491

A movie by Lars Görling and Director Vilgot Sjöman

I just spoke to our inspector today,

and he's not happy with your attitude.

I wonder, do you know

the amount of effort and money we've put into this?

This isn't a police interrogation if that's what you think.

You are to be put into a control group.

It won't be easy to enroll Nisse, Inspector.

I don't think he really understands the importance of this project.

Do you, Nisse?

Not a single word said within these walls,

will ever get to the police.

This is a scientific experiment,

purely scientific.

If you find a question too difficult,

you can refuse to answer. You know that.

Our prime purpose, Nisse,

is to create better treatments.

To prevent boys like you from getting a police record.

In helping us, you're helping yourself,

and at the same time you're helping our society.

The other guys might not realize that.

But you do!

A boy with an energy like yours.

It would be a shame

to lose your potential behind bars.

How is life upstairs?

Yes, it's a bit basic, but it's the best we can offer.

Are you getting along with the other boys?

Well...

I'll leave you to it.

Don't forget this must be your own decision, Nisse.

Entirely your own decision.

No one here would ever force you to join.

My own decision?

Had I not accepted, I'd be in prison.

I didn't really have a choice!

Egon had to make the same choice, and four others.

We all work in different fields,

stealing cars, cracking safes, shop-lifting, pimping.

Now we're all put together in a workshop on Samuel Street

for a psychological experiment. And all we know about it is...

that we have tests every morning at the "Objectivity".

"The Objectivity Youth Boarding School"

Doesn't anyone here have any money?

Shit, they're forcing us to give up everything!

No fags, no movies, no shit!

At least you have a nice bed. - A bed!

I have my squat in Hogdalen.

It's good enough for me!

They took it from me!

Shit, at least I had some money there.

Krister is coming.

Hi.

Hi.

Were you late, too?

Let's settle you in. Follow me.

Was it your first time at the Objectivity?

Did you go to college here?

Nowadays it's called University. University of Stockholm.

Did you just get this? - Yes.

I'm curious about Semantics.

Do you know it?

Semantics claims that most differences in opinions don't really exist.

It's a matter of linguistics.

Many conflicts are due to the fact that language is such a blunt tool.

Well. - There's a point in that.

Have you thoughts about Uni yourself? - No.

You've made a start already.

A start? Being here for one term?

Well, how was the Objectivity today?

I don't want to be repetitive, but-

I've already told you.

Do you know what day it is? Friday. Payday.

Payments.

Gifts of Grace. Bloody charity. - Be grateful. It's better than nothing.

What a bloody mess. How the hell can you live like this?

Think of your position. You are supposed to be the model here.

You can't bloody live like this. - Easy now. I haven't settled in yet.

When the new furniture arrives, I'll have time for studying.

In this mess?

Listen, it'll be here within a few days.

They promised the curtains for tomorrow.

Egon, Egon please, calm down!

Firewood for you.

Speaking of cleaning up, you owe me two quid.

I conned you. - You conned yourself.

Who did you think cleaned your quarters?

Kiss my ass!

What's the matter with you? Shut up, will you.

Pyret, is this really necessary? - Every darn piece of shit.

Clear that bloody box away!

He's sick in the head, destroying everything in his way.

What did he do to you? - That's not important.

Destroying everything. What about my payment?

Shouldn't we make the best out of this situation?

Egon, there is no better way. - Whatever, I'll take the other box too.

Where's Butcher?

I can sign on his behalf.

Don't be tricked by him, Krister.

What do you mean tricked? I'll give him the money.

Not all of us are rotten like you. Bloody bastard!

Ten quid a week! To hell with it.

Ten quid a week to the guinea pigs.

That's quite a lot for a guinea pig,

if it doesn't smoke.

Go on, use your snuff! You can afford it, you bastard.

Pyret sleepwalks sometimes, and talks in his sleep.

Egon sleeps like a log.

If he wakes up too sudden, his arms bounce crazy in all directions.

Forceful.

Jingis sleeps on a rubber sheet. He's a bed wetter.

He pisses either in the morning or directly after he falls asleep.

That bloody old hag.

When she makes cocoa, it barely fills an egg-cup.

And tomorrow we'll have turnips

with stewed concrete.

Get your piss sheets out of here.

I could do some scratching in the old hag's box.

She's the boss, isn't she?

They should get rid off her.

Only her? Better the whole bloody Objectivity.

We could do well on our own.

Krister and us. - And start a kind of labor union.

We have a chairman.

Not a bad idea at all.

Chairman of "United Thieves Union",

with a salary.

Really?

Were do we keep the funds? In your "Union Bank"?

Well, don't you trust me?

Do you think I'd run off with the loot?

We must have four cashiers,

constantly watching each other. Grumpy, mistrusting blokes.

Two locks and two safes.

Two vaults and two of everything to prevent any bastard from entering.

Look at those poor, bloody, working class blokes.

Bloody working classes!

They are just thieves like us,

only they don't call it stealing.

They call it "fringe benefits", "borrowing" and things like that.

And driving drunk. Could there be a link?

Some booze every now and then. So what?

What's the worst?

Get your car and money stolen,

or get a year for driving drunk?

Or get juvenile detention.

A bloody car they'll get back in a couple of hours,

money they don't honestly own.

Do you believe in God, Krister?

I do.

Be careful with "Godly"!

When he's hungry, he roams the streets and eats your kind.

Nisse!

Well, social development merely tiptoes.

Our ability to take care of each other

does not develop at the same rate as technology.

Nisse. Nisse!

Eh... leave that door, please.

Come, take part in our conversation instead.

I do see your uneasiness.

It's tragic how people must suffer due to this slow development.

They didn't care! They didn't do a bloody thing to help me.

But now I only want to be left alone.

You talk about the Objectivity, and yet you've never been in their claws.

My God, what have you done?

Can't you stand the sight of blood?

Are you grinding mincemeat?

You scumbag! Can't you see the guy's injured himself?

He injured himself. It's self-inflicted.

You complain of being misjudged by others.

But you judge yourselves the hardest. - That's our business, isn't it?

Who's complaining, did you say?

Fish, go and get the first aid kit. Hurry!

I made complaints to point out the inequalities.

Take it easy. They love to whine.

Who do you mean? Who's whining did you say?

Whine yourself, you bloody, shitty, rotten rat.

Stop this, Egon! Please.

Who the hell are you? - Egon!

This was so very unnecessary.

Should I have let him use his knife? Should I?

Shall I just stand here and take it?

You know him.

You didn't have to be so brutal.

Bloody socialist, bloody ass,

bloody inspector, bloody superintendent,

bloody Djurgarden fan!

And I shall take all this? He started it!

Bloody chief editor, bloody clerk,

bloody custom officer, bloody criminal inspector, bloody assistant secretary!

My dad's a principal assistant secretary.

My old man's brain was so rotten that he had to rape my mom.

He had to fuck her for three weeks before he could light his fireworks.

And she was howling all the time,

because he bloody hurt her.

His dick was the size of a horse's dick.

My gosh!

If my father got to know the things I've done, he'd hate me.

She got syphilis, and when I was born,