My Life as a Dog Page #3
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- 1985
- 101 min
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Whatever you do, boys,
keep up the tension.
Then when everybody thought
he was dead, he rattled them aIl off.
HeIlo?
You resting? Good.
as much as you can.
How's Sickan?
Do you know if she Iikes it
at the kennel?
HeIlo? Mom?
I haven't got any more coins. Hello?
I should have told her everything,
whiIe she was stilI strong enough.
She has just the right sense of humor.
About Manne's green hair and
the airplanes his grandfather builds.
About Fransson on the roof,
about all the crazy people here.
She would have laughed.
l know she would.
- We'll have seven on this.
- Seven bIisters?
Yes, it's a terribIe shame,
sitting here making bIisters.
Will you come with me after work?
Good. It's important.
I need you.
But what am I supposed to do?
Just come along.
Make sure everything
stays artistic, that's all.
It's to be a sculpture
of the Ur-mother,
in the square.
Of the Mother who gives Iife.
Understand?
The first Mother to give birth,
raising her chiId towards heaven.
She Iifts her baby straight
from the womb...
into the sun.
And it's this contact l want to show.
Kind of Iike the source of Iove.
You understand?
You mean I'm supposed to be
completeIy naked, sort of?
Yes, of course.
I think it can be good.
Lift your right foot a Iittle.
And spread your Iegs a bit more.
- Are you there, Ingemar?
- Yeah.
Raise your right Ieg a bit.
Towards you. That's it.
Listen. I've got a drawing.
I think it's interesting.
Good, then you understand
what it's aIl about.
But l want to compare it.
It'll soon be finished, Ingemar.
It's not Iike her.
That's not Berit.
It's not a portrait.
It's a sculpture, you see.
The lines are the important thing.
The way the lines pIay.
A littIe Iower.
Got it?
- Thanks for your heIp.
- What for? I didn't see anything.
But it was all very artistic.
You're a witness to that.
How could l know that?
How did she Iie?
About like this, I think.
Naked?
CompIeteIy naked?
Didn't she have anything on?
I see.
How were her b*obs?
l don't know.
I didn't Iook that close.
No.
You must have seen something.
Not really.
Yeah, I see.
Well, l'll have to go aIong next time.
He's not to be trusted.
It's nothing. He doesn't bother her.
He only thinks about the line pIay.
Yeah, sure!
Damn phony!
Turn it off!
"And suddenIy he Iifted both hands
and pulled her to him.
At the first kiss,
his Iost heart had found peace
and home at Iast."
That was good, wasn't it?
Not bad.
Ingemar, we'll be late!
Come on.
Why shouId I go in there?
I'm onIy in the way.
What's wrong with that?
There we are.
Too cIose together.
A littIe further apart.
Down a bit.
I want to catch the movement
as you kiss the baby.
No, the baby has to be
on the way down to you. That's it.
Are you all right, Ingemar?
Are you all right?
My God, Ingemar.
I didn't know you were so curious.
Did you see anything?
Yeah. Everything.
lf you keep on Iike that,
you'Il never be confirmed, you know.
If so, it was worth it.
- No!
- The others are changing.
No, l don't want to.
The round's over now, eh?
- Will you heIp me?
- Yeah.
Great. Thanks.
Nobody saw, did they?
No, I don't think so.
Too bad you're leaving.
Too bad for the team.
Come on!
Last round, then.
Come on! Come on!
What are you doing? Box!
Come here.
Ingo's necking with FIoyd Patterson.
"And finally,
a sexy, figure-hugging modeI,
cut deep in the back..."
Mom!
- Hi.
- Hi.
Is Sickan here?
Ingemar.
Then my foot sIipped.
And l sIipped down
through the skyIight.
And l sort of flew down Iike an angeI.
I could have been kiIled,
but I wasn't.
I just got a few scratches on my back.
And Berit came and -
And then I...
You Iistening?
Yes, I'll just rest a bit.
Yeah, well, after I feIl down...
After l feIl down...
CouIdn't we read a bit instead?
Have you got something to read?
- How was she?
- Fine.
She just reads a bit too much.
I think she gets tired from reading.
All aIone with two kids.
Of course she gets tired.
It was nice for your mom
to get rid of you two for a whiIe.
Right?
In fact, l've been kind of lucky.
I mean, compared to others.
You have to compare.
So you can get
a little distance from things.
Like Laika.
She reaIly must have
seen things in perspective.
lt's important
to keep a certain distance.
l think about that guy
who tried to set a world record
for jumping over buses
with a motorcycle.
He lined up 31 buses.
If he'd Ieft it at 30,
maybe he would have survived.
Move it, for God's sake!
What the hell
are you standing there for?
Move it, for God's sake!
Just think, missing
the world record by one bus.
The last one.
He just touched it
with his back wheel.
Go away!
Goddamn kids!
- But she's part of the famiIy, too.
- We can't take care of any dogs.
- But I want to know where she is.
- Come now. In here.
Was it good?
But he seems completeIy nuts.
You have to say "no" sometimes.
Why should you always be the one
to look after him? Tell me that.
Who eIse is there?
- He's got a father, hasn't he?
- He's halfway around the world.
Make him come home, then,
so he can take care of his kid.
But he can't come home today - now!
ShaIl we throw them out on the streets?
I want to buy some grapes.
I forgot to buy grapes.
We don't have time for that now.
Can't we go
to the shop downstairs?
Stop it. They don't have grapes.
Sit down here for a moment.
You can take off your jackets.
Take off your jacket.
What the hell?
Why don't you take it off?
Get yourself together,
for God's sake!
Goddamn crybaby.
Can't you hoId anything in?
Get it together!
Okay. lngemar first.
What a nice jacket you've got.
Is it nyIon?
Is it warm?
It's a good thing
to have reflector bands.
Smart to buy a jacket
with reflectors.
Your mother should rest a bit now.
Mom, what wouId you Iike
for Christmas?
I don't know.
You can have whatever you Iike.
I've got money.
Whatever I Iike.
You can think of something.
You know what I want.
You know.
- I know. I know exactIy.
- Erik!
- Hi.
- Hi.
We can share.
HaIf each. Is that okay?
Have you seen those new toasters
where the bread jumps up by itseIf?
Don't you think
that's what she wants?
Just forget toasters.
I'll buy it myseIf, then.
I'll buy it myseIf, then,
you cheap bastard.
She's going to die.
Don't you understand?
You're lying!
That seems good.
You mean one of these?
No, not that.
- Why not?
- No, I don't Iike it.
Why not?
No, it'll just make her nervous.
But you have to watch that one
all the time. Remember, she's sick.
Look at this one.
If you move this down...
the sIice of bread
turns over by itseIf.
Hi.
Ingemar, l'd Iike to taIk to you.
Alone.
I think about that guy
who cut across the field
in the sports arena.
He got a javelin
right through his chest.
Right through the chest.
He must have been very surprised.
We'll probably play AIgutsboda first.
I'Il keep you at right-forward
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