The Simple-Minded Murderer (Den enfaldige mördaren)

-Are there rats here? -No.

I've been here before.

Nobody will find us here.

Thanks.

Thanks.

-I have some pork, too. -No, thanks. I'm good. I'm full.

You'll get cold if you don't eat.

-Are you cold? -No, I'm fine.

We're fine here.

Oh, little Anna...

lily of Sharon.

I can feel your soft shoulders through the dress.

Such small flowers. Green background.

So beautiful.

Like tall, soft grass. Even more beautiful than the dress.

If only she could walk. Sweet Anna, my loveliest friend.

I would twist your wheelchair and kick it to pieces.

No, why?

I would give it to someone who needs it. That's better.

But you and I, my little dove...

We would take long walks and smell the sweet, fresh hay.

Maybe we would dance.

It's so still.

I see fish make ripples in the water...

and white water lilies on the surface.

But the yellow water lilies come up above the surface.

If you drop a piece of wood in the swirls, it follows the boat.

That's how it is.

A lot of other things are hard to understand.

My stomach is rumbling. I think I ate too fast.

Your hair smells so nice. I love it.

I caress you with the back of my hand where the skin is smoother.

Makes me feel the softness.

Now I'm thinking about my dead mother...

who is buried under heavy, black soil.

She was also soft. Mostly under her chin.

Sometimes I pushed my mouth into the softness.

But her arms were quivering as if they had an engine in them.

I've never met my father, but he's in a painting at the museum.

Not his face, but his body. The head is a real officer.

He was modeling. The officer was not so strong in his body.

My father was a brave soldier, and I have his head here.

Look, Anna. My father.

There.

My father is amongst the angels in the sky, defending everyone there.

But you've seen my sister Vera. Remember?

-Remember that? -What?

Do you remember Vera?

She's coming all the way from Stockholm on the train.

Now!

She's got nice clothes, too.

Soft socks.

Vera is married to an engineer, Henry Berghald,

and they live on Drottninggatan in Stockholm.

They are so rich, they can travel any way they want.

Maybe they will buy a farm here. That's why they're coming.

They've been to Germany, America and maybe Denmark.

They can go by boat or airplane anywhere they want.

To all the people and tribes, says the Lord.

Vera!

-Hi, Vera! -Good day, Sven.

Vera!

-This is Anna and Mrs. Andersson. -Hermansson, chauffeur.

Vera gave me a bible. Yes.

She's nice now, but she was with the others when I was little.

If you touch me, I will break my hand!

One time she forced me to eat oatmeal with feces from chickens.

God damn it.

You stupid fuck!

She was probably sad because everyone called me an idiot.

But I got to go to school and learn how to read.

I mostly read the newspaper Triumph when Vera was working.

And Vera's bible, of course.

"Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon."

-Is that enough or you want more? -If I had room, I would take more.

If you take down the pig, it'll be easier to load.

But be careful!

God damn it! The pig is on the loose!

Catch it!

Well, that was it.

Is that the time? I have to go.

Hey, Manager! I was thinking...

What the hell are you staring at, you fucking idiot?

Get out! God damn it, you fucking idiot!

I should have killed him then.

Fucking fuck!

I didn't have the guts.

That son of a bitch.

Who behaves like that?

"I don't care about farm country. I'll go to the city.

Be well, Mother. Vera."

After Vera left for Malmö, she sent a lot of money.

Many ten kronor bills.

But it was more difficult after Vera left.

Mother had trouble with her genitals.

Something that drains her.

I don't know what it was, but it was like she shrank and dried up.

Like dead, poisoned mice that dry up to nothing but skin patches.

She walked between the farms and worked.

She did all kinds of jobs.

Hello? Anybody home?

Are you ready, Sven?

Why is it so dark?

What's the matter with Mrs. Olsson?

I don't know. She's just so still all the time.

She hasn't said a word all night.

Oh?

I see.

I guess Mrs. Olsson is dead, then.

Yes, she's dead.

That is terribly sad.

-Mother is dead? -Yes.

She probably went peacefully, without any pain.

-Mother is dead? -Don't be upset.

You're seeing the manager today.

It's good that someone looks after you.

I will let the priest and the police know.

-Is Mother dead? -Yes.

Grab your stuff. The manager wants you to start work today.

-Is Mother dead? -Sven.

Grab the chest here...

...and I'll grab the bag.

Come, Sven, we'll go to the manager.

That's the manager's house.

You'll be living in the stables over there.

It's that door over there.

It's the first booth on the left. Go on in.

Are you the new guy?

You can take these and fill them up there.

Hi. I brought some sandwiches.

Welcome.

Well...

And you are the idiot that's going to work here?

-Yes. -We'll put you to work, I'm sure.

I'm Manager Höglund.

I know. I've seen you before.

You can't say "you" to me. You're supposed to say "Manager."

Yes, Manager.

-Are you strong? -Oh, yes.

That's good. You'll work here on the farm.

But sometimes you'll help out at my factory in town.

Sorry to hear about your mother.

Where is Äspet?

Where is Äspet?

That way, make a turn at the milk table.

No!

They gave him the wrong bottle.

They went back to Jönsson and said: "Are you still alive?

It wasn't schnapps you got, it was hydrochloric acid."

Jönsson said: "That explains why there's a hole in the chamber pot."

Fucking Jönsson! "A hole in the chamber pot."

It's dangerous to drink hydrochloric acid.

That's the funny part. He thought it was schnapps.

He could have fucking died.

Sometimes you're just so stupid, Sven.

Take the thing out.

Careful!

You better help him. That thing is worth several thousands.

Hang her on that hook.

There you go.

I've got him!

Bengt, I've got him!

-What should I do with him? -Drown it.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...

ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

I can't do it!

Calm down, Sven. I got it.

I know, it sucks. But someone's got to do it.

"Then I saw another mighty angel coming down from heaven.

He was robed in a cloud with a rainbow above his head,

his face was like the sun

and his legs were like fiery pillars."

Yes.

You stay here.

...since the day we were married. It's always the same story.

Go outside for a while, kids. Beat it!

I get so mad. God damn it!

You're supposed to fix dinner, not this half-ass stuff. I can't stand it!

Are you crying? Stop crying, bitch! I can't stand it!

Stop it! God damn it!

Wallin!

-Drive this to Håkansson's today. -Bengt is ill.

You can take it yourself, God damn it.

How does this thing work?

You have to put oil in it. It's out.

-Where the hell is the oil? -Over there, I think.

This is molasses. But that might work.

Molasses? Are you bringing me molasses?

Little friend... if you put that in there, you'll break the engine.

The engine will jam up.

Molasses! I would love to see Father's face if you broke that.

-That's a good one. -It has to be oil.

My mother mends my socks.

But my mother is dead, you see.

You fucking "idiet."

It's not "idiet," it's "idiot."