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Thank you, Fragancia.
Thanks for coming. You must help me.

I'm not here to help you. I want
to know what you did to my brother.

THE CROWN JEWELS

God's own little angel.

My sister Fragancia...

Don't worry about me.

I'm fine down here.

The nights are quiet.

If I lie on my back,
I can make out the stars.

Like a distant mirage
in a different world.

A world far, far away from here.

It's time.

Tell me what happened.

You went up to Mr. Persson's house
at midnight to see Richard Persson.

Why?

We have plenty of time.

You won't believe me.

I beg your pardon?

If I'm going to tell you,
I want you to believe me.

You're charged
with a serious crime, Fragancia.

- What I believe doesn't matter.
- It's all that matters.

Sure... I believe you.

Now tell me...from the beginning.

My dad, Fernández Fernández,
had always wanted a son.

A real bull of a son...

El toro...

Why, if it isn't Mr. Fernández
from the stockroom.

Right...so it seems everyone's
expecting a little one tonight.

No, not little.
This is the greatest thing there is.

What'll it be, you think?
A boy or a girl?

It'll be a toro. I mean a boy -
my first-born son.

- And you, Mr. Persson?
- See the curtain over there?

That's where the world's greatest
hockey player will make his entrance.

Trust me.

Congratulations, gentlemen.
One of each.

- Be careful.
- Why, it's a real bull.

- There's been a mistake here.
- No, no mistake.

That flatness will sort itself out.

This won't sort itself out- this is
what we in Europe call "a girl."

So sorry, there's been a mix-up.

No, no, it's exactly right.

Fernández... It's true.
I had a daughter.

- A daughter?
- The girl is ours.

Give it here. Damned child thief.

Take care of him.

- Doctor!
- He just slipped...

- You must care for your son.
- He just slipped out of my hands...

But...Richard Persson
survived the fall.

Yes. The doctors saved his life
by putting a metal plate in his head.

But he never was
quite like the rest of us.

Still, from that day, it was as though
something linked us together.

You'll get us killed
with all that experimenting.

You must believe it's possible
in order to get anywhere.

Never forget that, Fragancia.

Tell me one person who's ever been
remotely close to succeeding.

- August Strindberg, in Paris.
- That was fool's gold.

Glenn Seaborg transmuted led into gold
in one quite successful attempt.

And soon, you'll be able to add
one more name to that list.

Fernández Fernández.

I'm so close, I can feel it.

Man shouldn't know all,
it's against the laws of nature.

The laws of nature?

What do we know about
the laws of nature, Marianne?

I remember my childhood nights.

These magical nights.

All the laws of nature
ceased to exist.

There were no distances anymore.

Just reaching out your hand...

...you could pick a star off the
firmament and put it in your pocket.

As easily as you pick a yellow lemon
off a lemon tree during the day.

The idiots in the stockroom got
a full order of size 13 dress shoes.

- They'll sell eventually.
- What the hell do you know?

Solvigg!

What am I paying
these people for anyway?

Mr. Persson demanded a lot
of everyone - especially of his son.

It's not what it used to be.

Not only was he to be
a world class ice hockey player.

He was expected to take over the shoe
factory, passed down for generations.

PERSSON'S SHOES

Morning...

At the time,
my dad worked at the factory.

But what he really dreamed of
was of becoming a scientist.

To him it was only a matter of time
before he'd be the first man ever...

...to chemically produce real gold.

- Hi there!
- Mr. Persson!

- I want to sign up my kid.
- Of course!

You all will have to wait.

- Will the ice hold this year?
- Well, I don't know...

Without artificial ice,
we'll have to adapt to the weather.

I'll look into it. Just make my kid
the best hockey player around here-

- and I'll see to it
that we get a rink here.

- Could we really get a rink here?
- Yes.

- Tie it like this...
- You must eat before you go skating.

...or else you will fly off.

Those of you who are new
can give it a try, carefully.

Wait up! Here comes another one.

Where's her gear?

She's wearing skates.

Go! Get up! You okay?

- Good job, Fragancia!
- Go all around!

Bravo, Fragancia!

- Bravo, Fragancia!
- Get up again.

Good job!

- You have to be careful.
- What the hell?

- You okay?
- This simply won't do!

- Your head hurts?
- This is what you get when girls play.

What no one knew, is this
would be the first of many fits.

Richard would have to learn
to live with them.

I see here that Richard Persson
comes up again later on...

...in the report on
your brother's disappearance.

You want to tell me about that?

We'll get back to that.

How old were you
when your brother was born?

Almost seven.

So this time, you got a real bull.

No, something much better.

A syndrome? Oh...

¡Un síndrome! ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué?

- What's that?
- It means your brother is very special.

- You'll have to help looking after him.
- I promise I will.

- What will his name be?
- His name will be Jesús.

Jesús...

That voice, singing
in china cupboards...

...and raging through the deep
currents of the rapids...

...had been traveling
for one hundred million years.

It was that voice that told me
I had nothing to fear.

I knew this was where I belonged.

But I also knew
that my time had not yet come.

From time to time,
it so happens here on Earth...

...that a child is born
with a heart of gold.

One could easily think
this happens to anyone...

...who washes behind their ears
and say their prayers.

That's not the case.
There's only one sure way...

...to find out who among
God's children has a heart of gold.

- How?
- They sink like stones in water.

- They die?
- No, not at all.

They roam the bottom of the sea.

And all the lakes and rivers
all over the world.

They stick old shoes on all the
fish hooks dangling in the water.

Now go to sleep, my angel.

Jesús...

Jesús!

Jesús, wait up!

You can't just walk off like that.
You know we have to stick together.

Persson kept his promise and built
a modern rink on the sports ground.

Now it was up to Richard to get him
a return on his investment.

I had kept playing, too.

Despite Mr. Persson's reluctance
to having girls on the team.

Tell that pea brain to stop staring.

But Richard for some reason
liked my being there.

- Hey, Fragancia.
- Hi, Richard.

- Come on!
- Get there, Richard!

Referee!

The metal plate helped him
endure most hits.

- Enough!
- But I was toast.

This is a serious sports club,
not some playground.

Doesn't it say somewhere
that girls aren't allowed?

But soon afterwards,
things would start to change.

It was when Pettersson-Jonsson
moved to town.

- Pettersson-Jonsson?
- Yes, Pettersson-Jonsson.

The world's greatest
ice hockey player.

- Hi!
- Hi.

- Pettersson-Jonsson.
- Pettersson...

My dad, the butcher,
is called Petter Jonsson.

I'm his successor, so everyone
calls me Petter's son Jonsson.

Want to skate together?

This ice rink belongs to my dad.

- Yeah?
- The factory belongs to my dad.

And the houses, the cars, and the
birds in the trees belong to my dad.

Don't you get what that means?

Yes. That your father must be
the biggest liar there's ever been.

And you, the biggest idiot,
for believing him.

Richard naturally couldn't stand him.

I'll make you the world's
greatest hockey player.

I'll be Piotr Fedorov
and you'll be "The Dragon" Slivovitz.

Slivovitz is approaching goal
at full speed!

He's ready to fire off
his mighty shot when...

Pettersson-Jonsson wasn't just
so much better out on the ice.

I also loved him
more than anything else.

Girls are funny. You taste like snakes.

Hey, kid?
I'd like to have a word with you.

So...

Right... Not bad.

Not bad at all -
"A sausage that packs a punch."

If he insists on being seen playing
hockey, might as well profit from it.

That's enough, Dad.
Let's go, Fragancia.

This is Gordon Jones...

Steven Cortsen...and Bill Hike.

Who's this?

Don't you know? It's Goldie Bernhard,
the world's greatest forward.

Look, he's got real gold teeth.

You want it?

Look.

What have you got there, Jesús?

- Key.
- Pretty.

I wonder where they go.
May I have a look?

The first key...

It goes to...happiness.

The second key...

Where does that one go?
It goes to joy.

And the third key...

I know! To love.

Love... That's right, Fragancia.

And the fourth key...

You'll have to find out
for yourself where it goes.

Glad you took the time
to visit our town, Mr. Wallinder

I like to follow the players
around the country.

Not for me.
I have to get back tonight.

- A small one makes you drive better.
- No, I'm off to Canada in the morning.

I'm going to see Goldie Bernhard play
his first game for the Rox Deadnecks.

Soon no one will remember
that name, Goldie Bernhard.

You'll know why once
you've seen my youngsters.

- Especially one.
- Interesting. Who?

My son, Richard Persson.

Come on, Richard! Get them, Richard!

You show them! Body-check him!

That's it. Go after the puck!

Let's see some hustle!

Go after them!

Keep close!

He's completely outstanding!
What did you say his name was?

Richard Persson, you are a misfortune!

You were an accident,
your birth was an accident.

Your death will also be an accident!

- Don't!
- Stop!

No, Martin. Please stop!

Millions of my money, wasted!
Do you realize that?

- Stop it!
- You're through now! It's over!

You're through now. Come here!

He traveled though the air, through
eons of time, and waves of love.

When we finally met, years later,
I realized he'd been waiting for me.

We didn't exactly speak.
That's not how it's done down here.

But since that day,
he's been traveling by my side.

The Ice Hockey Federation wants me
to do some tests, and then we'll see.

- Do you have to go?
- But I'll be back.

- Promise?
- I promise, Fragancia.

I promise.

- Where are you going?
- Home.

- Want to do something?
- No.

- But maybe...
- Won't you just leave me alone?

It's the skating...
It's the skating dork, right?

Don't you think I get it?

Richard thought everything would go
back to normal. But he was wrong.

Make sure to protect your heads.
Know this...

If you're out bare-headed
during a full moon...

...you might lose
both your hair and mind.

Nothing would ever go back to normal.

Mom was the first one
of us all to sense it.

I'm so happy, it almost scares me.

There's nothing to be
scared of, my love.

I don't know, but I think it's coming.

What? What kind of silly talk is that?

Misfortune... I think it's coming.

Don't worry about it.

If misfortune knocks on our door,
we'll just not let it in.

I trusted dad. I always had.

Finally, I understood. That was much
later, and it was too late by then.

- Too late for...?
- Everything.

Everything?

- How was lunch?
- Fine, thanks.

There's one thing
I want us to talk about more.

How was your relationship?

- Yours and Richard's?
- Relationship?

The fact is, victims and perpetrators
often have a close relationship.

Who's the victim
and who's the perpetrator?

Yes, Fragancia...

You tell me.

Truth be told, he probably wished
for us to be an item - but I didn't.

- Were you afraid of Richard?
- No, not exactly, but...

Did it get away?

It was as though he constantly
had to prove something.

Especially after
his failed hockey career.

So he didn't continue playing?

I don't think he ever set foot
in that ice rink again.

Pettersson-Jonsson did
a lot better, though.

Having completed a series of tests,
both physical and psychological...

...he was invited to join the national
youth team's camp in Moscow.

I have to see what the famous Russian
women have to offer, while I'm here.

They're worse for wear,
but they do the trick - guaranteed.

I waited for Pettersson-Jonsson
to return, like he'd promised.

Days turned into weeks...

- Bye, Fragancia.
- Bye, Karsten.

Weeks turned into months,
and still he didn't come.

Finally I learned he'd been picked
for the World Cup squad...

...as the youngest player ever.

Pettersson-Jonsson
now with the puck...

He takes the puck
and slides over the red line...

He's now over the blue line.
and what does he do? A pirouette!

What a pirouette! And he scores!

Pettersson-Jonsson scores,
and what a goal it is!

Ladies and gentleman,
he's just phenomenal!

Our hero, what a debut performance!

That could have been you,
with a little more effort.

- I don't want to watch.
- You watch this! Watch and learn!

So the corpse is alive?

- You sit!
- I don't want to!

Leave him alone! He's my son, too!

And it shows. He's as untalented,
soft, and worthless as you are.

If you weren't so wrinkly,
at least your skin could be recycled.

As loafers. Or insoles.
That is all you'll ever amount to!

Stop it! Martin!

Go back to bed, it's all right.
Go back to bed!

Is it serious?

I'm afraid so.

- May the children visit her?
- Yes, of course.

But it's better to let Mrs. Fernández
get a couple of days' rest first.

- Look...
- She's so pretty.

You want to feed her?
Her name is Alice.

- Alice...
- We're going to look after her.

What pretty flowers...

We'll fill the entire kitchen
with flowers when you get home.

You're always exaggerating.

Who will tell us stories if you die?

- The stories are always there.
- But where?

In there.

Listen...and you'll hear them.

There's only one sure way...

...to find out who among them
have a heart like that.

You see,
they sink like stones in water.

So God has to summon all his
best angels to watch over them.

Dear God,
please make mom well again.

Right. We'll get back to the bank
on Monday. Great, thank you.

Yes?

Fernández! Wonderful.
We have a few matters to discuss.

- Please...
- Thank you.

This business isn't what it used to be.

The competition
from overseas has stiffened.

Many factories in Europe
are shutting down.

- What a shame.
- Yes...

So we'll have to rethink
the way we do things.

What do you think I have in mind?

- Maybe machine-sewn espadrilles?
- No...

Damned rubber sailing boots?

- I wouldn't think so.
- You're right, Fernández.

No, I'm thinking qua-li-ty.

Persson's dress shoe "Privilege".

Of the highest quality.

Quality, of course,
means exclusiveness.

Exclusiveness is synonymous
with a smaller scale.

A smaller scale it is - you're fired.

Huh?

I can't keep all my manpower
with this concept.

- You think I'm made of gold?
- No, of course not.

But I've got a wife who's sick and
weak, and no savings whatsoever.

- Right.
- I've never done this before...

- I can tell.
- I'm imploring you!

- I'm begging you!
- That's enough.

- I'm begging you.
- I hear you. Now go!

- Let me... Let me keep it.
- Get out... Get out!

- Let me keep my job.
- All right, that's enough.

- Where's Karin?
- She needs to get some rest.

She needs to get some rest?

What would happen
if I just got some rest?

Think I'd get anything done
if I rested, like your mother?

- No.
- That's right.

With these Hottentots and blackamoors
trying to take over the industry-

- ruining honest people like me.

Hard work is the only answer.

No! Stop it...

Let me go... No!

Mom! Don't go!

Mom...

Alice? Alice...

Alice?

Alice?

Where's Alice?

Jesús! Did you release Alice?

Huh? You little pea brain!

You released Alice!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Jesús.

I'm sorry.

Remember where the first key goes?

The first key...goes to happiness.

Happiness...

The second key goes to joy.

- Joy.
- And the third key is the key to love.

Love.

Key?

You know the fourth key, you must
find out for yourself where it goes.

Over there.

- Richard!
- Bull's-eye.

- This is quite something.
- Not a bad dinner, huh?

No, no! I'm having it stuffed
and hanging it above the mantelpiece.

There! I saw something.

Be still.

Nice shot!

- Hi, Fragancia.
- What do you want?

- I've got a moped.
- I can see that.

- Want to go for a ride?
- No.

Mom split.

- What do you mean, "split"?
- She left us.

But why?

I guess she was unhappy.
Like, lacking something.

But you have everything
one could ever wish for.

No. People assume a lot of things.

They don't know,
but they think they do.

- So what's the truth?
- The truth is...

You, Fragancia - you've got it all.

Not exactly.

I'd do anything
to trade places with you.

I feel sorry for you, Richard.

Don't. I'm made of steel, remember?

Does it hurt a lot?

- Come, I want to show you something.
- What?

I've got something for you. A surprise.

- What is it?
- You'll love it. Come on!

Ladies first.

- It's dark.
- Go on in, I'll turn on a light.

Sit.

- What's that?
- An Accipiter Gentilis.

A goshawk - I stuffed it myself.

- I have to go.
- No, don't!

- You didn't get your surprise yet.
- What is it?

You know I dream about you
at night, don't you?

- Your hair...your eyes...
- Richard!

I want to tell you so many things.
So many things you don't know about.

The pain I live with - you don't know.

It's like an axe in my head.
I get these flashes...

- Stop it, Richard!
- I want to show you something.

- No, I want to go home.
- Sit down! I'll get your surprise.

Nice, isn't it?

No! Fragancia, please!

Please, be quiet.

Fragancia! Be quiet!

Quiet! Quiet!

Quiet.

Did you tell anyone
what Richard did to you?

What about Pettersson-Jonsson?

I wrote letters.

But the letters all came back.

Not even his father
had a permanent address for him.

But we kept seeing him
in the papers and on TV.

Next time I heard of him,
he'd been drafted by the NHL.

So now, there was no turning back.

He'd get to meet
Goldie Bernhard - in real life.

Here's our own golden boy,
Pettersson-Jonsson.

He's about to tussle with just about
the world's toughest opponents...

The Rox Deadnecks.

Here they come out
on the ice, one by one.

Florian Simonie...
Pekka Jaronen...Peter Johnson....

...Stephen Harris...
Goldie Bernhard...

...Rino Bressina...Jack white...

Besides that one attempt in the first
period, it's been a slow game today.

Now there's something
happening down there.

Our nation's hero, Pettersson-Jonsson,
is turning on the heat.

This is how we're used
to seeing him...

The slugger and butcher's son,
Pettersson-Jonsson.

It seems something's caught his eye.
What... What's he doing?

He's stopped playing
and just skates over the ice.

He's not interested in the puck.
What's he doing?

He throws the stick,
the gloves, the helmet...

They're going to fight! They're
about to go at it like madmen!

what the...?
Our own hero, Pettersson-Jonsson...

...kisses the legend and killer,
Goldie Bernhard. It'll be murder!

And that was that.

Surely you've seen the front pages?

They were on every newsstand
all over the country after that.

Not just here, but all over the world.

What does the future look like?

We're planning on moving in together.

So it'll be a while before
we'll see you at home again?

He'll be back, you'll see.

When?

In time.

And you really do have time
on your side, my angel.

Even if it doesn't seem that way now.

What about you, Mom?

I feel like a Christmas tree
ready to be thrown out.

The first thing to go is the tinsel,
then the balls come off.

Soon the stand will be loosened,
and I'll be completely bedridden.

Finally, I'll shed all my needles.

Then you can just throw me out.

Fragancia!

Hi!

- Aren't you happy to see me?
- I don't even know you.

- It's me...Pettersson-Jonsson.
- I don't know anyone by that name.

"The Dragon" Slivovitz...the world's
greatest ice hockey player.

Seriously, can't you be
a little happy for me?

What are you...going to do?

Drown myself.

Fragancia... Come on, you can't...

You can't just undress
right in front of me.

Goodbye, then.

Please, Fragancia! Let's talk about it!

We've talked enough.

Aren't you going to save me, you dork!

You don't get it, I have a cramp.

Well, then I guess we'll never
meet again. Goodbye again.

Fragancia?

Fragancia, cut it out.
It's not funny. Cut it out.

Fragancia!

I'm telling you, I can't help it!

Pettersson-Jonsson!

Where are you, you idiot?

What are you doing? Are you insane?

I told you I had a cramp.

You haven't got a cramp,
Pettersson-Jonsson.

You've got...

...wood.

You know I'm not...

I know.

Come here.

You can't swim, can you?

I'm completely useless.

Even in the bathtub,
I sink like a stone.

It's just because
you've got a heart of gold.

Hardly.

If I did, I'd never leave you.

No, but you will.

I know.

I must be insane.

And for damned Goldie Bernhard...

For damned Goldie Bernhard.

- Do you love him?
- So much it hurts.

And me?

You know I do.

I want to hear you say it.

I love you, too.

Welcome to our school's
end-of-year ceremony.

So many smiling faces...

I'm truly happy...

...to see so many
beatific faces here today.

Faces filled with faith and hope...

...about to embark on their
life journey with a light step...

...and hopes of a bright future.

When the disciples asked...

I was stepping more lightly
than most others...

...but I was headed
somewhere entirely different.

This was my last day on Earth...

...and I'd already caught
a glimpse of Heaven.

What are you doing?

Jesús!
Have you completely lost your mind?

You want to embarrass me completely?

It's like I can't let you out
in public. Have a seat here.

You stay here till I come out again.

Look at me! You stay here.

...and to come out on the other side...

...with your joy intact.

Jesús... Where are you going?

Keys.

Nice. Where do they go?

Let me see.

Keys...

We're headed down to the beach.

Want to come with? Huh?

Jesús...

Jesús!

Jesús!

Want some beer?

You want your keys?

You want them?

Get them from him.

Now I've got them.

Come and get them. Come and get them!

Now they're here, come and get them.

Here, give me...

You want your keys?

There's your keys for you!

Aren't you going to get them?

Excuse me... Have you seen Jesús?

What? No.

Jesús!

Jesús!

Where's Jesús?

Where's Jesús?

Jesús!

Jesús!

What did you do, you bastard?

If you've done something to Jesús,
I'll kill you, Richard.

I'll kill you.

Did he tell you what happened?

It's important that you tell me
exactly what he said.

He didn't say anything.

Not at the time, not later.

His friends gave contradictory
statements to the police.

Did you speak to his friends?

No. And I don't know
if I'd call them his friends.

I think he was all alone.

Even if there was no evidence
to link him to a crime...

...the accusations were in the air.

Jesús!

Jesús!

Marianne...

Can you hear me?

Everyone is looking for him,
they'll find him.

How did your dad take it?

Dad?

Well...he did what he always does.

What he always does?

He wouldn't give up.

Long after the search had been
called off, he'd keep looking.

Anybody there?

Richard... Come on,
I'll help you get home.

Protect your head, Richard.

Or you'll lose both your hair and mind.

Take care of him.

You must care for your child.

He just slid...

He just slid right out of my hands.

I've spoken to your mother.

She worries about you.

Time went on, and dad resumed
his quest to produce gold.

Now more intensely than ever.

I started thinking he'd
lost his mind for real.

Enough, Dad. There's no food
on the table, you get that?

But it wouldn't matter if there was,
since they've turned off the gas, too!

You know why?

Because you haven't paid
the bills for months!

You don't have a job anymore.

Soon we won't have a house,
unless you start facing reality.

Are you saying it's wrong to fight?
To refuse to give in to death?

No, but it's wrong to lie, Dad!

Everything is not possible.

It's not possible to pick the stars off
the firmament, even if you believe it.

Don't you get it, Dad?
You can't make gold...

...and mom won't get better just
because we wish she would, and...

...Jesús isn't coming back.

Forgive me, Fragancia. Forgive me.

But I'm so close now.

I know...that if I just find
the right temperature...

I was wrong about you, Mr. Fernández.

You're no scrounger. You're no
child thief, but an honest man.

If you knew how prices have plunged
because of all these Hottentots...

...you wouldn't even dream
of asking for your job back.

My days are numbered, you know.

Probably yours as well.

You can start tomorrow morning.

Do you mean it?

Mr. Persson is all too kind.

Yeah, well...

Here's an advance,
so you can pay your gas bills.

And buy some chocolates
for your poor wife.

I'm so terribly sorry...

...but we've got an unpaid gas bill
that I'd like to settle.

Could we have it turned on right away?

Honey, I'm home!

Excuse me...

Have you seen my brother?

Jesús! Jesús!

Fragancia... How are you?

We took up a collection for a wreath,
but weren't sure which flowers...

It's no use, he doesn't speak anymore.

Dear friends...

We've gathered here together
to honor Marianne's memory...

...and share the grief we feel.

At the same time, it's a relief to know
that Marianne no longer suffers.

That she no longer feels any pain...

...or anguish about what lies ahead.

And once we've dried our tears...

...her bright memory
will forever live on.

Now, if you'll hand me
the urn, Fernández...

Fernández...
Would you hand me the urn?

I need the urn now, you see.

Fernández, would you please
hand me the urn?

I just need the urn, you see.

Give me the urn, would you please?

Fernández!

The urn!

Well, I don't know...

- Welcome!
- Welcome, this is us.

- I'll take your bag.
- Shall we go inside?

So...I've got some students
coming here at four.

Maybe you'd like to join us for a bit?

Might be nice to meet some people
your own age, as a first step...

Jesus said...

...may he who seeks
keep seeking until he finds.

Once he finds, he will worry.

Once he worries, he will marvel.

And...so to speak...

Visiting hours are over.

It's time to get some rest, buddy.

His name is Fernández.

And my dad isn't like
everyone else in here.

- He's special, he possesses knowledge.
- So do many people in here.

Look around. We've got cat burglars
and dream interpreters...

...knife throwers and tiger tamers...

People with a perfect pitch
or infallible judgment.

That guy over there speaks in reverse.

She has found the meaning of life.

See that old man over there?

He can read what's
written in the stars.

And that guy has solved
the mystery of eternity.

As you see,
in here everyone's special.

Fragancia...

While we chat, a crime scene
investigation is being carried out.

Even if you don't tell me everything,
we'll soon have the facts.

- You think I'm hiding something?
- No, but...

...I never get a straight answer,
you take these detours...

So what do you want to know?

The gun. Where did you get the gun?

- I found it.
- You found it?

Yes.

It was kind of by chance.

Or, to quote scripture:

"What good will it be for a man to gain
the whole world and forfeit his soul?"

That is so true.

- But Karsten...
- No, I'll take them.

So I...thought maybe we could
get together...sometime.

Just the two of us.

I'm sorry.

But what about Pettersson-Jonsson?
Wasn't he the one for you?

Sometimes you have to let go.
Realize it's impossible.

Says she who was raised
to never give up.

It was my dad who said that, not me.

Besides, rumors were rife that
Goldie Bernhard had proposed.

The whole world press was
looking forward to the wedding.

It would be held after the Deadnecks'
season ending in the spring.

And it would be the sports world's
wedding of the century.

That is a deer.

That's a different deer.

Shall we go to my room?

Can we open it?

There you go...

Two shotguns to hunt fowl.

Then there's a Sabatti,
for hunting small game.

- And this one?
- That's an old Mauser.

It's been passed down,
it's not so much for hunting.

All done?

Richard... Richard!

I'm leaving now, Richard.

I think you should do the same.

Soon there'll be nothing left.

Take care of yourself.

Solvigg!

No dough, no go! No dough, no go!

- What do you want me to do about it?
- Come down, we want to talk to you!

There are no real workers anymore.

No sportsmanship.

You've got a call on line four.

It's the bank.

Hello?

The house?

What...are you talking about?

Hello? Hello?

- What are you doing?
- We're moving out!

The factory is closing down.
The house will be sold.

- Does mom know?
- "Does mom know?"

Which one? My mom? Your mom?

Whose mom? The dog's mom? Whose?

Your wife.

I have no wife.

I have no family. Everything,
absolutely everything, is gone.

- I'm still here.
- Yes. Unfortunately.

What do you mean by that?

You know why the factory is closing
down and the house must be sold?

Probably the Hottentots...

No, because I'm not getting any
orders, and why is that? Answer me!

Because people don't get
that Persson's dress shoes...

Because nobody wants anything
to do with us, and you know why?

- Because you...
- No, because you...

You killed an innocent child.

You'll never escape your guilt.

Neither will you, Dad.

Forgive me.

There are some things
you cannot do anything about.

Things that just happen.

Some call it fate.

Others call it sheer hard luck.

None of it matters to me anymore.

what does matter, however,
is not to shatter people's dreams.

And it's ill-advised to walk around
unprotected under a full moon.

But most important of all...

...is that one must never, ever,
take someone else's keys.

Gosh darn it...

- Yes?
- May I have a word with you?

- Why, of course.
- It's about...

Can we go somewhere else?

Of course. We can go
to the church, my child.

What did she say?
You have to tell me.

She didn't say anything,
except she'd been at the beach.

Even if she did say something,
I can't share it with you, Fragancia.

- You have to understand that.
- But it's my brother...

It's my family!

You must forget. Forgive and forget.

- I've tried, I really have.
- Yes, but...

I need to know what happened to Jesús.

You can't catch up with the truth.

You have to give it time.

Let it escape, in order
for it to come back to you.

Without shame, without guilt.

With all due respect for the pastor...

...but to talk to me about guilt
and shame after all that happened...

...it only strengthened my resolve.

And what did you do?

What I did?

I decided to find out the truth.

- At all costs, this time.
- At all costs?

Mr. Persson had forbidden his son
to ever return to their house.

So I went looking
in the only place I knew of.

I knew Richard would make
himself known sooner or later...

And before long, he did.

COME TO THE HOUSE TONIGHT
R.

- Hi.
- May I come in?

By all means, come in.

I'll make us some tea.

Thank you, Fragancia.
Thanks for coming. You must help me.

I'm not here to help you. I want
to know what you did to my brother.

We never found a gun.

But we did find these.

He wanted you to have them.

They're not mine to have.

Jesús needs to get his keys back.

Promise you'll give them to him!

When she was admitted she had cold
sweats, she was worried, stressed...

- How did she get out?
- I guess the door was unlocked.

- And the guard?
- Dunno. It's inexplicable.

How are you feeling?

Better, I guess.

What where you doing
with that gun, Fragancia?

- You say you got a gun.
- Yes, I did.

But you never used it?

I...

I couldn't.

The ballistics showed the shot
was fired from 9.5 yards behind you.

We found tracks in the bushes
matching a pair of shoes...

...of the brand Persson's
dress shoes "Privilege" - size ten.

This morning, a young huntsman found
Persson's car parked in the woods.

After that, it was quite clear
what had happened.

All the pieces came
together, as they say.

The same weapon was used on Richard.

So there's no doubt whatsoever
who the guilty person is.

So I'll have to ask you....

Why did you let us believe
it was you who had fired the gun?

Because I wish it had been me.

- Is he dead?
- No.

The bullet ricocheted
off the metal plate.

He's in this hospital,
just down the hall.

- Did they give you the keys?
- Jesús got them back.

I didn't mean to...

I just wanted to give you the keys.

You can't take someone else's keys.

What happened to Jesús?

- Jesús will drown...
- Jesus can't drown.

Jesus walks on water, didn't you know?

Don't fool him.

Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!

Check it out, he's doing it!

Jesús!

Jesús!

Jesús!

You have to believe me, Fragancia.

I didn't mean to...

- I didn't want to...
- I know.

The first key goes to happiness.

The second key goes to joy.

The third key goes to love.

I now know where the fourth key goes.

It's the key to Heaven's gate.

Why, if it isn't the famous
"The Dragon" Slivovitz.

Piotr Fedorov...

- Did you get beat up again?
- Yeah.

- You have to learn to fight back.
- I hate fighting.

- Admit it, you like it when I kiss you.
- Women may taste like snakes...

...but men don't exactly
taste like cookies, either.

Dad!

That's all there is to it.

Truth be told,
anybody could make gold.

With the strength to never
stop believing the impossible...

...and the calm to await
the right conditions in life.

The right balance between
pressure and temperature...

...life and death...

...and not least, a point in time
that will never come again.

What the...?

Look, it's a goldfish.

Should I release it?

I think you should.

Did I tell you about the children
with hearts of gold?

Yes, how they sink
like stones in water.

Yes.

But in Heaven, they fly
higher than anyone else.

Subtitles: Mario Bernengo
TC:subtitling 2011