Psst...
If you're going to faint, you've got to do it right.
It's nice waking up when you feel like waking up.
It's easier to concentrate when it's silent all around you.
How do I know whether I was meant to be Swedish?
That's my question.
- Rolle! - No, Klasa. He won't do it!
He will if you dare him!
You're so tough! I dare you to lick that iron post.
I'll do it!
- What's he doing? - I don't know.
-Ouch ouch ouch! - Help him!
- Good heavens! What's your name? - He says "Roland."
And your parents?
- Where does he live? - They're Jewish. There's his mother.
Roland, my little darling. Hold still.
I'll take that!
Hold the spade right there. Hold it there. There, quickly.
Be quiet, darling.
It'll be all right, Roland!
Time for some fried Jew-nose!
Jew-nose? You damn idiot!
Are you crazy?
- Bastard! - Stop it, for Christ sake!
Are you crazy?
Rolle! What's that, a fake nose?
Shut up! Go to sleep, children.
Go to sleep, damn it!
- I could shleep 'till next shummer. - Shut your mouth!
- Then I'll ride my bishycle. - Idiot, you don't have a bicycle.
- Sleep, sleep, my little boys. - Shut up, damn it, all three of you!
Come, come, boys!
- Hurry, so the cereal shouldn't burn. - Listen to your mother!
Mother dear, where did I put that ad for a job?
- It's right under your fat bottom. - Oh, yes, it is. Thanks.
- Bertil! Watch out! - You almost hit me.
Boxing is quite precise. I'd hit you only if I wanted to.
"We need someone built just like the King, to pose for a portrait."
"Age and specific features are of no importance."
"Applicants should come to the Royal Palace Saturday the 14th, at 9:00 AM."
"The artist himself will choose his model."
- A job is a job. - So the King is replaceable, like a puppet!
A socialist could sit on the throne if he's built like the King!
- And you are, Papa! - Damn right I am!
It's not every day you're offered the reins of power.
Will you be King?
- Idiot! - Bertil!
It's illiterates like you who hold back the revolution.
Today Roland will escort his father
into the stronghold of feudalism.
- Papa is speaking symbols. - I sure am!
And maybe I'll earn an extra crown. Sciatica won't show up in a painting!
Collar size? Forty-two.
Thanks. Next.
Collar size? Forty-two.
This way. Next, please.
- Next. Collar size? - Forty-one.
- This way. - Thanks.
- One hundred ninety-one. - Forty-one and a half.
This way.
Next. Thanks very much.
- Collar size? - Forty-three.
Now, by God, Roland! We'll give some real red blood to those blue-bloods!
What a job!
I just have to stand there and look like I'm thinking about pâté de foie gras.
- What would you like? - You mean it?
- Damn right I do! - A bicycle. A bicycle, maybe...
A bicycle. Are you crazy? You're not getting anything like that!
I meant an ice cream. Or even a hot dog.
A hot dog, please.
Wait! Olle!
- What are you staring at? - The bike, of course.
I thought you had your eye on Margit-pussy.
Stickan, he's circumcised. With his dick cut off, what does he know?
- Can't you see she's not wearing panties? - Yes.
She'll let you tie her shoelaces for sixpence.
You can look right up her skirt, and see it all, the whole show.
You can also finger her under her blanket.
He doesn't get it at all.
Fine.
What does "fingering" someone mean?
In what context?
Context? I don't know. About girls, for example.
That's something every man learns in time.
Once you've done it, you'll know. It's like learning to ride a bike.
I guess I'll get a bike first. Then'll I'll be able to do it.
You've got to practice. It's the only way to survive.
Look at this! Feel it.
What?
Bertil will have muscles like these. Then he'll be the Swedish boxing champion.
- I'm not going to be a boxer. - No, you shouldn't.
- Do you know what you are going to be? - No, I don't know.
- Sure you do. - Not a boxer. A doctor.
No! You're going to be a worker. That's the best thing to be.
Red Voices! Anyone want a copy of Red Voices?
We ladies know what we need! We're oppressed!
I want to hear the speech. Go to Papa.
- It's a shift to the right. - We have to take a longer view.
Let the King have his right wing government.
It'll just speed things up.
- Excuse me, can I have that bottle? -Yes.
Comrades! The Young Socialist Women of Stockholm...
...are proud to welcome Comrade Hinke Bergegren.
There's a platform to stand on.
In the past three days, I've read about three young mothers...
...who've killed their babies. That's one each day!
If the trade unions won't recognize this reality...
...then organized working women must!
We must encourage the use of prophylactics...
...by working people for family planning.
Our Parliament calls this criminal. They call it, and I quote:
"Encouraging the use of devices intended for immoral use, or..."
- Where are you going? - I found these.
Found them? No, no.
No one finds bottles. Come with me!
This is the property of the working-class. And it's not going to be snitched...
- Not by little Jew-boys. - I'm a Jew and a socialist.
- Mama's Jewish, and Papa's a socialist. - You better decide what you really are.
This contraceptive should be disseminated like socialist theory...
...to gain acceptance among working-class people.
It must become available especially to the poor.
It may sound harsh, but it is our duty under certain conditions...
...not to bring babies into this world. So use these devices.
Young Socialist Women...
Under Swedish law, this meeting is illegal.
I hereby confiscate these illegal devices.
This is a criminal meeting, and Mr Bergegren is under arrest.
We will need the name and address of everyone else here.
You're not going anywhere!
Sit on the beam! And stay there!
Bertil, my crutch!
Damn peasant!
Let me go! Let me go, you fucking ass!
Let me go??
Stick them with this! Go!
- Did you boys see how your mother fought? - Fritiof, forget it!
Did you see what a woman our Zipa is?
Or did you shut your eyes like little girls? Did you see our Zipa?
- You weren't bad either. - No, I can still fight!
- Are we criminals now? - You'll rot in jail.
We're in their lousy police records, but the hell with that!
We defended our right of assembly. We don't need their permission!
Workers can't ask the capitalists what's best for us. Right?
- Yes. Now we go home and eat a good meal. - No, we won't.
- First, we'll do something else. - But Papa, we're hungry.
- What are we doing here? We're cold. - You're a coward, Bertil.
But here you see a man who is not.
He punched the red alcoholic nose of the Establishment.
He displayed political brilliance with a writer's scalpel.
- Dad... - I can't hear you, Roland.
Therefore, Mr Strindberg, I want to show you my family.
Look at my family, Mr Strindberg. Look at them!
Someday I'll take Grandpa's pistol and end this damn business.
"A comfortable shave gives you a wonderful feeling of freshness."
"It prompts discerning men to demand the most of their razor..."
"...and therefore to use the new improved Gillette."
- Roland... - "If you're thinking of going to London,"
"it's best to settle down at the Hotel Zeril right in the heart of - "
You should learn to give me these injections, too.
- Then you can help me later. - Yes, Dad.
"...right in the heart of the theater district."
- "Extremely elegantly decorated..." - You weren't looking.
You weren't looking when I hit that policeman.
Yes, I was.
No, I saw you sitting up there on that beam.
Covering your eyes.
You must look at the world. A revolutionary never closes his eyes.
No.
- Did it fall off? - No, it broke.
- And a new chain costs 3 crowns, at least. - I'll fix it.
- There. - You're a damn genius!
You've got real talent.
Want to buy it?
- I don't have any money. - Take it now, and pay me later.
God, that's nice of you!
- I could repaint it. - I'll help you out on two conditions.
You give me all the money you get. Every sixpence you get is mine.
And you help some friends of mine repaint their bikes. Then I'll charge just 12 crowns.
- OK, I promise. - So we have an agreement. Bye.
- Parry! - Damn you, if you hit me!
I won't hit your nose. Come on, parry!
- How can you be so sure, idiot! - I choose when to hit you.
- See? I chose not to hit you. - Get out of the way!
I'm trying for the junior championship. At Christmas!
- Got that in your little head? - Out of the way!
- Roland! - Yes?
Bastard! Now you're going to get it!
Calm down, Rolle.
For God's sake, take it easy.
Rolle, give up! Are you sick?
Roland, for God's sake, stop! My gloves! Damn it, my gloves!
What are you doing? For God's sake, stop!
- You're crazy! - Damn it!
Rolle, damn it, the gloves!
Who's going to buy him new gloves? You or me?
Are you crazy?
No. Just as I thought.
Not even a penny for candy. That penny belongs to me.
That's fair. Every penny is mine until you pay for the gloves.
You have to pay them. Yes?
- I'd rather die! - Go on, then!
No, don't. Then I'd have to pay for the gloves!
Hold still. I make your nose more pretty for first day at school.
This doesn't make it look better.
You get all decked out, you need elegant snout.
- I look like a girl! - Boys can be pretty, too.
But this just looks silly.
I make the bow a little smaller. There!
Mama!
We snip off the bow.
We'll start the new school year with a reminder...
...of the values this school strives to preserve.
"Our God is our strong fortress."
Nils, why do we like singing this particular hymn so much?
Martin Luther says God loves all children. So to keep us all together,
- He puts us in a fortress. - Did Martin Luther really say that?
Anyway, Nils has captured some
of the Christmas message. Thank you, Nils. Sit down.
These are times of demonstrations and strikes.
Evil forces are knocking on the door of our homeland.
That is why we must protect and care for our fortress.
As long as we sing this hymn in our educational institutions...
...we shall remind ourselves not to leave the door ajar.
And not to let Bolsheviks step inside here with us...
...and start writing their slogans on our blackboards.
Roland, since you're a Jew, you need not sing this.
"God is our strong fortress."
"He is our trusted weapon."
"With Him, we share all our suffering and sorrow."
"We place all our hope in Him."
"The Prince of Darkness appears."
"He is threatening, he is wrathful."
"He has armed himself."
"He uses violence and cunning."
"But we do not fear him."
Roland.
It's no secret that we two don't like each other.
What do you think, Roland?
It's never been a secret to me.
We're starting a new school year together.
I don't know why your parents let you attend this school.
Your mother is a Russian Jewess. Your father is a revolutionary.
- And a socialist. - Yes...
But while you're in my class, I won't tolerate sabotage.
You must learn our customs.
I'm a baptized Christian. And I'm not circumcised.
Do you want to see my dick, sir?
You little devil!
Into the corridor! March! Antichrist!
- Why were you sent out here? - How can I explain it?
It started because of what Lina said.
That if I hit her, she'd tell the teacher.
"Then I'll hit you," I said. So she told the teacher.
Now you can go back to your classroom.
Why are you to get a beating?
I told the master I wasn't circumcised.
And that he could check my dick if he liked.
Now you can go in again.
Damn! I closed my eyes!
During forest fires, toads stay underground. And the fire can't get to them.
When the fire's gone, they come out and find food.
I name you after the world's greatest inventor:
John Eriksson, who invented the propeller. Also the warship "Monitor,"
and the locomotive "Novelty."
Rolle, someone here wants to talk to you.
- Hi. - Hi.
Look, I don't have any money, but I'll get some soon.
Fine, Roland. But you'll have money next time, right?
Sure, Stickan. Of course...
"As for their expedient..."
- Finished! - "... international proletariat..."
Wasn't I going to get sixpence?
See here.
You earned this by the sweat of your brow.
But it's mine, because you owe me money.
Hello. I'm Karin Adamsson. Can I see Zipa?
If I'd only known! Having children kept me from working for the Party.
I've broken my hands and feet to get everything done.
Roland, you want to help Mother? Then no greasy fingers!
It's like real skin.
And it's strong, Zipa. Stronger than you'd think.
Ow, I'm stuck!
- What are you doing? - He got sewed into the Singer machine!
Are you crazy, boy? Careful of the Singer!
- What do you want us to do? - Give him a schnapps.
- Shut up, Andersson! - I'm sorry!
- Careful of the Singer, I said! - The Singer? The Singer? The Singer!
The Singer? With your son bleeding to death?
- You want to bury him, you murderer? - Calm down, dear. Be quiet!
Shut up! Shut up!
The boy's almost in his grave, and you go on about the damn Singer!
You don't look like you've been in training. Better not weigh too much.
- You'll have to fight the big boys. - Me, fight little guys?
Lose a kilo a month 'til Christmas. That'll make it easer.
- But Konte says - - Konte's wrong.
Eat vegetables, climb stairs, and take saunas.
Good afternoon. Good afternoon.
- Put my boy in the junior class. - Of course, Mr. Schütt.
- Sillen, spar with Bertil. - Bertil, do whatever Konte says.
On your guard, Bertil! Good, Sillen!
Move your feet. Keep your guard up, Bertil!
Good, Bertil. Go for the body.
Stop, please.
That's enough for today, Bertil. Wash up, and take care of your eye.
Try again, Bertil.
- I'm going to wash up. - Hell, no! Keep training!
Hey, you, weren't you going to spar with him?
- Konte told him to wash up. - Like hell. Give him a match!
- Papa, can't we go home to eat? - Shut up, Roland.
Can't we go eat?
All right, we'll go home and eat.
That's mine. Do you get it? It's mine.
What are you doing?
- Here come two more. - Hi, Stickan!
What the devil! Is that the one I sold you?
Yes. Snappy, isn't it?
I've got a problem.
- I don't have any money. - Are you kidding?
It's true.
- Then I'm taking back the bicycle. - You can't do that!
It's mine. You didn't pay.
But I will. I promise! I haven't even ridden it!
I'll get the others in a week. Don't make them all the same colour.
What did he say?
- I won't wear them! - In Sweden, we must live Swedish.
Before, we dressed Russian. Now we dress like real Swede.
"We look Jewish, stupid Swede give beating."
- Mother's trying to help you! - We'll get beaten up even more in these.
There's nothing wrong with looking like a Dalecarlian.
The people of Dalarna put a stop to Danish imperialism.
And to Kristian the Tyrant.
- How does that feel? - I guess it feels all right.
Remember that I warned you! They'll beat Roland up at school.
- You're nuts. Dad'll kill you! - You know what? I don't give a damn!
- I like blue and yellow. - Idiot!
Real snappy, Roland!
Button your fly, Runka, so the lice don't jump out.
Sit down!
Roland, to what do we owe this honour?
I want to show everyone here, sir,
that I'm Swedish.
Another attempt to act the clown for your classmates?
No, this is mainly for your benefit, sir.
Tell him you have this thing and then you explain him where it goes.
It's easy. And you can use this "sock" a few times.
You shown him with dummy, like so.
Then just a little powder. Potato flour.
Buy sock, ladies. Is phenomenal!
Every time, you know what I mean, you use this sock...
...must be very, very sure sock isn't broken. Do like this.
Yes, this sock is strong, not broken.
Another good thing... You don't need push away your eager husbands.
You don't understand.
Marx says to study. If you have nothing in your head, you're nothing!
They can't take our knowledge, even though they take our work.
Workers have to work.
But they can't take away our political consciousness.
"This consciousness can come only for our actual experience."
"Our life process is out only reality."
Karl Marx, "German Ideology."
The Underwater Sock, by Roland Schütt.
Balloon with knob. Sixpence!
Can I have a balloon with a knob?
- Balloon with knob. - A balloon with knob.
- One or two? - One to share.
Thank you very much. Bye! Balloon with knob, sixpence!
- That boy's gone crazy! - Hello, Mama.
What are you doing?
You give us big unhappiness.
- Mama, don't tell Papa. - I don't want to discuss it.
You make more balloons, is big trouble for your Mama.
Promise Mama you make no more balloons.
Then you won't tell Papa? No more balloons.
I say nothing to Papa. Now put balloons in bottom of bin.
Hell! Oooo...
Roland, give me an injection. The morphine's right there.
Soon I won't even be able to walk around the corner. Damn invalid.
Hurry, stick it in.
Damn, I can't take this much longer. Stick it in!
Papa?
Here's the money for Bertil's boxing gloves.
Very good. That makes us even.
- Are we? - Yes.
- I'll put the money here. - Roland.
This makes me feel good, you know.
Yes, Papa.
Rolle! Rolle!
I've got a problem. I need a balloon with a knob for my mother.
- They're gone. - You had lots of them!
- You heard what I said. - You had tons. I saw them!
Beat it!
Feel them, Mr. Schütt.
- Are they German? - No, Mr. Schütt, they're English.
Yes, there is something English about the way they feel.
- Shall we take them, then? - We'll take them, then.
Papa?
Roland, go get the syringe in my jacket.
Damn it to hell!
Papa, what happened?
Roland...
You were great!
You didn't close your eyes. I was watching you.
- No, I didn't, Papa. - No.
How're you doing with your pig's stomach, Bäcklin?
Here's the scrap heap. Help yourself.
- Thanks, Mister. - Don't mention it.
They operated on Bäcklin. Gave him a pig's stomach. You can hear it grunt.
Absolutely true! Done by surgeons in Sabbatsberg.
- Perfect. - That's good, kid.
- Want a swig? - No.
- Can I take this? - Take it, if you can use it.
The Condom Slingshot, by Roland Schütt.
Yes! Yes!
What are you doing?
What's a "condom slingshot?"
Move it further.
Much further!
Wow!
Terrific! Can I buy one?
- You can't afford it. - Aw, be a good guy!
- All right. One crown. - What a pal!
- Anyone else? - I don't have a crown.
How much do you have?
- Sixpence? Yes, that'll do it. - But I paid a whole crown!
- You pay what you can. - Thanks, Rolle.
Rolle, your sign's been torn down!
- I'll make another. - But the cleaning woman took it down.
Shut the door.
Well, there aren't too many Rolles at this school.
- Did you put this up? - Yes.
I know. I've discussed it with your teacher.
I told him to administer the punishment you deserve.
So, I'll leave you two for whatever time this takes.
Thank you, Carl-Erik.
Would you still like to display your dick? Or shall it be your behind?
A report will be sent to your home.
-But first, you and I have something to settle.
I wouldn't have thought a socialist brat like you would want to start his own business.
I suppose that's the Jew in you.
In any case, it's illegal.
Where did you get these rubbers?
They are prohibited in our country. Where did you get them?
Jew... socialist... criminal.
So I can flog you with a clear conscience.
Get the stool. Right there!
And pull down your pants.
No.
- Oh, no, out in the yard with you! - But I've got to pee. I can't wait!
Can't you see this one is only for teachers? Pupils must use the toilets in the yard.
Damn it! God damn!
My dear little Roland.
You must understand that these things make Papa angry.
Now, Roland.
- You devil, you devil! - I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
It's not you. It's that damned sadist!
Look at what he's done to my boy!
Damn sadist! What a damn swine!
The God-damned fascist! Hell!
Stickan!
- Here are the 12 crowns I owe you. - Oh, my God!
There's just one problem. I've sold it.
- Take this one for 9. - You've sold it?
I didn't think you could pay me.
You can have this one... for eight.
What's got into you?
What the hell are you doing?
You're a damn maniac!
Hello.
Bye.
You!
- Do you want to tie my shoelaces? - I guess so.
- It'll cost a crown. - Of course.
Is this all for me?
- Are you almost finished? - It's too dark to see.
Here.
God help you if you burn me.
The bikes aren't dry yet. Come back tomorrow. I'm busy now.
- Whatever you like. We'll come back. - Here, a crown from each of us.
- Put them over there. Where are you from? - We're from Kungsholmen.
Don't take it all. I need some for washing.
- I'll get more later. - If you get too sweaty, you'll catch cold.
Shove it all in. That'll do it!
You haven't lost any weight in three months. So how can you lose that much by tomorrow?
All boxers take a sauna the day before. I have to lose four kilos.
- You should have done this earlier. - Put more in!
- More wood? Really? - Can't you hear me?
Well, blame yourself!
- Is this enough? - Put it all in!
Good, Rolle. I feel the weight running off me.
Bertil, how's it going? Remember your footwork.
Okay, boys, it's time to start. It's time now, boys.
Be sure to stick to the rules. No punches below the belt!
Greet your opponent. Box!
Hit him, Bertil!
- The Swedish Daily News... - Too right-wing for us!
- A package of American Mixture. - Same price as yesterday.
- Here's your change. Goodbye. - Mr Schütt?
- What's wrong with your legs? - Sciatica.
My name's Kopowski. I come from Russia.
I worked at the Imperial Health Institute as an orthopedist.
I know you're a socialist. Even so, I can cure you.
Papa!
Yes?
Let's go, Papa!
There's no harm in just looking the place over.
He must be crazy! He hangs socialists!
Hello.
Come on, we're going to hang you.
- Take number two, Mr Schütt. - What?
Take off your coat and hat.
We pull on your legs, Mr Schütt, to separate the vertebrae.
It's the traction method. The disk is sucked back in between the vertebrae...
...ending the pressure on the sciatic nerve.
- Roland... - He can walk! He's cured!
- It's a miracle. I can walk! - He can walk!
Thank you.
Here's my Roland!
Hello.
Notice my haircut?
- What do you think of it? - I think you're beautiful.
- Thanks. - But everyone thinks that.
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
I want you to know something.
One day I might not be here. I may be in Jerusalem.
Why are you going to Jerusalem?
It's always warm there. Like here in the sun.
Then I'll find peace.
I can tell a thing like this only to you. Remember!
Here, buy two ice creams. One for you and one for me.
We'll eat them here, in the sun.
Like in Jerusalem.
Two ice creams!
- Two ice creams. Vanilla. - Two vanillas. Here you go.
Not today, Roland. We'll do it another time.
Roland, I can manage. See you.
What about the ice cream?
Thanks, that's kind of you. Eriksson...
Here you are, Mr Gissle.
- Go away! - I just want to see your mother.
The sale of rubbers is over. It's been shut down.
Why didn't you say so?
How do you do?
Darling, these men are police. Mr Gissle and...
- They're asking if you know some boys... - Excuse me, Mrs Schütt.
- Is the basement workshop yours? - Yes, what about it?
- And the bicycles? - The bicycles?
- Roland, your bicycles! - Yes, of course. I repair and paint them.
Repaint them, yes. Did you know those bikes are all stolen?
What?
Come on, let's go.
Sit down. You can wait here.
- UGet up. You can't lie here.
The boys I talked to have told me everything.
That they hired you to do the work.
It's... Thank you.
The seats, the handle bars, the fenders, the lights.
All these parts were replaced in your basement.
But they just asked me to repair them. And to paint their bikes. That's all.
You could describe it like that.
But you could also call it a center for rebuilding stolen bicycles.
You also repainted the stolen goods before they were sold.
I never sold a bicycle in my whole life.
In a situation like this, it's best to confess. We have a basement full of evidence.
And 10 boys from all over Stockholm have testified against you.
So it seems pointless to sit and argue with you for hours.
Just sign.
Then, perhaps, I can arrange to get some food for you, too.
It's tough. But you won't go to jail.
Since you're a minor, you'll be sent to reform school.
Or a shelter...
You seem to be a sensible boy. So sign here.
Never!
- Isn't this interesting? - What? No.
Don't think I'm going to share my lice with you.
Imagine, a little devil like this attacking a big guy like me!
It's fantastic.
But these devils don't make distinctions.
Every time I'm being questioned, I ask to go to the toilet.
And I put them all over the toilet seats.
Soon, every policeman in this building...
...will have lice.
Police have to use the can, too.
Incredible, but true. They have to crap, too, sometimes.
I'll be damned if I'll let you keep a minor locked up in a cell! Where's my son?
- Sit here. He'll be out soon. - Get out of my way!
Good afternoon. Your son has just signed a confession.
So you arrived at the right time. He's free, he can go.
The rest is up to the Juvenile Protection Board.
Someone will contact you about the reform school. Here you are.
Roland...
I believe in you. I know you're innocent.
- Stop crying, now. - Yes.
Roland?
What would you like?
Come here.
What would you like?
- A hot dog, please. - Good choice! One hot dog each.
Look. They're coming up.
- A girl. Terrible. -Very much...
How did it happen?
Damn it to hell! Damn Jerusalem!
Eriksson? Where are you, Eriksson?
Eriksson!
You must never leave me again. Do you hear?
Never. Don't go! You hear me?
No. Don't you leave me, too!
Oh, it's you! Are there reform schools for slimy toads, too?
So little brother is going to reform school. He must be really dangerous.
You boys will soon be leaving school. So you must choose an occupation.
Allan, have you thought about choosing an occupation?
- A sheet-metal worker. Like my father. - I have a sheet-metal worker. Sit down.
Ingvar, what do you have to say?
I want to drive a trolley car. But first, I'll have to help my father sell vegetables.
A vendor of fresh vegetables. Very good.
And you... Roland.
He's going to a reform school. To learn to behave.
What are you planning to be, Roland? A burglar?
I don't know. But if I learn to behave properly I could never be a teacher.
What do you mean?
I'm being sent to reform school by the Juvenile Protection Board.
Maybe I'll be protected from further attacks.
I've also heard that the teachers there are competent.
I must admit I'm amazed at how much punishment Schütt can take.
One would almost think he enjoyed it.
No, but he hit me. Why should the master forgo that pleasure?
- Yes, how right you are. - I don't see why you're hesitating.
Since you hate both Jews and socialists so much.
I'm exactly what you and Mr Lundin hate.
So hit me. You're a real fascist. Don't miss your chance.
What? What could I have that you'd want to buy?
I never thought my lice were worth anything.
Runka, you have no idea what riches are crawling around on you.
- What're you doing, Mama? - Oh, what have I done?
You scared the life out of me. It's my mind. It was somewhere else.
- Mama, was it in Russia? - What? How did you know?
You've told me, Mama.
About the man from the village who gave you the necklace.
Yes, yes, I told you about that. I had forgotten.
Why didn't you marry him, Mama?
- I married your papa. - Why was that?
We all run away from Russia. We come to Stockholm, and I meet your papa.
- I've heard that a thousand times. - I forgot that I told you.
If you hadn't run away, would I be in Russia now?
Roland, Mama has work to do.
I want to know.
Was I meant to be who I am now?
God knows, that is who you were meant to be.
But can you be a Jew and a socialist at the same time?
My little darling. A person can be exactly what he wants to be.
Don't ever forget that.
You must not be afraid to plant new things.
And then watch how they grow in all directions.
- One thing, Helmersson. You have to know... - Papa, I'm going now.
A socialist must be like a gardener.
Papa! I'm going now.
The revolution isn't old. It's still young.
As young as a boy.
As young as my boy! Come here!
Look at him. He has the whole future ahead.
He'll keep hurting himself.
His knees. His nose.
But they're only scratches!
He'll become big and strong. You'll see him grow.
Do you understand what I mean, Helmersson?
It'll be all right, Roland.
- You think this is funny? - It'll be an experience.
They're coming! They're coming!
Don't try to run away from here. You won't be allowed back.
You'll only be placed in a tougher school. That's why we don't lock our doors here...
- Hurry up! - Take your shoes off!
- Take your pants off, too. - But my mother just washed everything.
We don't want lice here. Take off your cap.
There can't be any dirt. You still have lice, you know.
- There'll be a hot meal at 6 o'clock. - Hey, Nozzle, dry your nozzle!
If you want, I'll stop them from calling you that.
No thanks, sir. They might start calling me "meatball."
- What happened to your nose? - It was my big brother.
He's training to be a boxer. And he likes to pratice... on me.
I'd like to box with him. Without gloves!
That's right, come here.
Move, Nozzle!
I knew it. You can't die!
We just set our body temperature according to the climate around us.
That's right, Eriksson, That's right.