Pure (Till det som är vackert)

We don't have all the time in the world.

You shouldn't waste life so the only thing that happens -

is that your pussy gets slack.

The first time I heard Mozart was on YouTube.

That's nearly a year ago.

I was searching for some stupid clip and suddenly I was captivated.

By the music.

Since then, they can't touch me.

They can take their cocks and their ugly lives and say what they want.

I don't care. I'm not there anymore.

In some bloody way I'll escape all this and get to the other side.

To where it's more real than this dreadful reality.

To where it's...

beautiful.

PURE

- 318.50, please. - I've only got 300.

I'm sorry, but...

You have to put something back.

Then it's 292. Thanks a lot.

And 8 kroner change. Would you like the receipt?

Here you are. Have a nice day. Bye.

Hang on to Mattias. He's a good guy.

If you hadn't met him, I don't know where you'd have ended up.

You're lucky you're good-looking. Later on they don't want you.

Try to be more sociable. So people want to hang out with you.

You could dye your hair blonde.

- Hi. - Hi.

Nille couldn't believe we're going to Mozart.

- You didn't have to go with me. - I do. We never do stuff together.

A car like that.

The red one.

The convertible. We're going to get a car like that.

Slut! Slut! Slut!

That's enough. Have you lost your mind?

Katarina, I had hoped that we wouldn't have to meet again.

But then you knock down a boy at your work. You're 20 years old.

I screwed some guys a while back. Their brothers attend the school.

I hate the Internet.

Why the hell are you giving me that look?

- Katarina. - I've stopped.

I don't suck cock anymore. I'm no longer on Facebook.

I want it pure.

I'm sorry to have to say this, but you've lost me completely.

Shit, mum.

- Hi, sweetie. - Mum, come outside.

- I'm just having a beer. - I need to talk to you. Now.

All right.

What the fuck is this?

Lena's kid goes to the school. She said you acted like a lunatic.

So I thought you might also need some sedatives.

So I called the doctor I use. I was also thinking of Mattias.

- So you can still live with him. - I sure as hell can't live with you.

No.

Okay...

Your emotions are a bit too strong.

Katarina, wait!

You have to try to act normal. Everybody's talking.

What am I to say to Lena?

I'll never become like you.

If I do, I'll kill myself.

Stop. Henric, you set off the triplet descent down towards the bass.

You lead the woodwind. More clarity in attack, more clarity in address.

What are you expressing? It's a beautiful intermezzo.

As if it dawned on Beethoven that he was writing a different symphony.

And another thing. It's still a bit too slow.

You're here for the interview?

You're here for the interview?

Yes.

Did you bring any papers?

I don't care about grades, but I need to see your CV.

- May I use the toilet, please? - End of the corridor, to your right.

Hello again.

My mother played.

- The piano. - I see. She was a concert pianist?

Yes. That's right.

Where did she play?

In Australia. Her name was Kelly Clarkson.

Kelly Clarkson? The name sounds familiar.

She was actually very talented.

But then she died. Cancer. Right before her big breakthrough.

And I was only two years old.

I was here to hear Mozart's requiem.

Some time ago.

It almost felt like... like I was coming home.

I've got a daughter your age.

I've been playing Mozart's requiem for her since she was a baby.

But she only likes that guy...

Snoop... Dogg, or something like that. Do you know him?

I hate him.

Christ! It's not music.

It's more of a striptease show.

I just don't get it.

We always have a trial period.

A group of us decides whether it'll be made permanent.

There's not much to it, really. You just blend into the house.

Behave professionally and don't make any enemies.

I'm off.

- Are you wearing that? - Yes.

- Can you wear your normal clothes? - I think so.

Wait.

- What? - So you can take notes. And a pen.

Thanks.

Wear this. You all wear one of these.

And then a name tag. Put it there.

If you need pen and paper, it's right there.

If you can find it. It's ages since anyone tidied up here.

The printer is here. There's the feeder. Let's move on.

On that monitor you can see what's going on in the concert hall.

If you want to hear what they're up to, you push this button.

Let me show you how you answer a call.

When it rings, this window pops up. Click on it.

The Concert Hall, Katarina.

I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you it acts up like that sometimes.

Simply turn it off. When you turn it on again in a minute, it's fine.

Come in.

Post.

Great. Put it on the table.

Turn off the speaker, please. Just turn the switch.

By the way, has the coffee vendor been mended?

Coffee...

I didn't have a cup this morning.

My son's in an independent phase. This morning he tried making coffee.

Hi. It all ended up on the floor.

Katarina, right?

- Do you like it here? - It's a trial period.

I think you'll stay on. "Courage is life's only measure."

- Who said that? - Kierkegaard, I think.

- What does it mean? - You can do everything, if you dare.

If you don't go mad trying.

- I'm sure you won't go mad. - Really?

- How do you know? - You don't look the part.

- How do you know? - I know the type.

Well, I have to get back to work.

- Did you have a good day? - Yes.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

Tell you what. Nille and Cissi are having a baby.

All right.

Nille came by work today with a photo from the ultrasound scan.

It was so tiny, but you could see it was a person.

It had Nille's nose. A long, little...

- Any ketchup left? - Yes.

Thanks.

How did it go at the penguin factory? Any news?

I told you it went well.

Your mum's called.

It would be nice if you talked to her.

I don't think she's well.

She's your mother, after all.

I don't understand the end of The Jungle Book.

Why did Mowgli have to leave his friends?

I didn't care. You're the one who cried.

I'm off.

Shit.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Oh, I've got something for you.

Here.

Gunnar Ekelöf. Do you know him?

I think you'll like it.

Read it. Tell me what you think.

Thanks.

Stop.

I'm not being paid to nag you, but please, one more time!

Come on, now. I'm not giving in. I know you can do it.

- Prefect Henric has a question? - We must play the bloody notes.

Then play the notes and cut the crap!

Beethoven would appreciate it. Not to mention the audience.

- Is it you who reads Ekelöf? - Yes.

You're right to do so. He's one of our greatest poets.

This is my favourite.

This poem once saved my life.

"With hatred for the crushing general stupidity.

For the state and the law, the family and the Church, the lie and the fear.

And to desecrate false innocence. To ravish the beautiful facades.

To force cleanliness to see its own filth.

To make sense realise its madness.

To whitewash the sepulchres.

And wipe out the scriptures.

On rotting piles of acanthus leaves, -

the souls fall in the banks of truth.

And bodies burn in the furnace of love.

When the time comes.

When the time comes, we'll have the strength to live each other's lives.

And the right to live our own."

- It's bloody good. - It is.

- Hi. - Hi.

Thanks a lot for the book.

- Do you like it? - Yes.

- No. Keep it a while longer. - Okay, thanks.

Can I give you a ride?

I live at my boyfriend's outside the city.

That's okay. I need to calm down somehow.

Take the backseat.

What a day.

At the end of the day, we were getting somewhere.

But then someone gets up and says:

"I have to get home. I booked the laundry room."

Christ. Booked the laundry room? It's just so fucking Swedish.

Is it?

I haven't eaten all day. Is there a restaurant nearby?

No. Well, yes, there's a pizza place.