I'd like to speak to Mr Höglund.
He's in the office.
It was about the rent, sir.
Oh yes, it's due today. You're late, by the way.
You'd better pay it to Wallin, I'm going home now.
But I've no money. We've been ill.
Can't I have a respite till the spring?
You're crazy. It's for this year's bookkeeping.
You must pay it tonight.
Can't I have a respite?
I don't want to be unfair.
What's today? 3rd December.
You can bring the money on Xmas Eve.
But I can't scrape it together by then.
It's impossible.
You can sell your fine cart-horse.
I want the money on Xmas Eve.
Or out you go. With a flea in your ear.
The bastard. The sodding bastard.
I'm no better than the beasts.
No wonder I can't go to church.
My wages are nil.
But Höglund gets money from the public relief
for having me here.
"I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief."
This meadow
and the castle
and the woods
and the fields
are mine as far as the eye can see.
My estate is under my mercy
and my domains for thousands of years.
But this is hidden from most.
I have drawn a line in the air with the ray of my eyes
and made an invisible fence round all this estate
and enclosed the very air above
though you cannot understand.
Sven!
You're to help Mrs Höglund with the Christmas cleaning.
Stop that squabbling. Can't you be nice to each other?
At least on Xmas Eve.
I've finished now.
Anyone at home?
Here's Santa Claus. It smells of Christmas.
Has the post come?
Yes, Father.
Can Sven clean the office windows now?
Good morning, sir.
Oh, it's you, Månsson. About time too. Sit down.
Merry Christmas. Have you got the money?
Yes, but it was hard.
I've sold the horse and been to the pawnbroker.
Where there's a will there's a way.
Couldn't I pay by instalments?
We're broke now.
You've already had three weeks.
I've got it all here
but couldn't I pay some of it in March?
Oh no, my friend. You pay it now.
That's how it is in business.
One, two, three...
Quite correct.
Thank you, Månsson. I've written a receipt.
I'll just sign it.
Once again Merry Christmas.
Don't think I'm fussy about such a measIy sum.
It's the principle of the thing. To pay on the right date.
I managed it this year, said the cobbler and hanged himself on New Year's Eve.
What the hell do you want?
What's this? Why do you bring this?
Wait!
This belt is for you.
It's from Father.
Merry Christmas!
For the first time in these parts
the worId's gayest abortion
Miss Flora, the legless woman.
She can neither walk or dance
but wriggles along like a snake.
I earn my living by being on show
as Flora the legless woman, you know.
My fiancé is a handsome man
who gives me kisses when he can.
But when he wants more than a kiss, you see
he embraces my twin sister, not me.
And then his bliss is complete, heigh-hop!
For she is the lady without a top!
-I'd like a ride on that. -It's too dangerous.
-But I want to. -It's risky.
I want to all the same.
-Are you sure you dare? -I bloody well am!
Let me go!
Faster!
-So long. -It was a nice evening.
Be seeing you.
Glad to meet you.
We'll make a good deal.
We have before, so why not again?
Vera! In that nice car!
For God's sake shut up!
-What is it? -I've got something for you later.
There's that idiot.
Come in! Dinner's ready.
I was thinking...
You needn't let people know that...
That you're my brother.
I'll ask if you can have a better place to sleep.
This is...
Father, they've come.
Have a go. Try and hit that white one.
It will be interesting to try.
Bull's eye! - Fetch it!
Bloody god for a pastor.
We cannot keep silent while gypsies, Jews and others
sneak into our country, poisoning our community
and pinching out money and work.
We know that resolute men with a will of steel
can put a stop to it.
We have onIy to look out over the worId.
It is happening now, my friends.
Let us show out firmness tomorrow
when those damn reds have their meeting.
We'll teach them to shut up.
This can be the fatal hour of our struggle.
But today we'll muster our strength and enjoy ourselves.
Three cheers for our generous host!
Attention!
Dear friends.
I hope you feel welcome and have a good appetite.
We have very few of the fair sex
but I've asked my wife and Mrs Berghald to lend a hand.
I'm glad to see you all here.
Here's the chicken.
Oh, my quarry!
Cock-adoodle-doo! Wake up!
We're going to have some fun.
Put this dress on.
No.
Put it on, I say!
No, I won't.
-No, I won't. -Do as I say!
Here's a little poppet with something to drink.
May I have the pleasure?
Let him go! Leave him alone!
What's biting you? Can't we have some fun?
What's the use of this?
Heavens above Sven!
Just look at you! Come on in, my dear boy.
He must stay here. He can sleep in the parlour.
It's a bloody shame.
Drink this hot milk. It's soothing.
There now. Sleep well.
I've come to take him home.
Home! He lives here now.
Work for me.
Like hell he does. He works for me.
He ran away a few weeks ago. Now I need him.
You treat him like an animal.
Don't you talk to me like that.
I have the custody of this half-wit. He has all he needs.
He's not half-witted. He works for me and gets a wage.
I don't argue with bloody peasants.
What are we to do with the likes of him?
Here are your wages.
Don't be afraid of that Höglund any more.
There's an ad in the paper today.
"Indian Big Chief with sidecar
onIy 400 kronor, good as new."
-I've onIy got... -You can borrow from me.
We'll go and look at it tomorrow.
Look straight ahead.
Now a nice big smile.
No, it's better serious.
That was fine. You did it very well.
Now drive round the yard.
You're ready to take your test.
You must get a good-conduct certificate.
I've got photos.
Have you?
Let's look at them.
It's me in all of them.
That's fine.
-Any first names besides Sven? -Gösta.
Write your name right there.
There's a letter for you.
A letter for you, Sven.
Use the knife.
Well, I'm damned.
Höglund must have stopped it.
What has happened?
They won't give you a certificate of fitness.
You must have it for a driving licence.
I'll ring and ask what the hell they mean.
I've spoken to the parson too. He said you were mentally deranged.
And he never met you.
Höglund told him to say it.
He's like a king in these parts.
His word is law.
But I'll show the bastard.
Dear friends, my warmest thanks to Mr and Mrs Andersson
for looking after me so generousIy.
Soon the hour of destiny will strike
and we will combat the enemy side by side.
You cared for me, let me live with you
in a proper room with wallpaper
paid me a wage so that I could bye this English overcoat
and take driving lessons and appIy for a driving licence.
I'll gladIy work till the sweat runs
because I get real money once a week.
Mr Andersson helped me and a lawyer
spoke to those in authority and the press came
and a doctor examined me at the madhouse.
He said I was fit to drive and wasn't an idiot.
Mr Andersson sat up every night writing
and put out a lot of money.
He spoke to the police and stopped them from taking me away.
Mr Höglund had to give in.
They gave me a certificate
and wrote that folk are not to be kept in a calf-pen.
In the end I got my licence.
I got a real driving licence!
A hot dog. No mustard.
Simple Simon is out for a ride!
Fine motorbike you've got, Sven.
Where's the tooter? Is that it?
That's for you.
Goodness gracious! What...
Have you made this?
Why are we to have...
Because...
Help!
I didn't see anyone... a sack...
He kicked and beat me.
He smelled of smoke.
It's awful.
Why must the road go over my land? It's to go through the bog.
Your land? You onIy rent it.
But I have a lease.
It was decided at the meeting and all have agreed.
Hell!
Sven, wake up! The pigsties are in fire!
Fetch more water!
My lawyer wants a word with you.
You've been careless about your bills.
No, I've... How did you get hold if them?
We have our connections.
About the lease... Can't we go inside?
Yes, this leasehold...
It adjoins my land and I'd like to take it over.
Is this your famous motorbike?
Do you keep it in here at night?
Yes.
Must have cost quite a lot.
Four hundred.
Where is Bengt?
I can't here you.
Where is Bengt?
He used to drive the car.
Oh, he quit.
He drank too much. He was fired.
A nice bike, this. Very nice.
Those bastards are hand in glove.
He'll just have to take it over then.
And the bills he has ferreted out.
They turn the law inside out.
But we'll find a way. You've had enough.
I'll drink as much as I want.
I suppose they'll auction all out things now.
How else can we scrape it together?
-Have a dram, Sven. -No, thanks.
You'll bloody well have a dram and be human.
Well, it's late.
Let's go to bed.
It's your fault.
It's all your fault.
It's all because you came.
I can't help it.
Why did you come here?
You've ruined everything. You and your motorbike.
Don't touch me, you idiot. Don't touch me! Leave me alone!
Darling Anna...
Five chairs, who'll bid a krona?
-One ten. -One ten.
One twenty-five. Going, going, gone.
-One thirty. -Too late.
Here's a cushion with a Chinese pattern.
25 öre.
-50 öre. -That's the way...
They've taken it! My motorcycle!
They've passed through here.
Anything there?
-I can't see anything. -Dive deeper.
It's here.
No!
"Behold, my servant shall deal prudentIy, he shall be exalted
and extolled and be very high.
As many were astonished at thee
his visage was so marred, more than any man
and his form more than the sons of men;
He is despised and rejected of men;
a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief."
I know I can talk to him.
I cannot take that responsibility.
-He is such a kind man. -He is armed.
He is an idiot. - Onwards!