THE INVISIBLE
I'm so proud of myself and of Nicklas, of course-
- that we have come so far.
You know...
Ever since Gunnar, Nicklas' father, died-
- we have had to struggle.
But today we're enjoying the fruits of our labour.
And today Nicklas really is the son that I've always wanted to have.
Cheers!
You're rather pale. Do you suffer from insomnia?
No.
Remember the Writers' Institute that I talked about? In London?
Are you going out in that's weather? Change...
It doesn't fit with the trousers.
Great! Thanks!
- You don’t want to know the story? - No, why?
What are you doing?
- Why are you smiling? - I was thinking about something.
Congrats!
Will you come to my party tomorrow?
Sorry, Sussie... I'd love to, but I'm busy.
You could be busy with me...
- See you at dinner tonight. - What?
Your mother invited me. Didn't she tell you?
He hasn't got anything.
Take his hand.
There you are!
You wanna lose it?
Then get the money, for Christ's sake!
Girls!
They're just like football to me We attack, defenders they'll be
But when we think we’re in control There's the goal keeper, another soul
And we can never shoot a goal Since girls glide Like a soap in a bowl
Thanks, Ludwig, quite revealing. - Nicklas, your turn.
Shit, I'm getting nervous.
Okay...
I look ahead
But I see nothing
The mist of uncertainty lies heavily over the path
Far ahead I hear someone call out my name
An uncertain voice from an uncertain place
I'm still here
Travelling with all the others afraid of going their own ways
But I can't defy the voice
I can't close my eyes smile and stay like all the others
I have to go
I must sneak away in the night
Alone
Unobserved
Without farewell
Very good, Nicklas, really good.
Yeah...
On Wednesday you’ll have questions on these poems.
You heard me?
Hello.
Have you been biting your nails or was it your wife who...?
Oh no, I'm not married yet, thank heavens!
Don't look at me Like that. I needed a new mobile.
And how will you dial without fingers?
You must stand up for yourself. You mustn’t keep getting run over.
That's easy for you to say. When you talk people listen.
But when I say something...
Forget it.
How much does he owe you? How much?
Is that enough?
Fuck off!
You're so fucking wrecked.
Annelie!
In a month you've got your exam. Why do you behave Like this?
That's none of your bloody business. I do what I want.
Not in this school.
Well, you can go now.
She has no future.
But you have, Nicklas.
Nicklas, Susanna's glass is empty.
Has Nicklas told you that we're moving to Stockholm?
No. What a coincidence! I'd Like to move to Stockholm, too.
That'd be nice!
For all of us.
We're pretty sure that Nicklas will be accepted at the school of economics.
How exciting!
And after that I've already got him a job as a stockbroker.
- That's a good start. - How perfect!
Shall we give it to him?
Open it.
Try it on!
- I don't want to. - Please! Do it for me.
For us.
You Look great!
- Are you sure about this? - Hell, yes.
Was that a joke, or what?
- Great. - Watch out...
Come in.
- Hi. - Hi.
From Petra and Sebastian. They both need a paper on Strindberg tomorrow.
They are ready.
The time has come.
- I'm leaving. - Sure, I've heard that one before.
London. I have an interview at the Writers' Institute.
I don't know if I'll be accepted but I have to try.
Shit! Tomorrow night! Does your mom know about this?
- What do you think? - If she learns about it...
She will...
When I'm gone.
But, you’ll be back, right?
Christ, this is crazy.
It's my life, nobody else’s. I must decide for myself.
If I stay here, I'll die.
Are we gonna do it or not?
They're still there.
Normally they’ve left by now.
What are you on about? It's fucking empty!
- What are you doing? - Hey, take it easy!
We'll be back later. It’s too risky right now.
- Give me the key. - Is it risky now?
Give me the key!
What the hell...
Shit!
Shit! Shit!
Come on...
Are you fucking crazy, or what...?
Watch out!
What are you doing?
I'm off to school.
Leave the bag here.
Hell, no!
What did you say?
When you get the balls to do the job yourself, then you can have the stuff.
Shit!
Shit...
Fucking shit...
This is the Police. What can I do for you?
I've got information about a robbery.
Hello, this is Kerstin.
- I want to come with you. - What?
Why?
I want to leave, too. I want to be free, just like you.
You are...you are my only friend.
It wouldn't work.
I need someone to write to.
- Take it easy. - You, too.
Mom, I can explain.
Explain? Explain what? There's nothing to explain.
I thought we were friends.
I thought we trusted each other.
And then you do this to me.
Explain one thing to me, Nicklas.
What else do I have to do?
I need to know that.
Answer me!
Haven't I tried to give you everything you need?
I’m your mother, Nicklas. I love you.
All I want is that you'll have a future.
But if you think that you'll be happy this way, go ahead...
Marcus, Marcus!
Yes?
You’re wanted on the phone.
Do you mind...
- Yes, it's Marcus. - Hi. They got me.
- They found the stuff in my locker. - Oh, no...
Is it true? Shit!
- You haven't said anything? - Sure, I did. Do you think I'm stupid?
Anyway, they'll let me go.
There'll be a trial.
How did they find you?
A fucking squealer! I know who it was.
Do you need help?
I’ll take care of it myself.
A beer, please.
Hi.
- Interested in going to London? - Sure. Why not?
Have a nice time.
Stop it! It wasn't me.
- Who the hell was it, then? - I don’t know. I promise...
No, okay. I'll tell you. I’ll tell you.
Don't hurt me anymore.
Why are you laughing?
Imagine that my mom could see you now.
Yeah, that'd be funny...
You are so very...very...
...ugly.
There he is.
What?
Hi!
Well...does it hurt?
What do you think now?
Let's hear...
What the hell are you doing?
You thought you could rat on me!
What the hell are you... Ouch!
What did you say?
So fucking perfect!
What did I do?
Please, stop it.
You're killing him!
Annelie, Listen...
That's enough. It's all over now.
Okay?
What are you doing here? You were leaving for London...
Why are you still here? Why?
Take him...
What are we going to do?
Take him.
I killed him.
What did you say?
Nicklas Ericsson! He ratted on me and I crushed his fucking head.
Why the hell did you come here?
What do you think? Is this some kind of Jeopardy, or what?
You must give me an alibi, of course!
Get lost!
Stolen, stolen, stolen, stolen, stolen, stolen, stolen, stolen...
I knew you’d stand up for me.
Hi.
Before talking about structure and prose-
- I suggest we analyse your poems.
And I'd Like to start with Nicklas' poem. Anyone?
- Well, it... - It didn’t rhyme.
A poem must rhyme. That's the point!
- Jonas... - No, it doesn’t have to rhyme.
I found it very romantic, Like some Love poem or something.
I didn't get it. I found it rather stupid.
Hey, can I say something? I wrote it, right?
I found it fucking pretentious!
Nicklas must have serious problems since he writes shit like that.
Hey, you idiot...
He's always trying to be so difficult.
Hey, you've got bad ears, or what?
Can I say something?
Is this some fucking game, or what?
It's a fucking game, right? It's a fucking game!
Hello!
Fuck!
He left at about eight last night.
So that’s the last time?
Come on, pickup the phone. Get it!
Sorry! I just wanted to phone home, because...
Nicklas Ericsson? Well, he's in class right now.
Just a minute, I'll go and see.
He’ll check. He might be there.
Sure. He Probably slept over someplace.
Yes, but it's the first time. He usually gives me a call.
Mom...mom, it's me, it's Nicklas.
If he isn't at school we can always report it to start an investigation.
But I don't think you have to worry.
No, you're probably right. I’m sure he's there.
Hello!
Mom, hello!
Hello?
- Hello? - Hello!
- Do you hear me better now? - Yes, much better.
Good.
Check all roads leading out of town, and see if his name turns up...
Sure, right away.
Thanks. We’re talking with his mother, then we'll go to the school.
We're taking it seriously.
It's all so strange.
Mom...
- Excuse me. - Oh, I'm sorry.
I don’t understand what you’re looking for.
Nicklas. Who he is. What he does.
If he drinks, takes drugs, is fussy.
God, no! Nicklas isn't like that.
What's he Like then, Nicklas?
Clever, very clever. Number one in his class actually.
He'll continue studying at the school of economics.
No, I mean for real, as a person.
What’s that got to do with him not coming home?
Quite a lot...
What the hell is this all about?
By the way, has he got any friends?
No, yes...one, Peter something...
A foreigner. I've already spoken to him.
Well, we’ll have to check for safety's sake.
And Susanna! She's very nice! She had the party.
Larsson...
We just heard that he had an air ticket he didn’t use.
Was he planning to go away?
Yes, but he never left.
He changed his mind.
It was some kind of art school in London.
But he changed his mind.
Obviously...
Call me if you think of something else.
Mom, I'm dead.
This is exactly what gives our school bad reputation.
I hope you’ll resolve this quickly.
We can’t have this over us during the breaking- up ceremony.
He is no trouble-maker.
He's a really intelligent boy. A thinker.
He had a fuss the other day with a former pupil.
- A former...? - Expelled! Annelie...
Tullgren?
We let her go yesterday.
Shit!
Why did you kill me? Why?
Hello, Annelie.
Wow, it's high up!
That’s why I never made fireman.
Well, it was cocky to rob the watchmaker’s as you did.
But rather stupid to hide the stuff in your locker at school.
You've got a point, or what?
Do you think it was Nicklas Ericsson who ratted on you?
- You know he’s missing, don’t you? - What did you say?
- Where were you last night? - In the woods, crushing my head.
I was with Marcus.
Well, he surely remembers that.
Will you miss school?
Fuck off!
Well, if you say so.
You killed me because you thought that I had ratted on you.
Hi.
Yes, I know. Take it easy.
Let's meet there in twenty minutes.
It sucks.
I'm the worst ghost in the world. I can't do anything.
I can’t take revenge. I can't even fright you to death.
Annelie, the police came. They were looking for you.
Not now, Victor.
That's a great idea. Run away! Then they'll know you did it.
Mom is angry. She says you’re a fool.
But I like you.
- What did you do this time? - Move!
You're not going anywhere before telling me what you've been up to.
- Tell mom what you've done. - Move over or I'll move you...
Don't come back. Nobody wants you here.
Five minutes Left...
Can you give me the towel?
So he left you around midnight?
Yes, he's so incredibly silly.
Oh?
Well, we were just going to...
Well...you know, and then he just left.
Maybe you’re not his type.
What do you mean ''not his type''? Would you say no to this?
I'm more of a hockey fan.
- Why meet here? - Don’t bother! Shut up!
What the hell are you doing here? Call the police.
You've all burnt your clothes?
Yes, but we’ve got to getaway from here, because if they find him...
Stay cool! They won't find him.
Unless there’s a squealer.
You little rat...
- Now what? - We keep quiet.
Get it?
Well...
Can I help you?
Yes, could you please check the oil? I think it's leaking out.
Nice car.
Is it your car, Marcus?
Why? You wanna buy it, or what?
No, I can’t afford it with my police salary.
Annelie Tullgren said she was with you Last night. Is that true?
Yes.
At the robbery at the watchmaker's, too?
What watchmaker?
Someone ratted on her, and now a guy from her school is missing.
Do you get that?
Well?
What?
The oil...
Is there a leak?
No. There’s no Leak.
It'll be quite unpleasant if something has happened to Nicklas Ericsson.
Nicklas, who?
You were right. It was all lying there.
A start-up that goes bankrupt. Things are just waiting to be bought.
Great!
Tell me more.
Well, we need a loan to buy it all, before anyone else does.
- It's all junk. Can’t you see that? - She knows nothing...
Shut up!- Don't let her decide everything. Think for yourself!
- This is none of your business. - Shut up!
- Don't say that to your mother! - She's not my mom.
I can’t stand it anymore.
Do something, say something.
What do you want me to say? You know it’s impossible.
- She's always arguing. - You must try!
You know, it's hard for me...
Think of me and victor! Do you want him to become like her?
You'll have to choose! Kick her out or...
So fucking crazy...
- It isn't her fault. - And it sure isn't mine!
She should have stayed in the foster home and leave us alone.
Shit!
I look ahead
But I see nothing
The mist of uncertainty Lies heavily over the path
Far ahead I hear someone call out my name
An uncertain voice from an uncertain place
I'm still here
Travelling with all the others afraid of going their own ways
But I can't defy the voice
I can't close my eyes smile and stay like all the others
I have to go
I must sneak away in the night
Alone
Unobserved
Without farewell
I'm alive.
Shit, I'm alive.
- Nicklas! - Nicklas!
Nicklas!
I need them more than you do now.
Nicklas Ericsson's disappearance engages a whole community, a region.
And that...- Shit!
Nicklas Ericsson's disappearance engages a whole community, a region.
So far the police have no clues, no tracks to follow.
So for the searchers tonight...
Hello?
What do you mean ''tomorrow'?
Just don't do anything stupid.
She'll be there.
Good. You’re right.
- What will we do? - Prepare...
Just stay cool.
Tomorrow everything will be fine.
Here, I found something.
Larsson!
Well, his mother says it's his watch.
What else did you find?
There was a Lot of blood in the woods.
Yeah...
We found hair as well, so quite many samples are from the head.
- Okay, which means...? - You've got to find me before I die.
Regarding the loss of blood and so on, I think you're Looking for a dead guy.
No, no. He's wrong. He's so fucking wrong!
Shall we bring in the young people?
No, only the small guy, Peter. We'll start with him.
And we’ll concentrate the search to around the site of the find.
Okay.
I'm not dead. I'm still lying out there somewhere.
Hello, is Peter home?
Yes, come in.
Stop!
Bye!
What do you think about this?
Hey! You're gonna shoot air, or what?
Thanks.
- He just fell asleep. - Good.
- Is everybody ready? - Yes.
Okay, then...
Good morning.
Well, this is a bit embarrassing, but I suppose we have to let you go.
Do something, for Christ's sake! Threaten him!
But before you leave...
Have you got the slightest idea where Nicklas Ericsson can be?
No.
You were best friends, weren't you?
- I've got many friends. - Yes, but this one could be dead.
You can go now.
You will do something, right?
You're gonna follow him. That's it!
You fucker...
Yeah, I see him. He's Leaving now.
Get in the car.
- Hello. - It's me, come to the bridge.
- No, I can't. - Cut it out. Come right away!
Hello?
I'll be there.
I don't like this.
She’s the one who killed him. We were just going to mark him.
Yeah, I know.
What the hell are you doing here?
You'll have to talk with me.
Where is she?
You'll have to talk with me.
Talk with you?
What the hell are you doing here? Don’t you realize she's a psycho?
It doesn’t matter.
Are you nuts? She's fucking crazy! We'll have to do something...
Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
Do you think you can threaten me? Do you?
She forced me to come.
Who the hell are you?- Who is he?
It's some nerd from school.
Beat it!
Attis, get the car.
It's a pity you’re so fucking stupid.
We could have been such a happy and successful couple.
I don't think so. Your cock is too small.
- Boo! - Drop the gun!
Get her!
She's heading your way.
They'll get you!
Never!
You can’t keep me here. You've got nothing on me.
Marcus, it's been a long day. Can’t you just...be quiet.
Do you see the woman there?
It's Nicklas Ericsson's mother.
It could as well have been your mother, Kalle.
Where is Nicklas?
We don’t know what you are talking about.
Okay.
Bring in the parents.
What the hell is this?
You can go to your cell now.
She looks nice, your mom.
Where is Nicklas Ericsson?
What's wrong?
Honestly, we put him right here.
Someone must have moved him.
We've been at Tullgren's. She's not here.
Okay, but leave someone there in case she turns up. Over.
Where did you put me?
No, don’t run away. Please!
Peter, do you know what happened to the body?
- Answer him. - No, I don't know anything.
They're lying.
- Nicklas was going away. - Yes, but he didn't.
I don’t know anything.
''Accessory in murder'' is a serious matter.
We'll be back when we've found the body.
Annelie, I know you can hear me. I saw that at the bridge.
You must listen. You must tell someone where I'm lying.
You're just making things worse. They'll get you anyway.
You can't getaway.
I haven’t much time Left.
I'm dying and you’re the only one who can help me.
Annelie!
You know I’m here.
I'm alive.
I'm alive. Alive!
Please, Annelie, Listen to me.
Look on top.
Nicklas Ericsson disappeared three days and four nights ago.
Annelie Tullgren is wanted by the Police since then.
The girl is armed and considered dangerous to the Public.
The Police think she's still in the vicinity-
- and colleagues from other districts help them, setting up road blocks.
- Peter. - Are you alone?
- Hang up! - You’re not...
Meet me in the auditorium in ten minutes.
But I can't...
Peter, did you hear me? Hang up!
Shit!- Give me a break!
I'll be there.
- You must help me. - With what?
I must get out of town.
Why should I help you?
Because if you don't I'll blow your brains out.
I'm so fucking tired of this.
Shit! You're fucking crazy!
Look at yourself! You blame everyone else, but never yourself!
- You killed Nicklas for nothing. - You better watch it!
Don’t you see? He didn't do anything.
What the hell are you talking about?
He never ratted on you.
I just said so to protect myself.
It wasn’t me either.
He is dead.
And it's my fault.
It's all my fault.
Stay calm.
- Think of what you're doing, Annelie. - Backup.
Can’t you just give me the gun? Don’t make things worse!
Annelie...
Tell them where I am. Now!
Don't come after me!
You can't get away from me.
One way or another... I'll always be in your head.
You've got no conscience?
Don’t you regret what you did? Are you so fucking cold?
Oh, yeah, one should pity you. One should really pity you, right?
Poor, little Annelie! All alone in the world.
But we’re all all alone, you know, and we don't end up Like you.
Do you think she is proud now?
Do you think your mom is proud of you now?
Who is it you wanna blame? Mom? Dad?
Or maybe it’s your stepmother's fault.
Hell, no. It’s your fault! It's all your fault!
You get it?
I sometimes wished my mom was dead.
I know it’s an awful thing to say, but it's true.
I've always done what she wanted me to do. I never dared to object.
I really wish I had done something.
If I'd been a bit more Like you, maybe we wouldn't be sitting here.
But you can still do something.
It's not too late.
Tell the police where you moved me.
I didn’t move the body.
Peter, hurry up!
Coming.
No, Peter.
Please, Listen to me.
Don't do it.
Peter...
It's not too Late. Okay? It's not over yet.
Peter, Listen to me.
Peter...
What are you doing? What are you doing?
What are you doing here?
I moved you.
I put you...
...in the locks.
Peter, hurry up! We're waiting for you.
THE POLICE
We’ve found him.
He's alive, but he's weak.
Hello?
What a relief to see your ugly mugs again!
What’s wrong?
Happy to see me, too?
Beat it!
I said ''beat it''!
Drive.
He’s weak.
- How long? - Five minutes.
I'm losing him.
I'm Losing...
He's gone.
Get down on your knees.
- What are you going to do? - What do you think?
But why? What have I done?
You're the one who ratted on me. I killed a guy and it’s your fault.
Recharging!
- He isn't dead. - Shut up!
I promise, it’s true. I heard it at the police station.
You didn’t kill him.
They've found him. He's alive.
He's back.
Please, Annelie...
Don’t move.
Nicklas, Nicklas!
- Will he make it? - We'll do everything we can.
You'd better wait outside.
Come on...
Stethoscope...
Thorax, as well?
Yes, it appears so.
We did everything we could...
But it wasn't enough.
I'm awfully sorry.
No, he's alive.
The body is alive, but the brain is dead.
His...soul has left him.
We must do something.
There's nothing we can do.
Nicklas will never recover from this condition.
No.
I won’t give up. He'll come back to me.
I'll never let him die.
You can't leave me Like this.
Turn off the engine! Come out of the car, with your hands over your head.
- Sorry. - Excuse me.
Hello.
This way.
Wait!
Okay, you go that way...
Let's see if we can get a cup of coffee...
Come.
It's here...
What are you doing here?
- I've got to talk to him. - He can’t talk.
His brain is dead. He'll never come back to me, and it’s your fault.
Forgive me.
Stop it!
Why do you only think of you? What you’ve got, what you need.
Why can't you just let go?
Tell her that I'm here.
- He's here. - What?
I can't explain it, but I...
I know what he wants.
What are you talking about?
Tell her that she went into my room.
You went into his room.
- After I had disappeared. - After he was gone.
You looked around.
Touched his things...
Read one of his poems for the first time.
- You almost cried. - Stop it!
He was there with you in the room.
He read the poem with you.
Saw you.
Stop it!
No, you must hear this.
You must understand this.
His only wish is that you should know who he really is.
You must let go of him!
He'll always be therewith you.
I should have brought a flower or something, but I didn’t have time.
Help me.
I can't.