Pelle the Conqueror Page #4

And you shout such loving words

to me when I turn my back.

Why the hell do you think you're getting paid?

Are you stupid? Don't you understand

that you have to work for your wages?

For the last time,

get back to work, you rotten bastard!

Very well. Then I'll have to report you

to the authorities,

and then we'll keep all of your wages.

All of them, Erik.

Very well.

Lasse Pa! Here they come!

Jesus Christ. Now they are doing it.

Take him down into the cellar.

You hear me? Take him down into the cellar!

The rest of you go back to work.

- Come in and get warm.

- I just need shelter from the wind.

And then Ma Bengta died.

Now she's lying in the churchyard in Tomelilla.

And your father is a widower.

I think that's what it's called.

The sea is rough.

My husband has been away for a year now.

I've been a widow the whole time.

He has probably drowned.

No, he hasn't. I haven't seen an omen yet.

How long has her husband been sailing?

A year, I think.

She has been alone for a year.

That's a long time.

Did you tell her that Ma Bengta is dead?

Yes, you told me.

This is all that is left from Ma Bengta.

We have to stake all on this.

Can't you visit Mrs. Olsen tomorrow after school

and give her this...

as she was so nice to you during the storm?

You know what, Pelle?

I saw an omen in my dream last night.

A large black dog with burning eyes

was standing by my bed.

Its fur was dripping wet.

It was the ship dog with a message for me.

I looked through the window.

A ship was lost with all hands.

The sea was in turmoil.

And I saw my husband go to heaven.

He was all transparent.

He was drenched in salt water.

- Who is it?

- Pelle's father. Lasse Karlsson.

So you're Pelle's father?

Your son is very young.

Come on in. Take a seat.

Yes, you could say he was a latecomer.

I still have the knack, for this and that.

Please go ahead.

I should probably leave now.

Eat.

That is the way to know a man.

- You've come a long way.

- You're so nice to the boy.

That's codswallop. Here you go. Eat.

You've been a good wife for your husband.

Yes, I reckon that's true.

He got everything he was entitled to

when he was ashore.

But he was ungrateful. That makes you lose heart.

Ma Bengta would hardly have said that about me.

There's enough to do around here

if a man is willing to help out.

I only have the one cow...

but we could have two, I guess.

I'm just a pauper next to you, but...

We both have neat clothes

and I have two strong hands.

- You're not afraid to lend a hand.

- No, I'm not.

And I'm not afraid of...

a cup of coffee in bed on Sunday mornings either.

I should have a kiss then, shouldn't I?

Yes, I suppose so.

Well...

let's hope for joy and happiness for all three of us.

I do know that you like the boy.

You'd better settle in for the night.

Yes, but I have to be back

before the animals wake up.

And Pelle is on his own.

Pelle... are you lying here?

Come here, Pelle.

Are you lying out here?

It's all settled now. We'll have a home.

And a beautiful mother as well.

Mrs. Olsen. Are you happy?

And we may get coffee in bed on Sunday mornings yet.

Come.

Give us this day our daily bread...

Is that Scripture?

Does it say anything about the man

who was exposed by his sons?

- Noah?

- Yes, old Noah.

- What did he drink?

- Wine.

Wine, was it? He must have been a fine gentleman.

And then there was the one who was so sneaky.

- What was his name?

- Laban.

Yes, how could I forget?

Of course that was his name.

How was it? Could they have two wives back then?

No, no. Don't let me interrupt you.

The major prophets.

They were... Isaiah,

and there was Daniel...

I remember the great prophets, Pelle,

if you'd like to ask me.

- Go on then.

- You have to pay attention.

Don't you think I know the prophets?

- Go on then.

- Let me get my head together.

If you-- They were Isaiah, Dan...

Where did they go?

They were Isaiah, Daniel...

No, I can't make it today, Pelle.

- Isaiah, Daniel...

- Remember that I am old.

Isaiah, Daniel, Jesus...

No, not Jesus, of course.

Damn names. You can't even say them.

Come on, Dad.

Isaiah, Daniel,

Ezekiel...

Jeremiah.

Will the two of you never grow up?

Don't be afraid. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Don't forget the bottles, Svend.

Put them in the carriage.

Aren't you coming, Erik?

We're having a picnic, Erik.

Come on, Erik.

Come on.

Come on, Erik.

Is he not coming?

- He can't stay here on his own.

- He doesn't want to come.

Why don't you fetch the poor devil?

He only listens to you.

Do you want to go on a picnic, Erik?

Come on, Erik. Come on.

How about a picnic?

Isaiah, Daniel, Ezekiel, Jeremiah.

I should have been alive back then.

Imagine having two wives.

One could brew the coffee

and the other could sew and mend.

Cheap mugs and jugs!

Smile and the world smiles with you.

What's going on here?

I'm leaving, Aunt.

But, dear Sine...

The country life doesn't quite agree with me.

I want to be able to be on my own,

so I have decided...

- You could have told me.

- I should have told you earlier.

But, dear child, I don't understand.

I really miss the city and...

But I thought...

We were certain that you enjoyed staying here.

Dear Sine...

I'm sorry, Aunt.

I don't really think I would have...

But it's so sudden. if you had told me,

I could at least understand it.

- I'm sorry, Aunt.

- You could have...

Dear Sine, why can't you look me

in the eye while we are talking?

- What about the journey?

- It's that it will be...

It's all so sudden.

Kongstrup has promised to drive me to the ferry.

Thank God. I was all worried.

If only I could understand.

We will miss you terribly.

I thought you would take over from us

when we became old.

But, Sine darling, don't cry.

Dear child.

You're always welcome here. Anytime you would like.

Kongstrup!

Kongstrup, come out so I can talk to you.

You have to pay me money, Kongstrup.

Miss Sine...

Come here. Let me greet you.

Is she too grand to greet me?

We're just as pure, you and I.

Or will she have her child across the sea,

while I gave birth in the field?

It was the same fornicator, was it not?

Sine...

Tell the fornicator.

I'm afraid of the mistress's evil eyes.

- Come with me.

- Let go!

Kongstrup, help your old sweetheart.

Let me go! Let go!

- Let go!

- Get out. Out!

What are you looking at?

- Why are you late?

- I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

Only death can end sorrow so quickly.

She must have tremendous control of herself.

Get up and get the doctor. Hurry!

- What's happening, Lasse Pa?

- Good Lord. I don't know.

What's going on? What's the matter?

The mistress cut him.

What has happened?

The mistress cut him. He's bleeding. Get some help.

See what it says about Pelle.

Could Mr. Friis tell me what this means?

Pelle is Mrs. Olsen's cuckoo in the nest.

isn't she married to a sailor?

- It's boatswain Olsen's wife.

- But your father doesn't care, right?

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