You, the Living (Du levande)

Be pleased then, you living one, in your delightfully warmed bed,

before Lethe's ice-cold wave will lick your escaping foot.

Goethe.

I had a nightmare.

I dreamed that bombers were coming.

Could you leave?

Get lost!

Scram!

What about Bobbo? It's your dog.

Both of you.

Leave, both of you!

Now that's not very nice of you.

No one understands me.

What the hell are you talking about?

No one bloody understands me!

No one likes me either. No one!

Jesus Christ! You know perfectly well that I like you.

It's not true.

It's all a big goddamn lie.

No one likes me!

- I like you. - No one!

Bobbo likes you, and he doesn't lie, does he?

He bloody well does too.

Get out of here!

Both of you!

Come, Bobbo.

Maybe things would be better if I didn't exist.

So you wouldn't have to feel guilty.

Now that really hurts my feelings.

Do you think I want you to die? That won't make things better.

You have to do your best in life. Or at least try.

And after all, there's lots of fun things, right?

- We had a good time yesterday. - Sure, yesterday.

No...

If only I had a motorcycle.

Then I'd take off, get away from all this shit.

- Right away. - Yeah, yeah.

By the way, the oven is on.

- What's in it? - A roast.

- What kind of roast? - Veal.

Piss off!

Both of you!

I might be over in a while.

A motorcycle is my dream, I'd be so happy that I'd scream.

A lovely thing with blazing speed to leave this place is what I need.

It takes a pile of dough...

...and a license, you know.

But I'm all out...

...and that I'm pretty pissed and mad about.

Hardly ever dreams come true, same thing goes for my dreams too.

Here I sit in a park and stare.

The whole world waits for me out there.

I'm a miserable wench...

on an ugly bench.

- Is it strange to pray? - No, it's OK.

For a bike to take me far away.

Nobody understands me.

You, the living

Olle.

What are you doing?

I'm standing here.

Well, I can see that, but what are you doing?

I'm standing here. That's what I'm doing.

- You're thinking too, aren't you? - Of course I am.

So what are you thinking about?

Well, now that you ask I've forgotten.

Did you think about me at all?

Maybe I wasn't.

You never do.

Now you're exaggerating.

Aren't you coming to bed? Tomorrow is another day.

What did you say?

Aren't you coming to bed?

Yeah, I guess so. Tomorrow is another day.

- What did you say? - Tomorrow is another day.

Didn't you hear what I said?

Get lost!

Get out of here, both of you.

- You're not being very nice. - Well, maybe I'm not.

Get lost!

OK, everyone! Last orders now!

Last orders! Tomorrow is another day.

Last chance to get really drunk.

I might be along in a while!

- Hello. - Hi.

There's something I just have to say.

Okay.

I think you play so very well.

Thanks. That's nice to hear.

That's all I wanted to say.

Okay.

A beer maybe?

Thanks. I don't drink beer. It makes me sleepy.

Okay.

How about a drink?

Yes.

- What kind? - Caipirinha.

Would your friend like one too?

Don't know, I'll ask.

- She does. - Nobody understands me.

- Johan! - Nobody understands me...

Not a bloody soul.

- Good morning, everyone. - Good morning, ma'am.

What's wrong, ma'am?

My husband called me a hag.

What's that?

Why don't you ask him?

We don't seem to have green in that length.

We should have a red one over here.

Shall we look at it?

Yes.

Is it really ten feet?

It should be, yes.

No, in fact it wasn't.

- Joergen! - Yes!

Have you sold any of that red runner today?

Yes. A few feet went this morning.

- Then you have to change the label. - Right.

A lot of things are going wrong today.

It's just not my day.

I've had a fight with my wife.

It happens.

The thing is I happened to call her a hag.

- That wasn't very nice. - But she called me an old fart.

- Sorry? - Old fart?

I think hag is worse. Don't you think so, Gustav?

The devil knows. Let's go.

Did you call for me?

- What? - Was it you who called for me?

Called? Nope.

- Jonas, did you call for Holger? - What did you say?

- Did you call for Holger? - No.

- What about Lasse? - Lasse!

- Did you call for Holger? - No, why?

- Nope. - Nope.

I had a dream last night.

It was not a pleasant dream, mind you.

I dreamed I was at a family dinner party.

A bloody big dinner party.

I couldn't understand why I was there.

I wasn't related to anyone.

I didn't know anyone either.

It was a dreary gathering.

Bloody hell, it was depressing.

I didn't understand why, but I got the feeling it was my fault...

I felt it was up to me to lighten up the atmosphere, do something funny.

I thought I'll do the tablecloth trick,

even though I'd never done it before.

There was a hell of a lot of china...

that came off the table with the cloth.

Good God. The police came...

...and there was a trial.

I was charged with gross negligence...

...disregarding someone else's property.

The worst thing you could do, they said.

It's two hundred years old.

More that two hundred years old.

Don't worry about it.

Perhaps we should eat first?

That shouldn't be necessary.

What's all this bloody commotion!

Counsellor Akerblom.

I would like to inform you that no tears in the world

can affect the verdict of this court.

Is that understood?

- Do you understand? - Yes.

Continue.

Right, Your honour.

This is a matter of particularly gross negligence

and destruction of property.

Particularly gross negligence.

The set, it was handed down from my great-great-grandmother.

And it was more than two hundred years old.

How old did you say it was?

More than two hundred years.

Life sentence, in my view.

That's not enough.

- The electric chair perhaps. - Precisely.

- The electric chair? - Yes!

The electric chair, going once, twice, three times.

The electric chair.

That's life.

What the hell was that?

Try to relax, Benny.

Benny, try to relax.

It was from my great-great-grandmother.

And it was two hundred years old.

More than two hundred years old. Over two hundred years old.

Come, let's go.

Try to relax, Benny.

Try to think about something else.

The electric chair. What a terrible invention.

How could you come up with such a thing?

It's terrible.

There.

Mom!

- Mom! - What?

- Mom! - Yes.

Tell us what life was like when you were a child.

How things were.