All language subtitles for ondskan.s01e01

Erik.

Eric, wait. I can explain.

- Does he know?
- Not yet. Sit down.

What is it?

There is a boarding school in Sörmland.
Not far from Katrineholm.

Where no one knows who you are.

There you can start over
and become who you are.

- If not...
- If not what?

You are a good person, Erik.

You must take care of that.

Promise me it.

Promise me it.

I promise, Mom.

No man is born evil.

We are born with many
different possibilities within us.

Good and bad and everything in between.

We are all the result of something.

Of things we've been through.
Of things we have seen.

Experiences that shape
us and make us who we are.

Then it's Stjärnsberg.
It will be Stjärnsberg next time.

Next stop Stjärnsberg.

Otherwise, I think the
bangs were fine as they were.

Are you going to boarding school?
I could see that in you.

I am going to the regiment in Strängnäs.
I have signed up for the army.

Well, good luck with that.

We normally do not accept students
after the start of the school year -

- but your mother convinced
the board that you should be here.

We have high expectations
for the students.

The whole of Stjärnsberg rests on
responsibility, faith and camaraderie.

I hope I won't regret
that we said yes.

Certainly not.

The older students lead
the younger students.

The student council administers the day-to-day life.

Cleaning, mail delivery,
maintenance work.

We call it peer education.

We have high expectations
for our students' results.

It suits me fine.
That's why I'm here.

The schools communicate with each other.
I know very well why you are here.

Apparently there were no other
schools that would accept you.

It's up to you now what
you do with your time here.

I understand that.

In return... If you become
a student from Stjärnsberg -

- all doors will be open to you.

Not "if". I promise.

You must live in one of the student halls of residence.

The student council
president will help you settle in.

- They are waiting for you on Olympus.
- Olympus?

That's what it's always been called.

- Ask for Bernard von Schantz.
- Thanks.

Whiskey for the boys!

How are you boys?

He just sets them up for you.

I guess we have to put rat poison out again.

Can't read or don't know
what "private" means?

Neither. My name is Erik.

Otto Silverhielm. Welcome.

- I'm looking for Bernard von Schantz.
- Wait there. Von Schantz?

- Where is your uniform?
- In the bunk bag.

Here we always wear school uniform.
Both during school and free time.

- What are you doing now?
- I thought you said...

So you take your clothes off in the living room?

You're new, but until next time:

One: uniform. Always uniform.

Two: Knock. Always knock.

There was nothing to knock on.

Yes, someone also has
to have the low grades.

Bernard von Schantz,
Welcome to Stjärnsberg.

Keep up.

Here is the domain of reality.
That is, where you live.

In the main building are the reading
rooms, the library and the dining room.

You've already seen Olympus.
The fourth-year students live there.

Next time you get there,
you'll be four years older -

- or have snuck into it.

- Wignert.
- Von Schantz.

People have been home for the
weekend, so it's a bit empty here.

Reduce the distance and seek contact.

Department of Sports Idiots.
Are you like that?

Someone who plays sports?
It happens. Mostly swimming.

The pool is 25 meters long. Real
trains with Sosse on Thursdays.

- Is his name Sosse?
- No, but he is a social democrat.

Wait, wait, wait...

Wait, I told you!

- Take it easy, Leffler.
- He has butter in his hands.

You have to find each other.

Well. We try again.
A little shorter now. Come on, Leffler.

In the name of Jesus to the table we go.
Bless, dear God, the food we get.

Ponti, you have to sit here.
It's your place.

Hello.

- Has everyone arrived?
- It looks like it.

The regiment, what?

In here, we only eat
what's on the plate.

And we eat at exactly 6 p.m.

But it's your first night, so
we have to be understanding.

- Welcome to Stjärnsberg.
- Piss!

What the hell is going on, Johan?

Get up.

Is your head as relaxed
as your body? Get up.

It was unnecessary, right?

Ouch!

Wait.

- That must be enough.
- Such.

- Let go of my hand.
- It wasn't on purpose.

- You can't give me two.
- Able to? Yes I can.

Head down.

Eat. You don't have to look.
Now just eat.

310805.

- Hi, it's me.
- Hello.

Good, you call.
I just got a cancellation.

Can you wait a moment?

Now I am back. Let's see.

Do you think she can on Monday?
How are you feeling?

- Isn't he at work?
- No.

He got the days wrong.
We are both home tonight.

Is he very angry?

Yes, but I think the scales
are doing better now.

Should I call another time?

As I said, I have two available times
on Monday. Maybe it was something.

- Can I call then?
- Yes, if it suits you.

That's what I have this week.

I have to hang up.
My husband is waiting for an interview.

Sorry, mom.
I just wanted to say that.

- Pardon.
- Well, then it's a deal.

It was good to hear from you.

Are you Ponti?

Hello. Pierre Tanguy.

- Pardon. Do you like classic?
- No not really.

I'm used to having
the room to myself.

- What are you listening to?
- What I can get my hands on.

Elvis, Tommy Steele, that sort of thing.

Okay.
We just have to swallow each other's shit.

Yes, we must. Erik.

Pierre, as I said.

Have you gotten
away with it all day?

How do you know so much about it?

My mother died when I was
little, and someone had to do it.

There was a guy in the
canteen who got hit in the head.

- I've heard that. A pep talk.
- Pep talk?

To motivate him. I
also got a few of them.

- Why?
- That's included.

Don't take it personally. Hold
on, without gagging, and it will pass.

What if you shut up or hit back?

Then it is section 13.

"Violence against a council member results
in immediate expulsion from school."

Such.

Thanks.

Now you are a real Stjärnsberger.

Why did you start in the middle of the school year?

Visitation!

- What happens?
- Shut up, Ponti.

Tanguy can explain that you have
to stay in your skin when it's on.

- What are you doing?
- Eric...

Shut up, Ponti.

In a hole under the bed. What?

And me, who thought smoking
was forbidden for younger students.

Should it be mine? What the
hell is that? I have just arrived.

Be your mouth, Ponti. Speak nicely.

That's not how you talk in Stjärnsberg.

Did I hear anyone complain? What?

You just had to know that
the cigarette is not mine.

I guess we've got
someone who's talkative.

If so, would it be?
Does anyone else live here?

Hello?

Hello! Who the hell could it be?

No...

Not that? None of you?

Because then I think we
are back where we started.

- It is my.
- You don't smoke, Tanguy.

- Sometimes I do. It is my.
- No, it is not.

What will it be?
Is it yours or his?

So what?

Under the current circumstances,
it probably belongs to both of us.

You better be damned, Ponti.

You can expect a summons to
the council tomorrow, both of you.

Are you listening?

Well, boys. Look to get cleaned up.
It looks terrible here.

At Stjärnsberg, we
take care of our things.

Thanks.

Good, old-fashioned honesty
goes a long way, Ponti.

An honest breadwinner
is a rarity these days.

Did I mention your old boss
came in to eat again yesterday?

With clients.
When he ordered wine for the fifth time -

- I couldn't keep quiet.

"Take a good look at the bottle.
You'll see it again, but on his invoice."

What have we said
about elbows on the table?

Damn it if you can't keep
order at your own table.

We'll talk after dinner, you and I.

- What did they say about the wine?
- They know me. The twinkle in the eye.

They all laughed and when they
left they gave me 50 kroner as a tip.

So narrow-minded that they don't
even understand that you despise them.

It should be fine.

Rich parents who think their
children will become concert pianists -

- because they practice
your scales once a week.

Pretty isn't it.

- I have always been fond of music.
- You call that music?

Nah, this is music.

Sometimes you have to
take the bitter with the sweet.

Don't you agree with that?

No thanks. I have had enough.
You know how tired I get the next day.

- You're not going anywhere anyway.
- But it's many o'clock.

Where are you going?

I just need to talk to Erik.

If the evening is over anyway.

We can go into the other living room.

So he can't hear us.

Get some sleep.
I didn't want to wake you.

- It's a school day tomorrow.
- He doesn't deserve sleep.

So you've started sleeping with clothes on.

We didn't finish
talking, you and I.

After all, we can't go
to bed without finishing.

Such.

- Friends again?
- Friends again.

Get it off the wall.
It looks terrible.

Good night.

Good morning, Ponti.

We are talking about English language
authors. Do you have anything to say?

Oscar Wilde.

Should we start with the decent
ones before we get to the pederasts?

Has the teacher read "Dorian Gray"?

At Stjärnsberg, we
carefully select what we read.

So no, I haven't. Has Ponti?

In that case, not at all.

Then we note that
where you come from -

- is gay literature that counts.
You can sit down again.

Anyone else want to say something?

Not that?

- George Orwell?
- Excellent.

Good example.

Can anyone see what the
two authors have in common?

Wait, wait.

Do you always run like this?
I can not handle it.

Pardon. We only have one left.
We can take a break.

I think better when I run.

Leave it.
Why do you care about Johan S?

I dont do that. It is just...

What were the teachers doing in the dining hall?

They saw the whole
thing but just sat there.

You know what?
We need a break. Came.

- Darn it.
- It's not my fault.

"What you find in woods and fields."

- It was an arranged game. The cigarette.
- Of course it was.

Summoned to the council.
Who the hell do they think they are?

I thought the same thing
as you when I was new.

We find someone who has
the last control stamp, copy it -

- and get this shit
out of the world.

I don't know everything about the
regiment, but I don't think it's here.

Is it okay to talk to the soldier?
Are you on a secret mission?

In that case, you probably shouldn't
send smoke signals for the enemy to see.

You can smell the smoke from the hill.

You should move further into the forest.
For the sake of the fatherland.

We must remember that.

Do you know each other?

- What is her name?
- Marja.

Partly she is employed here, partly
she is three years older than us.

At least try to learn the
rules before you break them.

Came. Come on.

Come on!

- Paragraph 11. Are you taking the piss out of me?
- No.

"Students must not associate
with the serving staff."

It is not a joke. Do that and
you'll smoke out right away.

Do you think I'm kidding?
Don't you want to go here?

I have to go here.

You have to keep a low
profile, it's that simple.

The sooner you learn it,
the sooner it goes away.

- Is roast ham served today?
- It looks good! Is there any sauce?

Where is the line for fraternization?

Where all boundaries go. Between
the oldest students and all the rest of us.

- What the hell?
- Pardon.

It is enough! Damn...

Who are you trying to get fired?
Me or yourself?

I just dropped it.

The following students are
called to the council after dinner:

Carlén, Sandström,
Ragnarsson, Widegren -

- Jivestrand, Tanguy and Ponti.

Did someone say we're done?

One of the school's students has tried
to attract attention from the outside -

- about our internal affairs.

That is, someone has
called mother's home.

And mother has called and
complained to the principal.

We use peer parenting here.

We resolve our conflicts
internally between the parties.

Otto.

You can not do that.
You can't then...

Then we're done. Please eat.

- Johan S. was challenged to the field.
- The field?

You have seen Silverhielm's shoulders.

He swims three times a week and
wins every school championship.

A guy like Johan S
doesn't last five minutes.

And what are the rules?

That one must defend oneself
in a gentlemanly manner -

- until you have had enough of a beating.

Then you have to crawl out on
your knees and beg for mercy.

- Why stand up at all?
- Otherwise you're a rat.

Trust me, it's much worse
than getting beaten up.

We must go now. If we're
not there when they call us in -

- we can't go home at the weekend.

There will be an immediate curfew.

Ponti.

Welcome, Ponti.
Already back on Olympus.

Sit down.

You have rearranged the furniture, I see.

Then we begin the negotiations.
What do you have to say in your defense?

Isn't it customary to
make the accusation first?

Otherwise, I can't defend myself.

But do you know why
you have been summoned?

I'm here because I'm new, right?

So if we just say what I have
to do, it all goes much faster.

During an unexpected visit, a
cigarette was found under my bed.

Yes. It wasn't that hard, was it?

Do we have enough
information to make an opinion?

Don't you want to hear my side of the story?

What does young
Mr. Ponti have to contribute?

Now it wasn't my cigarette.

Do you blame your roommate?

No.
I said it wasn't my cigarette.

What's wrong with you, Ponti?

- Well. Shall we review the facts?
- Gladly.

One: You confirm that the
room where the find was made -

- is the room you share
with Pierre Tanguy. Correct?

- "Accepted", but otherwise correct.
- Pardon?

There is no such
thing as "proving".

Two: You say the
cigarette is not yours -

- but don't blame
Tanguy for that either.

Would you be so kind as
to explain something to me?

Had the cigarette just crawled
in and left the room on its own?

Is it the court's view that
this is a reasonable scenario?

Damn it, Bernhard!
Are you speaking against the advice?

We're just weighing the options, right?

- We are a court.
- There is nothing we.

You are a little real school rat.

And we are the ones
who score the penalty.

Well. I interpret it to mean
that even the defendant -

- can make it make sense that
the cigarette had come by itself.

That leaves us with two options.

Are you going to hang your roommate
on it, or are you going to confess?

However, there is the
aggravating circumstance -

- that no one saw a cigarette
before it was in the alderman's hands.

So technically he
may have put it himself.

Does your word carry more
weight than a fourth grader?

You would review the facts.

You imply that the culprit is
Otto Silverhielm. Is it correct?

It would be foolish to suggest so.

- I'm just raising the question.
- Shall we make a decision?

I have the feeling that the
council has reached a conclusion.

There is no need for
further consideration.

The council sentences Ponti to a
weekend sentence for tobacco possession -

- and another weekend of disobedience.

Can you give me one
more while you're at it?

There are only a few weeks
until the trees pop out...

I suggest you stop
before it goes too far.

What do you think? Well.
You find out for yourself.

I am glad you are well. It's a good
thing you're not coming home now -

- before he has calmed down.

Yes.

- What does he say about it all?
- We don't talk about it.

When do you think I can come
home and start a normal school?

No school in Stockholm will
accept you after what you have done.

If you want to study further, you
must have a degree from Stjärnsberg.

You know what? Sometimes I
think life gives us a second chance.

But then we have to grab it too.

- Right, Erik?
- I think something is going on.

- I have to go now.
- Going?

Yes, on the sports field. A contest.

- Good that you are enjoying yourself.
- Yes mom. We'll talk by.

- Is he coming?
- I think.

- Now look there.
- Johan S, welcome to the field.

Come closer.

I hereby beat you,
Johan Sigurdsson, to a rat.

I hereby appoint you, Otto
Silverhielm, to be prefect of punishment.

Defend yourselves in a gentlemanly manner -

- or crawl out of the field and
beg for mercy. Understood?

- May the best man win.
- Come on!

Will the idiot fight with a watch and a tie?

Okay, I'll let you begin. Give
me one on the horn. I deserve it.

- No.
- Come on. Right there.

Come on, push.

Give the rat what he deserves!

Rat! Rat! Rat!

Erik. Eric!

Let's do one more round
and you'll be a rat for life.

Hands up.

Come on, Johan!

You get one more hit. Put effort in.

Put in the effort! Put in the effort!

Johan S! Johan S! Johan S!

- Are you a rat?
- Crawl, Johan!

Crawl, crawl, crawl!

Crawl, crawl, crawl!

Crawl, crawl, crawl!

No man is born evil.

We are born with many
different possibilities within us.

Good and bad and everything in between.

John S.

All we can do is see
the evil around us.

See it and try to resist.

Lyrics: Neel Rocco Iyuno