"Sleep on. Kjell is at
Kolmarden. V."
Good morning, Albert.
Is anyone absent today
besides Stig?
Is Stig absent?
Yes, I met his mother
on the tram.
Hi, we must hurry.
Breakfast break will
soon be over.
Are you finished? Yes.
It's coming soon.
It swells, swells...
Do you want a drink? Yes.
Juice? Yes please.
Think of what
we talked about.
Stockings made of nylon.
Nylon stockings. Thanks.
That's what Yank parachutes
are made of
Jesus! It's like sandpaper
round the things,
women aren't so dumb.
Think about it:
Where do wool stockings
come from?
The ones that warm ladies'
legs in winter?
It comes from curly
little lambs
And shoes, where're they from
From cow. Yes.
Mooo, that's it.
Cows: Milk under their
bellies
and leather on their backs,
and they say moo.
And let's not forget
the hard-working
little silkworm.
The slant-eyed workhorse
from China.
A silent character, certainly
but it works and struggles
by the sweat of its brow.
Not to mention cotton,
which grows in the fields
of Alabama
and waves in the wind.
All these materials,
what do they have in common?
Well, they come from...?
From abroad.
But we have lambs and cows
in Sweden,
for God's sake, Stig.
No they come from...
From nature? Of course.
They move. Move, make noises
well, not all of them.
Run and play when young.
Silkworms don't run...
They lie in a cocoon when
they're young.
Yeah, sure, but the rest:
Wool, leather...
They run around and dance
and play
when they're young.
Moo, baa...
And where does nylon
come from?
Oily machines in
the Pentagon.
On top of all that,
it's a dumb product.
Nylon has no voice.
It's not just unnatural,
it's... an abomination.
It is misbegotten,
it's worse than that, worse.
It is, it is...
An anomaly. Exactly.
Exactly. It is...
It is an...
Anomaly.
That's it... Skol to wool!
Aren't you going to the
cinema tonight?
What's on?
"They Died With Their Boots
On" Flynn.
Skoll To wool.
Dad's home. Your hat.
You bought a gramophone
record? Wait. Listen.
Was it expensive?
Stig bought a gramophone
record.
It's Sigge's gramophone,
he can't use it.
But Sigge's at sea, Seymor.
I'll listen later.
Let the cat out!
Can't you hear me?
Jesus Christ!
You old bastard!
What did you call me?
You old bastard! Stop it, boys
Jesus Christ!
What does the stocking say?
You don't have to explain,
if you don't insist on it.
Sit down.
Swedish or English?
You must speak it
perfectly by now.
Explanation,
the young man asks?
But can the husband
keep calm?
There are certain things
that shouldn't be
in a certain place at
a certain time.
A lady's garter,
for example.
On top of everything:
Violet.
Where should it not be,
When the old salesman
comes home
after a week on the road?
In the back seat of his car.
If it happens to be there,
who should definitely
not find it?
His wife, of course.
The wrong thing, wrong
wrong finder, wrong time.
Well, he sells ladies
underwear.
Couldn't the garter
have come from
his sample collection?
No.
No?
No, it couldn't.
It was in fact used.
What an idiot!
That garter cost me a son.
Nothing could repair that.
One week after the wedding.
And also, violet,
the color of sin.
Of course, booze was
to blame.
You don't know what you do,
what you did,
what you should do.
The taste is to blame,
it just tastes too good.
"Sticko. How are you?
I'm fine.
There's a new match
next Thursday. "
It's true.
It's the same language.
I can't fit it together.
The rule for going on
the wagon:
Avoid hotel dining rooms.
That's the villain
in the drama.
You have to sleep
in a hotel,
but skip dining rooms.
Imagine, Lilly's Farewell
played by
some dusty dining-room trio,
when you're sitting there
hungering for Mahler.
Then it's tempting to order
2 whites & a brown.
And wash down the misery.
And they have dandruff on
their collars too,
all three of them.
There they are.
Emil, Emil!
Once more.
Shoot now, Emil.
Now we'll drink a toast.
Skol. Skol.
Skol, and welcome.
Very nice and very good.
Stina, more presents.
There's no name on this one.
Have I got an unknown
admirer here?
You'd better watch out,
Seymor.
What will you use that for?
I don't understand.
What's so funny about
the duck?
A family secret.
Curt, play another piece.
Yes, do that.
I want to show you something
What?
What do you want to show me?
You'll see.
Stand there. Yes.
Don't look before
I tell you to.
Now you can look.
Do what you want with me.
Don't be shy, this is what
a woman looks like.
I've thought of everything.
I locked the door.
Anyway, the others won't
come for a while.
You saw yourself how many
cookies were left.
You don't have to worry
about me getting pregnant.
It tells on the package how
to use them.
I've thought of everything:
If there's a lot of blood
If I could just explain...
If I could explain,
Lisbeth...
You don't have to explain.
Just go out the door.
If your mum asks about me,
say I ate too much cake.
Listen, I found
that quotation.
I want to hear this now.
Just turn it down a bit.
No, I want it like that.
Why are you with Frank?
Why did you get married?
He is my hostage. Frank is
a hostage I took once.
You should have seen all
the gentlemen
who courted me then.
They would always
think before
opening their mouths.
In consequence,
their mouths most often
remained shut.
These were courting
"cavaliers".
Well-tailored types,
but with nothing inside.
And so I called them
courting canailleries,
scoundrels.
Scoundrels who were just
after my father's money
And when Frank came,
you should have seen
my aunts' faces.
He brought fresh air
into the salons,
they couldn't stand that.
But I got air and could
begin to breathe.
But that air is used up now.
Shouldn't you let your
hostage go?
Why don't you divorce?
He must have someone to
come home to,
even if I'm not here.
You've seen it yourself,
otherwise he'll sink down.
Are you sure of that?
I know where to buy
cheap condoms.
Oh yeah.
If you buy five hundred,
you get them for half price.
What do you want
500 condoms for?
You have no use for one.
Advance planning.
Like, if you fuck 3 times
a day,
then you will use them up
in less than 6 months.
But you don't fuck 3 times
a day.
Only rabbits do,
and they don't need condoms.
Nobody is forcing you
to buy.
You said you're off booze.
I know, but there are reasons
You come to a house
of mourning.
There should be spruce twigs
The gramophone plays
suitable music.
Kindertottenlieder.
NYLON HYSTERIA IN AMERICA
Toten. What?
It's toten.
They're not hottentots.
No, I can't speak German,
but I hear that
it's sad music.
Children's death. Kindertoten
Yes, yes...
Toten or totten,
they die in any case.
Nylon hysteria in America.
It will soon be here.
It's just a matter of time.
Maybe it's a fad,
It'll pass. No, no...
Once women wrap their
thighs in sandpaper,
you can't stop them.
It's sad that they don't
know better,
but I mean if...
You mean I should give in
and begin selling sandpaper?
Is that what you mean?
Never... Never.
Christ, it's not primarily
about money.
It is really, it is...
An anomaly. Exactly.
But...
Even if...
Even if what?
It's too late anyway.
Why is it too late?
Go down in the cellar and
you'll see.
You mean you've...?
Remember that batch
of wool pants?
Yes, on Lundavagen.
Suspiciously cheap.
You bought it?
I couldn't resist at
the price.
Was it a big batch?
Barely room in the cellar.
So you rented the
neighbors' cellar,
Anderbjorks? Christ no,
it was full!
Whose cellar, Frank?
I'm thinking about the price
You couldn't rent...?
Yes, the Goat's.
Not the Goat's...
Yes, the Goat.
But that's not all.
No? Another bargain-price
batch?
Yes, but not wool. No.
Not wool. Could it be silk?
No.
What the hell! Why not silk?
Was it silk?
Feinberger...
And the Goat's cellar was
full of wool?
Yeah, you could hardly close
the door.
So you had to rent
another place
to store the silk?
Yes, so what? Where?
That crook Karl Ohlsson?
Yes, more expensive than
the Goat's,
there was so much crap.
It was packed full of crap.
I had to empty it.
It was a hell of a job to
empty the cellar.
I just wonder
what it looks like in their
damn bedroom, the old lady
ran around with jam and
stuff like a fucking weasel.
Every day, for weeks...
I've already written it, Miss
Do as I say.
The coast is clear, 7:30p. m.
May I go to the toilet, Miss?
Of course.
GIRLS
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, stop.
Left turn.
That's all for today.
Thank you.
The turtle didn't hurt you?
You promised.
I wasn't talking about Stig
I said the turtle.
You learned something anyway
What?
You talk like them up there.
What good is that to me?
You can talk to the turtle
in the Stockholm dialect.
"Come to the box. Stig. "
Weren't you going to
the john?
Me? Yes, it's vacant now.
But I've been already.
I mean, for safety's sake.
Yes, you're right.
Welcome aboard.
Where did she go?
Strange... Without clothes.
What? It's moving.
What can we do?
We'll just go along.
Where did you learn all that
At work.
I sell chocolate
in the cinema:
Film kisses and stuff...
I'm so happy.
I shall give the names of
some of them,
so you will understand
the effort that has gone
into finding the men
of The Wolf.
On the portside...
Hot? God yes.
The whole factory wanted
open windows
except that bitch Holm.
She can't stand fresh air.
They were closed all day.
We'll have milk for dinner.
I had no coupons left,
so I traded with Svea.
Rydbergs are famous for,
six letters?
Santa... Santa Claus.
You knew it.
You should drink milk.
That's where the calcium is.
Predator, 4 letters,
with L in? Wolf.
You knew that too.
No, I didn't think of it.
We always made sure
you had milk
when you were small
That's why you and Sigge
have such straight backs.
All the kids
who didn't get milk have
crooked backs.
What is it?
Nothing.
That's why he's such
a good boxer:
The Central Dairy did it.
I'll go and unpack now.
The crown had taken over
the ship now.
This is an important role.
It was equipped with
echolocation.
Wolf's jaws: The Wolf.
What's wrong with you?
It's nothing.
You look like you're
going to faint.
Puberty.
Sven Jerring's report
from the salvage ship Belos.
No. Any adults at home?
No, just me.
I'll stay until
you've read it.
The submarine Wolf just
finished trials
at sea outside...
Everything all right?
I'll close the door.
Now a report from
the west coast
on the rescue work.
Belos here. We have no
information...
I'll do that.
Are you going to help?
I usually do.
Something has occurred that
will be reported on radio.
How long have you known?
Why didn't you say anything?
Sit down.
I didn't know
anything before
we did the crossword.
Remember...
Predator in 4 letters.
L in the middle.
I knew then.
I got Sigge's letter:
He and I had a code.
From the kids' pages.
A line from dot to dot
gives a picture.
Remember the giraffes?
It was always giraffes.
But this time it was
a wolf's jaws, Mum.
Then I knew he'd go his wish
to serve on that
damn submarine.
I knew nothing before that.
Why weren't we informed?
We were. A telegram.
I hid it behind the books.
I couldn't... I'm sorry, Mum.
I intended to tell you
a number of times,
but I just couldn't.
I thought:
If there's no danger,
I didn't want to worry you.
And there is no danger Mum.
They've sent out all
the ships.
All the ships are searching.
They're all searching now.
One... The back row.
That will be 1.50.
Lieutenant von Dobeln
in person,
ready to hit the French at
Hamburg. Right?
Yes, General.
Good Lord, it's 30 years ago
since my first battle.
And now I must beg to get
a little whiff of gunpowder.
Yes, well, there'll be no
rattling, my boy...
I'll see if I can find him.
Don't embarrass your uncle.
From headquarters to
General von Dbeln.
He can come.
Please seal this.
Yes, General.
Sorry General but my
betrothed...
At least let me try
to explain.
Awful! I won't talk about it
But I didn't mean...
I never want to
see you again.
I wish you'd move away,
or that we move,
So I don't meet such
a disgusting person.
It's open!
We have to talk.
Look who's here, a rare guest
Give me the glass,
you might cut yourself.
Oh, so you don't want
to screw the little
schoolteacher today.
Biology lesson with
practical application, huh?
It doesn't suit you now,
right?
Not in the
hooky-playing mood?
I'll show you, by Christ!
Unbutton me!
Didn't you hear what I said?
Unbutton me.
Undress me, undress me!
Undress me,
then take that off!
Take it off...
Didn't you hear what I said?
Take it off!
That's it, my brassiere too,
unbutton it.
No cheating, you know
exactly how to do it.
Unbutton it there.
That's it, open the clasp.
Let go!
There. What do we find here?
No messing with the food.
The entree first.
You haven't forgotten your
table manners,
have you?
I'd like to speak to you,
I need some advice.
I'm listening.
It's about a pupil
I've had problems with for
some time.
Stig, please stay behind.
It's over,
after that bottle.
I don't know what you mean.
I asked you to stay
because I feel I have
to flunk you.
You won't be in my class...
Flunk? What the hell is this
Exactly what I said:
You will not be in my class
next year.
The official explanation
will be repeated absence
from class,
without a parental note.
Also, failed tests
in my subject,
which is personally
offensive.
That's the official
explanation.
You know the unofficial one,
which is, I can't stand to
have you in the classroom
any more.
It happens to be
a place of education,
not a rabbit farm.
Stop!
Why are you lying?
You know why
I wasn't present
at your damned lessons
I was in your bed waiting
for you
to come home for a fuck.
Don't talk like that.
What?
Don't talk about everything
that way.
Everything?
Do you think it was
something special?
It was just an ordinary
fuck,
it was nothing special.
Silence!
Are you afraid I'll tell?
Who'd believe you?
Please leave the classroom.
Albert.
Stig. This was a hard
decision, what with
your family situation.
Nonetheless, we are all
in agreement
that you shall repeat Class
3 next year.
We don't see this as
punishment.
We see it as a favor.
We want to be certain that
when you leave your
old school
you will take with you
in life
everything it has
to give you.
We want you to leave
the nest,
fully fledged.
And then she cut out
the page numbers.
How much have you had
to drink?
What?
How much did you drink?
I can take the helmet off.
No, keep it on, sit down.
It just tastes too good.
You know she's lying.
You know why I didn't
have a note
when I was absent.
Don't you?
I need your help now!
Can I offer you something?
You can offer me the truth.
You know she's lying.
She lies like hell.
Talk to her, Frank, or Kjell,
or whatever the hell
you've called.
You don't...
It doesn't have
to be official,
but you must talk to her.
Can't you do something
when I...?
But you'll do anything
to creep to that
pussy once a year, right?
There's nothing left.
She's torn wide open
between her legs,
I made sure of that.
"Storks saw us there in
Skane. "
Sit down.
Stig.
It's something about
his brother.
They found The Wolf.
A flying fortress.
Do you see it, Nisse.
Two engines out,
you think he'll make it
to the airfield?
It's coming right here.
It's coming here. God!
Petrol.
It's burning.
Was that the monitor in 3B?
Anything broken?
They are pumping the
dry-dock out rapidly and
soon the mystery of the
sinking of
The Wolf will be revealed.
A mine has blown
a gaping hole
in the bottom of the hull.
The explosion was
so powerful
the hull almost broke in two
Fractures are visible all
round the hull.
It's a miracle
it didn't break
in the middle during
salvage.
The Wolf filled with water
and went straight to
the bottom.
It hit a rock there
and the bows caved
in completely.
The collision must
have been terrible.
This is the last time
a Swedish navy ship
will be named "Wolf"
Recovery of the bodies of
the 33 crew members
began immediately.
A crane lowered them
one after another onto
naval houseboats.
Identification of the
deceased took place there.
All the crew members were
immediately identified
without a single
doubtful case.
I've rewound the film,
and I've run
that news reel at least
20 times for you.
Now I'll go up and
shut it off.
Then we'll go home.
It's best that way.
It must be twig...
We would have written
notes for you
if you just asked us.
If you were so tired of all
that night work.
It's just a matter of time
before the good RA comes up.
Night work? Yes.
Sometimes you didn't get
home till long
after we were in bed.
I never saw a sick note,
or whatever they're called.
Note of absence.
I can't forgive myself.
There were mornings
when you looked completely
exhausted.
I shouldn't have let you go
to the cinema night
after night.
What is it, Stig?
What is what?
There's something more than
Sigge
and failing in school.
Surely you can tell me,
I'm your mother.
Another time, when you're
older and wiser.
Where's Dad?
Urban Sahlin,
Stig Santesson...
Stig Santesson.
Not present.
Karl-Erik Schoon.
Ingvar Thunell.
"Fear of the Lord is the
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