Swing Kids

Oh, Peter, come in.

- Swing heil, Joseph. - Swing heil.

Ow! Oh ho ho!

Aah!

Anna, we have to dance tonight.

- OK. - There they are.

OK, OK, you've got Shaw...

- Hey! - The Clambake 7...

- Herr Hitman. Otto. - Peter.

- What's doing, you reefed-up... - Thomas.

Try to understand this.

Dorsey's trumpet is great when he's playing sweet.

Sweet.

But he doesn't ride, man. Do you understand?

Let's work tonight! Yeah!

Aah!

Whoo!

Thomas, come and dance.

What do you say? - Whoo!

Yeah! Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Yeah! Whoo!

Whoo!

Thomas, we'll miss the tram.

- Take it slow, Otto. - See you, Otto.

What, you didn't like Helga?

You know Herr Hitman seemed to hit it off with her.

What? I did not. I was just being nice.

"I was just being nice."

Hell, we've already missed it. We're walking again.

You want to race down to Macken Bridge?

No, let's just walk.

- Well, I beat you last time. - That's not true.

That is true. I believe I beat you right...

I beat you last time.

I believe I beat you right down to your socks.

Go!

Last one on's an H.J. pansy!

Hey!

Peter!

Thomas!

Damn it.

Aah!

- We're gangsters. - We're cowboys.

You're idiots.

Arvid.

Oh, come on, Herr Hitman. We love you.

Leave me alone.

You didn't have to wait for me. I can take care of myself.

Ooh.

Oh, you think it's funny?

- Yes, please. - Aha!

All right. Come on.

I have to unload.

En garde. Try it. Come on, try. You can't...

When I was kid 'bout half past three

My daddy said, son, come here to me

Said things may come, and things may go

But this is one thing you ought to know

Tain't what you do

It's the way that you do it

Tain't what you do

It's the way that you do it

Tain't what you do

It's the way that you do it

That's what gets me through

Ma ma ma my

On the floor! Stop!

- Stop where you are now! What the hell?

Peter!

Stop there!

- Are you all right? - I'm OK.

Gestapo. Watch out.

Hold it!

Don't let him get away!

Get to the other side!

Stop there!

Aah!

Peter, let's get out of here.

Come on, come on.

Come on, let's go.

- Morning, Mama. - Morning.

- Morning, Mama Klara. - Good morning, boys.

What happened to your face?

I was trying a new dance step, and I fell.

Who were you fighting with?

Mama, I wasn't fighting. I was dancing.

You told me you wouldn't become part of something dangerous.

I fell. It's a wild dance. Here, let me show you.

No, no, no. Not on me, you don't.

Over the... boom. Into the back. Ah. Ah. Mmm.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Mmm.

Looks to me like you have to go to the bathroom.

Mama Klara, no!

Oh, that butter has to last us a whole month.

It's not for you to gorge yourself on.

Oh, I'm so glad you're all amused.

- I'm off. - Peter.

Mama.

Peter...

maybe Thomas's parents are so well-placed...

they don't care what kind of trouble he gets into...

but if you lose your place in school...

you'll end up working at the factory like me.

Mama, I'm going to university. I'm going to be an engineer.

There's a great need for engineers now.

The Nazis don't get everyone, Thomas.

I'm telling you, he never had a chance.

Here, let me give you a bag. Let me help you.

I got it. I'm fine.

What did I tell you?

At least he tried to escape.

He didn't just wait for them.

- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.

Gestapo. Let's go. Come on.

Hey, they haven't caught us, have they?

Well, they will.

We got out of the H.J., but we won't get out of the army.

Nobody gets out of it.

Hey! Willi.

Peter, what's your brother doing here?

Come here.

What are you following us for?

I can be sleazy. Just give me a chance.

We don't need some pink-eared midget hanging around.

Go home to Mama.

A couple of H.J.'s are beating up a swing boy...

in the alley around the corner.

You better not be lying.

In here. In here.

- They were beating him up. How many were there?

Playing cowboys and Indians?

Can we play, too?

What's the matter? Four against five.

That's still not a fair fight.

There's five. Let me fight. I can fight.

Willi, go home.

What about one against one, swing heine?

Aah!

What are you, a kike lover?

Thomas.

He's Jewish.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You keep helping them, and we'll deal with you...

the way we deal with all traitors.

I'm not a traitor!

I'm a cowboy, and you're a pansy!

Get out of here!

I'm going to get you, swing boy!

Looked like a swing boy to me.

How was I supposed to know?

Come on, Willi. We'll be late for school.

Swing boy.

Hey, Peter! Thomas! Quiz time.

What is an icky?

Someone who's stupid, not hip. Can't collar that jive.

- Jive? - Talk. What they say in Harlem.

Too easy. Um, faust.

Oh, a book by Goethe.

- Icky. - Even as we speak, two ickies.

- Icky, icky, icky, icky! - A faust is an ugly girl.

Like that faust you went for at the Bismarck the other night.

Boys, could you go for these?

Ooh.

Ooh, I like these. Look at those breasts.

- Otto, where did you get these? - I got 'em.

What would you call that? Cupcake size?

Cantaloupe.

Ooh, look what we have here. Peter's priss.

- Have you talked with her yet? - Who said I'm interested?

Your tongue was on the floor. Didn't we see you pigeons...

at the Cafe Bismarck the other night?

We wouldn't be caught dead there.

Especially not with you, Thomas Berger.

Ooh!

- Well, you missed it. - Why? What's so great about it?

Well, it was the swingingest party ever.

- Right, Peter? - Swingingest. Supermergentroid.

Super what?

Come on, Evey. They talk gibberish.

No. It's a secret language we're not allowed to know.

It's all too secret. Ha ha!

You go to my head

And you linger like a haunting refrain

And I find you spinning round in my brain

Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

What did you do today?

Did you and Thomas go down to the docks?

Yeah. We went down there after school...

but no new records came in.

So, what are we doing tomorrow?

Are we going to go to the Hall Club?

Willi.

I saw you looking at me. You can't deny it.

What are you doing? Don't touch her!

- Mama! - Goddamn you!

Leave him alone!