All language subtitles for Smala.Sussie.2003.DVDRip.XviD-TLF

Itwasn'tme. I didn't do it.

Please! I can explain everything.
Itwasn'tme.

I've gotto start atthe beginning
for you to understand.

Okay. Itbegan in Stockholm
yesterdaymorning.

Open up!

I'man Independent publlsher.

I've only really
publlshed one book, so far.

Whlch I wrote myself.

- Erik Sv�rd Publishing.
- HI, it's Sandra from home.

Withthe red halr, except it's
black now. SIImSusle's gone.

She's been gone a week.
You haven't heard from her?.

SIImSusle Is my little slster
back home. She's very proper.

Writes Chrlstmas cards In
September. Very uptlght.

Stupidfucking pencil!

Whatwas she like
when you last sawher?

Well, she was...

- Go on.
- I hitchhiked home to find her.

Nothlng had changed
Inthree years.

When I leftthree years ago,
the klosk glrlwas knocked up.

Thlngs do
go slowly Inthe country.

I knew my slster had moved,
but itwas only 200 yards.

I hadto leave her behlnd.
I couldn'ttake it.

The last straw came on a Sunday,
atthe weekly movle.

The movles came just about
whenthey were released on vldeo.

Butwith a lot more scratches.

Yeah, the movie ran out. Theyforgot
the lastreel. Which sucks.

But I'IItryto sortit out.

Hi, it's me. Fine, and you?

You've seen Pulp Flctlon, right?

So, howdoes it end? Oh, really?

That seems confusing. What
happens to the colored guy?

Well, I'm sorryto
have to tellyou this, but...

John Travolta dies
coming out ofthe bathroom.

- He does?
- Bruce Willis shoots him.

- The colored guy does fine.
- Good.

It's notmyfault. It's Stockholm's.
Butnowyou can do things athome.

You can rake leaves, or something.
Thanks, bye.

- Where are you going?
- Where they don't showhalfa movie.

- Stockholm.
- Do Itake care ofMom alone?

- Iwantto go too.
- It's too dangerous.

It's full ofjunkies who jab people
with syringes justfor fun.

- It's too rough for you.
- It's rough here, too.

I'll die ifyou move!
You asshole.

Susie!

I can't cometothe baptlsm.

My VCRIs busted
andthere's a game on.

Is my sister home?

Tore Tumor. Knownforthetumor
he usedto have In hls head.

Afterthe operatlon he couldn't
speak. Whlch caused problems.

Llke when he got hls
penslon papers Inthe mall.

He dldn't understandthe numbers.

Just lots ofzeros everywhere.
Torethoughtthatwas unfalr.

That's Tore for you.

Had a kld

Thatmeans we're familynow, Tore.

My slsterwasn'tthe mother.

She dldn't even Ilve In
the apartment, but next door.

Shut upl
Baby sleeplng

I flgured mom mlght know
somethlng about Susle.

It seemed Ilkely, at least.

Erik! Hownice!
Do you want cookies?

You! Don't standthere sneering.
Think you're some big shot.

Justbecause you have a company.

My son runs a companyin
Stockholm. And yours?

Do you knowwhere Susie is?

She dldn't know.
She was busy with her booze.

See my gorgeous daughter. I signed
her up for the Miss Motor pageant.

She's goingto win.

Mlck Thlrteen.

The most Inept
pettythleflnthe county.

Or just very unlucky,
I don't know.

Llkethetlme he got out ofjall-

- and found outthat he'd
Inherited 100 grand.

Andthe wrong car stopped.
A stock broker.

Third generation networks
are a good bet.

Butfor blue chips,
telecom is the thingto go for.

Really? Telecom?

Grits' answering service.

You're in line. We'IItake your call
later, or you can leave a message.

- Who was it?
- Some guy.

Not Billy? He's so easilyriled.
You're notfilming, are you?

No, no, no.

- Hiss it: "I'm sixteen".
- I'm sixteen.

Now, tryfourteen.

Are there no normal people here?

There's lots ofnormal people.
Everywhere.

There's not much
totellaboutthem.

Gunnar, setthe alarm 15 minutes
early so I can blowdrymyhair.

Good night.

The onlythlng withthesetwo
Is that he's jealous.

So, he's sewn
shrlmp Into her pants.

You setitto
15 minutes earlier, right?

It's important, to give me time
to blowdrymyhair.

There's onethlng
I cantellabout her.

Can you hear what I'm saying?
No? Good.

Ljustneedto talk. No one
listens to what I have to say.

It's justtoo nerve-wracking.
There's so much noise.

I need silence.

When you're in the womb,
before you're born, it's all quiet.

Andwhen you die,
I suppose it's quiettoo.

Between the two, it's justnoisy
and I can'ttake that.

That's all Iwantedto say.
Thank you.

Itrledto flnd Sandra,
the glrlwho'd called.

All I knewwas that she was
cute and had some last name.

Not a lot oflnformatlon, really.

I was sadthat my plzza
"Erlk's Extra Everythlng"was gone.

- Hi, Erik.
- Hi.

It's me, Susie's friend Sandra with
the piercing and red hair.

- Except Itookit out andwentblack.
- Hi.

It had beenforetoldthat Sandra's
love would be a latlno man.

She was supposedto meet hlm
In an elevator.

Butthe fortune-teller
hadn't sald whlch elevator.

There's two ofthem Intown.
Elevators, that Is.

Can I get something on tab?
Acalzone and a schnapps?

Erik, isn'titfucking oddthat
no one's seen Susie for a week?

No one's seen her
since she paid her tab on Sunday.

Tab? Susie was never in debt.

- She kept a household budget.
- She usedto, butnotnow.

She ate the same pizza, morning,
noon and nightfor three months.

- Pizza? She was such a health freak.
- Health freak?

So, what do the police say?

Well, I guess you can say...
Didn'tyou use to have red hair?

BIIly Davldson,
the sole cop Intown.

A Stockholm natlve
sent here agalnst hls wlll.

Well, I guess you can say...

Could you getrid ofthatflythere?
Itjustlooks disgusting.

I guess you can say
thatthese things happen.

Things disappear. People disappear.

- Maybe she walkedthe dog?
- She doesn'thave a dog.

Howwould I know? Dogs get
borrowed, people dog-sit.

Yeah...

You shouldn't offend me.
We should avoid offence in this town.

Can'tyou tellwhatit's like?
Paper, paper, paper.

I'm choking on paperwork. Break-in,
nursing home medicine cabinet.

Naked man in the supermarket.
Moose hunting in town.

See? I'm drowning in paperwork.

But I do get some tip-offs.

Ever heard ofKeyser Soze
andTony Montana?

- No...
- Nope.

They're notmentioned
in any police files.

Howfar do these reach? 100 yards?
I have no one to talkto anyway.

It's 40 miles to the nearest...
And look atthis.

Four minutes oftalktime,
then the battery goes.

And ittakes two days
to charge the fucker.

I'm ashamed. I sithere in shame.
That's howitis.

That's mylot, to sithere in shame.

Susie wouldn'tjust go.
She's damned reliable.

She's notthe Susie you think.
She'd never have dated Grits.

- Grits?
- Yeah.

Butitwas a mess. She was
in love with someone else.

Erik?

Grits and I wentto school
together. We dld a lot.

Collected Star Wars flgures,
put rocks onthetracks-

- rented movles and
opened ourflrst beertogether,

But he also ran Into
the drlvlng Instructors car-

- when he was gettlng
hls blke Ilcense.

Erik! Goodto see you.
We're making a movie. Come in.

Hey, Grits. Are you and Susie...

No one cleans up around here.
Thatjust sucks. Have a beer.

- Beer smells great.
- Who are these guys?

Good guys, working class.
Notthattheyhave jobs.

So, just good guys. We've
had a two-day Scarface conference.

That's whythey're wasted.
We did allthe lines.

We triedto emailthe guywho
made the movie, which was hard.

The connection just sucks.

Shoot! Shootme.
Yeah, there you go.

Grits really loves movles.

We've made 50 movles together.
2,5 mlnutes, no sound.

"Deadly Murder"was
probablythe best one.

THE END

Itwas notthat bad.

- Morning beer smell rules.
- Why am lfilming?

For a documentary aboutme,
to leave something behind.

I'll die one day, like everyone does.

- Are you working?
- Don'thave the time. Sit down.

Don'tyou wantthis one?

Yeah, it's Grits.

Right. Yeah.

Hey, what are you on?
Can you getme some?

- Screwthat.
- Who was that?

- No clue.
- So, are you dating Susie?

Damn it, the laundry.

Nope, never dated Slim Susie.
Notthat I noticed.

- Cutit out! Yes or no?
- Naw. She'd sleep here sometimes.

She'd bring a pillow. I never touched
her, not someone's little sister.

I swear.
Haven't seen her for a while.

- She's disappeared.
- Well, that explains it.

Whatwas she like
lasttime you sawher?

- Drunk and unhappy.
- Why?

- Too much to drink, I guess.
- Cutit out! I'm worried!

Whywas she unhappy?

It happened atthe
openlng ofthe sports hall.

The Chlmp from
Electrlc Banana Band was there.

Afterthe openlng he split,
and left her alone.

Screwed up with love
and memorles.

For a whlle shethoughtwas
pregnant by hlm, but she wasn't.

Itwas probably justthe plzza.

Sandral lfanythlng happens to me,
look Inthe draln plpes.

Why didn't she tell me?

Yeah, why didn't she? What a crappy
sister. Siblings stayin touch.

I've got somethingto comfortus.

Vino Shito, rlghtfrom hell.
It's orange flavored.

- I have a sieve... Ah, screwit.
- Who uses this?

You can add other stufffor flavor,
pizza crust, pepperoni...

- None for me.
- You drain the bacteria culture...

- Why'd you tellthat? Makes me sick.
- It's important.

You need allthe details
to knowl'm innocent.

Lfyou're lying,
Iwill be sorelyvexed.

When I get sorelyvexed,
I getreallymean.

- You're lying!
- No.

- It's true.
- Good.

Go on.

Settle down! I've got
something awesome to showyou.

- We'IItake the Humpmobile.
- I'm goingto the cops.

- My awesome thingfirst.
- Does no one care that she's gone?

Firstthe awesome thing.
Then we care.

- Butyou've been drinking.
- Let's go.

I can bullshitthe cops,
or anyone else.

Yeah, I can. - Getin.

Itfeels kinda American now.
They call it Little Chicago.

Or Very Little Chicago.
I don'tremember.

Here's something mega-awesome.
Somethingto survive crappy days.

Checkit out. Avideo store.
Awesome.

Gerd! Get outhere.
Look who Ifound.

You're back.
Didn't do well in Stockholm?

- I did great, but Susie's gone.
- No wonder, with her lifestyle.

- Whatkind of"lifestyle"?
- Ignore her.

She's annoyed, 'cause
she got arrestedfor assault.

Checkthis.
Amovie aboutme, "Grits Nr. 1".

I'm working on the sequel.

Fewgetto star in their own movie
without screwing someone.

There's a powerful scene where
I almost die, choking on dinner.

- Real scary. Rentit.
- Well, that does sound interesting.

Hardfuckingwork, too.
You don'tjust shoot.

Everything has to be right.
Light, sound...

Action. Shutup. Damn...

Answer it!

It's that damned German again.
He's stalking me.

Hey! There's an
awesome scene where...

Closed.
For emergencles, callthe pollce.

You need a ride somewhere?

Fuck.

I knewwhere BIIly Davldson Ilved.

He mlght stlll have
my souped-up moped.

Hey! Look what Ifound
in the glove compartment!

Moonshine!

Grits has always been Ilke a turd.
A floaterthatwon'tflush.

Fuck.
No one ever fills up the car.

Damn it, Grits!
You're supposedto steer it!

Shit. The bad luck won't end.

Poor Grits, havlngto
dotlme for drunk drlvlng.

But I felt itwas probably
the bestthlngfor hlm.

- Quick coffee?
- Yeah. That's awful decent ofyou.

I don'tknowwhatto say. I guess we
could organize a search party.

It seems sort ofearly,
and I have a fewdays off.

Overtime compensation
that I'd like to use.

- Is she dead?
- I doubtit. I mean...

She could be, but I doubtit.
Why? Has she been ill?

- No.
- That's whythe search partyis off.

Normally, I'm spontaneous and
quite likelyto organize searches.

Howlong has she been gone?
What dayis today? Wantmilk?

The wife demanded a porch,
or she'd leave him.

They've been on the rocks
for a while. Howdo I know?

She visits for a humping sometimes.
Cops'wives are like everyone.

Here's a coconut cookie.
The wife made them, with coconut.

Guess what?
Mom thinks dad is bad in bed.

She said so on the phone. But I can
teach you to make the bed, daddy.

Have a coconutthing...

Cutit out! You should be looking
for Susie, not offering cookies!

Uffe, turn it off.

I've told you notto ride around
on seized property.

- Parkit. It's notyours.
- Buthe gotitfor his birthday.

Go in andtell mommy
you have to go to the bathroom.

You can take it. Itwas your moped,
right? You can take itlater.

The matter is settled.

- What are you thinking about?
- Billy Davidson.

No real cop would behave thatway.
He knows something about Susie.

He's just overworked. Cops have
a damned hard job to do.

Justbe happy
you gotyour moped back.

I'd rather have my sister back.

Don'tworry. I'IItellyou a story
from mylife. It's similar to this.

But I have to do itin English,
or I'll startbawling.

I don'twantto do that.

- There you go.
- Who do you thinkitbelongs to?

- Fix the potatoes, Gunnar.
- That's notmything.

For God's sake.
You knowhowto lift a pan.

Jeez. Those are good potatoes,
King Edward.

Oh, my God...

Grits's answerlng servlce.

- That's Davidson's wife.
- Yeah.

- Howdisgusting.
- Yeah.

- Really, Gunnar. Turn offthatfilth.
- Yeah.

Stop making noise,
or I'll callthe police!

I knowthe policeman, and he knows
Gunnar and mymother too.

Thatmightworkin Stockholm,
butin V�rmlandwe want quiet.

There mightnotbe a lawon the
books, butthere's an unwritten one-

- aboutnotmaking noise
and respecting people.

I'm glad you turned it off.

It's notthatyou're a bad person.
I over-reacted.

Ljusthadto vent.
Thank you for listening.

I'm tired ofyour made-up buffoons.
Just admityour guilt.

No. There were
many people involved.

They're too weird. Most crimes
are committed bynormalfolks.

- They're normal ordinary people.
- Normal?

Imagine Saturdaynighthere,
with allthese people.

- Thatwas interesting.
- That's abouthowitis.

Trythatin court.
I'm sure it'll go over well.

Go on. You slept
atthe pizza girl's house.

Erik, Ithink Susie's dead,
and a lot ofpeople knowit.

Even Davidson.

A whlle back, I saw somethlng welrd
Inthe vldeo store.

- Alot oftalking in this one?
- Hardly any.

I'IItake it, then.

Putthat away.

- Can I have a bag ofcandy?
- Sure.

Some for the kids, too.

Lfhe can be boughtwith
a B-movie and some candy-

- he's cheap. Lfshe's been killed,
he knows who did it.

And someone gave him candy
to keep his mouth shut?

Damn it, I can't sleep!

Two other people were sleepless.
Tore Tumor and hls baby.

The baby had collc every nlght,
andthe mother had left-

- after havlng read somethlng
about equality.

Sandral lfanythlng happens to me,
look Inthe draln plpes.

Howoften did you see Susie
before she disappeared?

Occasionally.
She'd just gotten so weird.

She justwanted...

...cash andto talk aboutThe Chimp.
- What Chimp?

- What're you making?
- Disco powder.

- Disco powder?
- Nowl'm really getting spaced out.

- Don'tworry, it'll pass.
- I'm back.

- It's starting again.
- What's with thatpowder?

Lfthings are so boring,
why don'tyou move?

I'd rather be a duckyin a pond
than in the ocean.

Wow, well said.
Thatwas reallywell said!

- Yeah, itwas.
- I have to write it down.

- Yeah, you do that.
- I shouldwrite a book.

Abook aboutmyself.
Bridge to the chorus...

This is just so good.

- No, it sucks.
- Whatever. It's a free country.

Hey, Susie. Make the book about
a girl drugging her brains out.

- Hello, Susie. Can I ask something?
- Go ahead.

This dump has the lowest
educational level in the country.

Howdo you feel aboutthat?

It's notbad, actually.
Makes it easyto be smart.

- Butyou don't seem smart.
- Exactly. But I am.

Ljustpretendto be dumb.

Here in the countryside,
you're supposedto be...

...justplain
happy and dumb.

- What? Was she doing drugs?
- Yeah. Didn'tyou know?

Ithoughtyou knew.

- Where'd she get drugs from?
- From work. The nursing home.

- More.
- One more time?

- You needto paythe jukebox.
- Here you go.

- Itriedto gether to quit.
- Why'd she even start?

- Ljust don't getit.
- I should've called you much earlier.

She kind oflooked up to you.
Alot, actually.

- Who, me?
- She missed you.

Grits gother started.
In the grocery store, ofall places.

She was hardly eatlng at all
atthat polnt.

But she hadto care for
your mom, too.

So when mom made a foolof
herselfforthe umpteenthtlme...

You can'tjustfire me!
There are laws even here!

I've worked here longer than anyone!

I onlyhad cough syrup, that's
notillegal. Iwantmy job back!

- Go get Ralph!
- Settle down, now.

The customers wantpeople like me,
you goddamnedfascist!

Are you sad? I knowwhatthat's like.

I've probablybeen sadder than
anyone in the county. See?

27 and bald. Nottoo rockin'.
I looklike some gym teacher.

You can'tbe too sensitive.
You have to find a wayto persevere.

Just act dumb.
Then people will leave you alone.

Checkthis out. Brown sugar.
Smoking smack.

- What?
- It's a prescription against sadness.

Or baldness. Wanna tryit?

- She's not dead, you know.
- Yeah, let's decide that.

Good. Positive thinking. Let's talk
about something normal.

Something normal? I had a huge
crush on you when you lived here.

Really?
Well, I certainly didn'tnotice.

- Iwas pretty popular.
- Susie said you were a virgin.

- No, no...
- She said so.

Ithought I'dfuck myselfto death,
butitworked out.

Guess what?
I had myfortune told a while ago.

The fortune-teller said I'd meet
someone from another culture.

But I don'tknowanylanguages.

Maybe itwas you.
Does Stockholm count, you think?

I don'tknow...

- Hey. I actually dreamed aboutyou.
- Aboutme?

Lots oftimes.

But I've stopped doingthat.
It doesn'tleadto anything.

That's whathappens
when you do ittoo much.

- Whatwas that?
- Acrow?

That nlght,
I dreamed ofmy little slster.

Someone, please help me.
Someone, please help me.

Grits!

- Come in. Movie's just starting.
- You'd better help me, Grits!

Help you? Have a problem?
Got somethingto sell?

Screwit. Come on in.

- There are four junkies in there!
- Justthe four?

It should be packed.
We're having Kubrick night.

- They're always full.
- Ithink Susie's dead.

I borrowed a tape of
Clockwork Orange backwards.

The entire movie.
We look for hidden messages.

There one scene where it sounds like
he's speaking Swedish.

Imagine that. Alex speaking Swedish.

She died, like in my dream.
You have to tell me whatyou know.

- Cutit out. You could die.
- Well, so could you.

He dldtryto quit sometlmes.

Lasttlme was
three years ago, when I left.

- Erik? Do you think I'm an idiot?
- Naw, it's cool.

Thank you.

My parole officer was impressed
that I'm not a mean drunk.

Then he said Iwas enough ofa loser
to be drunk forever.

- What do you say?
- Trybeing sober for a while.

Sober?
Ithink I'IItrythat. Seriously.

Never take any drugs ever again.
Ithink you can reach your goals.

- As long as you have a vision.
- So, whatis your goal?

It doesn'treallymatter. Get on
welfare, maybe. Hardthese days.

As long as you have dreams.

I knowthis guywho claims
unemployment. Part ofthe system.

He's had a house and a wife.
That's goingto be me.

Happy.

What? It's low-alcohol beer.
Okay...

- Who killed my sister?
- You're riled up.

- We've gotto catch this on film.
- Who killed my sister?

- Damn camera...
- Do you knowwho killed Susie?

Itwasn'tme. Or anyone else.
Where's the camera?

Hello? Ithink we've alreadyhad
this conversation.

- Do you knowGerman?
- No.

Damned German, calling allthe time.
He's stalking me.

What's this?

- Aregular Makarov.
- Whathave you used itfor?

Itookitfrom Tore.

He gotitto shootyou
when you were breaking in.

Iwas kind enough to take it.
Tore ain'ttoo bright.

Hey, it's me. Yeah. He understands.

Stop writing me! We will
never go bananas together!

Signed, Claes the Chimp.

Someone, please help me.

She was so happy when she won
the Mlss Motor pageant.

It's a pretty nlce contest.

The neighbors called.
I'm technically off, but...

- They said a druggie was breaking in.
- I've seen nothing.

- How'd you getin?
- The unlocked door.

- Been fighting?
- Iwouldn'thurtmy sister.

Back off. There are even
people who murder themselves.

You don't get a free pass
justbecause you're siblings.

- There's a hole here!
- Talkto the landlord.

- It could be a bullethole.
- It's a hole, nothing more.

Tidy up in here,
and go backto Stockholm.

I can'treally guarantee
your safety anymore.

And I don'twantto
catch you here in town again.

Damn it.

And I don'twantto
catch you here in town again.

Wait!

Are you okay, Thirteen?

Mlck Thlrteen always
treated me well.

I gotto sit on hls shoulders
whenthere was a crowd.

Itwas Papa Dee.
He'd gotten dlrt In hls carburetor.

- Whatbastard didthis to you?
- I did itmyself.

Yourself?

Lfelt so guilty,
ljustwantedto die.

It's about Slim Susie.
I should just start atthe beginning.

Susle and Blow Dryer Woman
work atthe nurslng home.

- What's that smell?
- It's crab, I'm sure.

- Ignore it, andwork.
- I'm exhausted.

- Ithappens.
- Hey. Did you do get a hair cut?

No. I've justblowdried it, I getup
a bit earlier to have the time.

- That's clever.
- Yes, it's practical.

I'm sorry. I didn'tmean
that about cutting your hair.

And now, dear, you'll have a
freshlymade bed.

- Shouldwe wake her?
- No, she's goingto sleep anyway.

You knowwhat? Ithink she died.
She's not alive now, anyway.

So, anyway... BlowDryer Woman
found a strongbox ofmoney.

While theywere cleaning up.

Something's happened.
Ifound moneyin the wardrobe.

And Iwas thinking.
We should share it, Susie.

We've helped Mary a great deal, and
there's no needto tellthe others.

And lfeltthat...
Because I like you so much...

...Iwantedto share itwith you.
- Okay.

Let's see. There's about 20000,
so that's 10000 each.

Justbetween
you and me, you know?

There. Debt all repayed.

- Payme interesttoo.
- But I have a pizza tab.

Stop it.

- Willyou stop it, already?
- The money.

Never!

- Fuck.
- The money!

- Who'd you getitfrom?
- Gudrun, the blowdryer crab woman.

- She found 20 grand, and I gothalf.
- Half? Are you sure?

- Trust only yourself, Susie.
- No thanks. I'm quitting.

I've heardthatbefore.
Now, go watch the movie.

Gerd Johanson, the blggest
drug dealer Inthe county.

Once a month she goes to Oslo
and gets as much as she can. A lot.

Then she adds
a zero onthe end as markup.

She never does any ofit herself.
Except a jolnt, at partles.

Watch out. Do something.
You've reached Ninja status.

Use a throwing star, or somersault.

- Or a spear.
- Or make him vanish in a puff.

What's that
crab smellingwoman called?

Which movie? This one's
all Hong Kong guys.

- Gudrun.
- Right. She's wearing a fur.

She screwed you, Susie.
Thatfur is worth more than 10000.

The hag has more money,
and Ithink you deserve it.

There is absolutelyno risk
in stealing stolen money.

- Really?
- Especiallyifit's from a non-biker.

- I've never seen her on a motor bike.
- No, just a bicycle.

- Ithink she keeps the cash athome.
- You do?

You don'tputitin an account
ifit's stolen.

- You take charge, Susie.
- Okay.

Howmuch can an oldwoman
have saved up? Halfa million?

Damn!

Tore Immedlately ordered
an upscale baby carrlage.

BABYSITTER WANTED

Tore hadn't sleptforweeks, and
looked forwardto a normal Ilfe.

He was exhausted.

I wasn'tthe only one spendlng In
advance. Gerd dldn't dothe jobs.

But she stllldemanded
halfthe money.

There's rumors about her.
Some say she's a man.

Orthat she's not really 43.
I don't know.

Rumors always fly about
the wealthy Inthls country.

- I heard you got some newmovies.
- Newmovies? Yeah.

Watch this one. Quite a simple story.

Awoman is robbed ofmoney
she's stolen from an estate.

An estate?

And after that?

Some yahoos breakin
and stealthe money.

- What aboutthe police?
- She doesn't contactthem.

And ifshe were to,
the cops wouldn't do a thing.

Sounds good, I'IItake it.
And some candy-for the kids too.

- And some for mybrother.
- Go ahead.

So Susie organizedthe heist
against BlowDryer Woman.

Quite impressive.

Mick. You distract Gudrun going
home for lunch atten oftwelve.

- You mean 11.50.
- Right.

Grits, you take her husband.
He bikes at quarter oftwelve.

- That's 11.45, Grits.
- Howdo you mean "distract"?

- So he doesn'tmake itto lunch.
- OK, that's no problem at all.

- I'Iljustthump him.
- No, none ofthat.

And you keep guard outside.

- Doesn'the get a time?
- No.

Lfsomething happens,
toss a bottle through the window.

- Like a Bat Signal.
- Stop smoking. Itfucks your mind.

I've been smokingfor ten years,
and haven'tnoticed anything.

I'll showyou. Holdthis.

That's notbad.

The blg day came, and
Blow Dryer Woman was chatty.

Shetold Susle she'd quit
and was gettlng a dlvorce.

- Whathappened?
- Going home yesterday...

I heard a powerful song on the radio,
and I'd justhad enough.

- Knowwhat I mean?
- Yes.

I don'tknowwho was singing.

The lyrics went something
like this... Wantto hear?

Don'tthink me silly, butit's
great. It's meant a lotto me.

Here goes...

I mean it. Gunnar will have to
gethimselfa newmaid.

That's Girl Power.
Go home andtell him.

Yeah, Girl Power. Iwill.

Whatthe hell is this?

I handled my end perfectly.

Who parked
this brown car here? Hello?

But Grits wasn'tthere
to stop her husband, Gunnar.

Grits had been
so scared ofoversleeplng-

- that he'd rented
the longest DVD-box he could flnd.

Hello? I can'ttalk.
I'm watchingthis really deep movie.

The Catalogue, by some Polack.
Kieslowski. Nine hours.

Susle knewthe money would be
wherethe husband wouldn't look.

Damn...

What's for lunch?

Gudrun? Are we
having pork pancakes?

What are you doing? I'm starving!

Where are you? I need mylunch.

Alright, I'll eat at
the burger stand. No problem.

God damn it.

It didn'tmean to. Lfell asleep.
I had a partyfor this little guy.

- Theymusthave spiked my drink.
- With alcohol, maybe?

- Could be.
- Shutup. -Howmuch was it?

What? This is 2000.
Whyis she getting some?

- He.
- She wasn'tpart ofit.

- Neither were you.
- He's a boy.

- Is this all ofit?
- Yes, Gerd.

- It's not enough for a carriage.
- You're talking.

Tore was countlng onthe Insurance.

So he pretendedto be braln
damaged afterthe operatlon.

- What a Jesus moment.
- Did Jesus talk a lot?

I'm out. I don'twantto see you
anymore. See you in mybook.

- Is it done?
- Two minutes.

I'm leaving. Wantto come?
We could live together.

Don'tknow.
I kind oflike ithere. Kind of.

Kind of... She's just chicken.

- What?
- Nothing.

Lfsomething happens, ifl don't go,
call mybrother in Stockholm.

I'm sure he cares
a bit abouthis sister.

Why don'tyou call him right away?

You thinkhe wants to
see me like this?

- In this one?
- Yeah, unfortunately.

Sorry.

Well, goodbye.

Hey!

Sandral lfanythlng happens to me,
look Inthe draln plpes.

Andthen?

Then she wenthome
and gotinto the tub.

- Where's the money?!
- God damn it, Tore!

- Alright. We'Iljustleave.
- This is for real!

- I'm tryingto solve it.
- We can'tjustleave.

She had a gun.
Itwas totally selfdefense.

Agun in the bath? Are you nuts?

- We'll sayTore killed her to death.
- That stinks.

Howaboutthis?
We write a suicide note.

- She couldn'ttake it, and...
- You goddamned moron!

Tellthe police itwas an accident.
Theywouldn't getit.

They're just so damned suspicious.
Don'ttrustpeople.

Gerd went batshit
when she heard about Susle.

She ordered us to move
the bodyto...somewhere else.

Whatthe...

- Who tookthe body?
- I have no clue.

- It's justweird.
- It's all myfault.

Thlrteen Is snitchlng.
There's more money.

Don'tworry, Erik. Puke allyou want.
I'll clean itup later.

Nothingto worry about.

There.

You sitin the front.

- Come on. We're class mates.
- You didn't come to the reunion.

You upset everyone.
I'd made a killer punch.

- Butthatwas two years ago.
- That's nothing.

- I'm puttingthe baby seathere.
- You can'tbringthe kid.

You drive, Mick.

- Howmuch do you know?
- Aboutwhat?

- Like us shooting Susie.
- Are you slow, or something?

- I have somethingto tell.
- What's in the bag? What smells?

It's crab, butnevermind.
I have somethingto confess.

It's just awful.
Shouldn'tyou be tapingthis?

- Interviewwith Gudrun...
- M�rtensson.

- September 30th...
- Mymaiden name is Karlsson.

That doesn'tmatter.
You needto stand a little closer.

Or you'll have to speak up.
I can hold it.

I boughtthese with stolen money.

Ablowdryer and a fur coat.

Itookthe moneyfrom an estate.
I'm fully preparedto do mytime.

Ithought I needed
to change my Ilfe.

That can be quite costly.

I booked a trlp
I haven't pald for yet.

I justwantedto
get out ofthls mess.

Ouch.

You can leave a message
atthetone.

- Oh, hello...
- God damn you.

- You were in my apartment.
- No, Iwasn't.

This was in mykitchen. No one else
writes love letters to The Chimp.

Pull, you stinking little brat.

- Open up, Susie!
- Damn.

Open the door, Susie.

I should have
splitthe moneywith you.

I'm sorry aboutthat. I don'tknow
whathappened. Nowlwantto.

- Where are they?
- I'm sure you know.

I needthe moneymore than you.
I'm starting a newlife in Stockholm.

You're notthe onlywho wants
a newlife. You're all set.

You're a youth.
Pretty, slim and attractive.

I deserve the money, too. 22 years
I spent atthe nursing home.

For 22 years I've been sitting
at death beds, listening...

- The money's nothere anyway.
- I'll smash your damned Chimp photo!

No! Putthe photo down,
and I'IItellyou.

Here's the deal. I hidthem,
but I don'tremember where.

- I don'tbelieve you.
- I can well imagine.

Iwas high as hell, and
I hidthem somewhere clever.

- Clever? You can'tfindthem.
- The cleverness wore off.

You'll never be clever, Susie.

Knowthis: I'll always be smarter
than you, you stinky old hag!

You bastard!

I picked up the suitcase
and came back.

Andthenthe mallman helped me
pullthe suitcasetothe car.

The same daythey burledthe old
lady who had saved 500000.

No one suspected
there weretwo bodles Inthere.

I don'tthink I believe you.
The tub has a bullethole.

She musthave been shot.

What are you doing?

She was dead before she was shot.
It's all on this tape.

You go stand over there.

You, too.

- One question: Where is the money?
- Take it easy. I don'tknow.

- I swear.
- You do it.

This is like a movie. Stand closer
together, so I getboth ofyou.

- You can't shootme.
- Didn'twe wantthe money?

He knows nothing aboutthat,
but does knowwe killed Susie.

- Oh, right.
- I don'tknowwhere the moneyis.

I can't do this. We collected
Star Wars stufftogether.

- Shoot.
- Calm down, Gerd.

Erik, do you still have your laser
swords andthe starship?

He was into Obi-Wan Kenobi,
and I dug Princess Lena.

Shoot, or we'll all go to jail.
I'll be in until I'm 90.

- Could you do ityourself? Please?
- Calm down, Gerd.

- Unbelievable.
- But I killed her first.

Here's whatwe'll do. We'Iljust
letbygones be bygones.

Mostlyfor your sake.

Andfor her I'm making a porch?
People are so damned phoney.

Damn it, Gerd.

Grits. I'm down atthe mill,
dealingwith things.

- Who is this?
- Listen. Leave mywife alone.

- Who was it?
- Tore. He's atthe hamburger stand.

- So, whathappens to me now?
- Nothing. You can go home.

Take the fur coat
and blowdryer with you.

- Screwthis, Gerd.
- You're staying.

No. I'm not doing
this childish crap. I quit.

- Itold you to stay.
- No. I'm goingto clean up mylife.

Start doing normal,
reality-based stuff.

Notjust drinkbeer
and hide mybaldness.

- Yeah, real smart.
- Smart? Do you mean it?

Thanks, Gerd. You're the first
person to call me smart.

Smart...

Whatthe fuck are you doing?

Whatthe hell?

Gerd? Whatthe hell
have you done to Grits?

What's the matter with Grits?
Gerd?

You've gone too far, Gerd.
Come on, give up.

Ljustturned on the alarm,
so all cars are alerted.

Davidson. Yeah, good. Bye.

The walkie talkie has no range.
It's from 1987. Pure crap.

OK, good. Bye.

Thatwas them. They'll be here soon.

Are you the only one here, Gerd?

Davidson. I don'thave time
to talkto the press.

Who tipped you off?
Alright, butmake it quick.

Some damned junkie
woman here has...

Why did you run,
ifyou were innocent?

I don'tknow.

- Where's the blowdryer lady?
- We keptrunning.

Andwhen we came
to the kiosk, there she was.

She seemedto be choking, from
a Grits and mashed potatoes.

Where's the money? I

- Unbellevable.
- But I kllled herflrst.

Oh, shit...

Sorry.

- Who are you calling?
- The cops.

Notthe cops here.
I'IItalkto them in Stockholm.

- I'Iljoin you. I've had ithere.
- I gotcha.

Waithere for me, and I'll go
pack mybag. Waithere!

Damn it. I hate sad endings.

The interviewcassette
is in the stereo over there.

If Susie had been my sister,
she wouldn'tbe dead.

To each his own.
It's a free country, unfortunately.

Letme go now.

Lfyou tell a single person
that I got a little sad...

Iwill killyou.

Yeah.

Bye bye, hometown. Or?

Look.

ERIKSV�RD
SLIMSUSIE

Translation: John EThelin
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