Children's Island
- Reine! Open up! - One twenty-eight.
Mum! New record!
What are you doing?
I can soon do three minutes...
You're not to do these experiments.
First child in the Guinness Book of Records.
It's dangerous. You might drown.
Promise not to do this at the summer camp.
You said I was to go.
But you don't want to spend the summer with Granny.
Let's call it off...
Go to bed now.
You must leave early in the morning...
It's Stig...
I can't help it. He'll go soon.
We've had our moment, you and I.
- I want to ask you something. - Not now, it's late.
Is there a God?
Off to bed now...
I'll see you off tomorrow.
You'll be away the whole summer.
When does your train go? You...
Don't tell Stig I'm going away...
Promise!
Stig What a bloody silly name!
Aren't you going to bed?
You're going to the summer camp tomorrow...
Did I tell you about...
Our turnout with the ambulance the other day?
A pensioner blew himself up with dynamite.
Straight to the mortuary...
We had to scrape the walls. Mop up with a cloth.
Brains on the wall with a tooth in them.
We could only find one eye.
So you're not going to bed?
You little sod.
I'm a nasty little rat. Say it!
I'm a nasty little rat.
50 kronor...
Go on, say it! A nasty little rat.
You've no one else but Mum to go to.
He can't tell me what to do.
We'll just have a little talk, than he'll go.
He's not my dad.
I'll wake you in the morning, Reine...
I'll never be randy and never fuck. I promise.
Decision made 14 June.
I won't let myself be deported to the summer camp.
I'd rather die alone here in town.
Procedure one.
Prevent Mum from coming with you into town.
How? Let her oversleep.
P.S. Angels don't fuck.
Wake up, Mum...
She'll say... What's the time?
I'll say... Ten to seven.
She'll say... When does your train go?
We'll never make it. I haven't packed.
I've plenty of time...
I can go alone.
Reine, you can't come with me at Uddevalla.
I've a job there. You'd only be bored.
How you've grown...
I've time to go home and pack now, Reine...
To the staff at the summer camp.
This is to inform you that 11-year old Reine Larsson
has suddenly expired.
He is dead... And cannot come...
Hi, Mum.
Here at the camp it's sunny and green.
We swim and play football.
The food's okay.
Tonight there's community singing.
I had a good trip.
I caught the bus all right.
I have a room to myself.
There I can do just as I like.
One of the boys here... is Ronnie Petterson's son.
Love, Reine.
Nothing there...
Nothing there either...
Good.
The daily check of the position gave a favorable result.
Not a single hair visible on either scrotum and/or penis.
15 June at 15:24 hours.
Terrific.
One more day to live.
I am a part of the world.
I've a right to say what I like.
No one can come and contradict me...
Everything's under control.
You're in control of things when you're alone.
The daily check of the position gave a favorable result.
16 June at 09:02 hours.
Not one hair on scrotum or penis.
One more day to live.
Can't think...
Food... Money... Job...
Get a job...
Helena, look...
Cadillac...
Look, Helena...
- Have you bought a new car? - Cadillac'59.
- What will Olga say... Haster! - Cadillac!
What a nasty smell.
- You are late... - My watch is wrong.
- We start work at height... - Sod the lot of you!
I can't breathe here!
You haven't washed the brushes properly...
Why can't they wash their own brushes?
So, Helena with her handicap is to wash her brush
because you won't obey the rules?
Brushes are expensive, 18 kronors.
Three times 18 is 54, deducted from your wages.
Sod the lot of you...
Everyone must be punctual.
Up yours, you bitches...
I'm quitting...
- Get an alarm clock. - Do you know why I'm late?
Because I had a fuck an hour ago...
You here! What the hell?
- Mum's not here. - Open up.
- Mum's not at home... - Open the door!
Shut up your bloody mongrel.
Why aren't you at the camp?
It was postponed...
There's... An epidemic.
Diarrhea...
Where's Mum?
At the hospital.
That is... She...
She's on night duty.
Looking after old people.
God help you if you're lying.
I'll wait here.
I've told them here you work at a hospital.
There's a caretaker here too.
He hides the keys from the children...
He's noisy and silly... And lonely.
Nobody likes him...
He consoles himself with beer... Of an evening.
Straight to the mortuary.
A pensioner blew himself up with dynamite.
Straight to the mortuary.
He had to scrape the walls.
You think I'm mean, eh?
Brains on the wall with a tooth in them.
You think I'm mean?
- Damn the kid. - We could only find one eye.
So you're not going to bed.
Why do you think Harriet likes me?
You little sod.
Why do you think I come here?
Open the door!
Where the hell is she?
Open the door!
Reine!
- Reine! - I'm a nasty little rat. Say it!
Open the door, Reine!
Say It! I'm a nasty little rat.
Why do you think Harriet likes me?
Reine!
Say it! I'm a nasty little rat.
You've no one else but Mum to go to.
I'm a nasty little rat. Say it!
Say it! I'm a nasty little rat.
Don't tell Stig that...
In the Congo it was no problem.
Stig Uttler Stand up!
Yes, sir!
But where is she?
OPEN!
She likes me to fuck her.
That's why I come here, see?
Harriet likes me to fuck her, see...
Stand up... Lie down!
Stand up... Lie down... Stand up!
Night. Second day of freedom.
Survive. Find someone who's sorry for me.
Be quiet, good, shy and harmless.
Give them the feeling of power.
Must have a job, must have grub.
The big questions must wait.
Quick-change artist Reine Larsson
shows you how to survive.
Work here, well...
Stand on the stool, so the girls can look at you.
We haven't had a man employed here for a long time.
Well, he is hardly a man
I'm not a sexually mature.
If I move up to lettering
- Someone's needed... - In shading.
He can go out to the cemeteries too.
Can we afford anyone else?
- What shall we do? - Let's ask Kristine.
There's the brush washing too...
I've begun to get eczema...
Kristine, answer!
- I'm allergic. It itches... - Kristine?
It's no good asking Kristine...
What does Kristine say?
How old are you?
I'm... My age... I'm...
He's fifteen. Fifteen...
The boy stays.
When coach?
It's a funny story...
I'll go...
Olga's studio
He's cadging money again.
Olga has a son... Haster.
He always comes asking for money...
- He's a real rowdy. - You know how things are.
Olga... Olga drinks.
Seen she'll say she must give the cat its milk...
That... That means she's having her whisky.
She says her blood pressure is too high.
Was that Haster?
Eat up, Reine.
I'm going out for a moment. The cat must have its milk.
We make mourning ribbons
to be hung on the wreaths when there's a funeral.
Mostly we write A Last Greeting... In gold.
There... Isn't that nice?
The lettering must be like this
so that it's harmonious.
You dip twice for confidence.
And you mustn't be afraid or hesitate.
Do you think it's hard?
Board of the Arts Council.
Twenty one letters.
Haster sat on this stool when he learnt lettering.
He was sixteen, just like Reine.
He was so sweet.
And you don't mind to help someone in wheel chair.
Good boy.
I was a ballet dancer. Do you like dancing?
Let's dance some here.
Yes... Let's dance.
Shut... Stig, bless him! The key...
He chose death before the crowds... The Master.
The greatest...
We're alike.
The Master...
To Ronnie from his son.
Are you watching?
Are you watching properly?
- Mind you don't fall. - Quiet! Quiet!
Now for the start...
Are you watching?
Here I am, Ronnie Petterson's son!
I think he ought to stop.
- Let him try. - It's no fun now.
Absolute... Greatest... Possible silence.
Music!
Little scamp, he's pretending...
Well girls, back to work.
Helena has a way with little boys.
You must quit as soon as possible.
I like it here!
I've nothing against you, but you're being exploited.
It's nice here...
- Reine, have you been paid? - I will be later.
Allright... When business is better, hey?
Reine, You' re not really needed here.
Another thing...
Why do you think
Helena rubs her arms like that
when she looks at you?
She's very unhappy...
Imagine wanting to be a dancer and having that handicap.
Never having intimate relations.
And now with you here, Helena...
She wants to die!
It's Just like that...
It's her greatest wish. To die...
But she doesn't dare to. Such people are dangerous.
Watch out for Helena!
I've been waiting for you... Are you coming?
I've got that feeling again...
As if I could get up and walk.
Reine, if...
Reine, si...
If you were grown up...
And I could dance...
Then...
Would you like me then?
Oh, another epidemic?
We were sent home for Midsummer.
Then Mum will be along soon, eh?
She'll be very late.
Then we'll sit and wait.
We're to go sailing.
It's Midsummer...
Mum, you and I, hey?
It's a pal of mine, and his girl-friend.
A posh boat he has too.
- Another vodka, please. - And your son?
Son, eh? What will you have, Reine?
Let's Cola, hey?
Reine?
Have another Cola.
We'll go sailing... Hey?
Uddevalla, did you say?
Uddevalla, it's far away...
That means taking the train to Göteborg.
Yes, the night train.
The night train is slow...
Late...
Yes, yes!
It's Midsummer. Reine, Hey?
Cheers!
Cheers for your Mum who will not benefit!
Question No. 1. Is there a God...
That's a deep one.
Is there a God?
IS THERE A GOD?
Who is my dad? Stig isn't my dad.
Cheer up, Reine.
You have no dad, eh?
You should have seen my bastard dad...
Bloody hell...
Bloody hell, the beatings I got!
Forget it...
Hey?
Reine!
Tomorrow we'll go sailing... Hey!
You and I and Mum... Reine!
Tomorrow we go sailing.
Can you sail!
Look!
Where do you think he's going to sleep?
How have you planned it, eh?
Why didn't fix you another girl when Harriet couldn't come, hey?
But no!
You tricked us! Tricked, bloody well tricked!
You should have one in reserve a right like this.
I do my share for Christ's sake. And you, what?
Hey?
Not a damn piss. Bring this brat along.
How dou like that...
If you don't fuck Harriet, fuck is son!
What a great trip!
You...
With this kid on board...
All that will squirt is ketchup.
On my deck!
Moreover, it'll stain it!
Enough!
What the hell you think you're doing?
Nasty little bastard!
- What's the matter with you? You're crazy! - Nasty little bastard!
Take it easy. He'll float up. He can swim.
Nasty little bastard... Squirting ketchup on the deck...
Where is he? I'm not see him!
I can't find him...
Stig!
For Christ sake!
- Reine? - Not seen!
- Oh God, where is he? - Reine? - Reine?
Damn the kid!
Dive, Nora!
I can't swim...
Reine!
Reine! Where are you Reine?
Rein...
Don't stay there... Come and help...
... eine!
God, no! Make sure he don't drown!
Why don't you dive! I beg you, save him!
He's inevitably there. He...
Stig...
Stig, come on!
Rein...
Reine!
Christ, you know I can't swim.
Reine!
What a feeling!
I know I'm alive.
To die before the crowds, perhaps he was meant too.
Ronnie Pettersson, he died before the crowds.
Record of three minutes. I nearly had it.
An angel came and help me... Nora.
Little scamp, darling!
Why will you never get married?
If I do,
it'll be with someone... Who's as pure... As an angel.
Almost like a doll.
I work with dolls...
Dummies in shop-windows.
The kind without any hair?
How old are you?
Eleven on 14 August.
You have the same birthday as me.
Shall we spend it together?
Yes well. You can come to my place... Ask for...
Nora.
Look!
Look! Fireworks!
I love fireworks...
We will make one too!
I've met a pal who has the same birthday as me...
We're going to celebrate it with fireworks...
It will be the beautiful festivity.
Again!
Don't tell others women that I've paid for them.
Reine... Come home with me...
Everyone who'll see you will say...
You're the most beautiful they've seen.
You'll keep your floating walk,
But every step you'll take will be like walking on a sharp knife.
If you want to suffer all this,
I will help you for it.
Yes!
Said the little mermaid...
Thinking of the prince.
No hair there, and none there. Good.
And so... One more day to live pure...
then, it's all over.
Damn!
My last summer as a child.
I must make the most of it.
Then I'll be hooked by lust.
to the desires of grown-up.
I won't be caught by it.
Poor grown-ups.
Once big, They stop thinking then.
- I don't drink like you! - The wages.
What about my installments, Mum? I need Them... To pay the car!
The old car was all right...
Hell, Mum, I need this car, the old was shit, I had to move up!
There are two Cadillac in town, one's mine...
Bugger the lift... You Know, people look at me!
You know... That, It's power... People are turning on my way!
It's my life, see. Bloody hell!
I can't go on!
Fire one at the women... There are too many anyway.
Fucking lift!
The kid, He'll fuck the brothel, tell him you've got to take holidays!
And that he must go away!
That's all. Get rid of him!
Fucking rockets... That's something at least!
How the hell do you afford them?
Lousy! Sod...
The longest time a volunteer has endured complete solitude
without any form of stimulus to the senses
is ninety-two hours...
World record for voluntarily staying under water
is thirteen minutes.
Come and see the play about the Virgin Mary.
Tonight we present the play about Mary.
Who'd like to dance with Mary?
Love's mother.
Theatre... Is power...
Who'd like to dance with the Virgin Mary?
The pure virgin...
Who will be the first to dare?
Who will be the first...
And the angel began to preach to heaven...
Dear Mum, what do you think?
We have our own theatre here at the camp.
We're playing Jesus Christ Superstar.
I've been given the lead.
Can't he do Björn Borg in the next play? As a kid.
Reine, can't you do Björn Borg?
He's wonderful... Reine... You have a job.
The Master.
Charlie Chaplin's son plays Björn Borg as kid.
Straighten up. Let me see...
Smile... Good...
I've an idea!
Stick your chin out...
and you'll be more like Björn Borg...
Stick your chin out and close your eyes... Yes?
It's something about the hair.
About the Hairs... Yes?
I know what it is. It must be cut!
Cut? Yes?
Reine, you must have your hair cut.
Marie, see that Reine gets his hairs cut.
Reine, this is a political play, see?
The sports movement as a system for elimination.
As a competitive amplifier, see?
It's about practical fascism...
Here we see Björn being forced
into the backhand corner...
He has to let go his famous two-hand grip, to strengthen its extension
and to reach the ball. It's a big stretch.
- You're sweet, Reine. - Yes, that's fine.
Björn Borg 11 years old with a hair cut.
Reine... We didn't mean to laugh...
24 July, afternoon. Men is a swine.
To be in control of things is to be alone.
Is there a hell?
Don't know for sure
Is there anyone else like me?
Don't know for sure.
We've a kid here who's lost his key. His mother's away. Over.
Is he doped? Over.
Well, his eyes are glazed. Over.
Take him to hospital then. Over.
We'll check an address first we got from a neighbor.
He says a Stig Uttler has a key.
You can go...
He'll take care of me...
What is it?
I want my key.
- Take the key? - He says there's a key here.
Your key? Oh, yes...
You can take him home.
- No... We've other thing to do. - Huhum... Hum... - Stig...
What is this...
Mum!
So, Stig...
Man is a swine.
Is there a pure man?
Don't really know.
Do I exist?
Hardly.
Is it important?
Don't know.
Reine...
Let's have a little talk.
Reine?
We'll talk tomorrow morning.
Good night.
I'll give up looking for answers.
I'll look for the questions to the answers. Death.
Blow it all up. Wake me in the year 2000.
The power and the glory.
Amen.
ENTRÉE
I shall be powerful.
Give others the creeps.
They will all do as I say.
Hell...
You... Come... And help me.
You... Come and help me... I say.
You... Help me with my leg... I can't move it. Funny...
Where are my rockets?
What bloody rockets? Come and help me with my leg.
Don't you recognize me?
- I'm Reine. - Want to see something?
Wooden leg, see?
But I have a Cadillac... '59.
Come and put your weight on me.
- Doesn't it hurt? - No. C'mon.
- What about my rockets? - Well, they're in the trunk.
- I'm going to dance. - Can you?
Not half!
Bet your bloody life I can!
I know a bird who's alone out there.
Show her to me. Then you can ride with us.
Come on, now, piss off!
This is as far as we go.
Piss off!
But what's to become of me?
Mum's worried...
She'll be wondering where I am...
You drive me home?
Go!
Go away!
Don't go back!
10 August, morning...
Bloody murderer...
I'll soon show you...
I'm going to be powerful, hard, cold.
Dangerous.
What are you most afraid of?
Not knowing who I am.
Not existing.
What now then?
Good thing you let me in.
Everything else is just dirt and fraud.
You are pure.
Only you have no intestines.
I may disappoint you...
Nora, I already have your present.
Tomorrow's our birthday.
Tomorrow we'll take our trip.
- Give me my shoes. - No way!
But... It's our birthday. I can't go barefoot.
So... Can't you go out?
- I may want to dance. - Let's stay here...
- Aren't we going to eat? - I'm not hungry...
14 August, evening.
We're celebrating with... A dance.
What a feeling!
My mate over there... He search for a girl.
We need help... You're smart guy, Hey...
From now on... You're one of the Death Gang.
I'm here with my girl...
- With your girl? - Cola, Nisse?
My name's not Nisse...
Ever tasted Finish Cola Nisse?
I wasn't half thirsty...
I must go now...
Have another swig. Go on!
- Got a match? - Yes.
Fine, Nisse.
Are you going to bed?
Hein?
Wait a bit for...
That girl of yours. Can't you bring her here?
Sure!
You screw her, I bet?
Firmly, and every night.
Tell us... How... You do... Nisse.?
How you do... Nisse, how you do...
The usual way... In and out...
Drinker Nisse, fucker Nisse! Hein?
You don't think I've screwed her, but I have.
Little Piss-Nisse hard at it, Hein?
Tell me another one. You haven't fucked her.
You're just a little sod who like fuck your ass, hey Juicy Nisse?
Zilch. A nobody. Not much in your pants, Nisse.
I'll bloody well show you who I am...
- You hold my head down. - Sure. Three minutes.
Zilch. A nobody. Not much in your pants, Nisse.
What a feeling!
Three minutes under water.
First child in the Guinness Book of Records.
I feel. I'm alive. I'm somebody.
The daily checkup has shown... A negative result.
One hair visible on scrotum and/or penis.
To hell with it!
One more day to live.
End message. Best wishes. Reine Larsson, 11 years old almost 12.