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PIRATES OF THE LAKE

I'm so lonely.

So do something about it, Mom.

Go out and meet people.

It's like mayhem out there. Listen.

Fighting for food... Cars and buses.

People who push... No.

Listen.

I am so glad that I'm here, and that I'm engaged.

You don't look happy. What's wrong?

Do you really have to smile just because you're happy?

You usually do.

-It looks nice. -Just sit and smile.

And not move on...

How long is it? -Eight...

Eight years.

No, nine.

Yes, nine years.

Nine years!

So long that I've sat on the dresser.

I have cramp in my legs too.

And you don't get to know anything.

What's happening out there?

I'm curious by nature, but don't get to know anything.

What's happening out there?

Has the postage gone up?

What's that noise?

Who is it?

Who is it? -It's Fabian.

He wants us out on the lake.

-Dare we? -We have to ask first.

We're still not allowed.

It's stillborn, you know that.

-Good morning. -It suits the gentlemen to get up now?

Good morning, little one. Nice to be rid of school, eh?

Be kind to the boys. It's their first day of vacation.

You remember how it was. It's a little cold.

It's our first vacation day. Are we allowed to go out and sail?

Out and sail? Out and drown, you mean?

There's no question of it!

-Please. -No way!

-It's not blowing. -I've said no, and I mean no!

-Hey! Where did your brother go? -He's gone to ask for permission.

Permission? why?

One shouldn't ask!

When you see him, tell him I said he's a numbskull!

-We weren't allowed? -No, she won't let us.

Has he gone? -Yeah.

He said you're a numbskull for asking permission.

-Are you getting dressed yet? -Yes.

Here, we're taking a drive in the car.

Take it, then!

-There you go. -What's it say?

Here, you read it.

Defrost the refrigerator,

and vacuum the living room, dining room and your own.

A great start to the Summer vacation!

-I'm so lonely! -What are you thinking about?

-I forgot what I was dreaming. -How's it going?

It's not normal. Everyone else has a mom and dad.

And Grandma and Grandpa, maternal grandparents and aunts...

But we have a stepmother and an uncle... Him there!

But it's strange to be the brother of someone when you're so thick.

-What do we do while the ice melts? -See what Fabian's doing.

Fabian!

Fabian!

-There he is. -Bring some stones! For ballast.

It's the ironmonger's dinghy.

He owes my dad money.

He daren't say anything.

Cast off!

There's no wind. Put out the oars.

You don't row in a sailboat!

Look, now you can't see Uncle Conrad's house anymore.

And one can barely see land!

Jojje, I'm cold.

We'd better turn back, otherwise we won't get home for dinner!

The wind's too strong. We can't!

We must try.

I'm trying!

Erik!

Let go of the dinghy!

You mustn't die, Erik!

Erik!

Erik!

You mustn't die!

Wake up, Erik!

Wake up, Erik! You mustn't die.

There's a whole bunch of stuff! Come on down!

What a lot of food!

Don't stand there and freeze! Come down and change clothes.

-Help yourself. -Dare we?

-Of course. -We're in distress.

-Beer, mineral water. -Soda pop, if there's no milk.

-Unfortunately not. -Beer for me.

Beer for me also.

A shipwreck isn't so bad.

Now we have something to talk about, when we get home.

What about Uncle Conrad? "You should get a beating!"

"I had to chop wood when I was your age."

"It's almost seven. Time to get up! "

"Make your beds! Eat your breakfast."

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Not that I've missed you, it was great to be free of you."

"How can you say that? We've been so worried!"

-Come on. -Where are we?

A morning without coffee is wasted, as my father used to say.

-Are we going into the house? -Yes.

-How do we get in? -Leave that to me.

Coward!

Here, take the oars.

-What if someone sees us? -Be quiet and take the oars!

We'll row out and keep looking. If we see anything, we'll whistle.

Damn!

-What are you thinking about? -Yesterday when I was drowning...

Everything was green and scary. But then Mom came and pulled me up.

Mother is dead. And another thing,

don't talk like that when other's can hear.

-They'll just die laughing. -Look!

-Fabian. -Fabian, there's a man coming.

A man!

A man!

Hurry up!

-We must flee. -Talk so people understand you!

It's called "escape". Why should we?

-He'll call the cops. -So what?

-We've stolen a whole lot. -We're shipwrecked.

They've the right to take other people's stuff.

But ok... All hands on deck!

-Should we take the boat? -How else do we get home?

We can just leave.

In these clothes? We'll just scare people.

And anyway we're allowed to, we're shipwrecked.

Come on!

Oh, good, Georg. Wait!

No, that shouldn't go up first.

Okay now, pull on the rope, yes...

No!

Use your eyes!

Can't you see what's up and down on a sail?

Take it down! We'll get nowhere like this.

No, not that one. That's for the Jib sail.

Jib sail... Can't you understand. Erik!

Jib sail... No!

Oh my God!

It's not enough. You need to take it in.

We'll soon be into the reeds.

Look, now. We're almost completely in the reeds!

Get the sail down, dammit!

No, get the sail down now!

How are you, Bertil?

You look a little pale.

Are we on the right course?

Do you think this is the AOF? Of course we're on course.

"Hm-hm..." What does that mean?

That I can't be bothered to answer stupid questions.

And I want to read the newspaper in peace.

What did that achieve?

Bertil! Are you here?

-Are you alone? -No.

Greta's with me.

We need to check out the boat after the storm.

We equipped it three weeks ago.

-What kind of boat do you have? -A "Koster". It's called Wind Rose.

Look!

"Three boys disappeared in Lake Mälaren."

"The three boys feared dead"

"During a sudden storm over eastern Svealand. "

"Continued on page 9"

Page 9.

"The boys are feared to have died in the storm."

-Hey, look at this! -It's Uncle Conrad!

And father and Järran!

-Hey, take the helm. -Righto.

Ouch, they're crazy.

Ouch, leave off!

-Ow, my head! -A seagull shit in your hair.

We're outta here!

-Why were you running? -I'm not staring at little girls!

Why aren't you there if it was so exciting?

You're right, Jojje. We think the same.

-There was nothing to stare at. -No, but the eldest was okay.

She had boobs.

They were small, but in a few years...

-I saw how you stared. -Like hell I did.

I saw you, you were all red in the face.

I don't stare at little girls!

He didn't stare as much as you.

-Yes he did! He was bright red. -Shut up!

-You don't think I saw it? -I didn't do anything.

-But I saw it as... -Shut up!

Stop fighting, that's my brother!

-How's it going? -The engine is stone-dead.

It hasn't been underway for several years!

Help us with this calm, you slacker!

Make fast the helm and take a paddle!

We're getting nowhere.

You say you're the chart expert, where are we?

-I don't know. -You're useless!

Take down the sail! We're getting nowhere.

Look!

No!

-Morning. -Good morning.

-You're certainly sitting firm. -Yeah.

-Won't she float free? -If she was moving.

Sure. People are always going aground here.

-Can I help you? -Jump aboard.

And you... You throw the stern line,

then tidy up the sails, so it'll go a little easier.

-Have you ever been to sea? -That's where I am now.

I've been all my life. In all kinds of ships.

-Whaling Ships too? -Aye, even that.

For five years I ran with that nasty, bloody work.

On the Paracel Islands in the South China Sea...

We sailed out and caught the good, kind, beautiful...

gullible fin whales.

Oh... you felt like a murderer.

But in 53 I came home and was married and got Wilhelmina.

My darling, my little darling.

If damned Alfred takes her it's over with him.

Dismissed!

Right!

-Good morning, boys. -Morning, sir.

You went on my shallows, so therefore you belong to me.

Follow me, boys.

During holiday time I check the shallows every morning.

There's always someone gone aground. I saw you from the tower.

Finally a break from boredom.

Perhaps I should introduce myself. Count Gøsta Leer Husen...

Oh, so you think you've given me the slip.

Young fools!

Look!

It has to be Wilhelmina, who the man was talking about.

Begone, damned devil, Otherwise I'll set Arman on you!

Quiet, Arman.

Bees only sting evil people.

And it has been confirmed in this interesting book.

Beware of the devil. One day he kills you from behind.

That was why the bees stung him.

This is a book about the soul. Written by a great philosopher...

named Plato.

Listen carefully to what Socrates says about the transmigration of souls.

"The people who have striven by goodness, wisdom, justice,

are released after death to become community builders,

like ants... and bees."

Precisely such is it written.

Bee was once a man.

I have quarreled with my cousin on hundreds of occasions.

Bees are simply good and right-minded people.

And if they sting someone, it's because he's a cursed lout!

I know what objections you may have against this.

The distribution of females and males among humans isn't...

the same as in a beehive.

It's very simple.

Cross-breeding.

Now you're probably wondering how the queen bee has it.

How goes it with her?

The women who for one reason or another, remain childless,

are really the queen bees. And the mother of thousands of small...

Come on, this way.

Hurry up! He might come after us.

What were you doing with the fool? What did he want?

He looked ridiculous. Were you inside with him?

Say something, then! Why didn't you come before?

Have you lost...?

As I said, before you went on your little excursion,

My name is Count Gøsta Leer Husen. Lord of Tollerø.

Albert!

Welcome to Tollerø!

Mälaren is a terrible place, particularly Tollerø.

Before we eat the bad and unpalatable food,

you'll see the happy members of the family who've received eternal peace.

Grandfather's uncle. Grandfather's uncle's coat.

And here...

Here I stand!

Come on, boys. Come!

Grandfather.

Grandma's mother.

Stayed alive until she was 90 Maintained several lovers.

Remained by herself, when she lost her teeth.

Kiss her. Kiss, kiss!

She was called Tollerøs Cleopatra.

Come on.

But who's this?

Unknown relative. Research is ongoing.

What do we get for dinner? Worms!

-Shh! -Forward!

The palace is built on an old castle,

where my ancestors lived for 400 years.

This room is usually closed and locked,

and used only for punishment and a warning.

In the wall is a poor girl who grandfather's uncle made pregnant,

and then walled up.

If you listen carefully, you can hear how she wails.

-Are you there? -That's me you're standing on.

Be careful where you're putting your feet!

How could you be so stupid as to say your real names?

Now he'll call the cops. Then father'll come and your fat uncle.

He was just joking. Don't be afraid, Erik.

Maybe it's all just a joke.

Shut up. It's impossible to hear anything.

Hello! Is anyone there? If so, open up!

It's not funny any more.

Look for anything that'll burn. I only have two matches.

Here's a rag.

Damn it to hell! What are we doing here?

It was you who wanted to be with him. It's all your fault.

Shut up!

I'm bleeding!

-I'm bleeding from my mouth. -It'll do you good.

-Am I bleeding a lot? Yeah, your nose is probably broken.

-Look at it properly, then! -There's almost nothing to see.

Lucky for you! Otherwise you'd have Dad after you when we get home.

If we get home! Maybe the guy died.

He's probably crazy like him with bees.

Maybe we're going to die in here.

Now it's going out. Look for anything that'll burn.

A rat?

Georg, it was a rat. It crept over my leg.

-It was just my leg. -No, it was a rat.

Come out, one at a time.

Next.

Next.

Off with the blindfold!

I hope you gentlemen enjoyed our little "surprise".

Cheers, gentlemen, for the future that I'm...

not allowed to experience.

Hello. What about me?

Thank you. Cheers.

Three cheers for our honoured guests!

Hip, hip, hooray!

Bye!

Come, my Gomez.

Here I danced Andalusian dances for those who like such things.

I've dressed up for your sake, my Gomez.

For surely it is you?

-My name's Georg. -Georgie!

-An English boy... -I'm from...

-...from Birmingham.

London.

Take me with you. Free me from this blind prison.

So I free you from the hostile robe that hides you from me.

You curious little boy.

You beautiful, curious boy, I love you.

You're so soft and beautiful.

It's like kissing a flower. You smell so good.

-Where am I? -With me!

And among green islets...

Glides the boat... with rower.

Under the park's beautiful moonlit night.

Leaving the boat among the reeds.

Creeps slowly towards the terrace.

Quiet as a thief.

Or panther, that treads lightly when seeking it's prey.

Erik.

Wake up! Look!

-The food. -Empty! Where is it?

-We had so much cheese last night. -See here, a little bread and margarine.

Look at the pig!

-What is it? -You're the worst thief there is.

-You steal from your friends. -You two share most amongst yourselves.

We don't steal from our friends.

-Are you supposed to be friends? -I'm not listening to you!

Did you refuse to eat the chicken I stole?

Or potatoes or bread? No! But you've got a big mouth.

But for me, you'd starve to death. At least I provide food.

-Where's he going? -How should I know!

-What's he going to do? -Something stupid as usual.

But he's in the right.

When he comes with food, I don't say, no thanks.

-Now the long faces. -Eriksson!

Those bastards have been here before!

Cursed brats! Now you're gonna get it!

We must use the rowboat.

Sitting and making fun of us?

I know you, you bastard! It's not the first time you've been here.

Just wait!

Now we have them.

Now you'll get it!

I'll bloody find out where you live.

So blow, then!

Jump Overboard! They'll get us.

Damn kids!

We're gonna get a hold of you.

Damned brats!

Now it's over, Erik. We can never go home again.

Everyone wants to get hold of us. We're pirates now.

We have enemies everywhere, and must steal food wherever we can.

Just like real pirates.

-Here, I don't know what to do. -Fool, give it here.

Can't we keep it? It's so cute.

-It'll cackle and shit everywhere! -We can't, Erik...

-No! I won't watch! -My God!

It was well done to swipe it. Did you take anything else?

Great.

Next time, remember to wring its neck immediately.

Then sprinkle some feathers around so they think it's a fox.

-Paddle! We're going nowhere. -I feel bad.

So don't guzzle that shit.

Come on paddle! We must hide up ashore.

It'll soon be teeming with bathers here.

Stop rowing!

-Where'd he go? -He's gone!

He's under the boat, he'll pull us down!

Look!

Jimmy, call the police!

There's someone in the water. Hurry up!

Please move from here!

-If only they don't think it's us. -Shut up! They can hear us.

-Holy shit, this sucks! -Give us some.

Did you see the cut on his forehead?

I wonder who did it? -My turn.

-We need to get away. -Where to?

-Can't we go home? -Idiot, we can't go home.

You're a damned wimp.

In three years you'll be as old as I am now. What'll you be like, then?

You'll still be a little baby. It's because you're not living.

-I do too! -Like hell you do.

Help a little now.

Discover yourself. Take a few chances.

You're a pathetic cry baby. And you will be your entire life...

If you don't do something about it. Can't you understand that?

Now you can help, dammit. We aren't gonna do everything.

Why should I always steal while you sit on your fat ass?

Help, otherwise we'll maroon you on an island.

Start now, puny little wimp.

Take the end and tie it securely.

Help now. It's always me...

Fabian, Fabian... Damn it!

Here we are. Will there be anything else?

Yes, I shall have a fish pond, so I need a bag with something in.

What about the King of Denmark? They love that.

Nothing else.

That comes to 22.80.

And what about you, dear?

Good heavens!

The little boy fainted. What should we do?

We'll carry him in there.

Give him some water. Poor little thing!

I've tried everything. I've driven them,

served them in strips and all.

I've modeled them into swans and bears...

But nothing helps. You've spoiled him.

He's not motivated.

Now he's waking up. How are you?

Should we call for a nurse?

No, it's not necessary. -Bring him an orange.

And a soda. That'll perk him up.

There's been an accident, a little boy has...

-We have plenty of time. She'll be right back.

Look what I have for you, little friend.

-Now you see really fresh. -There you go.

And here.

-Do you have a brother or sister? -Yes, a brother.

Then he must also have one.

"TOLLERÖ MURDER SOLVED young fish farmhand arrested."

It's wasn't him. It was someone else.

I HAVE GONE TO THE COUNT Jojje

Who are you?

Now I remember you.

Are you one of those we made fun of in the basement?

-Yes. -What are you doing here?

-I want to talk to the Count. -What about?

It's about Flinta.

Come. If he won't see you, you can get something to eat.

Fools, pigs, vandals!

Idiots, losers, fools!

Criminals, skunks, pigs...!

-Herr Count... -Can't you see I'm reading the newspaper?

-Vile criminals. -You have a visitor.

-Who are you? -Don't you remember me? Jojje!

Excuse me. I have a few pages left.

Bunglers, cheaters, swindlers...

Well, that should be enough.

Now I've read the daily newspaper. But gosh you look peeky!

Albert, get something invigorating for the boy.

Well?

Well?

It's about Flinta.

It was you who killed him!

What did you do? How could you?

Such a nice old man. Phew!

-Todays youth are getting worse. -It wasn't me.

When we left the island last time...

I went by myself.

Then I saw someone come in a rowboat.

When I saw who it was, I was amazed...

that he was out rowing in the middle of the night.

I hid behind a bush. But I wasn't really scared.

Only now I get scared at the thought of what he had in his hand.

So you think that it was my cousin who did it?

Yes. It runs in the family...

As Strindberg says.

Good day, Justus.

I just wanted to see how you felt.

You've just had a birthday. Here's a gift for you.

A beehive of glass.

So you can see how bees bake their cakes.

It's interesting, isn't it?

If you were a bee, would you think it was interesting that people stared...

while you baked your cakes, as you put it?

-No. -I'm not interested.

Then I'll take the gift back.

But what in the world did you have against Flinta?

Flinta?

He was a murderer.

-Murderer? -Yes.

What do you mean, Justus?

He let his bees starve, and then destroyed them with smoke.

-Right in front of me. -What a villain!

And so did you hit him on the head?

-Yes, I had to. -Of course.

And then you dragged him down to the lake?

Should he be thrown out here?

No...

But with what, and how?

With the axe.

With Flinta's axe?

Yes. Don't you believe me?

-No. -Wait, I'll show you.

Well...

What do you say now?

Frans...

Sorry, but I had to tell the truth.

I'm having problems.

I've run away and don't know what to do.

Try to find something more sensible than to walk around here and pry.

Such small snoopers should be going to school!

What happened? You're bleeding!

Fabian said that I'd taken his shoes, and then he hit me.

What are you doing?

You can't sail off without me!

-What's up with you, Jojje! -The crazy beekeeper, you know?

The one who scared the shit out of you. He remembers you for sure.

He's the one who killed Flinta.

He running around in the woods behind you.

Jojje, pick me up then!

I promise that I... Jojje!

Jojje... wait!

Jojje!

I'm supposed to be with you. Wait!

I promise I'll never do it again.

I'm sorry!

-Jojje, I'm sorry! -What do you think?

Let him come aboard. I think he's sorry.

Thanks, Jojje.

Now we'll sail away from here.

Hoist the jib.

Here's your shoes. It was me who borrowed them.

Thank you.

We'll pick you up afterwards.

Look out!

Get him, Jojje!

I'm lying on something.

Jojje!

Swine!

Come on, then.

Come on, you bastard!

Get up.

-Come down, you cowardly swine. -Come and get me, Jojje!

-Do you promise not to beat me? -Yes.

If you pick up Erik and the rugs.

-Promise? -Yes.

And they call themselves sailors. It's freshwater, dammit!

-One can boil peas in it. -Or wash your pants!

-Or make ice cubes for the drinks! -Cheers!

Water is a dangerous poison that surrounds Visby parish!

7000, not one penny more.

-Who are they? -I don't know.

When did they come? They weren't here last night.

And what's Fabian up to? -I don't know. I just woke up.

I'm sick of listening to him.

Don't be fooled by them. I know their kind.

His brother was put in prison for the murder of Flinta. Watch out!

You lousy pig. Watch it, or I'll punch you on the nose.

You dirty liar! -Why don't you just try it,

and then we'll see what happens.

His brother's innocent. I know. I was with the Count on Tollerø,

and told him that his crazy cousin did it.

He lies and he believes it himself. We should run away from him.

The killer wasn't Jonte's brother, but the crazy beekeeper.

Yes, but be careful that you don't end up like him.

I know better, eh!

Is that eight?

He's bought the boat.

His name is Jonte Nyman, Alfred's brother.

He wants to buy the wreck.

6000 bucks! Two for each of us. You get twice as much as me.

-We're also twice as many. -What do you say?

-I say no. -Why not?

-Because it's not our boat

Who owns it then? Bilhandleren?

He'll have got twice that on the insurance.

If we came back with the boat, he'd say, take the boat slip.

Sell it, then we go our separate ways. We'll take the boat...

-We? -Me, Jonte and the others.

We'll travel out into the world with it. We can't just sit here.

Do the deal, then. 2000 in the hand, now.

No!

You're just a couple of deadbeats, who always sit on their ass...

and complain about those who want to do something!

I might go with Jonte and become American.

American...!

-What are they doing? -I don't know.

Nice to get rid of him!

He called Mälaren a puddle.

Think how it blows sometimes! People drown as well.

Look!

He's cut the mainsail to shreds.

Charts, compass and knives!

The cowardly bastard!

-It'll take forever to fix. -Never mind, at least we're rid of him.

Three pears!

The dog began to bark, so I had to run. Hear for yourself.

The dog always barks. The owner doesn't care about it.

Yeah, but... anyway. -What do you mean?

It was exciting to pretend that it was after me.

Your imagination doesn't satisfy our hunger.

Maybe we were unfair to Fabian.

It was nice to have someone to be mad at.

-I wonder where he is now? -At least not in America.

He was a real asshole.

But it would be sad if his type didn't also exist.

He's a bit unreliable, though. Take the helm.

It felt important when he was with us.

It was somehow a bit better... with him.

-Where are we heading? -Right out into space.

Orion right aft.

Dragon and Cassiopeia on the starboard side.

-What shall we do now? -Deliver the boat back. It's over.

It's wonderful this freedom. If only it wasn't so cold.

And being hungry all the time.

Goodbye, boat. And thanks for...

From me too. Goodbye.

-We're miles from home. I'm hungry. -I am too.

You don't have to whisper. No one can hear you.

-I don't want to steal anymore... -But otherwise we'll starve.

Come on.

Come out, one at a time!

What do we do when we get home?

Aunt Leah will be furious because we didn't close the refrigerator door.

Well, boys. Time to wind up the clock.

This is the end of the free life.

"Here is something you will need your whole life," said father.

And then he gave me this.

"Watches are important. They decide when you get up and go to bed."

"When you go to school and home. When you sleep and are awake."

"When you have to eat, and when to stop."

"When the sun rises and sets."

Everything is determined by these. That's probably why they're everywhere:

Inside pockets... around the wrist...

The church towers around the necks of the people...

On the walls, on the floor... Yes, everywhere.

"Here you are, my boy." "Thanks, Dad," I said.

Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson

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