Risto Räppääjä (2008) - full transcript
Ricky lives with his Aunt Serena and loves to play drums. But when Serena breaks her leg, her strict cousin Fanny moves in to take care her and Ricky.
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Hi, Ricky!
Hi.
Mr. Lindberg! The strings.
-What?
The strings are loose!
Good going!
Cool.
-Awesome.
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with aunt Serena
And bang my drums
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
Aunt Serena feeds me well,
food is my favorite smell
Tuesdays I eat pasta,
Fridays I get pizza
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with Ricky
And make phone calls
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
Mr. Lindberg Iives downstairs,
he is single and my age
He seems a bit lonely,
not bad, not bad at all
Life's not too bad
I get to live with aunt Serena
And bang my drums
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
RICKY RAPPER
Ricky!
Ricky!
What, aunt Serena?
-Look, new neighbors.
Come on!
Funny hair.
It looks like noodles.
Noodle head!
You can get a new friend in her.
Oh no!
Poor Mr. Lindberg!
How could I cheer him up?
''Dear Mr. Lindberg.''
Too ordinary.
Ricky, how should l start
my letter to Mr. Lindberg?
Write:
''Hi, my friend downstairs.''
He's more than a friend to me.
Put:
''Hi, more than a friend''.
Sounds better.
l could write:
''Hi, my friend downstairs
who is much more than a friend.''
Should l say ''neighbor''?
''Hi, neighbor who is
much more than a neighbor.''
''l saw you drag your heavy bag
and l felt sympathy.''
''You are strong and sensitive.''
''Your high forehead
reftects intellect-
and your full lips
are an artistic entity.''
''Dare l suggest we meet?''
''Looking forward to your reply,
your age mate upstairs.''
What do you think, Ricky?
-lt's fine.
Perhaps it's too bold.
You could take
the new neighbors a slice.
Some pie to welcome them
to our building. -You go.
They have a girl your age.
You don't have to say anything.
Butterfly...
A funny last name.
''Your high forehead
reftects intellect.''
''Your full lips
are an artistic entity.''
''Looking forward to
you reply...'' He's nuts!
You are not an artistic entity...
Hot Lips!
Hurry up!
What?
What? Hot Lips?
My letter was in the basket.
Have you seen it?
l took the pie in it.
The letter got into wrong hands!
They think l wrote it to them.
What letter?. -The one l wrote!
It was in here. A love letter!
What did it say? -Sensitive
things. I even suggested a date.
And signed it
''your age mate upstairs.''
Where's my apron?
-We'll be late for the taping.
Mom, there was a strange kid
in the hallway.
There are hot dogs in the fridge.
He brought us rhubarb pie
and a letter. -We'll talk later.
I miss my oId home
I saw a crack willow
from my window
I miss the squirrel
in my oId home
A child should not be moved
to a new home
A child belongs to the oId home
A child is not happy
in a moving van
A child does not want
new friends
OId ones are much nicer
I miss my oId home
Where I looked at the full moon
from behind the curtains
I miss the magpie
in the oId yard
A child must not be
transported to a new home
They read it.
Mr. Lindberg?
-No, the girl.
''You are not an artistic entity.''
-Don't read it out loud!
How nasty! But at least
they don't think l wrote it.
They think l did! Go tell her
you wrote it to Mr. Lindberg.
l can't do that!
It was just a draft.
l can never go out again.
Of course you can.
We'll think of something.
Don't worry,
we'll disguise you.
This is good!
Let's see if anyone recognizes
you. You'll need a new name.
Hi, Serena.And Ricky.
-Not Ricky, but...
Hector Ditch from staircase A.
It's a girl.
Nice to meet you.
Should I ask her for coffee?
l should get going...
Cool jacket.
What?
-Do you play?
Yeah, drums.
-Come to rehearsals some day.
Okay.
Hey Hot Lips!
Hi.
-What's your name?
Hector Ditch, from staircase A.
-lt says ''Rapper'' on the door.
I've gotta go.
Here's Pinja...
-...and Pontus.
And the Butterfly
Cooking Show.
Today we'll make
delicious chicken.
Mom's hair is too high.
She recognized me right away!
-How can that be?
Dad's overdoing it again.
Mix the dressing from oil...
Give me the other one.
Bring me my high-heel shoes,
the red ones.
Aunt Serena!
You should go out.
-l don't want to.
You haven't been out in two days.
Can you at least water the plants?
There's no food.
-Go to the supermarket.
HOT CHILI SAUCE
Smells delicious.
Spicy!
How come this place
is such a mess?
This is hopeless.
We're drowning in filth.
We'll make it.
I'll call Fanny.
Who's Fanny?
-My cousin from Coupon Street.
The first on the left,
with braids.
Is she a good cook?
-Yes, yes.
She was the fastest freezer
in the hospital kitchen.
Talk to me.
- This is your cousin Serena, hi.
I broke my leg and
nobody cooks for the boy.
Is he loud? -Ricky?
No, he's a very quiet boy.
You need practical help.
I'll come over, right away.
It's overflowing!
Excuse me?
-Overflowing!
l can see the trash.
Learn to bag it properly.
Hide the drum.
Open the door! Open up!
Your shirt is loose.
Tuck it in.
Hi, Fanny! Nice to see you.
Where did that awful drumming
come from? -Downstairs.
l know it came from here.
Was it you?
No.
I'll find that drum!
-But...
Ricky loves music.
-Let's put his musicality to test.
Freezing and starving, fighting
in the Balkans...Sing it, Ricky.
Freezing and starving,
freezing and starving
No ear for music.
-Try again, Ricky.
O precious fatherland,
sweet home Finland in the north
There is no country
dearer to me
You can do it! Sing.
Cold and hunger are the plight,
dark is the north em night
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Precious,
precious home country
Nothing is dearer to me,
but hunger eats my tummy
Quick, give me
something yummy
Cold and hunger are the plight,
dark is the north em night
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Nonsense!
Let's go beat the carpets.
Help!
Help!
l hope Noodle head
didn't see this. -Noodle head?
Why are you under the carpet?
-Did she leave?
You're all dusty.
Go wash up.
She saw it.
-Who?
The girl, Noodlehead.
-You could invite her over.
Never! l can't be friends
with a girl.
Depends on the girl.
Wrte to her. -What?
Write a letter
and you will be liked.
You'll get friends and influence.
Boo.
Letters and so on, letters
and so on... -No!
A noisy nuisance.
Go on, write to her.
-No.
Then she'll never know
that you're nice and talented.
And a good drummer.
''Hi. l don't usually
write to girls.''
''Hi, I'm usually
quite ordinary.''
No.
''Hi, I'm usually easy
to talk to.'' No!
''Hi, let me send you a letter.''
''Hi, downstairs neighbor. I'm not
Hector who was under the carpet.''
''I'm not writing a letter
and I'm not Hector.''
''The guy in the sunglasses
was Hector Ditch, not me.''
''Regards, Ricky.
Who is not Hector.''
Ricky, time to take a bath!
Well? -Yeah...
I'll confiscate this noisy thing.
-Aunt Fanny took my drum!
I'll put the drum on the shelf,
for good.
I'll be gone for two hours
every day. Don't make a mess.
We have to obey
or she'll go away.
Noodle head...
Separate the egg yolks.
Beat the egg yolks
and sugar until foamy.
Then beat the egg whites
until the foam thickens.
Whites? First it was yolks.
l forgot my key.
-Ricky is taking a bath.
I'm watching TV Butterflies.
Whites or yolks first?
Beats the whites into
an even, shiny foam.
You can wait in Ricky's room.
-l thought he was Hector.
Strain the flour
to avoid lumps.
Put the cake pan
in the fridge.
''The guy in the sunglasses
was Hector Ditch, not me.''
''Regards, Ricky.
Who is not Hector.''
Ricky Rapper!
She took my drum,
I have nothing left
Oh baby,
I have nothing left
She took my drum,
I have nothing left
Oh baby, baby, baby
I have nothing left
Noodle head, Noodle head
You have a noodle head,
it looks nice when you nod
Oh yeah, when I talk to you
and walk with you
Oh baby
Doo-ba-doo-ba-ba-doo,
I will never leave you
Noodle hey! Noodle hey!
I'm your poodle, oh baby
Doo-ba-doo-ba-ba-doo
I'm your poodle, oh baby
Doo-ba-doo-ba-ba-doo,
you're my poodle
Put it in the oven
for half an hour.
Aunt Serena, aunt Serena!
Aunt Serena!
Not now, I'm watching
TV Butterflies. Where's Ricky?
Tell her to go away.
-Who?
Her.
-He's not wearing any clothes.
Don't you have any clothes on?
Are you naked? -No!
He has frills. -Frills? Shall l
bring you your Moomin shirt?
No! Bring me my Batman shirt.
And pants. And tell her to leave!
Let's leave Ricky to dress.
Why is Ricky Hector at times?
-He couldn't be Ricky.
Why? -Because you thought
he wrote the letter l wrote.
It was accidentally put
in the basket he brought to you.
It was meant for someone else,
but l can't tell you more.
Ricky was afraid you'd laugh at
him, so he dressed up as Hector.
It's Nelly. Can l come in?
-No.
Would you come
to our place sometime?
Would you?
-Tomorrow?
Sure.
Okay.
There's a boy your age here.
Have you met him? -Yes.
His name is Ricky.
-Yeah.
His aunt wrote a love letter,
but it landed in his basket -
and he accidentally
gave it to me.
Really?
Did Serena Rapper write
a love letter?. -Yes.
She proposed a meeting in it.
Who was the letter to?
Goodbye.
Remember to be polite.
Whenever a female gets up,
a man should also get up.
Do you want a spoon?
-Okay.
Want a straw?
-Okay.
Why are you bouncing
up and down? -Am l?
Yes, why?
-Aunt Serena told me to.
To bounce?
-To be polite.
Polite? -l must get up
when a female gets up.
A female? You're funny.
-Okay.
I will never forget you
Even if I cannot have you
You are always in my heart
Forever in my soul
You have a wonderful voice.
l sang in a rockabilly band
when l was younger.
Who sang here? We've met.
-Have you?
A bad bagger.
Is he free during the day?
He's single.
-So he's free during the day.
Rapper, Fanny. We've met.
-Lindberg, L.
L? -Lennart.
You don't belong in small circles.
l can offer you a new life.
A terrible aunt moved in with us.
She wants to take my drum.
Your drum?
-She hunts trash with a pick.
I'm a shy bite offluffy candy,
one in a million truly
I am neat and weII-mannered
and I need a friend
Hi, I'm a sharp-Iooking
guy from the country
Come on!
I am energetic and sporty
and I need a steady companion
I'm exceptionally flaky
Really pink and rosy
I'm exceptionally flaky
But I don't want to fade away
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
Great!
A pretty good band.
-They're okay.
Come.
Why do you live with aunt Serena?
Where are your parents?
My mom is on the Ivory Coast.
-Why?
Studying African drumming styles.
-Where's your dad?
He died when l was a baby. Hit
by a car when going for a haircut.
Aunt Serena says he died just
because he needed a haircut.
Where are your parents?
-Always at work. They're TV cooks.
A nice rock.
Where are you going?
l have a gig.
Aunt Fanny.
It will be a breakthrough.
-Did you hear that? A break.
It's a tough gig, we can't
afford any weak links.
This Lennart Lindberg is perfect.
Male testosterone!
She's talking about Mr. Lindberg.
-See you at the old manor.
A pick! She's planning a robbery!
Let's go away.
-No.
lf she forces Mr. Lindberg
to pick a lock...
Let's go to the manor.
-What?
We can't go there.
-Why not?
It's too far from home.
-Are you afraid of Fanny?
No. -l know! We can spy on her
if l come for a sleep over.
To us?-Yes, l'll come when
mom and dad are working late.
Oh...
Okay.
PRIVATE - NO ENTRY
Let's go. We need testosterone.
-No, l have to arrange my albums.
l don't want to go.
-Yes, you do.
Move it! Out of the way!
It's a women's gang.
What do we need Lennart for?.
We can't do it without Lennart.
-Has he ever done a gig like this?
He'll leam! I'll figure out
how to entrap him.
Mr. Lindberg is in trouble.
Let's go and wam him.
Fanny's gang wants you
on a break-in! -She's a criminal.
She even has a picklock!
-Apicklock!
Lennart!
It's Fanny! Fanny.
Fanny! Fanny!
Cold and hunger are the pIight,
dark is the north em night
Yo, yo, yo
No drumming.
Did you tell aunt Serena
about Fanny yet?
We must do it now.
What's wrong?
Does your leg hurt?
-Alot.
Tell her.
-Not yet.
Aunt Fanny is a criminal.
She has a picklock!
She wants Mr. Lindberg
in her gang.
She's planning a major break-in.
-She's terrible.
We must do something!
-Yes, yes.
Why are you not eating?
-l'm not hungry.
You were always a bad eater.
l would've offered Lennart some
macaroni too, but he vanished.
He's spoken for.
-By whom?
Me! -Me! l reserved him
the minute l saw him.
l reserved him years ago.
-l need him more.
l do. -lt's just a matter of time
before he says yes to my proposal.
Never!
How come she's so upset?
And how come Lennart Lindberg
can't stay put?
Got you! Give me the drum.
The drum stays
on the shelf or I'll take it.
What's wrong?
-Nothing.
You miss your drum.
Yeah.
If Fanny is planning a break-in,
my drum is in criminal hands.
How can we make aunt Serena
believe the break-in plans?
l don't know. l must get the drum
before Fanny breaks it.
We must snatch the drum
at night when Fanny's asleep.
It must be done now.
-Now?
What if Fanny wakes up
and we get caught? -Fine!
I'll do it alone then.
The drum is gone!
Aunt Fanny stole it.
Hide, quick!
An accomplice.
Lennart!
Fanny! -You came!
How can you be here?
-l live here.
Here?
-l've lived here awhile.
Oh no!
Please forgive me.
l was just taking out the trash.
l lost my key.
The trash! You came to me!
l did not!
-Lennart...
He's a mess, comes and goes.
Did Lennart come to see Fanny?
In his pajamas?
Perhaps it was a mistake. He
said he was taking out the trash.
Look, aunt Serena! Mr. Lindberg
is on all fours in the yard.
Perhaps he really lost his key.
Fanny got him confused. -She
just wants him on the break-in.
And hitched.
Good night!
It was a key.
l can't sleep.
-Let's go on spying.
Aunt Fanny will be caught soon.
I'm glad you moved
into this building.
Bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
If you are very fond of ice,
frozen goods are what you like
If you are very fond of ice,
frozen goods are what you like
This is no good.
We need to get Lennart.
By force, if necessary.
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag and freeze them carrots
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag and freeze some parsley,
do not forget the lovage
Here we come, Lennart!
Mr. Lindberg!
Hurry!
-We'll hide you.
Aunt Fanny's gang is coming.
-They'll be here any minute.
There's Lennart!
Open the door!
Hide him. -Hurry!
Follow them!
What's going on?
-Fanny is chasing Mr. Lindberg.
What are you doing?
-l have no choice. Hop in!
A shortcut.
Aunt Serena!
The wheel must be stuck.
You drive, Nelly.
I'll push with Ricky.
Can you drive a pizza taxi?
Fanny!
Lennart!
At last! We've been
waiting for you. And you.
Let's go, the gig is on.
You're a wild bunch.
Go on, get on stage now.
No problem.
No mistakes tonight.
The stage is that way.
l wonder
where aunt Serena is.
l can smell Lennart.
I am neat and weII-mannered
and I need a friend
Hi, I'm a sharp-Iooking
guy from the country
I am energetic and sporty
and I need a steady companion
Spread out!
Fanny is here!
I'm exceptionally fIaky,
really pink and rosy
Play rock!
I'm exceptionally fIaky...
-Play rock'n'roll!
But I don't want to fade away
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me, I cling to you
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
I'll get off here.
Are you available?
Can we meet again?
I'm not really available.
I'm your fluffy candy,
your fluffy candy
You chose, chose, chose me
I cling to you
Oh yeah, baby,
I cling to you
I cling to you, oh yeah
I'll be free
I'll be free
I'll be free...
Are you a criminal?
-What do you mean, a criminal?
You talked about a gig and
said you need Mr. Lindberg.
l needed him for a singing gig.
We're singing at the summer party
of a big freezer manufacturer.
lt will be a breakthrough.
We need masculine energy.
-You've got plenty.
I'll be free
Here's a tough cookie,
absolutely unique
I'm not at aII flaky and
I don't want to fade away
I wrap myself in the rhythm,
life is rock'n'roll
I wrap myself in the rhythm,
life is rock'n'roll
Tough, tough, tough.
-Is this life of mine
Tough, tough, tough.
-Is this life of mine
Tough, tough, tough
Tough, tough, tough
is life playing the drums
Life's not too bad
when I get to play my drums
Tough, to-to-tough
is this life of mine
Oh yeah, tough
I wrap myself in the rhythm,
life is rock'n'roll
I wrap myself in the rhythm,
life is rock'n'roll
And tough, tough, tough
is this life of mine
Tough, tough, tough
is this life of mine
Tough, tough, tough
Ricky. -Yes?
Aunt Fanny didn't take your drum.
No? -No.
l hid it in here.
So Fanny wouldn't take it.
TV Butterflies!
Do l get to be on the show?
Have you heard of the handy
picnic egg holders? Six in a pack.
Excuse me, but is Nelly here?
-Do you know the TV Butterflies?
lt's mom and dad.
-Didn't you know?
Oh, this is too much!
-Calm down, Serena.
It's nice to meet our neighbors.
Pinja Butterfly. -Pontus Butterfly.
Come, all of you. We brought
food from the shoot. -Me too?
It's nice to live in such a quiet
area. -And Nelly found a friend.
l lied.
l didn't hide your drum
because of Fanny. -What?
l was just mad
you kept yakking about it.
Cheers.
Can you forgive me?
It was not nice.
No, I'm sorry.
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with aunt Serena
And bang my drums
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
There's Noodlehead next door,
her reaI name is Nelly
Her head goes up and down
when she sips hermilkshake
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with Ricky
And make phone calls
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
First Ricky was Hector Ditch,
he had boots and a leather jacket
But really Ricky Rapper is
your best friend in this world
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with aunt Serena
And bang my drums
Not bad, not bad, not bad
Not bad at all
THE END!
Subtitles: Jaana Wiik
Hi, Ricky!
Hi.
Mr. Lindberg! The strings.
-What?
The strings are loose!
Good going!
Cool.
-Awesome.
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with aunt Serena
And bang my drums
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
Aunt Serena feeds me well,
food is my favorite smell
Tuesdays I eat pasta,
Fridays I get pizza
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with Ricky
And make phone calls
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
Mr. Lindberg Iives downstairs,
he is single and my age
He seems a bit lonely,
not bad, not bad at all
Life's not too bad
I get to live with aunt Serena
And bang my drums
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
RICKY RAPPER
Ricky!
Ricky!
What, aunt Serena?
-Look, new neighbors.
Come on!
Funny hair.
It looks like noodles.
Noodle head!
You can get a new friend in her.
Oh no!
Poor Mr. Lindberg!
How could I cheer him up?
''Dear Mr. Lindberg.''
Too ordinary.
Ricky, how should l start
my letter to Mr. Lindberg?
Write:
''Hi, my friend downstairs.''
He's more than a friend to me.
Put:
''Hi, more than a friend''.
Sounds better.
l could write:
''Hi, my friend downstairs
who is much more than a friend.''
Should l say ''neighbor''?
''Hi, neighbor who is
much more than a neighbor.''
''l saw you drag your heavy bag
and l felt sympathy.''
''You are strong and sensitive.''
''Your high forehead
reftects intellect-
and your full lips
are an artistic entity.''
''Dare l suggest we meet?''
''Looking forward to your reply,
your age mate upstairs.''
What do you think, Ricky?
-lt's fine.
Perhaps it's too bold.
You could take
the new neighbors a slice.
Some pie to welcome them
to our building. -You go.
They have a girl your age.
You don't have to say anything.
Butterfly...
A funny last name.
''Your high forehead
reftects intellect.''
''Your full lips
are an artistic entity.''
''Looking forward to
you reply...'' He's nuts!
You are not an artistic entity...
Hot Lips!
Hurry up!
What?
What? Hot Lips?
My letter was in the basket.
Have you seen it?
l took the pie in it.
The letter got into wrong hands!
They think l wrote it to them.
What letter?. -The one l wrote!
It was in here. A love letter!
What did it say? -Sensitive
things. I even suggested a date.
And signed it
''your age mate upstairs.''
Where's my apron?
-We'll be late for the taping.
Mom, there was a strange kid
in the hallway.
There are hot dogs in the fridge.
He brought us rhubarb pie
and a letter. -We'll talk later.
I miss my oId home
I saw a crack willow
from my window
I miss the squirrel
in my oId home
A child should not be moved
to a new home
A child belongs to the oId home
A child is not happy
in a moving van
A child does not want
new friends
OId ones are much nicer
I miss my oId home
Where I looked at the full moon
from behind the curtains
I miss the magpie
in the oId yard
A child must not be
transported to a new home
They read it.
Mr. Lindberg?
-No, the girl.
''You are not an artistic entity.''
-Don't read it out loud!
How nasty! But at least
they don't think l wrote it.
They think l did! Go tell her
you wrote it to Mr. Lindberg.
l can't do that!
It was just a draft.
l can never go out again.
Of course you can.
We'll think of something.
Don't worry,
we'll disguise you.
This is good!
Let's see if anyone recognizes
you. You'll need a new name.
Hi, Serena.And Ricky.
-Not Ricky, but...
Hector Ditch from staircase A.
It's a girl.
Nice to meet you.
Should I ask her for coffee?
l should get going...
Cool jacket.
What?
-Do you play?
Yeah, drums.
-Come to rehearsals some day.
Okay.
Hey Hot Lips!
Hi.
-What's your name?
Hector Ditch, from staircase A.
-lt says ''Rapper'' on the door.
I've gotta go.
Here's Pinja...
-...and Pontus.
And the Butterfly
Cooking Show.
Today we'll make
delicious chicken.
Mom's hair is too high.
She recognized me right away!
-How can that be?
Dad's overdoing it again.
Mix the dressing from oil...
Give me the other one.
Bring me my high-heel shoes,
the red ones.
Aunt Serena!
You should go out.
-l don't want to.
You haven't been out in two days.
Can you at least water the plants?
There's no food.
-Go to the supermarket.
HOT CHILI SAUCE
Smells delicious.
Spicy!
How come this place
is such a mess?
This is hopeless.
We're drowning in filth.
We'll make it.
I'll call Fanny.
Who's Fanny?
-My cousin from Coupon Street.
The first on the left,
with braids.
Is she a good cook?
-Yes, yes.
She was the fastest freezer
in the hospital kitchen.
Talk to me.
- This is your cousin Serena, hi.
I broke my leg and
nobody cooks for the boy.
Is he loud? -Ricky?
No, he's a very quiet boy.
You need practical help.
I'll come over, right away.
It's overflowing!
Excuse me?
-Overflowing!
l can see the trash.
Learn to bag it properly.
Hide the drum.
Open the door! Open up!
Your shirt is loose.
Tuck it in.
Hi, Fanny! Nice to see you.
Where did that awful drumming
come from? -Downstairs.
l know it came from here.
Was it you?
No.
I'll find that drum!
-But...
Ricky loves music.
-Let's put his musicality to test.
Freezing and starving, fighting
in the Balkans...Sing it, Ricky.
Freezing and starving,
freezing and starving
No ear for music.
-Try again, Ricky.
O precious fatherland,
sweet home Finland in the north
There is no country
dearer to me
You can do it! Sing.
Cold and hunger are the plight,
dark is the north em night
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Precious,
precious home country
Nothing is dearer to me,
but hunger eats my tummy
Quick, give me
something yummy
Cold and hunger are the plight,
dark is the north em night
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Nonsense!
Let's go beat the carpets.
Help!
Help!
l hope Noodle head
didn't see this. -Noodle head?
Why are you under the carpet?
-Did she leave?
You're all dusty.
Go wash up.
She saw it.
-Who?
The girl, Noodlehead.
-You could invite her over.
Never! l can't be friends
with a girl.
Depends on the girl.
Wrte to her. -What?
Write a letter
and you will be liked.
You'll get friends and influence.
Boo.
Letters and so on, letters
and so on... -No!
A noisy nuisance.
Go on, write to her.
-No.
Then she'll never know
that you're nice and talented.
And a good drummer.
''Hi. l don't usually
write to girls.''
''Hi, I'm usually
quite ordinary.''
No.
''Hi, I'm usually easy
to talk to.'' No!
''Hi, let me send you a letter.''
''Hi, downstairs neighbor. I'm not
Hector who was under the carpet.''
''I'm not writing a letter
and I'm not Hector.''
''The guy in the sunglasses
was Hector Ditch, not me.''
''Regards, Ricky.
Who is not Hector.''
Ricky, time to take a bath!
Well? -Yeah...
I'll confiscate this noisy thing.
-Aunt Fanny took my drum!
I'll put the drum on the shelf,
for good.
I'll be gone for two hours
every day. Don't make a mess.
We have to obey
or she'll go away.
Noodle head...
Separate the egg yolks.
Beat the egg yolks
and sugar until foamy.
Then beat the egg whites
until the foam thickens.
Whites? First it was yolks.
l forgot my key.
-Ricky is taking a bath.
I'm watching TV Butterflies.
Whites or yolks first?
Beats the whites into
an even, shiny foam.
You can wait in Ricky's room.
-l thought he was Hector.
Strain the flour
to avoid lumps.
Put the cake pan
in the fridge.
''The guy in the sunglasses
was Hector Ditch, not me.''
''Regards, Ricky.
Who is not Hector.''
Ricky Rapper!
She took my drum,
I have nothing left
Oh baby,
I have nothing left
She took my drum,
I have nothing left
Oh baby, baby, baby
I have nothing left
Noodle head, Noodle head
You have a noodle head,
it looks nice when you nod
Oh yeah, when I talk to you
and walk with you
Oh baby
Doo-ba-doo-ba-ba-doo,
I will never leave you
Noodle hey! Noodle hey!
I'm your poodle, oh baby
Doo-ba-doo-ba-ba-doo
I'm your poodle, oh baby
Doo-ba-doo-ba-ba-doo,
you're my poodle
Put it in the oven
for half an hour.
Aunt Serena, aunt Serena!
Aunt Serena!
Not now, I'm watching
TV Butterflies. Where's Ricky?
Tell her to go away.
-Who?
Her.
-He's not wearing any clothes.
Don't you have any clothes on?
Are you naked? -No!
He has frills. -Frills? Shall l
bring you your Moomin shirt?
No! Bring me my Batman shirt.
And pants. And tell her to leave!
Let's leave Ricky to dress.
Why is Ricky Hector at times?
-He couldn't be Ricky.
Why? -Because you thought
he wrote the letter l wrote.
It was accidentally put
in the basket he brought to you.
It was meant for someone else,
but l can't tell you more.
Ricky was afraid you'd laugh at
him, so he dressed up as Hector.
It's Nelly. Can l come in?
-No.
Would you come
to our place sometime?
Would you?
-Tomorrow?
Sure.
Okay.
There's a boy your age here.
Have you met him? -Yes.
His name is Ricky.
-Yeah.
His aunt wrote a love letter,
but it landed in his basket -
and he accidentally
gave it to me.
Really?
Did Serena Rapper write
a love letter?. -Yes.
She proposed a meeting in it.
Who was the letter to?
Goodbye.
Remember to be polite.
Whenever a female gets up,
a man should also get up.
Do you want a spoon?
-Okay.
Want a straw?
-Okay.
Why are you bouncing
up and down? -Am l?
Yes, why?
-Aunt Serena told me to.
To bounce?
-To be polite.
Polite? -l must get up
when a female gets up.
A female? You're funny.
-Okay.
I will never forget you
Even if I cannot have you
You are always in my heart
Forever in my soul
You have a wonderful voice.
l sang in a rockabilly band
when l was younger.
Who sang here? We've met.
-Have you?
A bad bagger.
Is he free during the day?
He's single.
-So he's free during the day.
Rapper, Fanny. We've met.
-Lindberg, L.
L? -Lennart.
You don't belong in small circles.
l can offer you a new life.
A terrible aunt moved in with us.
She wants to take my drum.
Your drum?
-She hunts trash with a pick.
I'm a shy bite offluffy candy,
one in a million truly
I am neat and weII-mannered
and I need a friend
Hi, I'm a sharp-Iooking
guy from the country
Come on!
I am energetic and sporty
and I need a steady companion
I'm exceptionally flaky
Really pink and rosy
I'm exceptionally flaky
But I don't want to fade away
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
Great!
A pretty good band.
-They're okay.
Come.
Why do you live with aunt Serena?
Where are your parents?
My mom is on the Ivory Coast.
-Why?
Studying African drumming styles.
-Where's your dad?
He died when l was a baby. Hit
by a car when going for a haircut.
Aunt Serena says he died just
because he needed a haircut.
Where are your parents?
-Always at work. They're TV cooks.
A nice rock.
Where are you going?
l have a gig.
Aunt Fanny.
It will be a breakthrough.
-Did you hear that? A break.
It's a tough gig, we can't
afford any weak links.
This Lennart Lindberg is perfect.
Male testosterone!
She's talking about Mr. Lindberg.
-See you at the old manor.
A pick! She's planning a robbery!
Let's go away.
-No.
lf she forces Mr. Lindberg
to pick a lock...
Let's go to the manor.
-What?
We can't go there.
-Why not?
It's too far from home.
-Are you afraid of Fanny?
No. -l know! We can spy on her
if l come for a sleep over.
To us?-Yes, l'll come when
mom and dad are working late.
Oh...
Okay.
PRIVATE - NO ENTRY
Let's go. We need testosterone.
-No, l have to arrange my albums.
l don't want to go.
-Yes, you do.
Move it! Out of the way!
It's a women's gang.
What do we need Lennart for?.
We can't do it without Lennart.
-Has he ever done a gig like this?
He'll leam! I'll figure out
how to entrap him.
Mr. Lindberg is in trouble.
Let's go and wam him.
Fanny's gang wants you
on a break-in! -She's a criminal.
She even has a picklock!
-Apicklock!
Lennart!
It's Fanny! Fanny.
Fanny! Fanny!
Cold and hunger are the pIight,
dark is the north em night
Yo, yo, yo
No drumming.
Did you tell aunt Serena
about Fanny yet?
We must do it now.
What's wrong?
Does your leg hurt?
-Alot.
Tell her.
-Not yet.
Aunt Fanny is a criminal.
She has a picklock!
She wants Mr. Lindberg
in her gang.
She's planning a major break-in.
-She's terrible.
We must do something!
-Yes, yes.
Why are you not eating?
-l'm not hungry.
You were always a bad eater.
l would've offered Lennart some
macaroni too, but he vanished.
He's spoken for.
-By whom?
Me! -Me! l reserved him
the minute l saw him.
l reserved him years ago.
-l need him more.
l do. -lt's just a matter of time
before he says yes to my proposal.
Never!
How come she's so upset?
And how come Lennart Lindberg
can't stay put?
Got you! Give me the drum.
The drum stays
on the shelf or I'll take it.
What's wrong?
-Nothing.
You miss your drum.
Yeah.
If Fanny is planning a break-in,
my drum is in criminal hands.
How can we make aunt Serena
believe the break-in plans?
l don't know. l must get the drum
before Fanny breaks it.
We must snatch the drum
at night when Fanny's asleep.
It must be done now.
-Now?
What if Fanny wakes up
and we get caught? -Fine!
I'll do it alone then.
The drum is gone!
Aunt Fanny stole it.
Hide, quick!
An accomplice.
Lennart!
Fanny! -You came!
How can you be here?
-l live here.
Here?
-l've lived here awhile.
Oh no!
Please forgive me.
l was just taking out the trash.
l lost my key.
The trash! You came to me!
l did not!
-Lennart...
He's a mess, comes and goes.
Did Lennart come to see Fanny?
In his pajamas?
Perhaps it was a mistake. He
said he was taking out the trash.
Look, aunt Serena! Mr. Lindberg
is on all fours in the yard.
Perhaps he really lost his key.
Fanny got him confused. -She
just wants him on the break-in.
And hitched.
Good night!
It was a key.
l can't sleep.
-Let's go on spying.
Aunt Fanny will be caught soon.
I'm glad you moved
into this building.
Bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
If you are very fond of ice,
frozen goods are what you like
If you are very fond of ice,
frozen goods are what you like
This is no good.
We need to get Lennart.
By force, if necessary.
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag and freeze them carrots
Bag it, bag it, freeze it,
bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag it, bag it, freeze it
Bag and freeze some parsley,
do not forget the lovage
Here we come, Lennart!
Mr. Lindberg!
Hurry!
-We'll hide you.
Aunt Fanny's gang is coming.
-They'll be here any minute.
There's Lennart!
Open the door!
Hide him. -Hurry!
Follow them!
What's going on?
-Fanny is chasing Mr. Lindberg.
What are you doing?
-l have no choice. Hop in!
A shortcut.
Aunt Serena!
The wheel must be stuck.
You drive, Nelly.
I'll push with Ricky.
Can you drive a pizza taxi?
Fanny!
Lennart!
At last! We've been
waiting for you. And you.
Let's go, the gig is on.
You're a wild bunch.
Go on, get on stage now.
No problem.
No mistakes tonight.
The stage is that way.
l wonder
where aunt Serena is.
l can smell Lennart.
I am neat and weII-mannered
and I need a friend
Hi, I'm a sharp-Iooking
guy from the country
I am energetic and sporty
and I need a steady companion
Spread out!
Fanny is here!
I'm exceptionally fIaky,
really pink and rosy
Play rock!
I'm exceptionally fIaky...
-Play rock'n'roll!
But I don't want to fade away
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me, I cling to you
I'm your fluffy candy,
you chose me
I cling to you
I'll get off here.
Are you available?
Can we meet again?
I'm not really available.
I'm your fluffy candy,
your fluffy candy
You chose, chose, chose me
I cling to you
Oh yeah, baby,
I cling to you
I cling to you, oh yeah
I'll be free
I'll be free
I'll be free...
Are you a criminal?
-What do you mean, a criminal?
You talked about a gig and
said you need Mr. Lindberg.
l needed him for a singing gig.
We're singing at the summer party
of a big freezer manufacturer.
lt will be a breakthrough.
We need masculine energy.
-You've got plenty.
I'll be free
Here's a tough cookie,
absolutely unique
I'm not at aII flaky and
I don't want to fade away
I wrap myself in the rhythm,
life is rock'n'roll
I wrap myself in the rhythm,
life is rock'n'roll
Tough, tough, tough.
-Is this life of mine
Tough, tough, tough.
-Is this life of mine
Tough, tough, tough
Tough, tough, tough
is life playing the drums
Life's not too bad
when I get to play my drums
Tough, to-to-tough
is this life of mine
Oh yeah, tough
I wrap myself in the rhythm,
life is rock'n'roll
I wrap myself in the rhythm,
life is rock'n'roll
And tough, tough, tough
is this life of mine
Tough, tough, tough
is this life of mine
Tough, tough, tough
Ricky. -Yes?
Aunt Fanny didn't take your drum.
No? -No.
l hid it in here.
So Fanny wouldn't take it.
TV Butterflies!
Do l get to be on the show?
Have you heard of the handy
picnic egg holders? Six in a pack.
Excuse me, but is Nelly here?
-Do you know the TV Butterflies?
lt's mom and dad.
-Didn't you know?
Oh, this is too much!
-Calm down, Serena.
It's nice to meet our neighbors.
Pinja Butterfly. -Pontus Butterfly.
Come, all of you. We brought
food from the shoot. -Me too?
It's nice to live in such a quiet
area. -And Nelly found a friend.
l lied.
l didn't hide your drum
because of Fanny. -What?
l was just mad
you kept yakking about it.
Cheers.
Can you forgive me?
It was not nice.
No, I'm sorry.
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with aunt Serena
And bang my drums
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
There's Noodlehead next door,
her reaI name is Nelly
Her head goes up and down
when she sips hermilkshake
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with Ricky
And make phone calls
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
First Ricky was Hector Ditch,
he had boots and a leather jacket
But really Ricky Rapper is
your best friend in this world
Life's not too bad,
I get to live with aunt Serena
And bang my drums
Not bad, not bad, not bad
Not bad at all
THE END!
Subtitles: Jaana Wiik