Let the Right One In (Låt den rätte komma in)

Let The Right One In

Squeal like a pig. So, squeal!

Squeal! Squeal like a pig!

The police have ways to determine foul play...

Do you remember that fire in Ängby?

A house burned down and a body was found inside.

We knew that the fire had been set

to conceal the fact that the person had been murdered beforehand.

So, how could they know that?

Well... - Go ahead.

There was no smoke in the lungs of the person who died.

That's correct. Did you figure that out right now?

No, I read a lot...

What kind of books would that be?

Just books.

Okay... I'm going to talk to you about drugs.

What do you think are the most common types of drugs...

Hey, Oskar...

What are you staring at?

Are you looking at me? Well, fuck off!

Oink!

What a good piggy you are.

- Come on, it's time for PE. - I'm not going...

Here's the weather forecast...

Excuse me...

- Do you have the time? - I don't have a watch.

- What's that? - This? It's called halotane.

Ricky...

Ricky!

Beat it!

Stupid dog!

What are you staring at?

Well?

Are you looking at me?

Well, fuck off!

What's your problem?

Are you scared?

So, scream.

Squeal!

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- Do you live here? - Yeah...

I live right here, in the jungle gym.

Seriously, where do you live?

- Next door to you. - How do you know where I live?

Just so you know, I can't be your friend.

- What do you mean? - Does there have to be a reason?

That's just the way it is.

Are you so sure that I want to be your friend?

You're supposed to help me!

Do I really have to take care of this myself?

Say something!

Forgive me.

They don't know why the boy was killed.

I realize that many of you may be worried.

The counselor will be here all day,

so go talk to her if you feel the need. Any questions?

Is it all right to kill the killer if you happen to meet him?

That wasn't very nice, Conny.

Oskar...

Where are you, Piggy?

- Where are you, Piggy? - Piggy!

Now go straight home after school.

And don't leave the courtyard until I get home.

- It was way over in Vällingby. - A person who kills children...

...is certainly capable of taking the subway two stations.

Or walking a mile.

No, Oskar will be staying with his dad next week.

KILLER TAPS BLOOD

VICTIM'S BLOOD WAS TAPPED

- Hi. - If it isn't my little honey bunny...

The death penalty has no justification in a society based on the rule of law.

Based on the rule of law?

The government wants us to believe that crap, just like the Russians...

Are you saying there aren't any Russians?

- Of course there are... - Never seen the guy before.

But take rattlesnakes... Does anyone actually get bitten?

That guy over there just moved into my neighborhood. He has a kid.

They're in Janne's old place.

- Should I ask him to join us? - Sure...

He might pay for a round.

In that case, he's welcome even if he has cancer.

Bad news?

Yeah, life stinks...

You just moved into number 15, right?

You don't have to sit here all alone, join us and have a laugh.

No thanks, I'm in a hurry.

Mom... I'm going out.

Aren't you going to watch the show?

No, it's no good.

Stay in the courtyard, okay?

I'll just watch this on my own, then.

So you're back...

So you're back.

- I want to be left alone. - So do I.

Then go home.

You go home, I've lived here way longer than you.

- What's that? - This?

It's a Rubik's cube.

Is it some kind of puzzle?

Yeah...

Want to try?

- You can give it back tomorrow. - I might not be here tomorrow.

The day after, then. But that's it.

How do you do it?

You want each side to be a solid color.

Like this...

You smell funny.

- Aren't you cold? - No.

- Why not? - I guess I've forgotten how.

See you tomorrow.

Thanks for yet another evening steeped in friendship and merriment.

Good night, old buddy.

- See you tomorrow. - You're the best, Jocke!

Help...

Hello?

Please help me.

Is something wrong?

Are you all right?

- Can you get up? - No...

Oh... I'll carry you, and take you to a phone.

- Careful. - You don't weigh a thing.

Bloody hell!

Never again...

Gösta? Christ, it's been ages. I haven't seen you all year.

Jocke...

Jocke!

I was out on the balcony and I saw...

I saw Jocke and this kid...

How big was this kid?

It was around here somewhere.

Move it.

What the hell is this? Christ!

It's blood!

Who the hell did this?

How did you do it?

I just twisted it.

Do I smell better now?

Um, what's your name?

Eli.

- What's yours? - Eli?

I'm Oskar.

- How old are you? - 12... more or less.

What about you?

12 years, 8 months and 9 days.

What do you mean, "more or less"?

When's your birthday?

I don't know.

Don't you celebrate your birthday?

Your parents... they've got to know.

Then you don't get any birthday presents, do you?

No.

You can have this, if you want.

It's yours.

I don't get how you did this...

Want me to show you?

- Here. Go ahead. - Start with the corners.

Then this part. And you put...

Like this...

No, like this. Then this...

"...slipping in and out of the shadows, running quick and quiet

and keeping out of the sun;

so soon they went back, grumbling and cursing, to guard the door.

Bilbo had escaped."

Right... That's all for today.

Has everyone handed in their slips for the field trip on Thursday?

Well then, class dismissed.

- Oskar, aren't you? - No, I have stuff to do.

Hurry up, Conny.

What were you writing down?

What do you mean?

Show it to me.

No.

What do you mean, no? Hand it over.

Crap, who's going to talk to his mom?

Wait for me!

Oskar...

Piggy!

I fell down during recess.

- I tripped on this rock. - Oh, honey...

You've got to watch your step.

Short, long, long, short, long...

- Short, long, long, short, long. - Exactly.

Here...

What happened to you?

There...

Some classmates...

- Where do you go to school? - Oskar, listen...

Hit back.

You've never hit back...

Have you?

So do it. Hit back. Hard.

- There are three of them. - Hit back even harder.

Hit harder than you dare, then they'll stop.

- What if? - Then I'll help you.

I can do that.

Come on.

Hey... Move.

You're in the way.

Go on.

Let's see, short, short...