Pelle the Conqueror Page #5

He just wants to sleep with somebody

at night, right, Pelle?

Swedes don't care if women are married or not.

- Watch out for the lecher's son.

- Pelle's dad likes married women.

- The hymn...

- Pelle's dad is a lecher.

The hymn...

The cuckoo in the nest.

Beat him up.

Here's one from boatswain Olsen.

Just you wait, Pelle. We'll get you.

Pelle...

I've been thinking that we ought to...

How about us moving in with Mrs. Olsen?

I've talked to her about it.

You're not supposed to live

with someone who is still married, but...

Sometimes the yearning

for my own place overpowers me.

We would be a kind of boarder at her place.

She could sew you new clothes as you grow bigger.

If I move in with Mrs. Olsen

you will come along, won't you?

It's easy for you. Your whole life is ahead of you.

I'm getting old

and I need someone to take care of me.

You can just move down there. I'll run away.

Are you that priggish and proud?

You carve the posts,

so I have to cover them with cow dung

so the foreman doesn't notice.

I'll carve a picture of you

and Mrs. Olsen in the big gate.

You scoundrel.

Watch it, or I'll get the foreman to come after you.

Pelle!

Can't you stop by Mrs. Olsen's after school?

She promised to patch this for us.

Tell her that I'm coming tonight.

Why don't you marry her like other people do?

We will be married, Pelle.

But it takes time with the authorities

and boatswain Olsen's death certificate and such.

But soon we'll have coffee in bed.

Well, here's the cuckoo in Mrs. Olsen's nest.

Do you want to take me on, Pelle?

- Drive him out to the sea.

- Get out there and jump.

- The cuckoo in Mrs. Olsen's nest!

- Do you want to take me on?

- Drive him out to sea.

- Get out there, Pelle.

- Let's see what you can do.

- Come on, little Pelle.

- Come on, dance!

- What are you going to do now?

- Run off to Sweden, you bastard.

- Get out there. Move!

Get out there, you coward!

But that's boatswain Olsen.

Are you back already?

Now Mrs. Olsen's husband has returned.

Broken... shattered...

First one feather goes... and then another.

In the end you're just a plucked chicken in the dung.

I thought I'd have a happy old age.

I've worked so hard.

I'm poor and wretched.

Good Lord. Good Lord, help me now.

Why the hell should I be mourning?

Would you like to meet my new sweetheart?

Kiss her, Pelle.

Oh, so you're haughty... and grand.

It's no use walking around blubbering like a baby.

Cut it out, Dad.

Look, she's wriggling.

Steady, you devil.

And you're crying, boy.

Did somebody hurt you?

Your father is Lasse Karlsson from Tomelilla.

Don't be afraid, because Lasse is here.

I'll show that devil...

Yes, yes...

Your father can stand on his own two legs.

Now he'll have to answer

for all these years, that devil.

- Let's go up and talk...

- No, Dad, don't start on that!

With the mistress and her fornicator.

Erik.

Spring is coming. Lasse Pa says so.

Then you'll be a free man. Then we'll leave, Erik.

Then we're finished with this godforsaken place.

We'll conquer the world, Erik.

Pelle...

what do people say about us?

I don't know.

Haven't you heard anything?

Do you think I'll go to school

and be the laughingstock?

God forgive me for wasting his gifts,

but it's so tempting when you have a broken heart.

Listen,

if I promise that you'll never again

see your father like yesterday,

can't you try to go to school tomorrow?

We have to manage.

You have to, or we'll get into trouble

with the authorities.

Agreed?

...does not save from year to year.

But when peasants die from hunger,

the little bird will find a seed.

Oh, thank God.

Mr. Friis.

Mr. Friis.

He's asleep.

Mr. Friis, it's 2:00.

Mr. Friis, it's 2:00. We're going home.

So, Pelle. Where is your father?

Is he gadding about?

I'm sure my father will marry him...

as Mrs. Olsen's concubine.

Help!

How dare you hit my son, you damned rascal?

You'll hear from the authorities!

Oh, dear.

That was probably the worst thing

you could do. Beating the priest's son!

I'm sure he deserved it,

but you still shouldn't have done it.

They'll send you away.

He said he could get you married

as Mrs. Olsen's concubine.

Did he? Did he now?

Had he been here, I would've ripped out

his guts, the little swine!

- Did he get what he deserved?

- No, not really.

He squealed like a pig and his father came running.

Damn. Well, it's not good.

You won't beg his pardon, will you?

No, you shouldn't do that.

Yet... No.

Now we have to twist and turn,

as the eel said on the frying pan.

I hope you won 7 be angry, sir.

We have nowhere else to turn,

and we're asking for help.

Did you blow your nose?

How do you do? I hope you won't be angry, sir.

- They're not in.

- We can't stand here all day.

Go on then, if you think you can do it better.

Yes... How do you do?

How do you do?

The thing is...

I hope you won't be angry, sir, but...

That you won't be angry...

We apologize. This doesn't have to do with the farm.

And...

When the son has to suffer

for the sins of the father, then...

Why are you standing? Take a seat.

Why didn't you tell them to sit down?

Do you need money?

No, the thing is...

The thing is...

I hope madam won't be angry, but...

the boy... has to be expelled.

Are you to be expelled? What did you do?

I hit and kicked the priest's son.

Why did you do that?

He said vicious things about Lasse.

What did he say?

He said...

He calls me Mrs. Olsen's concubine.

That's from Scripture, I'd imagine.

I was... Mrs. Olsen's sweetheart.

We all thought she was a widow, and then...

Her husband returned the other day and...

Please.

- And then Pelle got angry?

- Yes, unfortunately.

A poor fledgling is only there to be pecked at.

I prefer the bird that defends the nest,

however poor it may be.

I'll do what I can. Don't you worry about it anymore.

Thank you.

Incidentally, Kongstrup and I have talked about...

Our current trainee finishes this spring.

We thought Pelle might like

to become our agricultural trainee.

Thank you. Say thank you.

Did you notice how I implied

that you'd like to be a trainee?

She thought she came up with it herself.

These belonged to the former trainee.

If we use a bit of paper...

Try them on, Pelle.

I'll get some grease. Then they'll be as good as new.

There we go.

Stand up straight. No, stand up straight, Pelle.

Shoulders up and chin forward.

Lift your chin. And you must have a steely gaze.

You must make people respect you.

It's all about your posture and gaze.

You'll never toil again. You'll give the orders.

You have to work tonight!

The stable needs mucking out.

Pelle, you might even be dining

with the master on Sundays.

You'll have a napkin ring with your name on it.

It will say Pelle Karlsson.

One day you may even become foreman at Stengrden.

I could see it in the mistress's eyes.

Erik!

Wait, Erik! Wait for me!

Erik!

I don't want to.

We have to leave.

Now, Dad.

- Oh, it's Karna.

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