Vinterviken

You know zero about

my desire, sisters......

- and nothing at all

about my lust.

Oh brothers and sisters...

- tell me, I want to know?

What is love?

WINTER BAY:

Oh, lay off. Damned fool

- Wonder whos the fool here?

- Shut up.

Oh, check out those tits!

Hi. This...

You're short 50 Ore!

Sluggo, you got

some money on you?

Oh, come on.

Seriously speaking...

- Serious, it costs 12 Crowns.

- What the hell, fifty fire?

Damn you!

Last day.

Tomorrow it starts.

Then it's the end of this, Sluggo.

Yea, damned shame...

But at least you'll meet

a lot of cute photo models.

Photo models?

- I'm gonna be an actor!

- You'll probably see them naked.

Maybe you'll get

to show your cock too!

- Forget it.

- Depends on how much you get.

Do you know how much

Schwarzenegger gets a film?

- Yea, a lot.

- 12 million. Twelve.

I'd show my cock for that.

- Nobody wants to see it, Sluggo.

- Check it out!

Smells like p*ssy!

Why do all the nice chicks

live on the other side?

Come over here!

Why are you shouting? You haven't

got a chance with one of those.

Damn, we ought to have a boat

We have a boat!

- Look, look...

- I'm looking...

You see huh?

Damned nice...

Hi...

- ls the water warm?

- So, so...

- Where are you going?

- We're training for Lake Race.

What the hell...

What an idiot

Stupid idiots!

Patricia! Patricia!

Help!

Patricia!

Alright, it's alright darling,

Mama's here...

Little baby.

Dear little darling.

- What happened?

- She just went under.

He saved her.

Come in, boys.

If this country had

more youth like you...

- things wouldn't go to hell.

- Cheers.

- Cheers...

Yummy-yum!

Okay...

I painted like that

when I was three.

It's Miro.

- Do you like him?

- Absolutely.

- What's you're name, anyway?

- John-John.

John-John?

That's funny...

- How are you, then?

- Fine...

- You didn't get scared, did you?

- Not very, a little...

- But you're tough, right?

- Yes.

We ought to give

them something, Frank

Yes, of course.

- Thank you, John.

- John-John

John-John.

And thanks to you.

Wow. Thanks.

Elisabeth. I've had a shock!

- How so?

- I almost drowned!!!

But John-John saved me!

We were incredibly lucky.

If John-John hadn't been so...

But Frank, we supposed to be

at your mother's soon.

Oh, yes, damn.

I'll just drive the boys home.

Where do you live?

- Bye.

'BYE-bye

Nice car.

- Where are you going?

- Home.

See you tomorrow.

- Hi sis!

- Hi!

- Nice!

- Isn't it?

Do you want me to paint

something for you?

Not in pink, anyway.

- Hi!

- Hi buddy.

You're on time for a change?

- What's the grub?

- Meat loaf.

Yum-yum, meatloaf.

You like that don't you.

No.

What. You're ungrateful?

You ungrateful...!

Sh*t head...

What did you call me?

I must have heard wrong.

- What? Huh?

- Rolf.

- A little better.

- Rolf!

Good.

What are you up to?

I'm just teaching him

a few holds!

In case he runs into

some bad guys downtown.

You're a good boy.

And we don't slam any doors!

What are you doing?

Where'd this money come from?

Don't mess with my things.

- Whose is it?

- It's mine.

Where did you get it?

From a man. His kid was

drowning and I saved her.

- You expect me to believe that...

- I haven't stolen it.

It's my money. Ask Sluggo.

Sure. Sluggo! Just the man to ask.

You haven't lifted

a finger all summer...

- not even tried to get a job.

And now you've suddenly got 2000...

Not bad, huh?

- Hi, Sluggo!

- Hi...

- Nice!

- You think so?

Well, I'm out of here

She's really cute, your sis!

Damn...there's a number missing.

- It was 2630 something...

- What're you talking about?

The alarm code for that estate.

Layoff!

They're nice people!

They won't be back

until late tonight.

The guy will know

it was us immediately!

Why would he?

He said we were heroes!

What do you mean, 'we'?

Who's hurt if we

take a little money?

- They've got all they want.

- Come on Sluggo.

It's not a tobacco shop, it's

an estate with people living there.

Are you an old lady, or what?

It was a nine.

Damn you if the alarm goes.

I'm so stupid. It was a seven!

With more youth like you,

everything wouldn't go to hell.

Cheers.

What the...?

Where's the bread?

Maybe he took it with him

Or maybe he hid it!

Sluggo!

She smells nice, huh?

What the hell! Are you stupid

or what? Put it away.

A real f***ing revolver.

Make my day.

Put it away!

Relax. It's not even loaded.

- Let it go!

- It's mine. I found it.

- Put it back.

- Why?

Who are you gonna shoot?

Everybody I don't like.

You're not gonna shoot

anybody. Get it?

- Put it back.

- Okay.

I will.

What the hell!

How come the alarm didn't work?

Wait. Maybe they're still inside.

Stay out here.

Lisbeth, call the police.

- Lisbeth, what's going on?

- Someone broke in.

- Should I call the police?

- I've already done it, thanks.

Damned idiot.

What'd you do?

They had a swimming pool.

- You weren't supposed to steal it!

- Oh, what the hell.

Damn you!

You can probably get 1500 for it...

You've got bullets too?

Straight punches, Lasse,

straight punches.

Remy Martin.

Great! Pour this in the chicks

and they turn over for us.

This one stays here. Okay?

What are you doing here?

This late?

- Warming up.

- Hold it, Sluggo.

Training starts tomorrow.

Be on time.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Where's Mama?

- She's on night shift.

There's food

for you in the fridge.

How you get so dirty?

What've you been doing?

Nothing.

Nothing to do about it.

He was born that way.

Put them in the basket.

I'm doing wash tomorrow

Nice color, that one

This one?

- What is that, medium pink?

- Cerise.

On the other hand,

the first term...

John-John Sundberg

I presume.

We're making a survey

of our expectations...

- for this aesthetic education

in theater sciences.

I could start by asking you...

What do you expect?

Well...l want to work

with action movies.

What did you say?

John-John...

- You want to work with movies...

- Yes. Preferably action.

Action movies... I see...

- Ulla Lundgren?

- I want to be a drama teacher

- But first children's theater.

- Well, that sounds good.

- And then...Staff an Nykvist.

- Yes, that's me.

I want to be a theater director,

and I want to write plays.

- Funny you going here.

- Yea.

I tried to go to Sodra Latin.

But I didn't get in.

- It's supposed to be better.

- Is that right...?

What were you saying?

Somebody broke into your house?

Yes, a burglary last night.

A burglary! Layoff!

- Tough luck.

- They take anything?

- Two paintings.

- Paintings?

- Two Miro.

- Miro...

- Papa's suing the alarm company.

- Were they big...

- No, I mean, were they expensive?

- Almost 3 million...

- Three million.

- What...?

Not big...like this maybe...

Worst thing was they were in

my room. And read my diary.

They read your diary!

God, that's a deadly sin!

Tough sh*t...

Sluggo, softer in the waist...

Break!

Hell! I didn't steal them!

- Who took them, then?

- How do I know. I don't like art.

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