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The true story of a 17-year-old nymphomaniac

I don't have any money.

It's not money I want.

You want to...

I have to...

Somebody might come in.

Open up, damn it!

Hold the door shut.

Was I good?

Oh, God, yes. You'd better wash your face.

Can I see you again?

What's your phone number?

Look at her.

Fucking slut.

What do you want?

Come with me.

Go with you? Are you a hooker?

No.

Ijust want you to come with me.

I am good.

You felt forced to leave with the man, even though you'd just been with the boy?

Yes.

How's that?

I was forced against my will.

It would make you sick if you knew the men I've felt forced to sleep with or blow.

Dirty old men.

Drunks who can barely stand.

Boys who are barely 15...

...scared to death.

Junkies who think they're dreaming.

And cruisers from every trashy place in town.

Shut up, Maria!

Poor thing...

...having to go through all this just because you feel worthless.

Do you live here in town?

In a small town?

There's that damn slut.

She's gonna get it.

Get lost! You're done picking up guys in here.

You're finished.

Leave him alone, or I'll claw your eyes out.

Well done, Karin.

Look, there's that cocksucker.

Did she do you?

You think I'd let a lunatic come near my cock?

-Going home to practice? -Aren't you through in this town?

Leave the customer alone!

Didn't you hear me? Leave her alone, or I'll call the police!

Don't be late. Please keep track of the time.

We promise.

-Bye, mom and dad! -Good-bye, girls.

Both girls are sweet. Their age is the only difference.

On the outside, of course, but inside, there's a big difference.

Don'tjoke about this!

You know they'll cause us trouble.

It's going to be difficult.

It's not funny.

That's true.

-Would you like to dance? -Yes.

Did you have to bring your sister?

At least you don't fuck around like her.

A friend of mine saw her doing it in town.

Excuse me? Can I have one of those pretzels?

You don't have to bag it. I'm gonna eat it right away.

-Here you go. -Thanks.

Seventy-five cents.

-Again? -I have to.

You can't go on like this. Everyone knows about you.

Do you have to eat that?

-There are still some. -Where?

Express train 46 to Flen, Sédertélje and Stockholm

10:32 is departing.

Please close all doors.

-What is it? -Do you want to help me?

-With what? -I can't tell you here.

-Is this about money? -No.

I've got a schedule to keep.

GLASS SHOP WIND SHIELDS

What the hell is that hooker doing in Greta's apartment?

That's no hooker. She doesn't charge.

How do you know?

I've heard.

-What if I don't want to? -You want to.

What are they doing?

I can't make out what they're doing.

I'm not gonna explain it to you.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Why the hell are you crying?

It's terrible. Awful.

I hate what I do.

Then why do you do it?

I don't know.

What do you do?

This.

-Did you see the glazier again? -No.

And why not?

He's worthless.

Why is he worthless?

He liked you.

And everybody who likes you is worthless, because you think you are worthless.

How long have you felt like that? Since you were a kid?

No.

Not when I was really young.

I have a sister who's the perfect hypocrite.

She's so good in school it makes me sick.

-Are you hungry? -Yes.

Let's see what we can find.

There's always something, unless the guys have raided the fridge.

Young Sture He fought in Duvnés forest

And if wings would carry me

I know Where I'd be flown

Honest Dala farmers

Shields and helmets did destroy

We fear no one

I see many in my army

Fighting for their first time

A knight he could become

Sten, the brave Sture

Battled by Bréinnkyrka village

And if wings would carry me

Try to beat that.

I'm going to listen to the girls.

I hear the older one is a tramp.

She picked up mr Wern on the square the other night.

And carries our banner today

Then, golden locked He stepped forward

A youngster of 20 years

And answered 17! do it

Nice daughters you have!

We not only sing...

...we also dance.

Nice, nice. Keep going.

What the hell can we do? Look how the colonel is staring.

-He'd be furious. -That whore. What if he goes further?

But...

My God. Look how she's behaving!

-This will cause a scandal. -It's not as bad as it looks.

-Were they upset with you afterwards? -They were always upset with me.

And condescending. Like I was nothing.

-Who was worse? -They were both equally bad.

Ivar, wake up. I think she's home.

A lot of whiskey has been disappearing lately.

Where have you been? Do you realize what you're doing?

Answer me, please.

Or is that too much to ask?

You could have called.

Go to bed, right now!

Move it!

-How is she? -Damned ifl know.

She wouldn't answer.

She was drinking whiskey.

Right in front of me.

I'm going crazy.

What do you think she's up to?

Maybe she takes after her mother.

Not again!

-Would you like milk? -Yes, please.

You don't have to heat it up.

How stupid of me.

The compulsion we've talked about, for sex...

...is that always the reason why you perform sexual acts?

-What? -When you fuck.

Or have you ever performed sexual acts for other reasons?

For your personal pleasure?

Yeah.

Along time ago, when I was 13 years old...

...I was in love with a classmate of mine.

Then I did it out of love, out ofjoy.

Why did it end?

He caught me with a drunk in the park, and he hit me.

I got a black eye.

But nobody seemed to care.

-It's better nowadays. -Yes.

Is that the only time you've done it without feeling a compulsion to?

Yes.

I think it is.

Not the slightest recollection of Karl Xll's Russian campaign.

I'm guessing Anita's tired.

Outcast. It's the way she behaves.

-Does she really take it in her mouth? -As a matter of fact, she does.

-Did you get time off? -Yes. It worked out.

By the way, how do you know she does?

Well, it was a good friend of mine. Not me.

You would never get that from me.

-Want some? -Please.

What's your name? I'm new here in town.

Anita.

My name's Per.

You're the one who makes glass sculptures, right?

I thought I saw you at the glass shop.

That's right. I get glass fragments from him,

which I glue together with invisible glue.

Listen, I actually...

...need a...

...model. I was wondering if you'd like to do it.

Did you use a model for these?

No.

Not exactly.

Admit that the model bit was just a scam.

You just want to fuck, right?

Well?

-Yes, that's true. -In that case, it's okay.

I only want to fuck too.

You feel good, Anita.

Anita...

Are you going to school dressed like that?

Does she ever go to school?

You're so childish.

I often have a gap in my schedule.

A gap, that's right.

You ought to be ashamed.

What are you saying? Apologize.

I'm sorry, mother. I'll never say it again.

-Dad? -Yes?

Did Montgomery have an air base in El Alamein?

Certainly.

Actually, the best pilot of the time.

Think about it, my angel.

The so-called Desert Air Force.

Montgomery utilized them at the beginning of the battle, to subdue the enemy.

Who was Rommel, Anita?

Haven't you ever opened your history book? You're too old for a spanking.

You're three years older and ought to be ashamed.

Who was Rommel?

Or can you tell me who Eisenhower was? It's a name you should know.

Certainly your sister can answer the question.

I'm ashamed of you.

I saw you pick someone up at the station once.

-The guy with the yellow overcoat. -You saw that?

From the train. It was a long time ago.

You were smart to do it at the station.

You had to, everybody knew you.

It's still difficult.

Even when I find somebody, I don't have anywhere to go.

If you met a guy, a nice guy, wouldn't you be able to stay with him?

That's too bad.

I'll watch myself.

That was beautiful.

I have to go.

Anita? Sit down.

What I wanted to say with my song was much simpler.

I like you a hell of a lot.

It was a revelation for me what happened last time.

You're simply wonderful.

Besides, you seem just as lonely as I am.

Anita, stay here with me.

You can live here. Please do. I think we need this.

We could convert the extra room into a bedroom.

-Anita, sweetheart, stay here with me. -No! Don't you get it?

You're as worthless as your damn glass sculptures.

But why can't we...

I don't give a damn about you or this shithole!

Anita, why can't...

What the hell? Are you insane?

I probably am.

Can I have a copy of Diaries?

-Here you go. -Thanks.

-It's 3,50. -Okay.

Express train 46 from Géteborg to Flen, Sédertélje and Stockholm

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Express train 46 to Flen, Sédertélje and Stockholm,

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LIQUOR SHOP

Hey, buddy! Can you buy something for me?

-Why? -I can't go in. I've been barred.

Since they can't sell to you, I can't buy for you.

Come on. You just bought three bottles.

-You must have been barred for a reason. -Do you have to be such a prick?

-What are you guys doing? -What do you think?

Are you hurt?

Where's my bag?

What did he do to you?

It wasn't him. It was me.

How come?

Come with me and we'll clean that up.

Please be quiet. Put away the sax.

Maria, please be quiet.

It's strange that all the guys disappear when we have to do this kind of work.

She's proper.

She thinks she's something special, along with the rest of the family.

She has a couple of girlfriends who are exactly the same.

They're so silly when they sit around talking that it almost makes you cry.

But proper.

And your father?

He only thinks of his career.

He's due for a promotion any day now.

You should hear him when he's scolding me. "Who was Rommel?"

"Don't you ever open your schoolbooks?"

What is this compulsion like?

It's like a craving down here,

that I can't resist.

But when it's over, I don't want to see him again.

Ever?

No.

Never.

That's what made it difficult back home.

I ran out of them.

Have you ever considered that your compulsive promiscuity...

What's that?

Promiscuity?

Wantonness.

It might come from your parents' loveless and degrading behavior towards you.

Yes.

When I feel the desire, I can't resist it.

So I sleep with a man, suck him off, orjerk him off.

It helps for a while.

Then I begin to regret it.

So I cure that with a new man...

...which makes me feel regret and self-contempt all over again.

And around and around it goes.

That's what we're going to try to change.

-Do you want some more? -No, thanks.

That's where we sat that first day, remember?

You tried like hell to get me in bed.

But I held out.

-It's good that I'm still around, huh? -Yes.

Who else would bandage me up?

Will you dry?

But it almost went wrong.

Think of me as a doctor.

Otherwise, it won't be long before you reject me as well.

Use your thumb instead.

Erik, should it really be a viola in the third movement?

Come, take a look.

What is it?

Here.

LeW!Phone!

Leif!

Hello? What? No.

I can't talk right now.

Where were we?

There shouldn't be Violas in the fourth movement. Where's the original?

I'm sick of her being around here. We can't rehearse. She ruins everything.

-What has she done? -Ask the guys.

She doesn't know a thing about music. She can't tell Vivaldi from Beethoven.

That's right. She'd be better at Top 20.

You and your damn Verdi!

You're all wrong. It's not her fault if something breaks.

She's in hell. She's a rare, authentic nymphomaniac.

And it's not her fault.

She's damaged and needs all the understanding we can give her.

Erik might be right, but leave Leif alone!

Does it hurt?

It doesn't look too good.

Hold this.

I'll put on a band-aid.

-You should be happy about that black eye. -Why?

It proves you're worth something.

How?

The boys are so crazy about you, they forgot Haydn and Vivaldi.

The girls went nuts.

I hadn't thought of that.

No, you hadn't thought of that.

Like a lot of other things.

There we go.

If you can go without food for a while, we can do some good.

Not like that. Is that how it's done in the colonel's home?

No. Not today. You know I like you. Come on.

Thanks.

-What do you think about this? -I don't know.

Nobody does.

-But it's a good thing to try. -We have to try.

Not a lot of passers-by. Come on.

STOP PANTING START PLAYING

Check the list to see how many we have left.

There are only three left.

Can't we stop for a while? Aren't you hungry?

I'm starving.

This picnic was a great idea.

Not too bad, eh? It's nice to get away for a while.

Look at that cabin.

-You're musicians. Can't you sing some? -No, we're off today.

Look how beautiful it is there. Can we stop there on the hill?

Can we stop?

That looks great.

Can we drive up there?

-Look what I found. -Those are protected.

You picked blue windflowers.

-You're not allowed to pick those. -You can pick the white ones.

We're gonna have a talk while you guys set up.

-We're rehearsing, Maria. -ReaIIy? Rehearsing. Rehearsing!

They don't want any.

You never asked.

I didn't have time.

I started reading up on this since I met you.

There are many different kinds of nymphomania.

The word nymphomaniac is actually often misused.

People use it for almost any woman who has a healthy sex life. But...

Where's Leif? Did you ask him?

Leif, do you want some tea?

Leif?

He's not listening.

Then I can have another sandwich.

Where was I?

That's right. The word is misused.

The only thing that indicates a true case of nymphomania...

...is compulsive promiscuity.

Then there are different reasons for becoming a nymphomaniac.

There are physical reasons and, as in your case,

psychological reasons.

-How do you know so much about this? -It's part of my psychology studies.

Don't you ever get tired?

If you're not interested, you don't have to listen, but it's important for Anita.

Where was I?

That's right.

One common cause of nymphomania is the inability to have an orgasm.

Do you have orgasms?

No.

You're not alone.

History is full of women who became nymphomaniacs for that same reason.

Theodora and Messalina.

-Catherine the Great. -How were they cured?

They weren't.

But now there are ways.

And in your case, I thought I would use something

called rational emotive behavior therapy.

Erik, could you translate that?

There's no better word for it.

It's rather simple. We can call it the inherited method.

The point is to show the rebellious

that they hurt themselves through their rebellion.

Your nymphomania is a rebellion against your parents.

It only worsens your relationship with your parents,

gives you additional remorse and creates further compulsions

that your parents dislike, and so on.

But how do you intend to cure me?

By talking with you every day and by giving you homework.

Homework? What do you mean?

You have to, no matter how,

one way or another, as soon as possible,

have an orgasm.

I found a beautiful girl this afternoon.

Her name is Anita. And she'll do it all for free.

Swedish girl.

This is the fifth night she's been gone.

She's spending the night with one of her boyfriends, of course.

She can stay there.

I hope Erika never gives us any problems.

Damn it, Erika!

What do you want?

What do you want?

No! Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it! Let go of me!

Damn pig!

Put those on.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

But laughing is always healthier.

So you mean six Spaniards and Italians, who also are drug dealers...

Now I've heard it all.

Society condemns anyone who is sexually different.

Society discriminates against anyone who deviates from the norm.

That might be a new definition for equality.

Erik, have you ever thought about this for your dissertation?

You could present the case from beginning to end.

It's possible, but...

Do you think she's healthy enough, that she's come far enough...

That you could go to bed with her without risk?

Are you in love with her?

Of course I'm in love.

"Only theoretical interest."

Go to hell!

There, there. Don't cry. Everything will be all right.

You really didn't know those men?

No.

I was only there one night.

-Did you sleep with all of them? -Yes.

I'm so unhappy.

Kiss me.

Are you there, Agnes?

I'm leaving now.

Yes...

...I'm leaving now also.

No, not here. You should have something to eat.

We'll go to my place. Get dressed.

Hurry up.

I'm named Agnes, after Indra's daughter,

according to my father, who was a teacher in Skbvde.

I'm ashamed, Anita.

You're giving me an orgasm.

It should be the other way around. You need the release.

Can you tell that I like you?

I want to make love to you.

I feel that you want me to.

You're so wet.

Feel.

How come you're called Anita? According to the paperwork, your name is Anna.

That's what my parents wanted to call me.

-Good crowd, huh? -Yes.

Erik understood the whole truth. He realized I couldn't help it.

Have you heard this one? Two old men are out fishing.

They're fishing like crazy, and one of them loses his false teeth.

80 his buddy tells him that he'll try to bring them up on his line.

So he's trying like crazy and the guy who's missing his teeth says:

"Put a piece of sausage on it, because I like that."

-He was very nice to me. -Why didn't you stay with him?

I was so ashamed of what I'd done that I couldn't stay.

What did you do?

I slept with men.

I'm a nymphomaniac. It's compulsive.

You should work at one of those sex clubs where they entertain men.

No, I can't.

I don't want to.

Chris...

I don't want to.

The urge is gone.

Don't grab me. I don't like it outside of work.

Don't get upset. I'II speak to Ulrika so we can do a show together.

You'd like that, right? She's good.

The girl who did it before now performs with a guy.

Has anybody seen my outfit?

It was right here.

Where have you hidden it?

Take a look at this and see if you can see anything.

You have to sit down, or you won't see anything.

Does this look good?

Looks great.

Much ado about nothing.

Hey, this is serious business.

Our pussies are our livelihood.

Maybe for you. Not me.

See what... Hey, give me a second.

What do you think, darling? What?

Can you help me?

What's deadly serious for me is just a game to her.

You want to see my pussy, darling?

I said, "Do you want to see my pussy. "

See, he wants to.

Somebody's waiting for you.

Anita!

Erik, I think we can be together now.

-I know. Lundberg said the same thing. -Who's Lundberg?

My psychology professor. He thought the risk was over.

I love you.

You're insane.

Not here.

What terrible weather.

-It's a flood out there. -Only the ark is missing.

You're soaked.

Let's take off our coats.

Will you take mine also?

Strange...

I've waited for this for so long, and now I barely dare to.

-It's the first time. -What?

It's my first time. Kind of.

Virgin.

-Are you happy? -Yes.

Was it good?

Yes.

And for you?

I love you.

What are you thinking?

Imagine that Lundberg understood this.

Not as well as I.

No.

Let's go home and tear down the walls of Jericho.

-They're sleeping, right? -Then let's wake them.

Yes. Nightly conversations underline what's said. I'm sure it's needed.

Come.

Look. They changed it.

Come here.

Fantastic. They've locked themselves up.

They've locked me out.

I'm free.

Come.

-Did you see the church? -Yes.

-It's beautiful. -And old.

-Do you want to look at it? -Yes.

What happened to Mary Magdalene?

Afterwards?

That's not Mary Magdalene.

Let's see.

It is...

-Margaret is her name. -I know that. But what happened?

She was gathered into the bounty of the Lord.