Kalle Blomkvist och Rasmus

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[Ghostly sounds]

Battle and victory! Forward!

[More spooky laughter

by juvenile voices]

- Wait, I do not like ghosts.

- We must take back Stormumriken.

Do you think they are here?

Kalle!

Kalle!

- Let me go!

- Ow!

- Why did you fight?

- You are the one who fights!

- Good! Kill yourselves, so we

don't have to! - You just wait!

Come on, Sixten!

Come on!

-Let's see now if you are so cocky!

In a few seconds, we'll have

Stormumriken. Just jtart counting!

You will not even

come close to it!

Beware, Anders!

- Come, Sixten, lets go for a walk.

- First I'm going to rip the hair off you!

Get him, Sixten!

Careful, Anders!

- Such fools...

- You're not afraid, are you?

- Should I be afraid?

- Jump down now!

- Now stop it!

- Beware!

- Help! Help!

- He is hanging by a wooden beam!

- What should we do, Kalle?

- Hang on! I'll get a rope!

Help!

- Help!

- Hurry up, Kalle!

-Where is he?

-More this way!

Stop!

It is stuck!

- It doesn't work!

- Heeelp!

He got it! Good!

- What would you have done

down there? - Look for bird nests...

Now, we'll have to go home

for a snack.

Bye, little shits of the White Rose!

Tonight we eradicate you!

- Forget about it!

Tonight...

... Stormumriken will be brought

to the White Rose Headquarters!

So... The way it goes.

- What is your name?

- Eva-Lotta.

- Want a meatball?

Here you are

- What is your name, then?

- Rasmus. I am five,

and next year I'll be six.

- Wow, what a lot!

- Do you live here with the Eklunds?

- I live with Daddy.

- Does he live at the Eklund villa?

- Of course,

- Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.

- A smart kid, Eva-Lotta

- My dad makes plate.

- Is he a sheet-metal worker?

- No, he is a professor.

- Swell!

Then he can make plates for my dad.

- He is a baker and needs

as many plates as they go.

- Whose is the motorcycle?

- Daddy's, of course.

- A professor

riding a motorcycle!

Won't his beard

get tangled in the wheel, then?

- My dad has no beard.

- All professors

are supposed to have one.

- You're so stupid.

You are so right,

Rasmus.

Your dad is a professor

without a beard

who makes plate.

- What kind of plate?

I've made a little innovation

you know.

- What kind of an innovation?

- I have found a way

to make a metal

which is both light

and impossible to pierce

-Is it good?

- Almost too good.

See you!

- I like your meatballs.

- You'll get more, if we meet again.

- You will, probably.

Hi!

- I have a message from the Reds.

- Oh, let me see!

- Tonnight, by Monlight...

- They have never been

hard-working pupils.

... the Red Rose will celebrate

Stormumriken's homecoming ...

... from the heathen

who call themselves the White Rose...

Warning! All the creeping

little pieces of sh*t

little pieces of sh*t of the White Rose

wil be knocked down.''

- Sixten, noble

leader of the Red Rose.

It looks like it will be

a long, glorious night.

Hi, you!

I've gone out to wage war,

but I will be home soon

- I think,

tralala. Eva-Lotta.

Anders! Kalle!

Where are you?

- Hey!

- Stop it! It is late.

- I could fight no matter how long!

As in the Thirty Years' War.

Think if we had to fight for

Stormumriken when we are 40.

- That would look ridiculous.

- Come, now!

- Hi, Bjrk.

- Hi, kids. Are you still out running

that late?

- Yes, it's war.

- Really, once again?

- and Stormumriken, of course,

is involved?

- Right.

Bye!

- Wars...

Well...

A Swede discovers a new light metal.

A revolution for military industry!

- Rasmus is surely asleep now.

-Yes, jttest ...

- Must be cute...

- Yes, quite cute.

- Quit doting, Eva-Lotta. You'll

surely have children of your own...

- A car!

Quiet!

- Maybe a thief...

- Or murderers.

- Come on!

We can wait

and see who it is.

- They may have been invited

by the professor.

- In the middle of the night?

- This is crazy!

- What are they up to?

- Shhhh...

- What are they taking?

- It's Rasmus!

- They are taking Rasmus!

- What do we do?

- I don't know.

Spring back to Bjrk?

- Blom, what are you doing?

Come here!

- We have to save Rasmus.

- How?

- I must join Rasmus in the car!

- Is it not better if I'm here

when he wakes up?

- Wouldn't it be better if I...

No! Make some noise,

so he goes away from the car.

- I'll do like Hansel and Gretel.

- What?

[Branch cracking]

[Muffled shouts]

- Nicke, come now!

It's OK.

- What do we do now,

Master Detective Blomkvist?

Shall we go to the police?

- We don't have the time.

We'll have to follow them.

- Quite! Let's run after the car...!

- Why did you feel the need to get in?

- Don't worry about me.

Think about what you will say

when the police come.

- Where are we supposed to go?

- I am here, Rasmus.

And your dad.

- Where to, Eva-Lotta?

- We're on a little trip.

Then we'll drive home.

-What is your name?

- Nicke.

- I am Rasmus.

- She said would do

like Hansel and Gretel.

- What did they do,

then?

- I'll just be back.

- What are you looking for?

- They took that road!

- How do you know that?

- Eva-Lotta always has

fresh meatballs in her pocket.

- She did just like in the fairy tale.

- You are incredible.

- Let's go back to business.

- Stop!

They have gone in there!

- Shut up!

- Shut up!

Jump aboard!

- Ouch! Let me go!

I can walk by myself!

- They will have set forth with a boat.

- But where to?

- Is it those,

what do you think?

- They might be on Kalvn.

- How are we going to cross?

[Mumbles]

- Quiet!

- Give us a hand, Mr Blom.

- Nicke, what are you up to?

- There's something I can't understand.

- What is it?

- Why is it that we always run across thieves and bandits?

- Think about what's ahead of us!

- Let's hurry up

and find about Eva-Lotta and Rasmus.

Down!

- I do not think

you are particularly sensible.

- I admit that my approach is a little unusual,

but I have to.

- This is important for me.

- You are crazy.

You have read too many bad detective stories.

- You don't have to worry about that.

- I just want to know

if you accept my proposal.

- The only thing I want to know is

when and how

I can punch you in the jaw.

Laughing

- Why do you throw away one million?

- I am offering one million kronor

for the plans.

- Just give me a little hint

about where they are.

- Try now

to understand this:

- The plans belong to the Swedish state,

no one else.

I will never tell

where they are.

- Nobody needs to know that there

is your invention that leaves the country.

- I will have those plans!

- I'll just have them

- You're supposed to say

"please, give me"...

Quiet, Rasmus.

- A Fine little boy

that you have.

- It must be wonderful

to have such a lovely little boy.

- You dare!

- I just want to make clear

that I mean business.

- If I get what I want, then

you may go home one million richer.

- Otherwise, you have seen your son

for the last time.

- Do you really believe

that I am going to be frightened

by such childish threats?

- We'll indeed see.

- I'll never say where they are!

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