The week after my mom met my dad she won a camera on the lottery,
Dad thought that the camera should be his because be paid for the ticket,
Mom said that to get a part of the reward he'd have to marry her.
And so they did.
Maria Larsson's Eternal Moments
My moms name was Maria, my dads was Sigfrid, but he went by Sigge.
And they named me Maja.
-Should we play, Maja? -Not today, Mrs. Ost is coming.
-She's coming here? -To us.
Mrs. Ost was my teacher.
That she was visiting was more than I could dream of.
-Such beautiful craft. -Dad made it.
-What a great dad Maja has. -My man was at sea once.
-There you go. -Thank you so much.
-Here's a book Maja can borrow. -Thank you, Mrs. Ost.
-Maja told me you've been reading. -"Unkle Tom's Cabin".
Excuse me.
Dear Lord.
Come Stina, Stina come Come to dad
Come to daddy, come to daddy, Come! Oh come to daddy!
-No Let het go. -Come, come, com...
Let go! Let go!
God's light shall not forget him
And the sun can't hide
Forgotten
There, now you each have a picture of the old King, as a memory.
Here we have our old King Oskar.
I loved school more than anything else.
Mrs. Ost was both nice and smart and just strict enough.
I dreamed about being a teacher.
Anyone has any questions?
Maja!
Did King Oskar hit his princes and princesses?
King Oskar only had princes, Maja. But if he had little princesses-
-and they did something that made them deserve it...
Yes, then I think they'll get a bit of spanking by the King.
It was always uncertain times for work in the docks.
Dad was strong like a bear, so he usually managed to find something.
Assholes! You think you can do whatever you want to with us?
Not even a drop.
The backyards were full of children and the houses were old
At the toilet we always stomped our feet to scare the rats.
But mom kept the house clean. She said "you see what you want to see".
Moms pride was her old sewing machine. It had taken her a while to pay it off.
She could sow anything. She took 50 pennies for pants with zipper.
-Should I sow a coat as well? -No, I don't think so.
It's never as clean as when Maria was with us.
-Isn't she going to come back? -I have the children.
Ah yes. Maria has a daughter who is old enough to work?
Maja... Maja is still in school.
Let me know when she is old enough. The sooner the better.
Sigfrid Larsson...
Drunk in a public space again.
Almost everyone we knew were members in the sobriety group.
But every time dad broke his promise, we were kicked out.
After a while we could come back in, until we got kicked out again.
Are you on the right path now?
Is it nice?
-Si... -Signe.
-Why does it say Signe? -Yeah, they misspelled Maria.
Ah they spelt it wrong. - Ville, the accordion.
Here, dad.
But down to the ship Hulda that was the ships name
A drunk sailor slinks through his girls arms.
With tears on the cheek.
The lodge had two passwords: freedom och reckoning.
-If you didn't know, you didn't in. -Reckoning
The password should be secret...
-Good day mom. -Oh Sigge!
Grandma loved dad, but we didn't love her.
-Good day little Maria. -Good day old lady.
-Say hello to grandma now. -Good day.
In the forest there was a house It was the home of need
Thou father of the house was a drinker
It was a cold and bitter night And the man has gone
In the home there is no bread And the fire has gone out
Tell me, my friend who listens. Tell me, you want more?
A drink that life and health take And wrecks house and home
Tear down satans yard And don't be a slave to thee
Let the glass be empty, for Jesus And everything will be fine
No one could dance like my dad.
Mom said he could've had anyone, but he had chosen her.
Tonight I was proud over you, Sigge
Now, promise me...
No more!
-No more alcohol! -Yes, damnit!
I'm sorry...
-Stockholmer, take a shot! -No thank you.
"When I for a week left the watchman"-
-"my opinion of socialism had taken form. I was an anarchist".
-Anarchist. -Here, Sigge. Read this.
Uh huh. "The Socialistic Youth Party...".
-Are you leaving when I get there? -Where else are we gonna get money?
You shouldn't clean the house of those damn capitalist swines.
-Where have you learned such words? -"Such words", I mean what I say.
Where's Ville? Kalle came home, all blooded up.
-And with wet pants as well. -Kalle started it.
-Give the boy a real spanking! -I raise my children, not some hag!
-Did you do it? -Kalle started it.
I said, did you do it?
Kalle was talking crap about dad.
Kalle said that dad was a drunk.
Ville just tried to protect dad.
-Maja didn't do anything, stop it! -No one ever died from a little beating.
Hello!
Do you want a drink?
-Mom... -Hello!
Shut up, you damn Finn! Let my children sing.
No, that's enough!
What a hell. Are people not allowed to have fun?
-So an angel watches over the children. -Let the children sing for the captain.
This is nice kids, it's nice. - What a hell are you talking about?
What is he saying? What's this fuzz about?
No, what a hell are you doing? You damn Finn...
Stop! Stop!
Stop!
No...
Stop!
Take a caramel here, and then go look at the birds.
It's canary birds.
All men are bastards, you know that right?
You can't move here with your kids just because your husband is being mean
Dad...
It's Sigge. I can't stay with him anymore.
He promises he'll sober up, but he always breaks his promises.
-Can dad help with money? -Think, Maria,,,
What God has planned for us, no one knows...
-He hits me and the children. -You shall stay with Sigrid.
Until you die.
No man shall break what was sealed with God.
Leave now, I'm going home.
Home?
To Kristina,
Dad, moms dead.
Yes.
-Drop it, God damnit! -It's a strike, damnit.
This is how it is, yes Maria, now you have the old man at home all day.
It's a strike, now the riches will know what we are worth.
What we are worth! What are we worth without money?!
I'm not allowed to clean anymore, and I sow all night long.
No more cleaning the riches, soon we'll be rich.
Here you someone who is fast and hot like burning coal.
-No, not now! Sigge! -Have me in the sauna? Come on!
-No, let me go! -Easy, easy...
-Stop! -Oh no...
Leo, no.
Come here Leo!
Get out! - Sorry, he's just a puppy.
Yes this camera, is there any use for it?
-Use? -I've had it for so long.
-I don't know if it's any good. -Well, let's see.
Yes...
Oh it's a beauty. It is a Contessa,
-Is there any film in it? -Film?
-Oh yes. -Is it worth anything?
-You want to sell it? -Yes
-What is it worth? -I'm not sure...
It's a beautiful camera, but...
Leave it here a couple of days and I'll get you a price.
Yes, yes, okay then.
Aren't you leaving a name?
-A name? -So I know who it belongs to.
Yes! Yes, Larsson,
Mrs. Larsson... sounds like you're not from the country.
No, I was born in Finland, in Raivola.
Pedersen is the name.
I'm from Denmark. Odense.
-No, you should keep it. -Yes?
-Thank you. -Welcome back.
Mrs. Larsson!
Piff, paff, puff!
Come back tomorrow and I'll give you a price and I'll show you the film.
Go home!
-Go home till England! -Go home! Go home!
Dad didn't care too much about politics,
But he couldn't stomach letting the English doing his work.
Damn England!
-Here you'll see Mrs. Larsson. -Oh no, that's what I look like?
The picture is a bit torn up because the film was old.
I don't understand how it works.
Ah...
Can I have Mrs. Larsson's hand? Here you go.
Look!
There!
A miracle.
Hold it.
Don't tell me you're going to sell this great camera without trying it out.
If you have five minutes, I'll show you how to use it.
-Good luck. -Thank you.
You have to sit completely still.
And remember, not a word about this to anyone. Anyone!
-It's our little secret. -What about dad?
No, especially not dad.
A miracle.
...and three loaded packets
And the red light.
-Mr. Grevelius, Mrs. Larsson, -Good day.
And developer and films.
I can't take this, I don't have any money.
You've got the camera that I'm going to buy. I'll pawn it.
-Yes but... -You can use it.
And then I'll deduct the material from the price of the camera.
Oh?
Yes.
It's going to get nasty if we don't accept these conditions.
-Here you go. -Not going to let them get any ideas!
-We'll have to hit back. -Of course, we'll hit back.
-Don't you know who Kropotkin is? -No, I don't.
The anarchist that wrote this book.
And this...
No...
Here...
There are those fucking cunts laying around.
One should put a dynamite in their assholes.
Good thing not all of you strike.
You're awful, get up there.
You must not have gotten anything in a while.
What a hell...
-What is it? -Heck I don't know.
-What have they done? -No idea.
What a hell is wrong with you?
But... it is him.
Where have you been?
It's the strike.
The entire night?!
Tonight, big things has happened.
I'll tell, things has happened. Big things.
Really? You smell like perfume.
No perfume, it's dynamite!
I smell dynamite, perfume?!
Workers don't rat out. Period.
-but 1 000 crowns... someone will. -No!
What would you do it for then? 10 000 huh?
1 000 crowns! What couldn't one do with all that money?
You and me... and Sigge Jr.
Shape up! That's enough!
-But think about it. -..if you weren't stupid...
...if I could remember his name, that'd change things.
Anton,
Anton Nilsson,
-Anton Nilsson?, -Yes!
1 000 crown. Of course someone couldn't give their mouth shut.
Let's go in.
They have caught the murderer.
-What damn Murderer? -The man on Amalthea.
-That wasn't a murderer? -One dead and seven injured.
-They broke the strike. -They are people too, no?
"For the attack on the ship Amalthea as man has been Arrested"-
-"A Man who has has very strong circumstances".
"The arrested, Anton Nilsson belongs to the Socialistic Youth Party"-
-"where he is considered to be one of the most fanatic members".
"There is suspicion that other people helped him. Investigation is ongoing."
Where are you going?
-Where do you have it? -What?
Where have you got the money? The thousand crowns. You've rat him out.
-Where's the money? -I didn't do anything.
Sigge, I really don't have any money.
Sigfrid Larsson? You're coming with us.
-What is this about? -I think you know.
What's the big deal. Just a little slapping around.
You call one dead and several injured, "a little slapping around"?
You think that I have been blowing things up?
-I'm innocent. -The police thinks otherwise.
Sigge, what have you done?
Yeah, yeah...
Yes.
But now Dalman has to take care of the scum in here.
-It's been a while. -Dalman?
Yes, he'll have to sharpen the steel now.
I started to think about Tektor, does that name mean anything to you?
They had to chop his head three times before it finally fell off.
Well, don't worry, it wasn't Dalman who did it that time.
That's the way it is.
You've got a few vocalists here.
He's singing his last tune. But you're quiet.
-Mrs. Larsson?, -Yes, what is this about?
I just wanted to say that she shouldn't be afraid.
-I don't understand. -She shouldn't worry.
He hasn't blown anything up, at least not that night.
Sigge walked me home that night, you know, anything can happen.
Then things went they way it did. You know, he's a horny one.
Maybe I should talk to the police. What do you think Mrs. Larsson?
Eat now, little Sigge, so you get your strength back.
What do I need that for? Don't think I'll get work just because the strike is over
Good thing you knew that Matilda...
Damn kids, what are you guys doing? In America you'd get arrested.
Things went well for aunt Toras husband in America.
He sent tickets to her and the kids so they could go there and be with him.
-Have a good trip. -Thanks.
-What this? -A camera.
Line up.
-Look into the camera. Look at me. -Yes.
One, two, three.
-We've got to hurry. -We've got to go.
Bye, bye!
I'll take care of this. I'll pawn it.
No, you're not taking it. And just so you know, I've already pawned it.
At photographer Pedersen on Sodra Forstadsgatan,
-Have you gone behind my back? -Who's gone behind who's back?
-If you're gonna start with this shit... -Here...
It was going to be a surprise for Christmas, but now it doesn't matter.
-I took it. -You did...?
After the strike dad didn't get any more work in the docks.
But dad never went long without some kind of work.
Larsson has a good hand for both animals and people.
Alund is leaving soon. He's obsessed with Socialism.
-You don't have that problem right? -No, thank you, I'm not.
"Then God created the people from Smaland and made them quick--"
-"happy and productive to be what was needed in a poor country."
Good, Maja, - Now it's your turn lngeborg.
-Me, Mrs.? -Yes, lngeborg, please stand up.
"I...know..."
louder, lngeborg,
"...a country on earth...one who...'"
No!
Enough, children!
It was a good try, lngeborg, please sit down.
Ingeborg! Ingeborg!
Ingeborg!
God who loves all children, look after me who's small.
Wherever I go in the world, let my fortune stay in Gods hands.
Luck comes, luck goes, thee who loves God luck gets.
Good. Time for bed, good night.
Here...
Good God, let lngeborg live again, I'm sorry, Let lngeborg live again.
Good evening, come in.
Yes, I was wondering... if Maria wouldn't photograph Ingeborg tomorrow?
For a memory. Maria will get paid.
Here you go.
I have never seen her so beautiful.
How much does it cost?
No, it doesn't cost anything. It's in Ingeborgs memory.
Oh...
Can I keep this?
This was just something I took before I took the actual picture
No, not just has the talent to see.
Mrs. Larsson's got it.
If I get this then you don't owe me anything for any products.
Piff, paff, puff, and it's done.
Mrs. Larsson, I have so many customers.
Now when my assistant is quitting, I thought... maybe...
...Mrs. Larsson would work for me?
-Me? -Yes.
But I can't.
The children and...
-Yes, Larsson and his little wife too. -Good day.
-Expecting another child, I see. -Thats right, director, number five.
Yes, such beautiful children you can't get enough of.
Borrow the wagon tomorrow and take the family for a trip.
-Thank you director. -You can be proud of your man.
Hope he takes just as good care of his wife as the horses.
Good day, thanks!
You apparently have a good connection with the upper class.
-This is Maggan, bookseller. -Sigfrid Larsson, ex Dock badboy.
Maria Larsson, good day.
Don't give that look, Sigge. Maggan is mine.
Well, what have we got here then?
Good day, good day.
-Ville! -Come on, Anton.
-Ville! -Yes, Ville!
-What did I tell you. -Great!
Leo!
Come!
Come now!
Leo, come!
Isn't dad going home too?
Why are you standing there staring? Go to bed!
Hello! Here's your own old flowerman with a flower delivery-
-to own little golden rose, here you go.
-From the fields I've worked. -Where have you been?
Get up! We're going to have fun. -Hey darling, get up!
Hey, little gnomes, hit the glasses and let us be be humorous
Mom, can we come along? Mom, can I bring the camera?
Now we going out for a ride damnit, that's just the way it is.
Stop!
-Stop! -Stop!
There, there...
Five Years Later
Good day.
We moved from Malmo to Limhamn, it was moldy and damp.
But there also was something we never had before.
Anna, go over to walk over there and... press the...
Oh! The light! Look at that.
Dad said that starting now things will get better.
We got two new siblings, Anna and Elon.
And now Ville was the family's musician.
Both dad and Ville got work in chalk canyon, and it was fulltime.
Maja, get in here!
-Leave Mausern alone damnit. -Dad was happy to get mobilized.
A world war can't be worse than the chalk canyon.
Get out the camera and take a picture of us so you've got a memory.
-I barely know where it is. -Englund, we're gonna take a picture.
Forget it! Not in the uniform.
Take Mausern and stand up now, Maggan wants a picture of her old man.
-What can I help you with? -Mr. Pedersen, isn't he here?
The photographer is busy.
Maybe I can help you instead?
I really rather talk to Mr. Pedersen.
Alright.
There's someone looking for Mr. Pedersen out here.
-One moment and I'll be there. -Okay.
Mrs. Larsson...
Yes, that wasn't yesterday.
My man wants to take a picture of himself in his uniform.
-It's one of those years... -Mr. Pedersen,
-Mr. Pedersen! -One moment Captain.
I'll need some paper and chemicals.
-Okay. -Mrs. Petren.
-Put on thee Brandenburg Gate for him. -Of course. - Excuse me.
Still taking photographs then?
I haven't had the camera out since long before we moved.
To Limhamn.
-There is the tram. -Tram number 4.
-The Captain can't wait any longer. -Almost five! I've got to go.
One moment, Captain.
Mrs. Larsson is one of our dearest customers.
-Alright. -Come back soon.
-Yes, okay. -Thank you.
Anytime...
There...
Maja, Mrs. Fagerdal also has a brother.
-Yes? -Sometimes he...
Nah, nevermind.
-Goodbye mom. -Goodbye.
Ernestine Fagerdal - Wigmaker.
This is my brother Algots watch, he collects them, authentic...
-Careful. -Yes Mrs. Fagerdal.
If Maja becomes a good maid like her little mother-
-then one day she might get to help me with the wigs.
I can't believe that they don't wash the hair before they sell it.
Maja, what are you waiting for? Unbutton me.
One penny per button she gets, but then she must help with the embrocation.
Think how one has to suffer for others filth.
-Algot, did you remember the embrocation? -Ja,
Do you want Maja to put some on you as well?
Not tonight.
Close up, damnit!
-I've got hell of a cold. -Is this your third round, Sigge?,
Yes, you better believe it, this was damn good.
-De don't even give us real bullets. -Who'd want to turn their back to you?
Dad said he never ate as well as he did during the war-
-and any they never saw the sight of any enemies.
With soup like this, only a fool would dare to go here.
One penny,
Two pennies,
Three pennies,
Four and five pennies,
They want me to lotion his back.
Dear Good, bless this food, amen.
It's extraordinary times we live in, everything is changing.
-Soon there'll be no borders in Europe. -No, Mr. Fagerdal.
My sister went to the Bylunds, Maja and I are all alone.
Maja, I think it's time to lotion my back now.
Maja has really smooth hands, just like her mom.
Maja, cute... Maja. Little nice Maja.
You have it good here don't you? Little sweet and kind Maja.
No, Maja. Maja! Maja! Maja!
Maja! Maja, open up!
You're misunderstanding me Maja... Open up, little kind Maja.
Open up Maja!
It was a shame about that misunderstanding.
It wasn't a misunderstanding, your brother is a real creep!
-What are you saying Maria? -I also had to do it.
I can't believe what I am hearing, my brother is a honor member...
-...at the royal theatre. -I'm glad you can't believe it.
You're lucky that Sigrid isn't here. If he'd find out...
Yes, but everyone likes Maja.
-so we'll find a place for her at one of my other friends.
Maja is also expecting some pay for working for you.
-We'll have to talk about that. -I really don't have the time to do so.
When the war had gone on for months in Europe the three Kings came to Malmo.
I'm sorry.
The Nordic Kings met up to talk about how they can keep out of the war.
Four salutes for the Kings, May them live, hooray, hooray, hooray!
-Is that my picture? -Yes, they bought the picture.
Here! It isn't much but maybe something extra for Christmas.
My picture... in the paper!
-Dad... -Good day dad.
Good day dad. Moms picture is in the paper.
-Is this at Larssons? -Yes.
But Sigge...
-What a hell are you doing? -Taking Christmas pictures.
Are you crazy or what?
-Get them out! -Sigge...
Here I come home after risking my life. Get the hags out of here!
-Now, who's turn is it? -Oh that would be me.
Look into the camera. Piff, paff, puff.
-Maggan has left me. -Again?
This time she took the kids as well.
My old lady is just fuzzing around with the damn camera.
Maria, she's such a darling.
Yeah, darling and darling...
She's hard.
Like a cold rock.
Back to Sahara.
Did you say "Sara"?
Sahara! The desert damnit, Englund.
The draught.
The cold.
The nights of silence.
No, look here...
Yuck, I only smell fish.
It sticks to you.
Smells good, like the ocean.
And you want to be an explorer...
How's the Confirmation coming along Maja? Do you know the Commandments?
Everyone dad, including number 7.
"You shall not commit adultery". Is that right?
"You shall love the Lord and you'll have a clean and honorable life".
"Both in words and acts one must take care of and love thee spouse".
I saw Maja and Gunnar kissing.
-What did you say? -I have seen Maja and Gunnar kissing.
Is that true? So she thinks she is every little punks woman?
What? I see everything, I see everything, know that.
If you kiss a boy, I see you.
So watch it!
Such lovely children, Maria.
Look at my Elsa, she's nothing.
Don't say that Anna.
What's to become of her? She's got nothing.
If I had known, I'd done like Mrs. Ahlstroms.
What do you mean?
She jumped from the kitchen table until the baby dropped.
I'd like to photograph her, can I do that?
-Elsa? -Yes.
Yes.
Yes, of course.
-How's things? -He's feeling a lot better.
Look after Elon for a little longer, I'm going to photograph little Elsa.
-But mom, Gunnar is already waiting. -Then he'll have to wait a little more.
Mom only cares about her pictures. And that Mr. Pedersen.
Oh, Sorry! Maja...
And dad just runs after others.
I don't understand why Mr. Pedersen wants a picture of me.
Kan I call you Maria?
-Of course... And Mr... -Ludwig... Efraim...
-Sebastian. -Yes, say Sebastia.
Sebastian.
Maria.
Is Mrs. Pedersen also interested in photography?
Can Maria look into the camera?
No, Mrs. Pedersen lives in Copenhagen these days.
...and is now Mrs. Listreus.
So, look here... Piff, paff, puff.
The war just went on so we nothing but rutabaga to eat.
Boiled rutabaga, fried rutabaga, mashed rutabaga.
But we didn't have to starve because dad was working in the mill.
But we were always hungry.
There's no point, Sigge,
Englund!
Are you back? So there never came a revolusion in Eslov either then?
And Maggan?
They have such beautiful eyes.
-They are looking at me. -Maja, honey.
How about this Englund, pigeon with sauce! Better than rutabaga.
In America they don't eat anything smaller than a turkey.
Isn't grandma also moving to America?
Soon the war will be over and aunt Tora will send a ticket.
-Then you'll be rid of me. -Is that a promise, is it?
Englund should go to America. Everyone can find what they want there.
-Good day, grandma. -Good day to you too, Sven.
It's okay to show up now, when grandma is visiting?
-Sven's been reading. -The Pastor says I'm book smart.
You're going to work hard like everyone else.
But you have the opportunity to be something, shouldn't one try?
My teacher has said that I can learn to read German with her.
-I want to be a teacher. -People want to be a lot of things...
And money doesn't fall from the sky, so that's enough with that.
Damn rutabagas!
Maybe it'll be a airballoon ride to America.
Dad had a hard time forgiving Englund for hanging himself.
Not because of the funeral costs, but because he lost his best friend.
Damn Englund, Damn Kropotkin!
Sigge! Look at this.
Isn't this your old lady?
Yes, it is.
-No, no no. -There, there, there.
-You'll have to come back tomorrow. -Open up the door!
-We're closed. -I know.
-Sigge... -No, no sorry we're closed.
-I don't understand, who are you? -What have you been up to with my old lady?
I'm taking this. If you have anything going on with her, watch out.
I'm just telling you, fucking photographer!
Come on, Sigge.
There... and now we can take of the socks as well.
-I'll jump down in the water. -Yes.
Dog paddle on the water.. So you'll be clean and nice.
-What is this? -Where did you get this?
I'm asking, what kind of shit is this?
Don't sit on your ass and lie to me straight in the face.
Was that easter bunny the only one you could cheat on me with?
-You've always been straight and narrow. -Answer! And watch it!
-The camera, it has to go! -No! You don't touch it.
You can damn bet yourself that I'm going to. Give it to me!
You're not getting the camera!
-I'm going to beat you to death. -Do it, and end it all!
-Behind my back! -Do it!
What?!
Yes, you and your women...
You're such a coward.
There, you've finished bathing.
There was seemed to never end, and we had one more mouth to feed. Erik.
-Erik... -He hasn't eaten all day.
Dad!
Erik has polio.
-I jumped from the kitchen table. -Why on earth?
Sigge forced himself on me. I didn't want to have the child.
My Erik, I tried to get rid of him.
-It's my fault his sick. -That was just something she made up.
She probably went to an abortionist.
It's not at all your fault Maria.
There, yes, good Erik. Good.
After several months Erik got to come home from the hospital.
-Hello kitty. -Yes, there it is.
-What's the cat doing? -Playing.
-What? -Playing.
Why's the kitty playing?
Mom...
-Look how nice he is. -Yes!
You are, you are so nice.
-The cat! -And that cat, yes.
He's waited for you for such a long time. He missed you. The cat.
No!
Shame on you!
I don't want it anymore. It's like the pictures take over.
-No... -I forget to be a mother.
-I become someone else. -No...
Let's have a cup of coffee.
What do you see, when you see through the lens Maria?
You see a world to explore, save and tell about.
For people who have seen that, for them, they can't just close their eyes.
There is no way back.
But maybe you'll take my portrait instead.
What do you say?
Paris!
The Catacombs!
I know.
What are you doing, damn horse! No!
Damn! Fucking horse!
What a hell are you doing, are you crazy?
Let me see the leg. There, lift it.
Get a veterinarian, we're putting this horse to sleep.
-Sigge knows horses. -Does he know how to slaughter?
If I did you wouldn't be standing here, you damn asshole.
Good thing he fell right in front of Mr. Larsson.
That couldn't have ended bad. He can stay here in the meantime.
-He was jibber. -What's his name?
His name is...
-Kropotkin. -Kro...
...potkin,
His name was supposed to be Englund, but that's no name for a horse.
-No... -This will fine for Kropotkin.
Dad, we're going to the movies.
Dad doesn't want to join us?
-Dad can come along, no? -Who's horse is that?
There...
Yes, now we have to hurry up.
What are you guys having so fun about?
What?
Are you laughing at me?
Here I work all day while you sit around and enjoy yourself
Is that it? Huh?
The mean bad guy looked exactly like dad.
It was so funny because Mr. Piff Paff Puff walked like Charlie Chaplin.
How dare you...?
My children!
How can you bring... my children!?
We were only having fun.
I'm going to freaking cut your throat of now.
Enough!
God knows I've tried, but this is enough!
Sure...
I'm going to freaking kill you!
Do it! Do it Sigge, but think about the kids.
The police came and took dad. And this time he had to stay in jail.
Can you get the light too?
-What are you doing? -We're making a package for dad.
-He has it better than us. -But mom, dad is always alone.
Is mom leaving dad now?
-Aren't you mom? -Right now we have a lot to think about.
Is it because grandpa told mom that she has to stay with dad until death?
Grandpa has been dead for ten years.
Why does mom think about that? We're doing fine without him.
It's better without dad. Sven can study at night.
-And I can maybe learn German? -I don't wanna hear anymore.
Maria Larsson!
Good day.
-Maria Larsson? -Yes.
I need money for rent and food.
We have a big family and...
-How many children? -Seven.
My man can't support the family...
Why can't your husband support the family?
-He's... -Yes? I can't hear you, speak up!
I'm sorry.
Ashamed?
For what you husband did?
Because I don't miss him.
This cures most things.
No, no, no. I never taste anything strong.
This isn't strong, it's just scents in a glass.
It's like a captured countryside like your pictures.
Maria...
Cheers.
Cheers Sebastian.
Yes, I have something here.
No!
Look, Leo! We get more and more alike you and I.
Thanks.
-That's it! -Maria, I want to tell you something.
To get to know you is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Ah ha, here Mrs. Larsson standing around and dreaming.
Good day, yes, the rent yes...
Does Mr. Olsson think that we can postpone?
I've got an order for a coat. And I sow as fast I can.
If I can take the horse than the rent is paid until the husband is home.
-Yes, thanks. If I can think about it. -Do that Mrs. Larsson, good day.
Kropotkin is dad's horse.
Yes, but have to have money for rent and food. We can't eat Kropotkin.
Mrs. Larsson, I just thought of something.
Would you consider taking some photographs of my store?
If it turns out good I can recommend my better customers to hire you.
Thanks.
Thank you so much.
-What's mom doing? -Putting dad's things away.
-Should I help mom? -No, I can do it myself.
So, you came anyways.
Have you seen?
-Hello, you old bastard. -Hello.
-Anna! -Dad!
What a hell?
Kropotkin!
So you kept him anyways!
-Dad... -Ville!
Ah, you're biking on that thing, that's mine you know.
Elon!
Hello little man. You have grown too, I think.
Let me look at you... Does dad make you shy? No?
Do you love dad? That's good.
There...
Sleep tight.
Yes...
Maybe you want to have my old enlarger?
Good day.
I tried to tell you last time...
I want to live closer to my daughter.
I'm going to become a grandpa.
In a week I'll be moving to Odense.
Here...
This fits you...
It's a Contessa.
Take it, and use it.
-Mrs. Petren is taking over the store. -Yes, it'll be a fabric store.
-When do you leave? -In a few days.
-The cityman is here. -Yes, I'll be right there.
I can send a delivery boy with the enlarger.
Whoa!
Here you go.
"Darkroom"
There are a few things to take care of but... we'll move in soon.
I have lent some money so we can start things up.
What are you saying?
"S. Larsson's Rides"
I don't think anyone ever thought that dad would have his own company.
No one except dad himself maybe. But that's how it went and it worked-
-and he could offer rides for the sobriety group's yearly picnic.
Aunt Tora was home from America with all of her children.
Things went well for and we kids didn't have to give up on our dreams.
Sven was the first one in our family to graduate from collage.
Erik never learned how to walk without crutches, but he could swim.
Sometimes he'd sit on the bottom, he said "you can think really well down there"
And you feel so light.
Mom used to look at her pictures and say:
"Think about how we can be seen on these forever".
"That these moments will be around for all eternity".
But why mom stayed with dad, I'll never know.
Maybe it was love.
Mom wasn't doing well.
She had a heart condition.
A while after the picnic, she died.
A long time later I discovered an undeveloped picture in her camera.
It was the only picture that my mother took of herself.