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As it is in Heaven.

My dear, sweet, Daniel...

You never have to be afraid of those boys, ever again.

We won't go on living here. I'll find you another school.

Pappa would have supported me in this, if he had been alive.

Everything is for the best.

Just believe that, and all will be fine.

When I grow up I'm going to marry you, mommy.

Ever since I was a little boy I had a dream to create music-

that would open people's hearts.

That was my dream.

At 14, I was to compete at the Junior Soloist World Championships.

A day I will always remember.

Please! Make way, please!

One thing was new...

For the first time in my life my calendar was completely empty.

The doctor said it was a heart attack.

It wasn't fatal, but he didn't give me much hope.

He said: "Your heart's completely worn out."

Jump, Daniel! Jump!

I don't know why I returned to the village of my childhood.

Sometimes you do things without knowing why.

I reckoned that no one in the village would know that I'd once lived here.

My agent had given me a new name when I was 15.

ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

"Remember to let the tap run before drinking."

"The water comes from our own well."

I heard... you'd bought the old school here.

I thought I'd drop by.

I'm Stig Berggren, the village Pastor.

I wanted to be the first to welcome you.

It's my little custom to give each newcomer a Bible.

In the name of Jesus Christ.

Thank you.

I arrived 25 years ago and we ended up staying, my wife and I.

Just think, Daniel Darйus here in our old school.

But one can only wonder, what will you do here?

- I shall listen. - I see...

My wife Inger and I wonder if you'd care to come to our home for dinner.

Thank you, but I prefer to be alone.

Perhaps he could hold a concert here in the village.

I've stopped performing!

Though the church is really very beautiful.

There's Conny from the garage with my gun.

I saw your car, and thought...

Here's your gun. I've checked it out, it works fine now.

- I welded the barrel. - Thank you so much.

Was that you in the taxi? That was me who skidded past in the truck.

It's a she... Bulls-eye, right up her ass.

- My Christmas hare for the church. - Thank you!

He's a conductor. World famous. Daniel Darйus.

One of those artist types, huh?

- Has Olga laughed today? - What?

Isn't your hearing aid on?

- Has Olga laughed today? - What have you got today, Lena?

This Norwegian and a Swede are watching a funeral procession.

The Swede asks: "Who's the dead one?"

"Don't know", says the Norwegian, "but I think that's him in the coffin."

- I'll put down the 65 crowns. - Fine. Bye.

Are you the one who bought the old school?

Yes.

I knew you'd come in here. Everyone has to eat.

Would you listen to this? See if it's good enough.

Want a Bingo lottery ticket?

Everyone plays "bingolotto" around here. We had a winner once.

This is for you.

Sure, we can handle just about anything. See ya!

He wanted a bottle of Jamaican, only thing that turns his girl on.

Check it out. 24 speeds. Only 5,800 crowns. A lot of bike for your buck.

Nothing wrong with buying a bike in the winter. Don't let that...

- Eeh... nothing with fewer gears? - C'mon, don't be cheap with yourself.

People around here can be a bit narrow minded.

I've always driven Yank cars.

I love the purr of an old V8, the smooth ride.

Folks get pretty bent out of shape over those wheels.

But you can't let it get to you. Come spring thaw, out for a drive!

- 5,200, huh? - Well?

Listen, I'd like to show you something you could really help me out with.

Now this is very dear to me. We've got a choir in the village-

- that meets every Thursday in the congregation hall.

We do a spring concert and you're just the man to come and...

- No, no, I'm too impatient. - Just to brush us up a little.

Offer some good advice. You aren't cheap in that way?

- 4,600. - I just came here to listen...

Great! Come on Thursday, to listen. Just to listen.

4,200 and a sweatsuit thrown in. See you on Thursday.

Prepare! The Lord is coming Hills, sink! And valleys, rise!

- But I'm the one who runs this choir! - Siv, he's only coming to listen.

- What's his name? - Daniel Darйus.

Typical Arne, giving out orders. I'm in charge of the choir.

He's only going to listen. We're rehearsing any way.

You're only in charge, Siv because we don't have a cantor.

- Does Stig know about this? - The Pastor has nothing to do with it!

- It's all Arne's delusions of grandeur! - What's the problem?

He's just going to listen and give a little advice.

- Musicians aren't cheap in that way... - Arne, simmer down.

Well, if he's coming, of course we should sing!

I'm not going to sing, neither is Olga.

Olga's old enough to make her own decisions.

Siv, come on. You need a fella. Maybe he's something for you.

As far as I know, he's single.

Oh, stop it!

No, don't worry.

I'll be there when you get home.

Yes, dinner's ready.

But you said I could go. I'll be home when you get there.

Welcome.

I'm Gabriella.

Come on in.

Glories stream from heaven afar

Heavenly host sing Alleluia

Christ the savior is born

I was passing by and heard singing.

Much of it is very nice.

- We are not pros. - But we could be much better.

- Well, within our limitations. - I dreamt he would come.

I just wanted... I was passing by and... Thank you so much.

- He said "much of it is very nice". - Did he say "much of it"?

- Those very words? - Yes! "Much of it is very nice."

Did you hear that, Olga? "Much of it is very nice", he said.

Hello!

Have you listened to the cassette?

It's me, Lena... The Bingo lottery ticket.

Carry on. I'll be right there. Over there.

But your ticket didn't win. I've checked. This is my boyfriend.

- Hi. - Hello.

You've got to listen to it.

Bye. See you. You need warmer clothes, Daniel.

No you fucking don't.

I told you! You're not going anywhere!

Fucking slut!

Stop it, stop it! For God's sake, stop it!

Well, if it isn't the little artist. Get your hands off her!

Your kind don't belong here!

- I'm warning you! - No, Conny!

Let go! Mind your own business!

Conny. It's him.

I confess, oh righteous God-

- that I have sinned in thought, word and deed.

I have not loved Thee above all else nor my neighbor as myself.

Through my sins I am guilty of more than I understand-

- and contribute to the world's negligence of Thee.

I beseech Thee, help me cease my sins.

Forgive me, in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

This is a surprise. A simple position as cantor.

Mass, weddings, christenings, funerals. Is it worth it?

Music is all I know.

But the church is cold and the salary meager.

The pay is dreadful. Take my advice, don't do it.

- My mind's made up. - A new cantor. How nice. Welcome!

This is my wife, Inger. It's up to the church council, so it'll take a while.

I'd like to begin immediately.

Do you realize the job entails running the choir?

But they can't possibly meet your demands.

Everything begins with listening.

- When do you finish? - I'll call you later.

Imagine that all music already exists.

It's up here, all around, vibrating, ready to be taken down.

It's all a matter of listening, of being ready to take it down.

You understand?

- Get it, Fatso? - Yes.

Each person has their own unique tone, their own individual tone.

And we're going to find it.

Arne here. Yes. Yes... yes.

Don't you want that with a built-in DVD, yeah...

It's got PAL, NTSC and...

No, no! Just human voices.

Yes. Some advice, please, on what to do.

How should I begin?

Right...

Balance.

Yes. Balance...

Yes, exactly. The torso.

And the stomach. Right.

We know where our stomachs are. Let's massage them to wake them up.

And pat them...

...and massage them. Good!

Put your hands here...

And twist, backwards, then forwards.

Push away...

...making a large circle. Good.

Your fingers...

Then shake them out.

Excellent!

Listen, and give it back.

Let's hope no one walks in on us. Is the door locked?

Each person has his own individual tone.

Try and find yours.

Begin, slowly... to sound...

Find the harmony.

I started to think of the Pastor.

Music is about listening.

You're so eager, Arne! The singing will come, later.

He's worked with the great vocalists. And we have fun, too.

I haven't felt so happy in a very long time!

Of course you must come, you must.

See you on Thursday as usual. Bye.

- Don't you sing? - No, not yet. Later, says Daniel.

- Why must you defend him? - I'm not defending him.

I enjoy doing something new. It's good he takes things gently.