But the rest --wool, leather.
They run around and dance and play when they're young.
And where does nylon come from?
Greasy machines in the Pentagon.
Besides, it's a dumb product. Nylon has no voice.
It's not just unnatural,
it's... an abomination.
A monstrosity.
Worse than that.
It's... it's...
- An anomaly. - Exactly.
Exactly. That's what it is.
It's an --
- Anomaly. - That's what it is.
That's it. To wool!
Aren't you going to the movies tonight? What's playing?
They Died With Their Boots On. Flynn.
- Cheers. - To wool.
Dad's home. Your hat.
You bought a phonograph record?
Wait, listen.
Was it expensive?
Stig bought a phonograph record.
It's Sigge's phonograph. He can't use it.
But Sigge's at sea, Seymor.
I'll listen later.
Let that cat out!
Did you hear me?
Jesus Christ!
What are you doing? You old bastard!
What did you call me?
Old bastard! Are you deaf?
- Stop it, boys! - Jesus Christ!
What does the stocking say?
No explanation necessary.
Unless you insist.
Sit down.
Sit down!
Shall we discuss this in Swedish
or English?
You must speak it perfectly by now.
"Explanation?"...
the young man asks.
How can the husband keep so calm?
There are certain things
that shouldn't be in a certain place
at a certain time.
A lady's garter,
for example.
And violet, of all things.
Where should it not be
when the old salesman comes home after a week on the road?
In the backseat of his car.
If it happens to be there,
who should definitely not find it?
His wife, of course.
Wrong article, wrong place, wrong finder,
wrong time.
But --
He sells ladies' underwear.
Couldn't the garter
have come from his sample collection?
No.
No, it couldn't.
It was, in fact, a used garter.
What an idiot!
That garter
cost me a son.
Nothing could repair that.
One week after the wedding.
And violet, mind you.
The color of sin.
Of course, booze was to blame.
Of course.
You don't know what you're doing, did or should do.
The taste is to blame. It just tastes too good.
MILITARY LETTER
"Sticko. How are you?
I'm fine.
There's a new match next Thursday."
It's the same --
It's the same language.
I can't make sense of it.
Rules for going on the wagon: Avoid dining rooms.
Hotel dining rooms are the villain in the drama.
You have to sleep, so you have to check into a hotel,
but avoid dining rooms.
Just 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 two lagers and a stout to wash down the misery.
And they have dandruff on their collars too, all three of them.
There they are.
Emil, Emil!
Once more.
Shoot, Emil!
Now we'll have a toast.
Cheers, and welcome.
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 have no idea.
What's so funny about the duck?
A family secret.
Curt, play another piece.
Yes, do that.
Come. I want to show you something.
What?
- What did you want to show me? - You'll see.
Stand there.
Close your eyes. Don't look until I tell you.
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 in for a while.
You saw yourself how many cookies were left.
You don't have to worry about me getting pregnant. Look.
It tells on the package how to use them.
I've thought of everything.
In case there's a lot of blood.
If I could just explain --
If I could explain, Lisbeth.
You don't have to explain. Just go back outside.
If your mom asks about me,
say I ate too much cake.
There you are. Listen, I found that quotation.
- I want to listen to 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's my hostage. Frank is a hostage I took once.
You should have seen all the gentlemen who courted me back then.
They would always think before opening their mouths.
As a result, their mouths most often remained shut.
They were "courting cavaliers."
Well-tailored types with nothing inside.
And so I called them
"scoundrel suitors."
Scoundrels just after my father's money.
When Frank came along,
you should have seen my aunts' faces.
He brought fresh air into the parlor, and they couldn't stand that.
But I got air, and I began to breathe.
But that air is used up now.
Shouldn't you let your hostage go?
Why don't you divorce him?
He has to have someone to come home to, even if I'm not here.
You've seen it yourself.
Otherwise he'll go under.
Are you sure of that?
I know where to buy cheap condoms.
Really?
If you buy 500,
you get them for half price.
What the hell are you going to do with 500 condoms?
You have no use for even one.
Advance planning.
Like, if you fuck three times a day,
you'll use them up in less than six months.
But you don't fuck three times a day.
Only rabbits do, and they don't need condoms.
No one's forcing you to buy them.
- You're supposed to be on the wagon. - I know.
But there are reasons.
You've come to a house of mourning.
There should be spruce twigs on the doorstep.
The phonograph is playing the appropriate music.
"Kindertottenlieder."
Mahler.
NYLON HYSTERIA I N AMERICA
Toten.
What?
It's toten.
They're not hottentots.
No, I can't speak German,
but I can hear that it's sad music.
The death of children. Kindertoten.
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 any 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 really is, it is...
- An anomaly. - Exactly.
But --
Even if--
Even if what?
It's too late anyway.
Too late? Why is it too late?
Go down in the cellar and you'll see.
You mean you --
Remember that batch of wool pants?
Yes, on Lundavagen Street.
"Due to changed market conditions." Suspiciously cheap.
You bought it?
I couldn't resist at that price.
Was it a big batch?
Barely room in the cellar.
So you rented the neighbors' cellar.
The Anderbjorks?
Christ, no. That was full.
Whose cellar, Frank? I'm thinking about the price.
You couldn't have rented --
Yes, the Goat's.
Not the Goat's.
Yes, the Goat's.
But...
that's not all.
What do you mean, "that's not all."
Another bargain-priced batch?
Yes, but not wool.
- No. - Not wool.
What could it be? Silk?
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?
- Huh? - Yeah! So what?
Where? With that crook Karl Ohlsson?
Yes, it was more expensive than the Goat's, damn it!
There was so much crap in it.
It was stuffed full of crap.
I had to empty it out.
It was a hell of a job to empty that cellar.
I just wonder what their damn bedroom must look like!
The old lady ran around with jam and stuff like a fucking weasel.
Every day for weeks.
I already wrote it, miss.
Do as I say.
"The coast is clear. 7:30 p.m."
May I go to the bathroom, miss?
Of course.
One, two, three, four, five.
GIRLS
Two, three, four, five, six.
One, two three, four, five, stop.
Left face.
- 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 north.
What good is that to me?
You can talk to the turtle with a Stockholm accent.
"Come to the box. Stig."
Weren't you going to the john?
- Me? - It's vacant now.
- I already went. - Well, just to be safe.
Yes, you're right.
Welcome aboard.
Where did she go?
Strange.
Without her clothes.
- Damn! - We're moving.
Guess we'll just go along for the ride.
Where did you learn all those things?
On the job.
I sell chocolate at the movie theater.
Watching kissing on-screen 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 the windows open
except that bitch Holm.
She can't stand fresh air.
So they were closed all day.
We'll have milk with dinner.
I had no coupons left, so I traded with Svea.
Victor Rydberg is famous for what? Ten letters.
Santa Claus.
You knew that.
You should drink milk. That's where the calcium is.
"Predator." Four letters, one of them an L.
Wolf.
You knew that one 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.
The kids who didn't get milk have crooked backs.
What is it?
Nothing.
That's why he's such a good boxer.
Thanks to the Central Dairy.
I'll go put these things away.
The Crown has arrived on the scene now
and will play an important role.
It is equipped with sonar.
It was jaws. The Wolf.
What's wrong with you?
Why should there -- It's nothing.
You looked like you were going to faint.
Puberty.
Sven Jerring reporting from the salvage ship Belos.
No.
Any adults at home?
No, just me.
I'll stay until you've read it.
"The submarine Wolf had just finished trials at sea..."
Everything all right?
I'll close the door.
Now a report on the rescue work from the west coast.
The Belos here.
I have nothing positive to report--
I'll do that.
Are you going to help?
I usually do.
Something has occurred that will be reported on the radio.
How long have you known?
Why didn't you say anything?
Sit down.
I didn't know.
I didn't know anything until we did the crossword. Remember?
"Predator," four letters.
- An L in the middle. - That's when I knew.
That's when I got Sigge's letter.
He and I had a code.
From the kids' pages.
You connect the dots to reveal a picture.
Remember the giraffes?
- Giraffes? - It was always giraffes.
But this time it was a wolf's jaws, Mom.
Then I knew he'd got his wish to serve on that damn submarine.
I didn't know anything before that.
Why weren't we informed?
- Why? - We were.
A man came with a telegram.
I hid it behind the books. I couldn't --
I'm sorry, Mom.
I meant to tell you several 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, Mom.
There isn't. They've sent out all ships.
- All 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 been 30 years since my first battle.
And now I must beg headquarters 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 Dobeln.
Show him in.
Please seal this.
Yes, General.
Sorry, General, but my betrothed--
At least let me try to explain.
It's so disgusting! I don't want to talk about it.
- But I didn't mean -- - I never want to see you again.
I wish you'd move away, or that we would move,
so I wouldn't have to run into such a disgusting person.
It's open!
We have to talk.
Look who's here.
A infrequent guest in my house.
Give me the glass. You might cut yourself.
Oh, so you don't want to.
No screwing the little schoolteacher today.
No lesson in applied biology, huh?
No longer interested?
Not in the mood to play hooky?
I'll show you, damn it!
Unbutton me.
You hear? Unbutton me.
Unbutton me!
Undress me.
Take this off.
Take it off.
Take it off!
You hear me? Take it off!
Take it off. That's it.
My bra too.
Unfasten it.
Stop stalling. You know exactly how to do it.
Unfasten it!
That's it. Open the clasp.
Let go. Let go!
There.
What have we here?
Each course in its time.
Appetizer 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 thing with the 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 do you mean?
Exactly what I said. You won't be in my class next year.
The official explanation will be repeated absence from class
without a parental note.
Also, you failed tests in my subject,
which is personally offensive.
That's the official explanation. You know the unofficial one,
which is that I can't stand to have you in the classroom anymore.
This 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 happened that way.
"Everything that happened"? You think it was something special?
It was just an ordinary fuck. Nothing special!
Be quiet!
Aren't you afraid I'll tell?
Who would believe you?
Please leave the classroom.
Albert.
Stig.
This was a difficult decision to make,
given your family situation.
Nonetheless,
we are all in agreement
that you should repeat third year next term.
We don't see this as a punishment.
We see it as a favor.
We want to be certain, when you leave your old school,
that you take with you everything it had to offer.
We want you to leave the nest
ready to fly on your own.
She cut out the page numbers.
How much have you had to drink?
- What? - How much have you had to drink?
- I can take this 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's lying like hell.
Talk to her, Frank.
Or Kjell, or whatever the hell you're called.
You can't --
It doesn't have to be official,
but you have to talk to her.
Can't you do something when I --
But you'll do anything to crawl to that pussy once a year!
Right?
There's nothing left.
She's torn wide open between the legs.
I made sure of that.
"Storks saw us here in Skane."
Be seated.
Stig.
It's something about his brother. They found the Wolf.
It's a Flying Fortress, right?
You see it, Nisse?
Two engines are out. Think he'll make it to the airfield?
It's headed this direction.
It's headed for us. God!
It's gasoline.
Did you see who it was?
Was it the monitor in 3B?
Anything broken?
They're rapidly pumping out the dry dock,
and soon the mystery behind the sinking of the Wolf will be revealed.
A mine blew a gaping hole in the bottom of the hull.
The explosion was so powerful that the hull almost broke in two.
Fractures are visible all round the hull.
It's a miracle it didn't split in two while being salvaged.
The Wolf filled with water and went straight to the bottom.
There it hit a rock, and the bows caved in completely.
The collision must have been terrible.
This is the last time a ship in the Swedish navy will be called the Wolf.
Recovery of the bodies of the 33 crew members began immediately.
A crane lowered them one by one onto naval houseboats,
where identification of the deceased took place.
All crew members were immediately identified
beyond any doubt.
I've run and rerun that newsreel for you
at least 20 times.
I'll go up and shut it off now.
Then we'll go home.
It's best that way.
Day by day, and with each passing moment
Strength I find to meet my trials here
Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment
I've no cause for worry or for fear
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure
Mingling toil with peace and rest
It must be some kind of punishment.
We would have written notes for you
if you had just asked.
If you were so tired after all that working at night.
It's just a matter of time before the god Ra shows up.
Night work?
Yes.
Sometimes you didn't get home till long after we were in bed.
I never wrote you 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 theater night after night.
What is it, Stig?
What is what?
There's something else.
Besides 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?
Day by day, and with each passing moment
Strength I find
to meet my trials here
Strength I find
To meet my--
Urban Sahlin.
Stig Santesson.
Not present.
Karl-Erik Schoon.
Ingvar Thunell.
"Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom."