I've met a pal who has the same birthday as me.
We're going to celebrate it with fireworks.
We're collecting empty bottles.
All over.
Don't tell them that I've paid for them.
Reine, come home with me.
Everyone who sees you will say:
You're the most beautiful they've seen.
You keep your floating walk.
And every step you take is like walking on a sharp knife.
If you want to suffer all this
I will help you
"Yes" - said the little mermaid thinking of the prince.
No hair there, and none there. Good.
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.
I won't be caught by it.
Poor grownups.
They stop thinking then.
I don't drink like you. - The wages.
What about my instalments, Mum?
The old car was all right.
Hell, Mum, I had to move up.
There are two Cadillacs in town, one's mine.
Bugger the lift. People look at me.
That's power.
It's my life, see. Bloody hell.
I can't go on.
Fire one at the women, there are too many anyway. Fucking lift.
Tell that kid you've got to take a holiday.
Get rid of him somehow.
Fucking rockets, I'll take them.
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 92 hours.
World record for voluntarily staying under water
is 13 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 Bjorn Borg in the next play? As a kid.
Can't you do Bjorn Borg?
He's wonderful. Reine, you have a job.
The Master.
Charlie Chaplin's son plays Bjorn Borg as kid.
Straighten up. Let me see.
Smile. Good.
I've an idea.
Stick your chin out
and you'll be more like Bjorn Borg.
Stick your chin out and close your eyes.
It's something about the hair.
I know what it is. It must be cut.
Cut? Do you think so?
You must have your hair cut.
Marie, see that Reine gets his hair cut.
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 Bjorn being forced
into the backhand corner.
He has to let go his two-hand grip
to reach the ball - it's a big stretch.
You're sweet, Reine. - Yes, that's fine.
Bjorn Borg 11 years old with a hair cut.
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 but me?
We've a kid here who's lost his key.
His mother's away. - Is he doped?
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.
Can I have the key? - He says there's a key here.
Your key? Oh, yes...
Will you take the kid home?
No, we've other thing to do.
What is this?
- Mum! -
Man is a swine.
Is there a pure man? Don't know.
Do I exist? Hardly.
Is it important? Don't know.
Let's have a little talk.
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.
I shall be powerful.
Give others the creeps.
They will all do as I say.
- Hell... -
Come and help me.
Come and help me, I say.
Help me with my leg. I can't move it.
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.
Come and put your weight on me.
Doesn't it hurt? - No.
What about my rockets? - They're in the trunk.
I'm going to dance. - Can you?
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, piss off.
This is as far as we go.
Piss off.
What's to become of me?
Mum's worried.
She'll be wondering where I am.
Can you drive me home?
Clear off! Go on!
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.
I already have your present.
Tomorrow's our birthday.
Tomorrow we'll take our trip.
Give me my shoes. - No.
It's our birthday.
I can't go barefoot. 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 needs a girl.
We need help. You're smart guy, eh?
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?
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?
He'll go soon.
That girl of yours. Can't you bring her here?
- Sure. -
You screw her, I bet.
Every night.
Tell us how you do it.
How do you do it?
The usual way - in and out.
Randy Nisse. What's she like?
You don't think I've screwed her, but I have.
Little Piss-Nisse hard at it, eh.
Tell me another one. You haven't fucked her.
You're just a little shit. A little Piss-Nisse.
A nobody. Nothing.
I'll bloody well show you.
You hold my head down. - Sure. 3 minutes.
A nobody. You're nothing.
What's a feeling.
3 minutes under water.
First child in Guinness Book of Records.
I'm alive. I'm somebody.
The daily checkup has shown a negative result.
One hair visible on scrotum and penis.
To hell with it.
One more day to live.
End message. Best wishes. Reine Larsson, almost twelve.