Falkenberg Farewell (Farväl Falkenberg)

May 12th.

As I go to bed, just before I close my eyes, I see it all again:

Sticky summer, the waves crashing against the shore.

I see us as the people we were.

It'll never be the same, will it?

FALKENBERG FAREWELL

Forty...seven. Four, seven.

Fifty...seven. Five, seven.

Fifty...two. Five, two.

Thirty...three. Double three.

They're deceitful...

...memories.

The ugly parts are discarded...

They say you should look ahead, think ahead.

I think backwards.

That's where we are now.

Not here, but there...

...then.

...Good morning. ...Good morning.

...It's only three o'clock. Five after. ...Shit happens.

...How do you feel? ...Just perfect.

Why don't I believe that?

Only you can be the judge of that. I have no idea.

You seem down all the time, John. Seriously.

Is it something in particular?

We have to be able to talk about it. Don't you think?

...About what? ...You're almost always in a bad mood.

Nope.

It sounds like it. And it looks like it.

Not everything is as it seems. That's all I'm saying.

You don't think all that fat you shovel in is depressing you?

I doubt it.

Bacon makes me happy.

Seriously, you really shouldn't eat that much fat.

It could be what's making you depressed.

Bacon doesn't have more fat than anything else.

...What? ...Bacon's no worse than anything else.

...Meat is meat. ...It's a lot more fattening.

More than beef, for example. That's for sure.

...Nah. ...You need to get it together.

We'll see.

Have you been over to Cabaret?

...What? ...Have you been over to Cabaret?

Yeah, I suppose I sat on Emilie Rogovski's lap there once.

I was more wondering what it looks like these days.

...How I look there nowadays? ...No. How it looks like there now.

Ah, how it looks. I don't know. It was a long time ago.

...Then I think you should... ......drop by there?

We could go by there later.

Yeah...maybe. Or just go to your place and eat chocolate.

...Or cake batter. ...Maybe.

THE BROTHERS

One seagull, many seaguile.

I've got a job for you tomorrow, after you've painted the fence.

The walls need to be painted white.

Yeah, well, I'm not doing it. I'm not painting any goddamned walls.

What's stopping you? It's not like you have anything else, except...

Yeah, but I'm not here to fucking paint.

...What are you here for? ...To take it easy. To relax.

...You could make yourself useful. ...Like how?

Like emptying the dishwasher in the morning. Or chopping some wood.

That's one thing, but painting? I can do some. Not the whole house.

Of course not. You couldn't sink that low.

You can't accuse me of being sloppy. I do it right. Takes a while...

But you could call me sloppy.

You're sloppy. You're fast, but it doesn't come out well.

But you get more done. The question is what's more important.

Is quality or quantity more important?

For me, I think it's quantity.

It must be. And me, I aim for quality.

It's like...completely pointless.

You've got a point there. You win. I'm the dumbass.

I never said you were a dumbass, but if you want to be one, fine.

Yeah, I guess I can be that guy.

...I didn't say it. ...No, it was me ... the little brother.

...Take a look at that. ...Check it out. Breakfast in bed!

Is this your car?

...The brothers! ...The seagull brothers...

...Do you have a camera? ...Yeah.

Where's the camera? We have to get a picture of this.

My new car...or rather, my mother's.

...Is it your mother's car? ...She doesn't know I did it.

June 3rd. Do you remember when we were little?

When the frost thawed, we'd dig in the ground. Me, John and Holger.

Next to the hole we built a cube of stolen boards...

...that we lowered into the ground.

You could climb in through a hatch.

If you didn't know, it was impossible to see the secret room.

I think it's still there. Maybe it's decayed from moisture.

We decorated with old rugs from the basement...

...and hung hunting trophies on the walls.

You could only stay in there for a little while.

Then the air would run out, and you'd have to open the hatch.

The time in the darkness seemed to go on and on. It felt...pleasurable.

We would sit there, Holger and I.

And it felt like the lumber all around us had just been cut.

The best part was when the oceans winds blew inland.

There was a quiet scraping outside.

You could sense the branches flailing away outside.

How the wind whistled between the tree trunks.

As long as we sat still and stared into the darkness.

...David? ...Yeah.

Can you drive us into town?

Sure. When?

...What did you say? ...When?

...Soon. In like, ten minutes? ...Sure. I'll be right there.

...Yup. ...Great.

We can only hope for a good summer down here.

...So far, so good. ...Yes, absolutely.

I mean... We were just talking about it today.

We've had dinner outside four Sundays in a row.

That's not very common.

Yeah, but it's sticky outside.

There seem to be one hell of a lot of Norwegians in town.

A lot of them were at what seemed to be a singles party.

Yeah, that's something the Norwegians like a lot.

Fuck, this is so fucking boring. The first one was fun.

When you're in that state, it's perfect. It's like when you...

But once you reach it, it's really...

I don't think our mushroom highs are the highest level you can reach.

...That's just skimming the surface. ...That's the insight I get:

It's actually good here. This is where I always wanted to be.

I experienced sadness when I was in...when I was in that state.

...You experienced it all? ...That night we had, for instance.

I don't really know how... There were a few of us.

...Come on, not two at the same time? ...No?

All right. There were a few of us...

...at some guesthouse in Laksman Jhula. And we were...

...we were being pretty loud.

So this old guy who lived right where we were sitting came out.

He was really pissed off and told us to be quiet.

Says there's children sleeping there, and stuff.

The anger I experienced then was...

It was really terrible. I started crying my eyes out.

And when some of those who'd been sitting outside his room with us...

...really got in his face and said that we were free to do what we wanted.

Which created this huge conflict.

It was just terrible, and I cried a lot.

And...

I found a red one earlier today.

Oskar told me about the pseudo scorpion in Thailand.

It looks a lot like a scorpion, but it's a spider.

But the spider thinks it's a scorpion.

...Hello, Jesper. What are you up to? ...I'm on my way into town.

...Long time, no see. ...A really long time.

...I can give you a lift if you want. ...Do you have time for that? Cool.

...Good to see you. ...Good to see you, too.

I just got here on Tuesday, so I haven't had time to...

...Must be two years since I saw you. ...It's been a long time.

Of course I'd bump into someone like this. It's nice in a small town.

...Yeah. I'm living at Mom's now. ...Is it okay living at home?

Yeah, it's just wonderful.

You know, I had something, back when I had an apartment.

...Now I've got nothing. ...Did you get rid of it?

Yeah, I got rid of it. It wasn't easy.

...It's not easy to keep an apartment. ...Or to get rid of one.

No, it isn't. That's probably harder.

Yeah, but I have this idea that came to me recently.

I'm going to start a 'breakfast in bed' thing.

...All legal? ...Yeah, it's a legitimate business.

...Although rather fanciful. ...No, it's quite serious.

I'm going to drive breakfast out to people, a catering operation.

How does it work? Is that going to be your livelihood?

That's the plan. My new company. The goal is Stockholm.

And a turnover of about 2 million crowns in a year, or so.

Let me explain it to you.

When you stay at a hotel, you always get a good breakfast.

You get to choose what you want. You have some choices.

What I figured is that you deliver that to people's homes instead.

Like a pizzeria, but it's breakfast.

With yogurt and omelets, boiled eggs and coffee, tea, chocolate.

Whatever you like. You choose. You order your breakfast, like pizza.

...Mom's home. ...Yeah. She okay?

...She's fine. ...Great.

So this is what you look like? I can't always recognize you.

You never know if you'll have braids, if your head's shaved...

...or if you've dyed your hair. A lot can happen in three days.

...Now what'll happen? ...Hi.

You never know with you. Nothing special.

...What are you doing, Jorgen? ...Grabbing some CDs.

...What are you taking now? ...This one...just for a bit.

...That's ours. ...I got it for my birthday.

No. Your father gave me that for Christmas for the kitchen.

What are you going to do with it?

...Everything okay, otherwise? ...Yes.

My God, you couldn't even go into a store. One time...

...he pushed the alarm button and the police came.

...What are you doing with that? ...Philishave.

What do you want with that? It's your father's shaver.

...What are you doing with all this? ...I'm just grabbing a few things.

When he was little, we were at IKEA in Gothenburg...

...he turned off the escalator and I was so embarrassed.

...What are you doing with that? ...Stop it, just relax!

...That's what you always say. ...Bye, Mom.

...Bye, Helena. ...See you soon.

...Now, don't get up to anything. ...Naw.

Please call so I know where you are.

June 7th.

There were no girls around when we grew up.

They were probably there, but just out of sight.