A Summer Tale (2000)

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A SUMMER TALE

Hi, mum.

I'm anxious over my trip.

That's why my underpants

are lying

between Katrlneholm and Hallsberg.

But even so,

it'll be a good summer.

Actually, this will be

the best summer of my life.

I found out

my summer dad is playful

and really likes children

and that feels good.

My task is not

to ensure you have fun.

Rather to ensure that

when you leave

you do so as responsible

youngsters.

It'll be fine.

I hope for two things

this summer, mum.

One, that Sweden wins

the World Cup.

Two, that I can stay

with my summer dad all year.

My foster parents don't seem

too interested in me.

Not by football either,

for that matter.

Hugs and kisses, your son Marten.

Are you Marten?

Yes.

I thought we said we'd meet

in the parking area.

I'm Yngve Johansson.

So that's Annika, then?

I don't know.

We'll find out.

Are you Annika?

Yes.

Did you also forget to meet

in the parking area?

Say hello to each other.

Marten, bow properly.

Annika, you curtsy.

Right, now take each other's hand.

You can get acquainted

after the meal.

I don't have time to be

a playleader.

I've got work to do.

Right... Please hop in.

That's very strange.

I've seen Negroes several days

in a row.

I wonder if it's the same...

the same n*gro. Please hop in.

Excuse me.

Will you watch the semi-final

tonight, Mr Johansson?

What semi-final is that?

Sweden - Germany in the World Cup.

The match is on TV.

TV? There are no TV sets here.

People listen to the radio

if it's important.

That's fine for normal folk.

Lots of normal people

have TV sets in Uppsala.

Watch out, here comes the bump.

That was fun.

Be happy now because

you don't know when you

will be again.

We'll do it again just

for your sakes

because I don't find it fun

at all.

No, no... None of that nonsense.

Don't cling to one another.

I told you you didn't come here

to have fun.

Can you smell how good it smells?

I've cooked my special just

to welcome you.

You know he makes money

from people dying?

No...

He's got the coffins in the barn,

I think.

We'll go there when he's asleep.

Have you seen someone who's dead?

Yes.

Me too. It's nothing special.

No...

We'll have something special

today beans and bacon.

I want you to know that

when we eat

I'm the only one who can talk.

You don't have to be saying,

"Thank you, Mr Johansson" or...

"That was very good,

Mr Johansson"...

Please start.

Go and open, Marten. Tell them

in an irritated way

that we're eating

so that people understand

they can't come and disturb us.

Don't play with your bacon.

Well? Has someone passed away?

Is there...

Did you forget to take down

the flag?

It's past six o'clock.

Hello, children.

My name is Erik Olsson

and I'm from child welfare

in Molkom.

Did you have a good trip?

Have you talked to their

foster parents?

Yes. Annika is apparently

a little weak at school.

She has difficulty being on time

and helping around the house.

Do you want some bacon?

It's three star bacon.

We will, of course, stamp that out

if we follow three simple rules:

Firstly, never shower

longer than two minutes.

Secondly, no warm showers.

It's not for pleasure,

but to clean yourself.

Marten here, he loses himself

in adventure books

and such things

when there is a reality that is

more than suitable for us others.

If I hear the least word about

negligence or anything else...

...I will send them home

straight away.

It can't be like with...

...last year's summer children.

Certainly not.

It was a mistake.

It certainly won't be repeated.

I was far too nice.

Yes... of course.

Eat up your food youngsters.

And try to look

a little grateful as well.

Hurry up.

That bed is mine!

Where are your real parents?

My mother died of tuberculosis

when I was eight.

And... I've never met my father.

That's nothing.

My dad shot himself and my mum

drank herself to death.

You can read until nine o'clock.

Then it's lights out

and utter quiet.

Marten, there'll be

no adventure books here.

If you must, read this...

I'll wake you at six tomorrow.

Six!

Yes.

But we're on holiday!

It doesn't matter

what time of year

it is or whether

you have holidays.

Normal folk get up in time

and do their bit.

Right... Only peculiar people

dawdle in the mornings.

Good night.

Welcome to Audiofon's

dance course, lesson three.

South American rhythms the tango.

Turn to page 11 in the pamphlet

and

place the steps according

to the guide.

Don't forget the essence

of the tango:

Style, pride and passion.

Good luck! One, two...

One, two...

Keep your knees supple.

Focus on your partner.

That's it... One, two...

Hello, mum.

My summer dad has turned out to

be highly unpleasant.

But things are better for me

than you,

as you're dead.

My room mate, Annika,

is like a discus thrower.

You know, those people who stand

alone in cages and

throw metal disks.

I'm more of a team player.

Like in football.

There you work together,

both when it goes well and badly.

You even shower together.

It's not like that

outside the world of team sports.

There, you're on your own.

Hugs and kisses, your son Marten.

Marten, are you sleeping?

A little.

Can't we do this tomorrow

instead?

Are you scared?

No, I'm not scared.

It's just that...

I don't like being disobedient.

This is how it is...

People who like deciding

over others

don't like disobedient people.

You know why?

I haven't thought about it.

Because disobedient people

are hard to decide over.

Do you really want

to be obedient?

Do you dare?

Open up, Annika!

I can't do it.

Open up!

Come with me.

Help!

Mum!

Sorry, I won't do it again.

I promise.

Don't say too much.

One day

you'll lie in one yourself

for real.

Maybe it's hard to understand

at 11

when you think life's

a pleasure ground.

Sorry...

Stop clinging to him.

Can't you see he's upset?

Go to bed instead.

Causing mischief in the middle

of the night...

Go to bed!

Excuse me.

What is it now?

I think we've overslept.

That's not good. What's the time?

Ten.

We're really hungry.

Damn...

The flag should be raised

at eight.

I usually wake up when the

grandfather clock strikes six.

It's not like me.

Maybe you're getting old.

We can compensate for this

in some way.

We can get up at four tomorrow.

Will that be okay?

That will be okay.

So you think that's okay?

We'll get up at three, then.

Go and make coffee.

So, what will you be when you

grow up? Have you thought

about it?

I'm going to be a wh*re.

A wh*re?

Yes, you get paid to hug.

Who said that?

My foster father.

Besides, you don't need

special grades,

but it's grand anyway.

Annika, you don't only hug

in that profession.

What do you do, then?

Well, you...

You could say that there is

a certain

amount of hugging

in that profession.

But you should think

of being something else.

I'm going to be a lawyer,

because not anyone can do that.

God, why must you both

be so special?

What's wrong with a normal job?

When I was young you

couldn't choose.

You took what needed to be done.

Don't have such high expectations,

you'll only be disappointed.

Round, soft movements...

No, no, no...

No nonsense here, Marten.

If you don't do hip

swivels properly

you'll stop growing.

Maybe you'll even get smaller.

Look at Annika,

she's doing it properly.

Do you have a newspaper?

No.

I'd like to know about the match.

If something's important,

you find out.

I'd like to discuss something.

Yes, of course.

But... not in there.

No problem, Sven...

Go and make some coffee.

Do you want coffee?

Stop flapping! There's no one

else to go to when it comes

to this.

Firstly we have the budget class.

It's not much to consider.

It's a simple rectangular

wooden box

with no ornaments at all.

It's cheap, but not dignified.

This won't be a pauper's funeral.

Then there is the economy class

which is the most

usual alternative.

It's... stylish without being

the least... ostentatious.

Who has passed over?

How much is that one?

That one costs 859.

But that includes...

It includes a shroud and

a big bouquet of lilies.

If I book ahead and pay now,

do I get a discount?

The person hasn't passed away?

That's right.

When will the person in question

pass over?

Soon...

I can't do much to the price,

Sven.

I can possibly go down to 850.

But that's...

that's only nine crowns.

I must ask.

Who are we talking about?

I'll take that one.

But who... Please, Sven...

We went to the same school!

Nine crowns!

What are you staring at?

I can't help it if his wife

came here sometimes

for better company.

Sven can't stand things

going well for others.

Don't ever pore over the past,

it just makes you ill.

Hello, mum.

Everyone in Sweden knows

what happened

against Germany except me.

I've felt like this before.

It was when we played against AIK

and I got a lift

to the wrong ground.

It was lonely.

There was only me and

a triple jumper

from H?rjedalen there.

But, the most lonely of all

must be to lie in a coffin.

I know how it feels.

I lay in a budget class

coffin for Annika.

You have to do your bit

for the team.

Hugs and kisses, your son Marten.

Hello Anna, it's Yngve.

Yngve from Molkom.

Yes...

I thought I'd call and tell you...

...that Sven, your husband,

was here.

What's it got to do with me?

He ordered a coffin for himself.

You shouldn't do this.

You weren't going to call anymore.

Yes, I know, but I...

I thought that Harald

probably misses his mother...

I miss you too. Very much...

I can't listen to this.

I don't have time to talk.

Goodbye.

Marten, come and help me.

I can help.

Really?

Normally this isn't a job

for women, but...

...you haven't blossomed yet

so we can count you as inbetween.

Hold the door. Come and help,

Marten.

It's not dangerous, it's empty.

I'm going to pick up a client.

Come and help. Hurry up.

You shouldn't be afraid

of the dead.

It's the living you should be

wary of.

They're unpredictable.

Who has died?

Listen... People don't die,

they pass away or are passed on.

Animals, on the other hand,

they die.

And plants wilt.

You don't say that an apple

has passed away.

It rots and so on...

That's the big difference

between us

and all other life on earth.

We have to go to Miss Svanstrim,

I haven't got time to

answer questions.

Right, jump in!

No, no, no, not in front.

That's where the lilies go.

Watch out!

Jesus!

How'd it go?

What's he saying?

He's trying to say that he's...

he's from Africa.

This is interesting for you.

You haven't seen a n*gro before,

have you?

Of course we have. In the cinema.

That's not the same.

This n*gro is for real.

Take a look.

What did he say?

He said that he...

...regrets cycling out

in front of the car

and he accepts the blame.

We must get going.

No, wait...

He said his bicycle is broken

and he'd

like to come with us in the car.

So you can speak English?

Really? You don't say?

Did he say all that

in such a short time?

Ask him his name

and what he's doing in Sweden.

What did he say?

He plays piano

at different hotels.

And his name is Jaques.

I understood, but what does he do?

Huh?

He said he works playing

the piano and

I think he wants a lift

to the hotel.

Okay, we can do that...

Ask him where he's from.

He says he comes from Malm?.

Malm??

Let's get out, we're late.

Jump out.

Are there two?

I thought there was only one.

Well, this is how it is.

Annika is a little...

...a little weak in the head

and Marten

is a little delicate and timid.

But he's quick,

so I thought it would

be good if they attended class

together.

So it's fair.

They've each got their own

chamber pot, for instance.

Who was Gustav Vasa's first son?

No, not you Marten.

Annika...

Aren't you interested

in the royal house?

It's so important.

I know several hundred

incredible stories from real life.

They're also important.

Of course that's true, but...

You must follow

if you want to pass.

I'm trying,

but I forget all the time.

You must concentrate, Annika.

My foster parents say

I don't have a head for studying.

But...

It just takes more time.

And we have lots of time.

The whole summer holiday.

The royal house is

really important.

You'll derive joy from it

when you're older.

I think we'll sing a little now.

How is it at Yngve Johansson's?

Good.

He seems... capable I think.

You're staying with Johansson?

Yes.

So you're backward?

All his summer guests are.

We're not!

Look at you!

Marten will be a lawyer.

Not everyone can do that.

Especially not

backward people like you.

You're lucky.

I don't hit people without a d*ck.

What are you doing!

Harald!

Let me see, Marten.

Touch my children one more time,

Harald, and I'll k*ll you!

Watch out, the bump is coming.

That'll be fun.

I see...

The bump isn't good

enough anymore.

You're spoiled,

that's what you are.

Sweden won, by the way.

Really?!

The final is on Sunday

against Brazil.

You can listen to my radio,

if you want.

If it's good enough.

Sure!

I hope you didn't tell

Miss Svanstr?m

about what happened

with the coffin.

No, of course not.

That's good.

I have a reputation to think of.

I'm quite respected here.

Well liked, that is.

Miss Svanstr?m likes you a lot.

Really?

She says you're handsome

and capable.

Well, I'm not so interested

in things like that.

You'll have to redo this.

What did you lie for?

What?

Miss Svanstr?m didn't say he was

handsome,

only that he was capable.

That doesn't matter.

But you lied.

If you're going to get anywhere

in life,

you have to lie.

What are you whispering about?

We have no secrets in this house.

Let's eat so that we can

get on with the evening.

Then I'll call Sven,

Harald's father,

and exchange a few words.

My children and I deserve respect.

Remember that we don't put

the Swedish

flag on the floor for next time.

Can we build a cart?

Of course not.

With reference to

what Miss Svanstr?m

said about me being

seen as capable

I thought I could tell you

a little about myself.

You must be very curious about me.

Not so?

Sure.

I'm seen as a somewhat central

figure in town...

...as everyone passes

through here,

I haven't met anyone

who wasn't satisfied.

Yes, but... they're dead

when they come here.

Aren't they?

Two things, Marten.

What'd I say about talking

at meals?

And what's it called

when you stop living?

Lay off threatening my son!

I can explain...

I don't give a damn

what you do with your backward

sl*ves!

But you will not threaten my son.

Got it?

Then Harald can't

hit my summer children.

Harald, did you hit these two?

No, of course.

I spoke to Erik Olsson

at child welfare

about what you're up to.

And he sounded very concerned.

Let's go.

I told you not to fight

with the other kids.

But Harald hit me. You saw it.

No nonsense now.

Everyone has to take

a little sh*t in life.

That's how it is for normal folk.

If you only knew how much

I got beaten as a child.

Look at me, I'm not damaged by it.

But he started.

No nonsense! Go up to your room.

I don't want to see either of you.

I think you're unfair!

Life's unfair, you may

as well know it.

Another thing we'll get

straight is

that you children must

know your place.

You cost money and make trouble.

And it's bloody unfair on me.

Try to learn something about life.

If you don't want to learn,

you can go to hell!

You'll end up there anyway,

the way you go on.

I wonder how much money he gets.

I don't think it's only

for the money.

I think he loves tormenting

children.

Shall we run away?

No, I want to call my mum.

You haven't got a mother.

Haven't you understood that?

Yes, but still...

Welcome to Audiofon's

dance course

lecture four - the waltz.

Turn to page 12

in the pamphlet and

place the steps according

to the guide

Don't forget the waltz'

cornerstones:

Elegance, finesse and dignity.

When you've invited your partner,

conduct her arm-in-arm

to the floor.

Women prefer to be led

by a firm man

so remember you are

leading the dance. That's right...

These cans can change people's lives.

Shall I show you?

Okay.

What are you doing?

Blow into the can, quickly!

Now we have two love cans

and a hate can.

If you blow into the can

in a particular mood

and close the lid

...then the emotion is kept

in the can.

I don't believe that.

If you put the can

in someone's pocket,

it infects them.

Here you are.

What will we do

with the hate can?

Where are you going?

We thought we'd look around.

It's pitch black outside.

Does Johansson know about this?

Yes, he told us to go out.

Jump in. Get in.

We'll go back to Johansson.

We hate him!

Don't you hate Johansson, too?

Yes, he's a bloody idiot.

He takes other people's things.

He employed my wife

to tidy up the dead.

In the end he got her to leave me.

Didn't your wife have a will of

her own?

Get lost the two of you! Get lost!

Marten, I put the hate can

in his pocket.

He'll die a painful death now.

That's good...

Excuse me.

Are you going to Stockholm

or Uppsala after your meal?

No. Why?

No reason. We were just wondering.

Excuse me...

How did you know it

was my birthday?

It's my birthday today.

Aren't you going to say

happy birthday?

Say happy birthday to me.

Eleven... that was a good age.

Let me tell you,

I don't like vagrant

kids begging at the tables.

Understand?

I think Miss Svanstr?m

should go home.

She's had enough.

Miss Svanstr?m, I think

that's enough now. Let's go...

Now she'll be nasty to

her children.

How do you know?

You get like that from alcohol.

Maybe she doesn't have children.

Maybe she has a dog. Poor thing.

What'd he say?

He said that's the name

of his fiance.

Ask him if it hurts to

have a tattoo.

He said it hurts a little.

What did he say?

He asked if the lemonade was good.

Hi, mum.

We aren't running away anymore as

we realise what's wrong

with Johansson.

We have to help him.

He doesn't have a wife.

That's why he scolds us.

We think we've found

the perfect lady for him.

He who lives by rules will get on

very well with a school mistress.

Hugs and kisses, your son Marten.

Good morning. Excuse me.

Were you sleeping?

No, no...

Didn't we say eleven o'clock?

Yes, what time is it?

Eleven.

Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

One minute, Mrs Ljungberg,

I'll be right out.

Wake up, we overslept.

Get dressed and make coffee.

I have a client.

My dear Mrs Ljungberg...

Forgive me,

this is most embarrassing.

I apologise.

You should be able to sit on this.

I'm sorry,

but the summer children

have been careless

with the repair.

I promise to pull

their hair later.

I brought some sweets with me.

Thanks.

For the children...

Yes, of course.

I want you to know that

I cherished

your husband when he was alive.

He was always well dressed and

a great example for the community.

This is not my husband.

No, sorry. It's the fish merchant.

I'm terribly sorry.

I don't really feel well today.

No, neither do I.

I'm very sorry about this,

Mrs Ljungberg.

I am a little behind.

I hope we bury my husband

and not someone else tomorrow.

Of course, Mrs Ljungberg.

Please, Mrs Ljungberg,

this was very careless.

I'm sorry.

I promise I'll reduce the price.

It won't be repeated.

I hope not.

My husband will hardly die

several times.

Doesn't she want coffee?

You've lost me a client

just because

you didn't repair

the bench properly.

You think anyone will want

to pass over with me

in the future?

Sorry.

Wait, Marten...

Sorry, it wasn't just your fault,

it was...

I've been nice

and bought you some sweets.

Were you in love

with Harald's mother?

No, no I wasn't.

We were just very good friends.

Which is enough.

But it's got nothing to do

with you.

You keep private things

to yourself.

Have you never had a wife?

This is too much!

This young man here

had as many women as he liked.

But that's nothing

one boasts about.

That's me in the picture.

It starts well with women,

but then

when they get too close to you

they want to change you.

Nothing is good enough,

all habits have to change.

If it does work with someone,

there's someone else placing

demands on her.

So I may as well not be involved.

Where is Harald's mother now?

She moved to Stockholm.

But it wasn't my fault,

it very seldom is.

Sven threatened to k*ll her.

It doesn't matter,

I'm really fine on my own.

It's just poor Harald

who is the big loser.

You meet a few idiots

like Sven in a lifetime.

But it's not anything

I care about now.

Sooner or later they come to me

and then I'm the one who decides.

Go sit in the car!

What are you staring at.

Can't I comb my hair?

Sure.

Well, then...

G'day...

Good day. How are things?

Well, thanks for asking.

It's a lovely day, Miss Svanstr?m.

Yes, but there'll be thunder. Bye.

I see... Summer is great...

Eight times eight is 64, Annika.

Let's do the eight times

table again.

What is two times eight?

You smell of alcohol.

Do you have children?

No. I don't.

Two times eight is 16.

Three times eight?

No... I think we'll sing a bit.

Actually, I think we'll stop

for today.

I have a migraine.

By the way,

happy birthday for the other day.

Thanks.

How did you know it was

my birthday?

Did I tell you?

Johansson thinks

you're really pretty and nice.

We shouldn't tell you,

but he's thinking

of inviting you to the town hotel.

But don't say we said so.

Miss Svanstr?m told us

a secret today.

Really?

Although we can't say what it is,

because it's private.

But I'm your guardian and

it's not

good to keep secrets from me.

If we ignore that principle,

everything will collapse

in a heap.

So tell me.

She said she had a secret dream.

And what was it?

That you invite her out to dinner

at the town hotel.

Listen, get going now.

Finish the bench and do it

properly this time.

Good evening, Miss Svanstr?m,

this is Yngve Johansson.

Good evening.

I have a problem

with the children and

wonder if we could meet

to discuss it?

Yes...

Good. This evening?

Yes...

At the town hotel?

I could invite you for dinner.

How nice.

We have to eat anyway so we could

k*ll two birds with one stone.

You'll have to take care

of yourselves tonight.

There are sandwiches

in the fridge.

I have an important meeting...

Very important...

We can use this one,

it's broken anyway.

Well, this was unexpected.

Yes...

I haven't been here in years.

The last time was after

my mother's funeral.

After the funeral

there was herring and...

...beef casserole, that's good.

But mostly it was sad my mother

had died.

I'm sorry...

I was actually here yesterday.

It was my birthday.

There you go.

Don't give Yngve a menu.

He can't read anyway.

I think I'll have

the beef casserole again.

Sounds good.

Where do you see that?

It's here somewhere.

I didn't really look that closely.

They can probably fix it anyway.

I'll have that, too.

If you're scared you can hug me.

I'm not scared of thunder.

I'm not scared of anything.

No... neither am I.

Loads of people die from

lightning every year.

Several hundred...

People that have survived

say it's really painful.

You get kind of melted

from the heat.

Really painful apparently.

Then some people get split in two

by lightning.

That's also painful.

And you're not safer at all

being inside, just so you know.

You are scared.

A little.

Come, I'm not scared at all.

Yes?

How did they find each other?

Don't ask me,

I serve any old idiot

as long as they pay.

Yes, that's a good summary.

May I?

But...

There isn't a dance tonight.

But there will be

if we start dancing.

Yes?

Ask him to calm down before

he completely disgraces himself.

We're trying to bloody eat here!

Excuse me, there's

no dance tonight.

We heard that.

But we're not disturbing anyone.

Yes... the dinner guests.

Sven and his party

want calm when they eat.

Tell Sven and his party

to look in another direction.

Or they can possibly go home

to bed.

Well?

He says... that he thinks

you should go home to bed.

Stop playing. Immediately!

Is there anyone who understands

the black?

We're bloody Swedish!

We decide here!

Go home to the jungle

if it doesn't suit you.

And throw out that violater

of corpses,

or else I'll do it myself.

This is no way to behave!

Take that gravedigger away now!

Before we completely

lose our appetites.

Don't worry about it.

Some people get like that

when they know they will die.

Is he going to die?

We met. He has lung cancer.

You can stop right there!

You're meant to play the piano.

The piano...

Wait a minute. Sit at the piano...

I also found one of those

in my pocket.

Really?

We never discussed the children.

No...

That's why we met.

Or was there something else?

It was just that...

I forgot to bring it up

as we were having such

a nice time.

You don't read so well, do you?

I could teach you.

It'll be faster if I walk home.

Goodnight, Mr Johansson.

Thanks for this evening.

Sorry,

I was scared of the thunder.

I see...

I don't think you should...

I have two beds here so that

you sleep in separate beds.

You're far too young

to cling to one another.

It's not good for you... It's...

When you're older

you can hug and things -

but you should be children

as long as you can.

So you each have your own bed.

Besides, there could be problems

if...

...you get too close.

You'll have to part

in a few weeks

so it's not good

if you have strong feelings.

That's that...

You're on your own

for a while today.

I have to go to a meeting.

Will... be... buried...

Will be buried.

Was... buried...

Was buried.

That's very good!

Hello, mum.

Imagine only meeting

dead people every day.

Maybe that's how Johansson

wants it.

Then no one can disagree with him.

But there isn't anyone

who cares for him, either.

We didn't manage to get

Johansson and Svanstr?m together.

Maybe he wants to be alone.

Annika doesn't want to

go back to her

foster parents

at the end of summer.

Maybe we could have

our own family?

But it won't work.

I can't support her

and go to school at the same time.

Hugs and kisses, your son Marten.

You want to race?

Listen! My father will be

in one of these soon.

sh*t!

I'll beat you.

We'll let him win.

The girl's arm is sprained,

but the boy is relatively okay.

I bought some sweets.

Thanks.

No, no, no...

You don't eat sweets

because they're good,

but when you've earned them.

That hill is not to

be fooled with.

It's far too steep to play on.

You shouldn't tempt fate

unnecessarily.

Or mess about with laws of nature.

It's almost always punished.

You're lucky.

If you'd done that

when I was a child

you'd have had a thrashing.

But you weren't lucky

enough to skip class.

That's why

Miss Svanstr?m's here.

I brought some comics

in case you get bored.

Thanks!

Does it hurt?

A little.

A little here, too.

They're my favourite comics.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Maybe we should cancel this...

the class?

Yes, maybe we should.

You behave now

and I'll come with...

Well... I'll come back tomorrow.

You're in love, aren't you?

Don't be rude!

We're together because

you cause problems and that's all.

Get better.

They have such an imagination.

It's almost unpleasant.

I think imagination is marvellous.

Yes, imagination can be wonderful.

Even I allow myself to get lost

in my imaginings sometimes.

Yesterday, for instance,

I dreamt a big red ball rolled

into the yard.

It felt very unreal.

Yes, dreams can be strange.

Miss Svanstr?m, I happen

to have two veal fillets at home

that should be eaten before

they go bad.

I thought I'd ask

if you'd be interested

in tasting one of the fillets?

Gladly. At your house?

It's where the veal fillets are.

So that would be

the most practical.

It won't be anything special.

You're welcome,

but it'll be improvised.

Welcome, come in.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Perhaps we can exchange bouquets.

Have you cut your hair?

They don't have a TV here either.

I'm going to miss the final

on Sunday.

No one seems to care

about the World Cup here.

It's a pity you don't live

in Uppsala.

I can move there when I grow up.

I'll do that.

When you grow up

you will have forgotten this.

Why do you think that?

Because no one keeps

their promises.

It's a pity you don't live

in Stockholm.

I know what we can do

so we don't forget each other.

We can do like Jaques.

The pianist.

Tattoo ourselves?

It smells newly painted here.

Yes, I painted it

a little while ago.

It seems that it will never dry.

You grew up in this house,

didn't you?

Yes.

May I ask...

Why do you have summer children?

It's not because

there's lots of money

in it as everyone wants

to believe...

...I think it's nice

with a little company.

If one can help straighten

out badly raised youngsters,

it doesn't do any harm.

Unfortunately,

I didn't have my own.

No, neither did I.

Oh, I'm sorry. The coffee...

Here you are.

You're not from the area,

Miss Svanstr?m?

No, I've lived here

for one year now.

It's enough, I think.

Really?

What do you mean?

You're not thinking of moving,

it's so good here.

No, actually, it isn't.

It's dead here.

I don't think so, it's...

This is a classic idyll,

it's no better anywhere else.

It depends what you compare it to.

I don't know...

I've heard things on the radio

about other places.

Yesterday I heard there was

a fire in Bor?s.

That's not good.

I'd rather it burns

than nothing happens at all.

I don't like it here.

No?

Although it's nice having met you.

There's melody radio now.

May I?

Can't anyone help me?

Help me!

That is what is

called death anxiety.

You get that when you

regret things

and want to correct them

before you die.

Although he's probably

over 40 and has lived quite long.

My mother was only 27.

Imagine living so long...

...and not even having

a friend to come and visit.

Shall we keep him

company?

No, he probably wants to be alone.

My mother wanted that

when she was dying.

I couldn't even meet her.

Come on.

I'm so afraid...

Hello.

We thought

you maybe felt a little lonely.

Shall we read the paper to you?

St... Stop Harald.

He shouldn't see his father

like this.

I hope God gets cancer...

...so He can see what it

feels like.

I didn't achieve anything

in this life...

Next time...

Everything is my fault.

I shouldn't have put the hate

can in his pocket.

I didn't think it would

really work.

I was just making it up.

I'd like to marry you, Ulla.

What are you saying?

I understand

if it feels a little sudden.

But I've thought about

this a lot and...

I think we'd make

a very good couple.

You and I.

As a married couple.

What do you mean?

We don't know each other.

I can't marry someone

I don't know.

But we'll get to know each other.

I've got plenty of time.

Have you got a lot to do?

Marry someone

who can have children instead.

I'm too old for that.

Hello, mum.

I won't have time

to write that often anymore.

But I have something wonderful

to tell you.

I hereby announce...

...that your son is engaged.

I hope you're proud of me

and my fiance.

Hugs and kisses,

your loving son Marten.

You know you have your own bed?

We'll put you out in the corridor.

No, please, we're in love.

Don't worry about her.

She's probably jealous

because we're in love.

She also wants to be.

And as we stand gathered here...

...to witness a new person

taken up into

God's warm

and protective embrace...

We feel...

Oh, I see... Forgive me,

I thought...

Are you crazy, Yngve?

We said two o'clock. Two!

I understand her.

Why would anyone

want someone like me?

Can you take this away? Goodbye.

You can stay here tonight

and we'll take care of you.

No... Go away... Go!

You can go to hell.

He's just as dead

whatever you say.

How are you?

Stop asking stupid questions.

I don't want to be

a bloody foster child.

When my mother died,

I never thought

I'd be happy again. But I was.

I don't want new parents!

I'm an adult now.

You don't need new parents then.

It'll be okay.

No it won't. Let go!

I'm going to inherit

several thousand.

I already got a TV in advance

from dad.

He was bloody successful.

It's like this...

I've had reports you've been

neglected.

Not at all.

You're a bad influence

on each other.

So it's best you are sent home.

We're not a bad influence

or whatever.

Yngve was at the town hotel

and left you alone.

Is that right?

No, not at all.

We were at home playing cards.

Have you had proper food

at Yngve's?

Yes we have. Bacon...

He's the best adult

we've ever met.

It's very good bacon.

I'll inform the personnel here

to send

you home on the first bus

tomorrow.

Good luck.

They can't do this!

I'm sorry, but... he decides now.

It's no good arguing with some

authorities, because then...

...you become a criminal

and criminals go to prison.

I just want you to know that I...

I think you're the best summer

children I ever had.

But don't think

that makes you something.

I'm going to get a spanking

when I get home.

Well?

Paul.

No...

Apple... You can't just guess.

There's no sense

in wasting time on me.

I'm starting to think

that I am stupid.

Well,

I don't want to marry

an illiterate.

I know all the letters,

but I don't know

in what order they should go.

It's hopeless.

You proposed to me

the day before yesterday.

And I'm saying yes now.

I see...

Yes...

Thank you!

Excuse me, where are you going?

We know it's not visiting hours.

As the future Mrs Johansson

and I are

marrying we'd like to tell

Marten and...

They're not here.

The police are looking for them.

This is too bloody much!

You have to help us, mum.

It feels like the whole world

is against us.

If I can't be with Annika,

I don't know if I want to

live anymore.

If it's possible,

send someone down

from heaven who can sort this out.

They'll never, never, never

be able to separate us.

Bloody sh*t world...

Hugs and kisses, your son Marten.

There's something. No...

No. It's...

it's just KG walking the dog.

It's quite like the children.

Have a look.

There's the Big Dipper.

Magnificent...

Yes... There was a farmer that was

kidnapped by spacemen in America.

Do you believe in things

like that?

No, no, absolutely not.

I heard it on the radio.

He returned a year later

and said

he'd been on the spacemen's

planet.

That's amazing.

Yes...

It was a very good planet.

They learned to read and write

by eating a pill.

It doesn't have to be true

because they said it on the radio.

I don't believe it.

Ulla, open the door.

Get the handbrake!

I don't have a driver's licence!

Maybe we can sleep at Harald's?

He lives alone now.

There's Pel?.

Lucky Harald with a TV...

And no dad.

Shall I knock?

There's one of those

who decides over others.

Poor Harald.

My arm is throbbing.

Should it be doing that?

It's important you drink

something.

Lift your head,

I'll give you a pillow.

Thanks.

The most important thing

is that you're comfortable.

I'll always be okay.

What do we do now, though?

Sleep.

Tomorrow we'll continue westwards.

To Bor?s or something...

Or America...

Right... Bor?s sounds good.

Yngve!

Your summer children

are on the roof of the factory.

Open up, children! Open the hatch!

Open it!

They're on the roof

and have blocked the hatch.

Marten, Annika...

It's me! It's us, I mean...

You said you liked us.

But you're just like

all the others, you lie.

We saw you looking for us

in the car.

We were worried about you.

We wanted to tell you something.

What?

I'm going to marry Miss Svanstr?m.

That's good. Come down.

He's lying so we'll go down.

I think he's telling the truth.

He said we were the best summer

children he's had.

Come down so we can talk calmly.

We'll find a solution

that suits everyone.

Why should they get married

if we can't be together?

I know how you feel,

but we must talk.

What's he going to do?

He's going to break the hatch

so we end this nonsense.

He does that and we jump!

Will we? We won't do that...

I don't know.

Can't we frighten them with

the air raid warning?

It's on the roof.

What good is that?

Go away, you're interfering.

I'm a little scared, Annika.

I'm not scared.

I never have been.

Yngve, you know the children.

Ask them what they want.

Marten, Annika...

What are your demands?

Marten...

What are our demands?

I don't know. What do you think?

We can have...

safe conduct to Bor?s.

Isn't it better to live

with Johansson?

Maybe he can adopt us?

We want to be adopted by you.

We can't have that.

Cut this out now.

We'll count to ten.

One... two... three...

Don't be rash.

We can work this out.

Yngve and I want you as

our children.

You can't decide that!

Four...

The authorities decide.

Go and break open the hatch.

Five...

No, you're not going in there!

Six...

Will they really jump?

Yes...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Wait!

Can they adopt us?

Yes...

Follow me.

She's going to Uppsala,

he's going to Stockholm.

In separate cars,

now!

Wait... What's this?

What's this about?

You promised them.

What could I do?

They don't know what's best

for them.

We can't yield to blackmail,

Yngve.

Take them.

Come here.

Let me go! Let go!

Let me go!

I love you.

Marten... Marten and Annika.

Don't be too sad.

You'll get over each other.

No, we won't.

Of course you will.

You shouldn't expect too much

from life,

you'll just get disappointed.

I love you.

The tattoo!

Right, that's enough!

Get out, Annika, come on!

Get away! Come here, Annika...

Let me be!

Don't touch my children!

Get out.

Leave me and my children in peace

from now on!

Understood? Go to hell! Come here.

I think it's best that...

I never liked you, you b*stard!

I'll bury you alive! Go to hell!