] Grandpa!

[screaming]

- [yelling] Help me!
- [man] Somebody's got to do something!

- [woman] Enough, Clark!
- Slarken...

How dare you hit me in the face
with a bottle?!

- [woman] Kurre!
- [Kurre] Slarken, that's enough! Enough!

Slarken! Slarken!

Slarken! Slarken! Slarken!

We have to leave.
Slarken, come on. We have to leave.

Slarken, come on!
Come on! We have to leave!

[man] Come on, someone help him!

[woman] Stop, you b*stards!

[man] Somebody! Somebody!

Don't just stand there!

- [woman] Can you hear me?
- [man] Do something!

[groaning]

Thus, I find Clark Oderth Olofsson

guilty of aggravated as*ault,

and sentence him to two years in prison.

What the hell?!
Come on, cut me some slack!

- He was the one who started it!
- Oh, right! So, I started it?

Yes, you freakin' started it.
Besides, it was sort of an accident.

He fell on the knife.

And my wife, she's due any day.

Now I'm gonna miss
the birth of my child, again.

Maybe you should have thought about that
before he fell on the knife...

17 times!

Oh, come on. He's still alive!

Yeah, well, it was
a really f*cking close call, dammit!

[Clark] Be damn grateful.

Don't you think
I could have k*lled him if I wanted?

I think, perhaps,
that you should stop talking, Clark.

Clark, I think something's wrong.

I know. He's an idiot. I'm innocent.

[gavel bangs]

Take him away, immediately.

Honey, did you pee yourself?

- Honey, I think my water broke.
- Okay, Clark, let's go.

- Damn it. Let me go.
- Stop fussing.

Honey!

I... Honey!

Put him away!

Honey! See you soon!

Let me go!

Hey! Let go!

[midwife] Easy, now.

Don't hold it in, Marijke.

- Screaming might help.
- [exhales]

There, there. You will be just fine.

[Marijke groans]

[baby crying]

[baby screaming]

I'm just trying to understand,

because you were gonna start
your new life,

and then you as*ault a man,
almost to death.

Yeah, well, maybe that wasn't so clever.

But that b*stard farmer started it,

so I missed another birth again.

But Marijke was fine with that.

It was worse for me,
who couldn't be there.

[Sussi] Hmm.

[sighs] Well, come on.
Childbirth is overrated.

I mean, who remembers it anyway?

Huh?

It's not until they start to talk and walk
that you got to be there.

And that's gonna be just in time
for my release.

I mean, I'm still here, right?

I'm not like my dad, who just left.

Could we talk a bit
about your... your father?

I get the feeling
you're afraid of becoming like him.

- [Sten coughing]
- [Clark mimicking cars racing]

[Sten laughs]

Huh?

[chuckles] Here you go.

[Ingbritt] A gift?

- It's his g*dd*mn birthday.
- How nice!

- Of course I got him something. Huh?
- How nice, Clark!

- Hi, Mommy.
- Hi.

[Sten laughs] Huh?

- A p*stol?
- [Sten laughs]

But, Sten, for crying out loud...

- [Sten] What?
- Is it real?

A real what?

A real p*stol!

[Sten] It's a birthday present,
g*dd*mn it.

Get me a beer instead.

f*ck! You just have to ruin the mood.

Always a paint in my a*s,
that g*dd*mn b*tch.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang!

Clark. Clark, listen to me.
Come. Come here. Listen to me.

Just between us guys. Here's the deal.

b*tches, some things they just don't get.

You catch my drift, huh?

[laughs] It's nice, right?

I, for one, think it's a horrible idea.

- What do you mean, "horrible"?
- To let a six-year-old play with a g...

[Sten] You damn idiot!

- [g*n clicking]
- It's obviously not f*cking loaded!

What the hell do you think,
you stupid g*dd*mn...

- [Ingbritt screaming]
- [Clark gasps]

- Oh!
- [baby crying]

[Sten laughs]

What the hell?! What a f*cking blast, huh?

[neighbor yelling]
What are you doing now?!

[Ingbritt panting]

Oh, sh*t. Are you okay?

- You shot me!
- But it was just in the leg.

What's wrong with you?
It's just a scratch, for Christ's sake!

- I'm bleeding!
- Yes, you're bleeding.

Damn it!

I'm so f*cking tired of this sh*t!

Nobody here appreciates me!

Whatever I do is wrong! Damn it!

Give me that beer!

I'm so f*cking sick of you!

g*dd*mn it, you f*cking idiots!

Go to hell, both of you!

[Ingbritt panting]

I've just... hurt myself a bit.

Just bleeding a little. [gasps]

Forget about him.

He was a freakin' idiot.
All you need to know.

Hey, now I have a little question for you.

[Clark inhales deeply]

It gets so freakin' lonely in here.

So I was thinking, before you leave,
would you mind giving me your panties?

[Sussi clears throat, smacks lips]

[cup thuds]

- I think we're done for today.
- [button clicks]

- What? We've got 20 minutes left.
- Yeah.

But we'll continue this next time,

because, yeah...

- [door opens]
- It was worth a try! [laughs]

- [door slams]
- All right.

[Clark] Can't take a f*cking joke.

I had three years to k*ll,

so while lame-a*s Sussi wrote the book,
I applied to the school of journalism.

I'd written for The Concrete Journal,
and that was a success.

- Welcome, Clark.
- Thank you.

And they gave me day releases
so I could take the admissions tests.

There. You have one hour, starting now.

You have a lot of time to read
when you're behind bars,

and I've probably read
every book there is, plus a few more.

And that makes you smart as f*ck.

Not a single person thought
that I would pass.

- Done.
- But how hard can it be?

- What the...? He got full marks.
- Yep.

And he did it in record time as well.

He can't be a complete idiot, then.

No, but I see the political aspects
in this complicated matter,

so I would strongly advise you,
in every way,

against letting Clark Olofsson
setting his foot in this school.

Mm. Thanks.
But that's not what this is about, right?

- Are we...? Are we sure about this?
- No.

Do you think I want that b*stard here?

We're not sure,
but we don't have a freakin' choice.

[stamp thuds]

APPROVED

[Clark] Ha! You bet your a*s
I got accepted.

And I graduated in record time,
with top grades.

- [principal] Clark Olofsson.
- [Clark chuckles]

Piece of freakin' cake.

Congratulations. It's been an honor
to have you here at our school.

- Yes, it has.
- Well, good luck.

- I've had a great time.
- [grunts]

[Clark laughs]

- [muted applause]
- [camera clicks]

CLARK GRADUATES JOURNALISM SCHOOL

- Here he comes!
- [Clark] Hi there.

- There you all are.
- [woman] Hi.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- I guess a congratulations is in order.
- Hi. [chuckles]

How about that, Clark?
Now you're a journalist.

Well, thank you.

What did your friends say
about you holding a press conference?

They said, uh...
"Fight for prisoners' rights."

But they don't see you
as some kind of hotshot?

You're not suffering
because of the fame and attention?

Nah. Hell, they know me.

How does it feel?

- Yeah, well... I'm happy, I guess.
- Mm.

I'll be even happier in two years
and four months, when I'm free.

[laughter]

Society has provided for you.

Will you hand back the money
from the big heist in Gothenburg?

- No, I can't.
- Why not?

I don't know where it is.

How much money is it?

Well, 700,000 or something.

- You're saying you don't know where it is?
- I have no idea where it is.

[man] Mm-hmm.

What kind of journalism will you focus on?

- What topics will you cover?
- Uh, I get it.

You think I'll write about things
I'm an expert on,

such as, uh, crime journalism,
bank robberies and good-looking ladies.

[inhales sharply]
But, uh, I don't want to decide right now.

- I want to learn it all.
- Oh?

How does it feel
to meet your future colleagues like this?

Well, I've seen them before.

Is this the look of a journalist nowadays?

I'll be a much better-looking journalist
than you guys, that's for sure.

I wasn't a damn bit interested
in becoming a journalist

or writing about a bunch of boring people.

Why would I waste my time on that
when I could focus on myself?

But the best thing was the day releases
for so-called "work experience."

So I got my fair share of "experience."

[DJ on PA] A night at the club.
You're in for a good time, my friends.

The night has started, the night is young.

Moving and grooving,
and hopping and bopping,

and rocking and rolling,
and having a good time!

There's my buddy. Kurre!

[Kurre yells and laughs]

[DJ] I thought everyone was here,
but what do I see?

- Clark is in the house, the famous rascal!
- [crowd cheering]

Dance party!

Slarken... Nose candy.

Much obliged.

- [snorts] Oh!
- Now, let's get wasted!

[DJ] That's the way to do it!
It's party night!

Let's dance!

Cheers, g*dd*mn it.

[Clark] The '80s. A damn good decade.

[commentator] He wins it again!

He shows incredible strength.

- Tear down this wall.
- [Gorbachev, in Russian] Cheers!

[Swedish pop music playing]

Don't believe everything you read
in the papers.

We had a blast.
That girl, Kicki, I f*cked her.

- Hey, Clark?
- Yeah?

Here it is. It's great stuff.
Straight from platter.

[snorts]

[grunts]

Olofsson!

Ah! Tommy-Pony!

[laughs] Great to see you have time
to party too, my friend.

[Clark laughs]

Hey, this thing
with you becoming a journalist...

[Clark] Oh?

I've told everybody
that will crash and burn.

Well, everything was going super great
until you showed up.

Yeah, it sure looks that way.

[Clark snorting]

Police!

Everybody who doesn't want to get arrested
for drug possession, leave the room.

[man] The cop has to take a dump.

- See you.
- You stay here.

You...

stay here.

Dammit, Clark.
I thought you'd straightened things out.

I have. [sniffs]
Everything's going perfectly.

- Don't interfere!
- Mm-hm? Hey...

I've known you all your life, and I know...

I know that you have some potential
in that dizzy head of yours.

Come on, take this chance

and prove that you aren't the damn idiot
that everyone thinks you are.

Shut up! Don't you call me an idiot!

- Mm-hmm?
- You're the idiot!

Nobody tells me what to do, ever!

[scoffs] So, now, when you shout,
I'm supposed to get a bit scared?

Maybe you should.

Ah. And then
maybe you're gonna hit me as well?

Hey, let's do that. Hit me.
Give me a big fat...

[Clark] Yeah, well, he asked for it.

Suit yourself.

[DJ] Can it get any better?

This might be an unusually magical night,
just like every night.

Woo-hoo!

And now for some Björn Skifs! Party on!

["Michelangelo" playing]

Hold this.

[Clark chuckles, gasps]

What's that in your pocket, Jan?

Oh, my name is not Jan,
and you have your hand on my c*ck.

[Clark laughs]

I know who you are.

And I know who you are.

Tommy!

Lena Nyman!

[Clark laughs]

Hi, Tommy!

[crowd cheering]

[Clark cheer]

- [Kurre cheers]
- [Tommy] f*cking hell!

Away with you!

Away with him!

♪ Michelangelo! ♪

[in Swedish] ♪ Will you let me know? ♪

I love you, Clark!

Kurre! Lena Nyman!

Lena Nyman!

[Clark laughs]

[Clark singing in Swedish]

[in Swedish] ♪ Bring your paint and brush
Make her your masterpiece ♪

[DJ] Björn "the Blue Swede" Skifs!

Maybe he's here. Check the VIP corner!

Clark Olofsson!

[laughter]

[moaning]

[laughter]

[Lena] Come here.

Come here. Ah.

Let's take this off! [grunts]

[Lena giggles]

- You're in for a damn good ride.
- Take me!

- Best you ever had.
- I can't wait any longer.

- [Clark grunts] What the hell is this?
- Just unbutton it. That's it.

[both moaning]

- [Clark moans intensely]
- [giggles]

[both grunt]

[Clark sighs]

[Clark snoring]

[Lena clears throat]

[Clark grunts]

[snoring continues]

[sighs] That wasn't much of a ride.

[birds chirping]

- [ice cream van ditty playing]
- [fly buzzing]

Good morning.

[grunts] Good morning yourself.

[Clark chuckles]

The fastest lover in the world.

I told you I was the best.

[both chuckle]

Just wait until I tell my friends

I've slept with
the one and only Svartenbrandt.

What? Like hell you did!

[scoffs] Come on, you silly sausage.

[sighs] Of course I know
that you are the other one.

Clark.

Yeah.

The best one, of course.

- [grunts] You bet your sweet a*s I am!
- [giggles]

Mm. Is there any grub in this place?

Mm-hm. I'll get you something.

[Clark chuckles]

[inhales deeply]

[yawns]

- [cutlery scraping in kitchen]
- [sighs]

Hey, what time is it?

- Just past 11.
- Oh, sh*t.

[dial tone]

[dialing]

[line beeping]

- [man] Hello? Day Release division.
- Sjölander? Yeah, it's Clark.

- g*dd*mn it, Clark!
- You've been trying to get ahold of me.

- That's why I'm calling.
- From eight o'clock!

- Time flies when you're having fun.
- Okay, forget that now.

Something's happened.

What? Okay, what is it
that's so damn important?

[sighs] There's no easy way to say this,

but it's regarding your mother.

We've been in contact
with the hospital, and, uh...

[Lena] How would you like your eggs?
Hard or soft-boiled?

[machine beeping steadily]

[Clark] That damn cancer had spread
all throughout Mom's body.

She didn't have much time left.

She just lay there... waiting.

[weakly] Clark...

Yeah. I love you, Mom. [chuckles softly]

My Clark...

Nice to have you... here.

I'm here.

I'm... I'm so proud of you.

[Clark chuckles]

Yeah, I know.

- It'll be all right.
- Yeah.

It's gonna be all right.

You don't have to say anything.

I did...

I did the best I could.

I know.

I-I love you.

[inhales deeply] You are so sweet.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay. [sighs]

[Ingbritt exhales sharply]

[exhales slowly]

[machine beeping]

[sustained beep]

She couldn't go on any longer,

and suddenly... she was just gone.

[sustained beep continues]

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[sighs]

Goodbye, Mommy, dearest.

[sniffles]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[chuckles softly]

[chuckles softly]

[departing footsteps]

And those damn idiots...

they didn't even let me attend
her funeral.

Can you believe it?

Well, just because I sometimes failed
to return on time after a day release.

Ah, g*dd*mn it. Life goes on.

[sighs]

THREE YEARS LATER

♪ There is a light inside your window ♪

♪ Beside a bleeding heart ♪

♪ I never knew my hopes would crumble ♪

♪ Why did I let you stay? ♪

[guard] Well, Olofsson...

♪ You said forgive me... ♪

[Clark] And after a couple of years,
it was finally time for my release.

[spits]

- [bell ringing]
- [gate rumbling]

As you know,
I usually escape from the big house.

I've escaped 17 times.
It must be some kind of world record.

Take care, Clark. I wish you all the best.

- Go sh*t yourself.
- I hope we don't see each other again.

But this time, I served my whole sentence.

I wanted to get away from society
and start over. A law-abiding life.

For real this time.

It's like I always...

- Oh! What the hell?!
- [tires screech]

Watch my pot plant! What the hell?!

[tires squeal]

[Clark panting shakily]

H-hey, guys, what the hell?

T-take this off. I can't breathe.

Do you know who I am?!

What have I done to you?

Uh, whatever it is, I-I'm innocent.
I promise you that.

Come on, seriously.

Come on! What have I done to you?

W-what the hell?

I'm going through
a very tough time right now.

Huh? W-what do you want to know? Huh?

Ask away. Yeah. I-I'll tell you anything!

Everyone I know are idiots anyway!

[in unison] Surprise!

[cheering and laughter]

Oh, you fell for it!
I knew it was you all along!

Yeah, when we are trying to fool you,
you end up fooling us.

Ah, Marijke, dammit.

- Hey.
- Hi, honey.

- Hi.
- And little Jon. Good to see you.

Oh, you're great, everyone. Fun.
Sussi-Pussi's here, and Pitala.

So, let's party! Huh? Huh?

- [laughs]
- [Clark] Yes, that's a great plan.

[Clark] Mm.

Let the party begin.

[children laugh]

[Sussi] How exciting.

[indistinct chattering]

[Sussi laughs] That's nice.

[Sussi sighs]

- On the train?
- Yeah.

And then some people came in.

- It was the first time.
- [Sussi] Yeah?

I got, uh...

- It cleared up quickly.
- What are you talking about?

Well, nothing special.
We're just chatting.

Oh?

Yeah, Marijke told us about
how you two met.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, the book would be so much better
with the insights of your loved ones.

Mm. Yeah, yeah. Is that even possible?

That the book will be better, I mean.
It is about me, after all.

[Clark laughs]

Yeah...

Ah, just kidding. I have nothing to hide.

- [Kurre] How beautiful.
- It is. Hey, could we talk for a sec?

- Sure.
- Mm. Good. Come on. Let's go inside.

Uh, why the hell are you standing there,
talking to random strangers, huh?

You don't know
if what they tell you is true.

- Yeah.
- Nobody knows me better than I do.

I remember everything.
My memory's perfect.

You don't need anyone else.

- Mm?
- Hmm.

Hell, I mean,
is the book about Clark Olofsson...

or is it about everyone else?

No, I'm writing the book about you, Clark,
but I think it could...

That's the ticket.

[Sussi] Hmm.

Bye, now.

- [Kurre laughs] There he is!
- Marijke, it's time to leave.

[man] That's good.

[Clark] Come here.

[indistinct chattering]

I want to say a few words.

Listen up!

This is a historic event.

The Clark Olofsson has left the building.

CONGRATS ON YOUR RELEASE

I'm tired of this crappy country.

From now on,
Clark Olofsson lives in Belgium

with his beautiful wife, Marijke,
and his little cute son.

And there will be no more bank robberies.

Yeah, from now on,

there's gonna be barbecues
and drinks on the porch.

And I'm already chubby.

[laughter]

[Kurre] Cut it out, Clarken.

And I want to tell you,
from the bottom of my heart...

- Go sh*t yourself!
- [laughter]

Cheers!

- [grunts] Off to Belgium.
- [glass shatters]

[bottle shatters]
[man] What?

- [Clark scoffs and chuckles]
- [man] Good luck, Clark!

- [man 2] Good luck!
- Applause for Slarken!

[whooping]

- [grunts] Thank you, Kurre.
- [Kurre weeping] I'll be fine.

- I... I'm fine.
- Yeah.

[car doors shut]

- Okay, honey, safety belt on.
- Oh! Mm.

- We're law-abiding from now on.
- Okay.

[engine starts]

[cheering]

Huh? Sussi-Pussi,
you didn't expect this, huh?

But, you see,

I can live by the law.

But you've had a bit too much to drink...

[Clark] Bye, now.

[tires squeal]

[woman] Goodbye!

[horn honks]

Ah, he's coming back!
He's coming back around!

- [cheering]
- [laughter]

[Kurre] I love you, Clark!

[weatherman on radio]
We can expect low pressure moving in...

[radio playing indistinctly]

[Clark] You comfortable back there, son?

Mom's asleep. It's just the two of us.

- Two owls in the night.
- [turn signal ticking]

There we go. Sit tight, son.
Dad's just gonna take care of something.

- [engine stops]
- [muttering] Well, let's see here...

Why are we stopping?

Well, I'm just gonna fill up a bit.

- Don't worry. I'll just be a second.
- Please, Clark...

You know what I said.

You do what you want, but you don't bring
any of it home to me and Jon.

- It's important to me.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I know.

I love you. And him.

Jon.

- I'll be right back.
- [door opens]

But please, Clark...

[sighs]

[laughs]

- [grunts]
- [shovel clatters]

[Clark] 700,000 crowns.

The money from the record heist
in Gothenburg.

That would last us a while at least.

[sighs] There. Let's go.

[engine starts]

18 MONTHS LATER

BLANKENBERGE, BELGIUM 1984

[door shuts]

[engine revving]

- [Clark] Jon, check this out.
- [balloon squeaking]

[inhales]

[high-pitched voice] Hidely-h* there, Jon!
Here comes the balloon monster!

Roar!

- [knocking]
- [high-pitched laugh]

- Hi. Yeah.
- Sussi.

- Come on in.
- Thank you very much.

[high-pitched cackling]

- No, I was just kidding.
- [Sussi] Hi, Clark.

[normal voice] Hi there, Sussi-Pussi!
Welcome to Casa del Olofsson.

- Thanks a lot.
- Have a seat.

Thank you very much. How nice.

- Hi, Jon.
- We're celebrating. It's Jon's birthday.

Yes, so I heard.
What a lovely cake you've got.

I know. I made it myself. [chuckles]

And how old are you?

Well, good luck getting more than that.
He doesn't speak, that one.

Uh, he's not Ret*rded or anything,

but apparently that can happen
when you move and stuff,

but I guess it'll happen.

Happy Birthday, Jon.

- How's the book coming along?
- Thanks for asking.

Well, it, mm... it's slowly getting there.

- It'll be a very heavy book.
- [sighs] Yeah.

You've lived a very productive life.

[laughs] Exactly.

Here's what I'm thinking.

[voice warps] I know that you had
a really tough upbringing...

[Sussi's voice warping indistinctly]

- [Sten] There you go.
- A p*stol?

...everything! f*cking bi...

[screaming]

[Sussi, muffled] There are a few things
that I'd like to dig deeper into. Clark?

Huh?

Do you want to talk here,
or would you rather go outside?

No, no. Here's just fine.

[Sussi] Mm?

I've got nothing to hide from Marijke.

She can handle quite a bit. [laughs]

Okay.

Well, um, you, um...

You don't like to talk about
your childhood.

But now that you have a family
of your own,

I'm curious about how you see
the family you grew up in.

Your relationship with your mother,
and so on.

[young Clark] Mom!

[Ingbritt] Mommy's here.
Everything will be all right.

- [Clark] No!
- I'll always be there for you.

- Let her go! No!
- [Ingbritt screams]

[young Clark] Mom! No!

You're so good.

[screaming]

Uh, she was... she was good.

Sh-she was great.

[Sussi] Uh... Hmm.

Yeah, and I've also had
quite a lot of contact with Maria,

your girlfriend for many years.

And she told me that between...

I told you not to talk to them.
g*dd*mn it.

[Sussi] Um...

Hey, Clark, wait.

How... W-what happened?

Come on! Seriously, huh?!

Why are you focusing on
all that godforsaken old crap?

Forget all that sh*t!

You have the best story in the world
right in front of you.

Clark Olofsson,
once a criminal mastermind,

now a family man.

It's a book about your entire life.

We can't skip what happened
and pretend it didn't.

[Clark scoffs]

- All the people you hurt, we have to...
- No! g*dd*mn it!

Today's just not a good day.
It feels wrong, right?

We'll do it another time.

You have to leave.
I've got shitloads to do. Bye.

Jon, here comes the balloon monster again!

Roar! Time for cake!

- [giggles]
- Roar! Here's the world's best dad!

♪ We are all the winners ♪

♪ We are all the best... ♪

["We Are All the Winners"
continues in Swedish]

[laughter]

[Clark] This is what Sussi
should write about.

Clark Olofsson, the best dad in the world
on his first try.

Well, technically, it's the third.
But you get my point.

♪ We are all the winners... ♪

[Clark] The cops are coming!

I did it, and I showed them all
that I could live a law-abiding life.

♪ We are all the winners ♪

♪ We are all the best ♪

Well, almost.

[policeman] Clark Olofsson,
we have surrounded the building!

- Come out with your hands up!
- Oh, damn it!

[Clark] It was so damn expensive
being a law-abiding family man,

and the money from the big heist
in Gothenburg ran out fast as hell.

[muttering] f*cking sh*t.

[cheering]

[Clark] So, to be on the safe side,

I started a little business
with my old friend Kurre

as soon as I was released.

As it turned out,
Kurre had great connections in Belgium,

and together with one of the top cats
at Televerket,

we came up with a smart way
to get the goods to Sweden.

[ship horn blares]

The guy from Televerket
would listen in on phone calls

so we could keep track of customs
and the cops.

That's why the papers called us
the Televerket g*ng.

But really, we should have been called
the Olofsson g*ng...

- [Kurre] Brilliant, Slarken!
- Piece of cake.

...if you ask me.

It was a perfect plan.
The money kept rolling in.

Are you okay, Jon?

Marijke never asked
about my business trips.

And I kept my promise.

"Don't bring your job home."
And it was fun to bring my son to work.

- [Jon crying]
- Stop your whining.

Ah, kind of.

I could be the best dad in the world
and still do business.

Mix business with pleasure, so to speak.

It was smooth-f*cking-sailing.
Until now, that is.

- Jon, come on.
- [police radio chatter]

Out of the blue, they show up
and ruin everything, as usual.

I had goods worth over a million
in my bag,

and I wasn't gonna hand it over
to the cops.

So it was time to leave and say,
"Tot ziens!" to Belgium.

Belgium is totally overrated anyway.

[sighs] Right, here's the deal, okay?

Uh... I got to go now.

But stay calm. Mom's gonna find you.
Everything will be fine. Bye, now!

[sirens wailing in distance]

[sighs]

So, uh, some cash...

for, uh, ice cream and food and stuff.

Then everything's cool between us.

Then it's decided. Daddy's got to go.
I have some stuff to take care of.

[inhales deeply] Hmm?

But, um... I'll see you later.

[clattering]

- Damn it.
- [wires sparking]

[engine sputtering]

[sighs]

[engine sputters]

- g*dd*mn it.
- [wires sparking]

[engine sputters]

[sighs]

[muttering] f*cking...

Okay, come here.

Now, you...

You're coming with me. Stay calm.
Everything will be fine.

- [sighs]
- [giggling]

There.

[door shuts]

- It's gonna be fine. You'll see.
- [wires sparking]

Stay calm.

- [engine sputters]
- What the hell?!

[wires sparking]

Don't look at me like that!

I understand that this isn't much fun,

but it's not my fault
that the cops stormed our house.

[wires sparking]

It could have been a hell of a lot worse,
I can tell you.

Should I have left you
out in the street, huh?

- [wires sparking]
- [sighs]

And this is nothing.

If you only knew what my dad did to me.

He did stuff
that I would never, ever do to you.

Because I know how it feels

when some b*stard just leaves
and nobody gives a sh*t.

But I care about you.

- [giggles]
- Do you hear me?

Because I'm a good father.

And I am trying my best.

[wires sparking]

- [engine starts]
- [laughs]

[giggles]

A freakin' piece of cake!

Your old man's still got it.

Domdas...

[laughs] That sounded
exactly as if you said "dumbass."

That would have been
a hilarious first word, if you ask me.

Well, anyway...

Let's drive to Sweden.

[tires squealing]

[humming tune]

[tires screech]

g*dd*mn it!

[sirens wailing]

[policeman, in French]
Step out of the vehicle

with your hands above your head.

Okay. Now, sir.

[in English] Come out with your hands
above your head, Mr. Olofsson.

Yes, you are surrounded. We will sh**t.

[grabs object]

[Clark] Dammit.

[baby crying]

[camera whirring]

You look great, Clark. Huh?

Thank you.

[Sten] Stupid little sh*t!

Okay! You got me!

- Put your hands up.
- I give up!

- He's got a g*n!
- [Clark] You damn morons!

I have a child in the car!

- Drop the weapon!
- My son is in the car!

[in French] Go, go.
[in English] Step out of the car.

My son is in the car! Take it easy, boys!

It's gonna be fine, Jon.
My son is in the car! Easy, boys!

- Step out of the car.
- Easy, boys. I'm coming out. Yes.

- You are surrounded.
- I'm coming out.

There is no way out.
Don't make any sudden movements.

I have a child in the car.
My son is in the car.

Okay?

I give up. You got me.

I'm innocent.

[grunts]

Jon! Jon!

Don't worry, son. Don't worry.

- Everything's gonna be fine. I love you.
- [handcuffs fastening]

I love you! Careful with the child!

It's gonna be fine. See you soon.

It's not my bag. It's not my bag.
I've never seen it before.

I don't know what's in there!
I'm innocent! I'm innocent!

Take care of my child.

It's gonna be fine, son. His name is Jon!

I find Clark Oderth Olofsson guilty
of aggravated drug smuggling.

- The sentence is ten years in prison.
- [gavel bangs]

[muttering] What the f...

Right...

[somber orchestral music playing]

[Clark] g*dd*mn it.

- [g*nsh*t]
- [woman] What?

[reporter]
Prime Minister Olof Palme is dead.

A man in his late thirties shot
the prime minister with two b*ll*ts.

- [two g*nshots]
- It's unbelievable. I can't believe it.

It's absolutely terrible.

KUMLA PRISON

1ST MARCH 1986

[handbrake engages]

[horn toots]

- [buzzer]
- [man] State your name and purpose.

Uh, hi. Sussi Korsner here.

I'm here to see Clark again.

- [bell rings]
- [lock turns]

- Hi, Sussi.
- Hi, Bosse.

[Bosse] So, this thing with Palme...

[Clark] Have you heard this one?
How do you get a nun pregnant?

- [guard] I don't know.
- [Clark] You f*ck her. [laughs]

[buzzer]

There she is. [laughs]

Oh, holy sh*t!

"Love the taste, but it sure made me fat."

[Clark laughs]

- Huh? What's with you today?
- [clears throat]

Don't you know who the father is? [laughs]

It can't be me, because you never put out.

You haven't heard
what's happened, I take it?

- Right?
- What do you mean, "happened"?

- I'm in isolation. How should I know?
- Yeah. Um...

O-Olof Palme was m*rder*d...

last night.

Oh, sh*t.

[chuckles] That's a relief.
I thought it was something I'd done.

Well, I'm lucky to be in isolation.

Otherwise,
they would have suspected me of that.

- [laughs]
- Yeah, we have to talk, you and me.

Ah, come on. I liked Palme.

He treated me to cognac.

Have I told you about that?
It was right after Norrmalmstorg.

- I had just solved that whole thing.
- [bag unzipping]

Then I get a call that they want me to go...

Shouldn't you take out that recorder thing
like you always do?

Huh? It's a great story.

I've finished the book.

Ha! Yes! g*dd*mn!

I knew you had it in you.

- Good job, Sussi-Pussi.
- Yeah, but I've decided not to publish it.

- Huh?
- [smacks lips] Um...

I've given this a lot of thought.

Um...

But the world has... it changed,
so it doesn't matter anymore.

You don't matter anymore.

And I don't want to be one of those people

who contribute to the myth
of Clark Olofsson.

[Clark laughs]

That's very... Don't joke like that.
I almost fell for it.

[chuckles] Good one.

No, I-I don't want to.
I'm not gonna publish it.

Of course you're gonna publish the book.
It's great as f*ck. What's wrong with you?

Why so cranky? Have I done something?

Well, the more I spoke to people
who have been... close to you,

or thought that they were close to you,

I realized that you only care about
one thing, and that's...

that's you, yourself.

I-I've told you not to talk to the others!

What do you do that for?
That's just so dumb!

The book is about me, so talk to me!

I wanted to know the truth.

I wanted to know
how people around you have seen you,

and not just your manipulative bullshit.

- [scoffs]
- And I'm really glad I talked to them.

You know what, Clark?
You had it all lined up for you.

You got so much love
without ever giving anything back.

But time and again, you blew it all.

I mean, you've used a naive system
and you've abandoned your friends.

You've let Marijke down
over and over again.

And she's far from the only one.

There are many more like her.

[Clark sighs]

Your daughters, for example. Your kids.

How... How are they?

Do you even know?

They're good.

[Sussi] You f*cking risked your son's life
for some drugs.

You use people, Clark.

For crimes, validation and for sex.

And then, when you are tired of them
and don't need them anymore,

then you throw them in the trash
and move on,

without asking them how they are
or what they feel.

But you know what?

I can tell you how they feel,
because I've talked to all of them.

And they feel like sh*t...

because of you.

So, I guess that I only have one...

well, one last question.

How does it feel?
How does it feel to be Clark Olofsson?

Be honest.

[Sussi sighs]

[Sussi sighs]

- [buzzer]
- [lock turns]

[door opens]

- [door slams]
- [lock turns]

[exhales]

[sighs]

How it feels?

I'll tell you exactly how it feels.

g*dd*mn, I'm just getting started.

Go sh*t yourselves.

BASED ON "VAFAN VAR DET SOM HÄNDE?"
I-III BY CLARK OLOFSSON

♪ There is a light inside your window ♪

♪ Beside a bleeding heart ♪

♪ I never knew my hopes would crumble ♪

♪ Why did I let you stay? ♪

♪ You said forgive me ♪

♪ I don't know what I'm doing ♪

♪ And then you walked away ♪

♪ What's she done? ♪

♪ The writing's on the wall ♪

♪ But then you said my name ♪

♪ Nothing will stay the same ♪

♪ Why don't you fight
And stand up strong? ♪

♪ But in the end we're all alone ♪

♪ We're in a battle for love ♪

♪ That we just cannot win ♪

♪ I can't remember what to remember ♪

♪ I must have forgotten
This last December ♪

♪ Look in my eyes, I speak the truth ♪

♪ I cannot win, I cannot lose ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ What's on my mind, I cannot see ♪

♪ I'm stuck here trying to break free ♪

♪ In the distance I can hear you call ♪

♪ But I can't remember you at all ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪