Here's Your Life Page #2

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I have to be there. Otherwise,

I have to walk tomorrow morning.

I'll get some clothes

and some food for you.

Take care of your eyes.

If there's vermin, wash yourself

and change your clothes.

They only have bedbugs.

But you have red spots.

Timber.

Hurry up, damn rascals!

Well, I...

What the hell...?

I knew a man

who got back from America.

He travelled in the lowest class.

But a fine lady,

who travelled in first

or second class, caught sight of him.

And she wanted a man.

So she asked him to

come over to her that evening.

Yes...

And then they were at it

for three, four days.

And she treated him to fine food

and he smelt of oils and perfumes

for months afterwards.

Yes... And he got 500 kronor

for his pains.

After that, he never

looked at another woman.

He had had enough of the best,

he said.

And I think it's true.

He had 500 kronor, and more, even.

-But he had been to America.

-That's true.

But he was an honest man,

who never lied.

No. But he was a real swine.

What would you have done?

I wouldn't have slept with her

for 500.

No. You'd want an even 1000.

Yes, I'd rather get that.

But I don't know...

But what if she was beautiful?

I don't know.

-But...

-An even 2000?

OK, just this once.

Let's see what Olof's got!

-Watch out, you rascal!

-You bastard! Ape!

I'll run for help.

Lift, goddammit!

Does it hurt like hell?

Get a ride, dammit!

Hello!

Come with me. There's

been an accident by the sawmill.

-He's not that badly wounded.

-Shut up. Turn off the saw!

Carry him carefully! Careful!

Careful...

There, there....

Now we're going to the doctor.

Which doctor?

The doctor, dammit!

The infirmary, idiot!

Poor lad.

You'll have to figure out

something to do until he's back.

Given that it's not

that serious with Oskar.

You don't want to

lose any wages, right?

Yes...

We have to be

more careful in the future.

Yes, well...

If you're just careful

there won't be any accidents.

Unless there is...an accident.

No, but they

have to have their timber!

Let's hope for the best.

It's a waste

to just let the saw stand idle.

Not for my sake.

It doesn't make sense

for you to go home.

You make the decision,

but it would be good

if you could load the wagon today.

You'll have to get by.

I won't deduct the hours

that Larsson is gone.

You can tell Larsson

that nothing will be deducted.

Nothing will be deducted...no.

It's big. It costs at least 2.50.

But it will only happen once.

To Oskar, that is.

You read, Olof.

I don't see too well.

"The Lord has, in His

infinite mercy, through an accident,"

"called to Him,

our beloved son and brother,"

"Oskar Emmanuel Larsson."

"Born the 27 January 1902."

"Died the 3 February 1916".

"Johan and Louisa Larsson,

F Petersson,"

"Lars, Anna, Britta,"

"Karl, Stina, Gustav."

You're careful, right?

I was thinking...

I'd like to work the saw.

This is no job for me.

So you want to let others do

what you don't want to do yourself?

Lift, dammit!

Lights out, dammit!

You should study English. That's

useful in America and at sea.

It would be much better

if people couldn't read.

It turns everyone

into Socialist bastards.

I knew a man

who read evenings and nights.

It finally drove him mad.

You have to have education

to be able to stand it.

IN DEFENCE OF ROYALTY

THE STRUGGLE FOR BREAD

We're making quick progress, I see.

My, my... That must be three sacks

you've managed to do in half a day.

-That's diligent.

-It's 15.

15? And they were big ones, as well?

Yes, they were big.

I knew that you were that kind!

Pick up the sack and

don't just stand there like a fool.

No.

That kind of talk

won't do at my saw!

I don't give a damn about that.

You could have stayed

until the end of the day.

-No, I have to go now.

-Sit down.

I was planning on you

starting to work the saw.

-You could have stayed the summer.

-No.

No...

-I'll include this hour.

-There's no need.

No, not when

you're as wealthy as you, right?

Maybe you don't want any pay

for your invaluable work.

No, not if it's like that.

-How old are you?

I'll be 16 in the summer.

-Can you do this?

-Yes, sir.

-They call me "manager".

-Yes, manager.

Mr manager.

Yes, mr manager.

You'll sell confectionery. Sweets.

You get 15 a month and a percentage

as well as food and lodging,

and you have to help out

with the tickets.

During the days, you have to get

firewood for the restaurant.

Then...

Well...

You could become a projectionist.

I see, mr manager.

It's an Erneman projector.

-I'll start working at a caf.

-I see.

THE TWO BROTHERS

THE WORLD WAR:

THE WORKING CLASS

Do you...?

Do you have any education?

It's not easy.

An education has to be acquired.

Why do some people eat with the knife

instead of the fork? No education.

Why do some wipe their shoes

on the doormat? Education.

You can always see

that a person is educated.

-He is refined.

-Yes.

-Have you read Strindberg?

-Not all of it.

No, that's too much to ask.

Even I haven't done that.

Right now, I'm reading a book

about his adventures

both in Sweden and abroad.

You have to know Strindberg.

I'm thinking about

taking orders for books.

Could you ask people you know

if they want books by Strindberg?

There's also world history

and astronomy.

I don't know anyone...

You will get to know people when

you sell sweets and check tickets.

You have to make business.

It's the lifeblood of the nation.

Yes.

Yes. Could you

go down to the post office?

And you have to wear a tie tonight.

Sweets!

Confectionery.

That's fine.

Hello. Wait a second!

Hey you! You have to wear a tie

when putting up posters.

You're representing the company.

Hello.

On Thursday, yes.

Close your eyes.

Throw away the other one.

So you're out enjoying yourself.

I don't understand

how he will get out of it.

You who are working there

should know how it ends.

-They get each other.

-Really?

You get so bored with film.

I prefer philosophy.

What does Nietzsche

say about women? It's crude,

but it has a deeper meaning.

As they say in English:

If I had a bike,

we could go for rides.

If I could ride a bicycle.

Maria!

-Stop, you rascal!

-You stop, you bastard.

-Great that you could stop!

-Go to hell!

I just wanted money for coffee.

-You can have 25.

-Keep it, I'm only joking.

-Get off, I can't hold it all day.

-The glue's pouring out.

-There must be a world revolution.

-Yes.

If the priests

won't stand in the way.

No, it's true that priests are behind

many of the horrors of war.

The priests and the military

lead the workers to the slaughter.

But they wouldn't dare

to be in the way.

If I weren't a free anarchist,

I'd have all priests killed.

But I'm against

all forms of bloodshed.

Not a man, not a penny

to the military.

And you have to convince them

with arguments.

But what if they

don't move out of the way?

When people are pouring forth,

then no priests can resist.

Theoretically.

When I was drinking,

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