Gentlemen & Gangsters (2016): Season 1, Episode 1 - Kapitel I - full transcript
CHAPTER I
AUTUMN 1978
A still spring rain
is whispering over Horn Streetsgatan.
The Year of the Child,
election year, 1979.
My friends have disappeared. One by one.
Maybe it will be my turn soon.
All I can do is wait and stay alert.
Make time pass by telling my story.
To explain things. Maintain my sanity.
Everyone has enemies,
but I don't know who to count among mine.
My friends never had time to tell me
before they disappeared.
So rather than being a story about evil,
this probably deals more
with goodness and its potential.
It's easy to despair when you've
taken the kind of beating I have.
But they will pay.
I will erect a temple, a monument,
for the Morgan brothers.
Even if the end is uncertain,
there's a beginning.
There's always a beginning,
as long as you make up your mind.
Was it in 1944
at Zeverin's Mechanical Workshop?
Or 1961 at Gazell in the Old Town?
Or was it just now,
on lethally thin ice?
Or maybe last autumn...
in a cellar in Hornstull?
ATHLETICS CLUB
Take a break!
Just standing in the Athletics Club Europa
on an autumn evening
whistling some golden oldie while
knotting his tie was quite enough,
but when he,
upon leaving, also called out:
Bye, girls!
That was really going over the top.
Who the hell was that?
Henry Morgan.
One of the greatest
talents I've ever come across.
But he's taken time out.
One could also start about a year ago,
after a long winter of failures.
I was living with a girl
called Malou.
She read Tolkien and said:
If we ever have a son, you and me,
he's going to be called Bilbo.
I loved her anyway.
But she smoked too much.
What are you smoking, Black leb?
No, Turk.
Anything you could stuff into a pipe.
And she saw caravans of wild animals
on the overpass.
She heard Bob Marley
singing out of an old toaster.
But the worst thing was
was that she licked wine gums
and stuck them all over.
We were broke
and I'd spent my last money
on tickets to see Bob Dylan.
When they went up in smoke,
I'd had enough.
Did you pack my Tolkiens?
They're there. I promise.
I don't want you
to be angry with me.
I'm not angry.
What about this summer?
We were going to H?lsingland.
I was broke and lonely
and it was almost summer.
I was ready to take on
any old job that came up.
You ride the motor mower.
Lots of sun, fresh air,
and loads of ladies at the club.
I'm sure it will be great.
Errol was a friend of mine
from the Danish embassy.
His golf club was celebrating
its tenth anniversary
and needed extra staff.
I was staying in a bungalow
by the fifteenth hole.
It was a new world. Strange people.
I learned to adore the grass
and despise the golfers.
After a few weeks I'd forgotten
all the setbacks of the winter.
I was tanned, fit and thirsty.
10TH ANNIVERSARY FEST
Rox, the barman,
made a Singapore Gin Sling
that took the edge off anything.
With that, any ambitions
I'd had that night disappeared.
- What the hell? Do you play golf?
- Franz?n.
- No. I work here.
- Owner of a publishing house.
Well, you can certainly
find material to write about here.
Watch out. That one, for example:
Wilhelm Sterner and his backfisch.
He's the owner of this joint.
And the whole Griffel Group.
Almost as big as Wallenberg.
He acts unseen.
- Non videri sed esse .
- That's right.
But things are changing.
He's going into politics.
The government's about to fold.
They need new people,
people like him.
- Is he clean?
- What heavyweight ever is?
But he's good
at cleaning up after himself.
- Ever heard of the Hogarth Affair?
- No.
People died like flies.
Listen, I was thinking...
- You need a job, right?
- I need money.
That's right, never work for free.
An idea: Next year.
A different jubilee. A centenary.
- In honor of what?
- Strindberg's "The Red Room".
Bloody good book.
Only someone should write
a new version.
Here and now.
Capture this... This new...
Which is...?
How the hell would I know? Find out.
I'll give you a ten grand advance.
Ten thousand?
I want it by Christmas.
Think it over.
I'll give you five minutes.
Hey! Kalle!
And so he arrived,
the great Bob Dylan...
Ten grand, just like that?
Yeah, but then you're on the hook.
You are, either way.
Well, yes.
- Weren't you going to see him?
- I don't have a ticket.
How is that a problem?
You're rich.
So in the end, I went.
It was like a big carnival.
You saw people
you hadn't seen for years.
Hippies.
Rebels.
People like Malou who'd hidden
themselves away in the forest.
People who should have perished
a long time ago.
I sensed that something was wrong
as soon as I walked in.
Burglars leave a vibe,
a sort of thieving adrenaline
that hangs around.
Apparently, they had taken their time
and even left a message.
"We've left you your working tools."
"Hope Dyllan was good..."
"Dyllan", with two "l"s.
That's it.
You look like my brother. Leo Morgan.
The poet?
Yeah. He can't box either.
You want a part in a film?
As long as I get paid.
It's legit. And you'd be perfect.
What kind of film is it?
- Want to grab a beer?
- Sure.
Okay. I'm Henry Morgan.
Klas ?stergren. Pleased to meet you.
Don't be too sure about that.
- They stole everything?
- Except for my typewriter.
They won't shift it
until you get your insurance dough.
I know that business.
The stuff has to cool down first.
Did you have a word with the girl
with the wine gums?
I don't even know
if she's still in town.
Dyllan with two "l"s.
With all due respect,
in his case it doesn't help
spelling his name right,
it's just not my kind of music.
I play the piano myself.
Which means this whole
boxing thing is so bloody wrong.
You shouldn't even
shake people's hands, really.
Take Glenn Gould.
A grand piano was being delivered.
A gift from the factory.
One of the guys who was
helping move the heavy thing said:
"Hello Mr. Gould,
nice to meet you..."
And shook his hand.
Know what Gould did?
He sued the piano factory
for assault.
We'll sort the money out later.
Oh, okay.
- How much?
- Forty-seven crowns.
A golf club, you said.
You were working at a golf club.
Wrena. North of town.
I'll be damned.
What? What's the problem?
It's just that sometimes you wonder
if the world's just incredibly small,
or if there's
just a lot of evil about...
How do you mean?
Do you know the owner of that club?
Wilhelm Sterner.
I saw him, at a distance.
At the club's
tenth anniversary party.
He came quite late.
Wilhelm Sterner and his backfisch.
He had a woman with him...
A backfisch.
The party...
was getting out of hand.
Dark-haired? Attractive?
Very.
And younger.
Maybe the world is just very small.
And it's all simply a coincidence.
W.S.?
What about it?
W.S. as in Wilhelm Sterner?
Is it his?
- Did you nick it?
- It was a gift.
From him?
Oh, from her.
Her name is Maud.
Listen... I should go home.
It's only Thursday.
So what. Let's discuss
your part in that film.
I live on Horn Street.
I'll get us something to drink.
Being trustworthy has its advantages.
We have to be quiet.
People are sleeping.
Have a seat.
Cheers. To cinematic arts!
Who's directing?
No one you would have heard of.
Hasn't done much yet.
Spinks? Spinks?
Right... Spinks! Here, kitty...
This is the Black Cat from Nowhere.
He turned up on the same night
as Spinks beat Ali.
Did you see the match?
Yeah, unfortunately.
Can you sing?
Did you write this?
I've been working on it
for fifteen years.
"Europe, Crumbling Fragments".
It will open
at the S?dra Theatre in May.
I've rented the whole place.
It starts like this...
Only right now,
this is what's in style...
- Know it?
- Won't we wake somebody?
Well, actually I'm all alone here.
One of those nights
that starts in one part of town
and finishes in another.
Henry made me think I could sing.
That takes some doing.
We could be a vaudeville act!
This is the drawing room.
That's Shackleton.
The Jazz Baron.
My old man, Gus Morgan.
The guy on the right.
Truth and Falsehood,
always at home.
The question is, who can you trust?
No idea.
That's my brother's room.
This is the guest room.
You can sleep here if you like.
I'll sleep anywhere.
Good.
You should know one thing.
This bed once belonged to Goering.
Here, a "pick-me-up".
Don't ask. Just knock it back.
I've been thinking...
This flat is too big for me.
I could easily rent out two rooms.
The guest room and the library.
If you like. You have that
"The Red Room" project and all...
You need a decent office.
This place hasn't changed much
since my grandfather's day.
You can do what you like.
Your own world...
if you can't cope with the outside.
What about your brother?
Don't worry.
Leo's in New York.
Night is always here for the taking.
All you need to do is pretend.
We'll discuss the rent
some other time.
You do a lot of hanging around
in this business
then flicker in the background
like a ghost.
Hi! Good to see you!
Darling...
Hello.
Meet Klas, my latest discovery.
He's a natural.
- He can stand in for Leo.
- Hello.
What a resemblance!
- Where's Leo? Is he...
- Leo's in New York.
Oh...
We need to do your hair.
It's supposed to be the early '60s.
Is that okay?
- Let's go!
- Bye!
- Not a haircut, right?
- Just a tidy-up, at the back.
Nice!
Quiet on the set.
Rolling...
Are you still on, Karin?
"Not Like Us", take one.
And action.
Cut! Thank you.
Henry, you're amazing.
The script is great, Lena.
Klas, you did a fine job.
Let's go pick up our pay.
That film scene
would be significant later on.
Not as an exercise in humility,
more like a display of omnipotence.
But that was far off in time.
Should have asked
to keep the clothes.
That's punk.
- This?
- Yeah, you're up-to-date now.
An extra...
You're there, just invisible.
An exercise in humility.
Oh, Karin.
The make-up girl, you know?
Leo... He's been buzzing around
that honeypot.
Disgraced himself.
I had such a strange feeling...
I'm in the mood for Maud.
Henry had been in this neighborhood
since he was a kid.
He knew everyone.
The shops
had everything but customers.
And every day
there was lunch at Costa's.
Hi. We'll start with two beers.
Chelsea vs Tottenham?
What's your feeling?
They had a table for regulars.
Could you cover me?
Well, she gets it
right in the head...
The Cigar Merchant
sat there with his assistant, Dolly.
There was Greger, Birger
and the Queen of Hot Goods.
They sold second-hand furniture.
The Flask collected bottles.
The Philatelist.
And Wolf-Larsson,
who spent his days walking his dog.
Chelsea - Tottenham,
what do you say?
It comes from America,
started with hub caps.
- A bakery, you say?
- Yes, by name of "Frisbie".
They had some kids
working there over the summer.
They played around with pie plates
one lunchtime. That's how it started.
Stuffed cabbage rolls...
Moussaka? Well, it's like lasagna,
only with eggplant.
No, I'll go for the cabbage rolls.
There were lots of advances
and much to be "sorted out later".
It was his style, I guess.
Listen...
I have to go away
for a couple of days.
Come here, two things...
This must never go out.
The fuel is here.
Then there's these...
Just help yourself.
One booklet a week.
No booze. No questions.
Where are you off to?
Let's discuss that later on.
Suddenly,
I was alone in that huge flat.
Undisturbed.
Without any company to blame.
Henry Morgan's flat, Klas speaking.
Have you moved?
You never contact me...
You're not trying to avoid me,
are you?
Darn!
No, not at all.
I'd be very disappointed
if that was the case.
No, I'm going full steam ahead.
Darn!
Can I have a peek?
When one has nothing to say
there are only two ways to go:
Be quiet or lie.
- Sure, whenever you like.
- Good.
Why don't you pop in one day?
We can have lunch,
talk things over.
CHESS
- Morgan, Henry?
- He's not in.
You're his brother, right?
No, just staying here.
What's this?
Shirts. Cash on delivery.
112 crowns.
Any dirty laundry?
OPEN
A pack of Camels without filters.
Why not a carton while you're at it?
As a guest of Henry Morgan's,
you are entitled to credit.
He's a proper gentleman.
So many people are coming here now,
due to all these shopping centers.
Strange people. We had a few
drug addicts in here, waving a knife.
She hid behind the counter
and I was wondering
how I'd manage those fellows.
Then The Flask showed up
and ejected them.
It was worse 10-15 years ago,
you could buy anything you liked
on Mariatorget.
It's not like that anymore.
Anything else I can tempt you with?
"The Red Room"...
A panorama of Stockholm.
Impoverished Bohemians
and the mendacious bourgeoisie.
Nice idea.
Only I couldn't find an inroad.
You never know, you might get lucky.
You can't...
A large beer.
The Flask! You've found a lot!
Though maybe I was
looking in the wrong places.
I had everything I needed,
right under my nose.
Each of them was worth a chapter.
That might have happened except...
I'd convinced myself that Malou
was in my past, she was gone.
But there she was, walking along
with an unusually purposeful stride.
When I saw her enter that squat,
it struck me that it was
the way into The Red Room.
Stockholm was disappearing.
Cheap homes were sanitized
and made expensive.
Skips outside every door, full of
smashed woodwork and tiled stoves.
Morning, Klas!
How are you?
- Fine. You?
- Just dandy!
- Are you working?
- Yes, I am...
- Where have you been?
- Long story. Listen...
Lobster for dinner tonight.
I'll leave you to it.
It's a common misconception,
serving lobster cold,
only on special occasions.
It should be piping hot
on an ordinary Wednesday,
with a big dollop of butter
and salt and ice cold white wine.
With someone you know well, so you
don't have to talk so bloody much.
We should go out dancing tonight.
We should have invited some ladies.
I haven't got one lined up.
Me too.
Living can be
remarkably boring at times.
I was down in the cellar.
To check if there was any firewood.
It's getting cold.
Without wood we'll have
a living nightmare here this winter.
You have to dig around in skips
and drag home what you can.
We can saw it up in the courtyard.
You open your brother's letters?
I know what this is.
He plays chess, by correspondence,
with this man in Bor?s
who doesn't know Leo's not here,
so I have to respond.
I'm lousy at chess.
So am I.
I suspected as much.
No bloody idea what's gone before...
No.
It's hopeless.
Nothing is hopeless.
Right, but I have a book to write.
We don't have a choice.
This is our goddamn duty.
We have a duty
to keep up certain appearances.
Try this. Move this and then this.
Thank you.
For a while, it looked like
we were fulfilling our obligations.
A new version of "The Red Room"
was taking shape.
The thought of Malou sitting there
on my stolen sofa was oddly inspiring.
Some citizens were resisting,
even though it was futile.
Hey. I think the cops
are going to storm the place soon.
- You coming?
- No, I have to be careful.
I've rented a whole bloody theatre.
Listen, you do the practical stuff.
I'll stay with theory.
Sure...
Yes, the struggle's beginning now.
A squatter said the house meetings
would be replaced
by city meetings.
National meetings.
There are world-wide demonstrations
to save these buildings...
They were broke
and wanted somewhere to live.
But when the police rolled up,
they had no chance.
I'll never forget that cry.
A sudden loneliness
in the middle of a battlefield.
Thank you so much.
You beat
the Devil and all Hell out of me.
You're welcome.
You still like her.
Or you would have gone to the cops.
You would have put her
and her mates away long ago.
Dyllan with two ?l s.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
I know exactly what it's like.
What do you mean?
We're the same, you and me.
I've had 17 years of that.
I've wasted my chances to break free.
But I can't. Guess that's destiny.
We ended up in front of
Truth and Falsehood.
Henry started talking about his life.
And his unhappy love affair
which had been going on for 17 years.
Our school band
sometimes played at Gazell
before the real acts went on
later in the evening.
The evening's main attraction
was the Bear Quartet.
They were pretty hardcore.
Hey, you! Come on, dammit.
Wake up!
He's been boozing for four days.
Henry, can you sit in?
Of course I did.
It was a great opportunity.
This is a bit improvised.
We're opening
with a song called "The Baron".
Dedicated to the Jazz Baron.
This was complex.
These guys were artists.
Great set, Bill. Great set.
Do you know Henry Morgan?
He saved us tonight.
This is Eva. And Maud.
Don't you look funny
in that bow tie.
Don't worry,
Bill doesn't look much better.
We can't stick around here!
Crap, my stomach hurts.
It's the cold, that's all.
Paris is so much better.
A lot more bars to choose from.
Let's go to my place. I live nearby.
Man, I miss your dad.
Gus Morgan.
I'm not saying this to be nice,
but you could be just as good.
If you take care of yourself.
He sure didn't.
Maud, did you ever see him?
Gus Morgan?
The Jazz Baron.
No, unfortunately not.
I think you were amazing.
- Here.
- Is it hashish?
Yes, it is.
Rendezvous tomorrow 12:00
CHAPTER II
THE DESERTER
Maud came from another world.
She taught me what "discretion" meant.
I'd never even heard the word before.
- So you found my note?
- Yes, of course I did.
- Here.
- Keep it.
It's just silver.
I see. Thank you.
Show me your hands.
They say you're a boxer,
so I was wondering if it shows.
Bill told me. He called this morning.
Did you tell him
about our lunch date?
No.
What are you having?
My treat. Have whatever you like.
Anything will do.
One Coquilles Saint-Jacques
and one Escargots de Bourgogne.
White wine, please.
Bill thinks you should stop boxing.
Well, so does my mum.
He believes in you.
It would be a shame
if you ran into a real brute.
Sure, you can take a beating,
but that can happen anywhere.
Unfortunately.
I bought this on the way.
Didn't we listen to that last night?
No, this is newer.
Cole Porter?
Aren't you just dying
to hear it right now?
Yes.
I live nearby.
We have time if we hurry.
Okay.
Thank you.
- How do you do?
- Hello.
Leave it,
it's always carrying on like that.
You don't have to remove your shoes.
Go put a record on.
Are you just going to stand there?
We don't have all day.
Christ! You've got to leave.
Right this minute?
Don't ask so many questions.
I haven't got time to explain.
Oh, blast.
Here. Take one.
- Are you married?
- No, I'm not married.
And I don't plan on getting married
any time soon either.
"W.S." again.
That's right. Now move it.
This tie...
I'll give you a new one, if you like.
Ties, too?
- He changes his daily.
- At the very least.
- I don't like being thrown out.
- You're not, but you have to go.
Come back Sunday.
Wake me up
and we'll have breakfast.
Plaid with stripes.
- What's wrong? Are you ill?
- No.
Just something going around.
So, if an atomic bomb goes off,
this is what you do.
No, that can't
provide enough protection.
Maybe
if the bomb is dropped far away.
- There's food on the stove.
- Thanks.
Where did this shirt come from?
I bought it.
What's this, "W.S."?
"Water safe".
It's water resistant.
It's cotton.
- Any cats in the wash today?
- No.
I didn't know
what the letters stood for.
And I was so in love I couldn't
think of anything better to say.
I was just waiting
for Sunday to roll around.
Then it did.
And so did war.
I got caught in an exercise.
The whole city was being evacuated
underground into bomb shelters
or outside into deep country.
I never managed to get off in time
and got there three hours late.
Welcome.
This feels like the real thing.
- What?
- Real war.
Coming along?
To grab a bite to eat.
I don't think so.
I've got training tomorrow.
Take care of yourself, mate.
I will. I'll quit boxing.
But there are worse things
than boxing.
Love.
It can give you more
of a beating than you can stand.
What did Bill say?
"Watch out, they're dangerous."
Is that what you believe?
Should I?
Not if you want me.
I do.
Prove it.
With you, it's like making love
to all women at the same time.
Isn't your mom worried about you?
She's used to it.
Dad could come home on the wrong day
with a different overcoat and hat.
- Where is he buried?
- Woodland Hills.
Ever go there?
- Mom and I go, my brother never does.
- Why not?
I don't know. We're very different.
He's older than his years, writes poetry.
He's got a friend who's just the same.
They collect stamps, play chess,
and do these foul experiments.
They ran a cat in the washing machine!
He doesn't have a dad either.
But his disappeared during the war.
My dad died in a car crash.
Outside Djakarta.
We were living there,
he worked for the Foreign Ministry.
It's probably easier
to accept death by disease,
as opposed to an accident.
But Mum felt guilty, regardless.
Some kind of psychosis.
Bill Evans
isn't feeling so well either.
He'll be back.
You can hear it in his touch.
My dad was more "wham bam".
And he did wade in
right at the deep end.
This guy will take his time.
But sooner or later,
all pianists go crazy.
You have to leave now.
- Do you have cigarettes?
- No.
- I'll call you.
- Don't ruin this.
- He has to find out.
- Right, but not from you.
- You can't split your time forever.
- Who says?
When will I see you again?
I'll call you.
You know a boxer's name and his age.
What his reach is.
How much he weighs
and where he comes from.
What I'm saying is:
you know how frightened to be.
This adversary was different.
He's a close friend of the family.
He basically took care of everything
after the accident.
I've always been taken with him,
he's always been there for me.
Never made any demands.
Always giving.
I don't know what he'll do
if he feels threatened.
Nothing like this
has ever happened before.
- How are things going?
- Not so good.
Put this on.
Guys always work better in overalls.
I don't think it'll help.
Go on, do it.
Coveralls with a button fly
have a balancing effect.
Try it and see.
Okay.
There's a lot of rubble.
Stop moaning.
He's all right.
Klas is a writer.
He can do with some training.
This is known as the banquet hall.
- Ever heard of Bellman's passages?
- A long time ago.
- But it's only a legend.
- Oh? Put your head torch on.
My granddad started this.
I took over 10 years ago.
We've excavated all this.
Are you claustrophobic?
No, I don't think so.
Part of it collapsed last year.
I reinforced it a bit. Come on.
These are old.
at least two hundred years.
Listen.
The underground.
King Adolf Fredrik had this made,
an escape route
in case of war or siege.
And just in case, they kept
a treasure vault down here.
Emergency funds
in gold.
Which were never ever used.
Only a small number of people
who'd sworn an oath knew about it,
so it was soon forgotten.
That's what we're looking for.
And now you're one of us.
One of what?
Those who've sworn an oath.
You can't possibly
expect me to believe that.
Oh, yes.
So who are the others?
Those three down there.
The Flask and Wolf-Larsson.
Me and you.
My brother wouldn't do it.
Because he's lazy
or because he has his doubts?
Of course you may have
your doubts.
But it's easier to dig
if you believe.
My grandfather
had this club, just old fogies.
They called themselves WWW:
well-travelled, well-read,
well-educated.
A historian.
He was a good researcher,
but very bad poker player.
One evening,
Grandfather won this in a game.
The passage branches off
to the west and to the east.
We're moving eastward at first,
to get closer to the church.
I was asked to take over.
That's when I came out of my exile.
- Exile?
- On the continent.
Why?
Due to circumstances. Trouble.
I couldn't stay here.
My teacher submitted my poems.
To a publisher.
- What do they think?
- We'll see.
Henry.
I should have put the parts,
so you could see
how to put them back.
Henry, could you get that?
Hi. Now?
- He's fucking, isn't he?
- Get off!
He's reached that age.
Verner, time to go home.
Now.
I'm going out.
What about dinner?
I'll have mine later.
Henry.
I'm pregnant.
I'll get a postponement
of my military service.
You're so wonderful.
I thought you'd ask
who the father is.
But it makes no difference,
I have an appointment with a doctor.
I'm glad
I won't have to go to Poland.
I'll do anything.
I'll marry you.
I want to get married.
Listen, we've already decided.
Henry.
You're too young.
The decision is mine, after all.
Hey.
Henry. For Christ's sake, cool it!
Henry!
What?!
Of course the boy is.
- They have to be ready.
- Give him a chance.
All right.
What's all this?
Gone and become a gentleman?
Are you afraid
that I'll hang up my boxing gloves?
Should I be?
No more than usual.
Even the tie was his.
Those initials became a secret code.
A curse.
It's easy to tail an unsuspecting person.
It gives you a feeling of power, control.
It's a deceptive state of mind.
You can easily get too cocky.
You start taking unnecessary risks.
You cross a line and
suddenly you are much too close.
It was at the beginning of his career.
He was building up his company.
Discreetly. Silently.
He worked hard and his visits to Maud
were brief and regular.
His own Ronson.
I couldn't resist it.
Right.
Apparently now you have
to learn how to do the twist.
It's like this, right?
You swivel your hips.
I wouldn't know.
I'm not much of a dancer.
I thought all young people danced.
Not quite everyone.
Can I buy you a beer?
Yes, please, I'm quite poor.
I'm not.
- Put a beer on my tab.
- A Guinness?
Hello, I'm Wilhelm.
Hello, I'm. Peter.
New in town, are you?
Not at all.
I'm from southern Stockholm.
You get to know most people
who come here. The regulars.
Thank you.
Well. I usually go to other places.
What places would that be?
You wouldn't be familiar with them.
Why would you say that?
You don't know who I am.
A person can be curious, right?
Yes.
About new places.
Like Gyllene Cirkeln.
Ever been there?
That wouldn't be your scene,
not if you want to do the twist.
No, maybe so.
Amazing how time goes by.
I have to get going.
- Thanks for the chat.
- Thanks for the beer.
Good night.
I see we have things to discuss.
Don't we, Henry?
So I suggest we meet
tomorrow night, at Maud's place.
It started peacefully enough.
The guy's a pro, used to negotiating.
Lying to your face.
Would you like to take off your coat?
I could feel it.
I grew angrier by the minute.
Maud is facing difficulties.
In the end, I lost my temper.
I was a bloody idiot.
But he had it coming!
He put up a fight.
I swung at him and down he went!
And then I jumped up
and finished him off.
It often took longer and sometimes
it chose a complicated route
but sometimes,
it came out straight away.
The truth.
At least that's what I wanted to do,
beat him up good.
Would you like to take off your coat?
I knew what he was.
But I didn't know what I was.
Or why things went so wrong.
Have a seat.
Things simply cannot carry on
like this.
Maud finds herself in a predicament,
as we say in this part of town.
And we've taken a position on that.
Especially Maud.
Right?
I don't need to speak on your behalf.
You do it very well yourself.
I just want you to understand
and respect Maud's decision.
Our decision.
I know that Maud is very fond of you.
I can understand her.
Maud and I have known
each other for ten years.
It may sound odd,
but I waited for her.
I'd be loath to lose...
that investment.
That can't happen in my world.
It's what I value
above all other things.
So to demonstrate
how much Maud means to me
and that money has no
importance in this context,
I will provide you with funds
to do something you like.
Like travel.
You will finish secondary school
and you will do
your military service.
I'm not buying you.
It's for Maud's sake.
For what she has to go through.
She needs peace and quiet.
Give it to her.
And take this.
Sweden's neutrality requires
a strong military defense.
We lack nuclear weapons
and do not take part
in the arms race.
We do have national service,
an arms industry
for warfare on land,
at sea and in the air.
You, Sweden's soldiers,
are the guarantors
of our peace and safety
and of democracy in this country.
The officers were satisfied,
as long as we stayed in the barracks.
There was a booze strike that spring,
so they thought we were dry, too.
But the archipelago
was swimming in booze.
Henry. Henry, you have a visitor.
Sorry?
Some chick. By the gate.
One minute?
Whose car is that?
Mine.
Well, you can't park here.
I smell liquor on your breath.
I've tried to get over this
and forget you, but I can't.
Was it my kid? Well?
Was it?
No, stop. Don't.
What are you doing?
Why are you acting like this?
It's part of my training.
You learn to kill all kinds of things.
Bill says hi.
He wants you to keep in touch.
Please don't do this, Henry.
What do you want me to say?
That it was a mistake?
That I regret it? Is that it?
No. If I did, I'd tell you.
Okay.
When you're on leave,
would you like to see me?
Yes.
Can you look me in the eye
and say it?
Yes, I want to see you.
Get in touch next time. Promise?
Yes.
I can't do it on my own.
Please, help me.
I've got to go back.
Sorry. Go on.
Get in touch next time.
Ring me any time, do you hear?
Do you never miss me?
No, I don't "miss" you.
It's bigger than that.
I couldn't take any more.
Shit, that's something.
You only had three months to go.
Every minute there was hell!
You'll have the police on your heels.
- And what will grandfather say?
- He's a pacifist!
I'm going down to Copenhagen,
see if I can snag a few gigs.
Talk to Bill, he knows the ropes.
He cares about you.
Here's something to read on the way.
Jesus, it looks terrific!
Aren't you proud?
Tell him!
- What?
- Well.
He might be
making an appearance on TV.
The son of a bitch died.
We've got a gig lined up.
Big time.
Might lead to an international break.
But we don't have a pianist.
I see.
Fucking loser!
More wine!
Maud was upset.
She'd built up her hopes.
Where is she tonight?
She was going somewhere else.
I can really understand
that you were pissed off.
"Non videre sed esse".
What?
You're aces.
So you're a free man?
Bloody deserter.
Didn't I tell you to beware
of people with money?
People with weapons.
I have nothing more to do with them.
Yes, I'm free.
Humans are sentenced to freedom.
Anything else is just cowardice.
Look around.
Cowardly bastards everywhere.
Don't be like them.
Promise me that, Henry.
I promise.
There.
Punch right through it!
One more.
What are your plans?
I'm going abroad.
Until things settle down.
Where?
Bill mentioned some gigs in Copenhagen.
Do you have enough money?
Yes, indeed.
My "Judas money".
This wasn't exactly what I was hoping for.
Having you here as a fugitive.
Keep in touch.
Do you want me to?
Of course I do.
It was my intention never to go back.
Never ever.
AUTUMN 1978
A still spring rain
is whispering over Horn Streetsgatan.
The Year of the Child,
election year, 1979.
My friends have disappeared. One by one.
Maybe it will be my turn soon.
All I can do is wait and stay alert.
Make time pass by telling my story.
To explain things. Maintain my sanity.
Everyone has enemies,
but I don't know who to count among mine.
My friends never had time to tell me
before they disappeared.
So rather than being a story about evil,
this probably deals more
with goodness and its potential.
It's easy to despair when you've
taken the kind of beating I have.
But they will pay.
I will erect a temple, a monument,
for the Morgan brothers.
Even if the end is uncertain,
there's a beginning.
There's always a beginning,
as long as you make up your mind.
Was it in 1944
at Zeverin's Mechanical Workshop?
Or 1961 at Gazell in the Old Town?
Or was it just now,
on lethally thin ice?
Or maybe last autumn...
in a cellar in Hornstull?
ATHLETICS CLUB
Take a break!
Just standing in the Athletics Club Europa
on an autumn evening
whistling some golden oldie while
knotting his tie was quite enough,
but when he,
upon leaving, also called out:
Bye, girls!
That was really going over the top.
Who the hell was that?
Henry Morgan.
One of the greatest
talents I've ever come across.
But he's taken time out.
One could also start about a year ago,
after a long winter of failures.
I was living with a girl
called Malou.
She read Tolkien and said:
If we ever have a son, you and me,
he's going to be called Bilbo.
I loved her anyway.
But she smoked too much.
What are you smoking, Black leb?
No, Turk.
Anything you could stuff into a pipe.
And she saw caravans of wild animals
on the overpass.
She heard Bob Marley
singing out of an old toaster.
But the worst thing was
was that she licked wine gums
and stuck them all over.
We were broke
and I'd spent my last money
on tickets to see Bob Dylan.
When they went up in smoke,
I'd had enough.
Did you pack my Tolkiens?
They're there. I promise.
I don't want you
to be angry with me.
I'm not angry.
What about this summer?
We were going to H?lsingland.
I was broke and lonely
and it was almost summer.
I was ready to take on
any old job that came up.
You ride the motor mower.
Lots of sun, fresh air,
and loads of ladies at the club.
I'm sure it will be great.
Errol was a friend of mine
from the Danish embassy.
His golf club was celebrating
its tenth anniversary
and needed extra staff.
I was staying in a bungalow
by the fifteenth hole.
It was a new world. Strange people.
I learned to adore the grass
and despise the golfers.
After a few weeks I'd forgotten
all the setbacks of the winter.
I was tanned, fit and thirsty.
10TH ANNIVERSARY FEST
Rox, the barman,
made a Singapore Gin Sling
that took the edge off anything.
With that, any ambitions
I'd had that night disappeared.
- What the hell? Do you play golf?
- Franz?n.
- No. I work here.
- Owner of a publishing house.
Well, you can certainly
find material to write about here.
Watch out. That one, for example:
Wilhelm Sterner and his backfisch.
He's the owner of this joint.
And the whole Griffel Group.
Almost as big as Wallenberg.
He acts unseen.
- Non videri sed esse .
- That's right.
But things are changing.
He's going into politics.
The government's about to fold.
They need new people,
people like him.
- Is he clean?
- What heavyweight ever is?
But he's good
at cleaning up after himself.
- Ever heard of the Hogarth Affair?
- No.
People died like flies.
Listen, I was thinking...
- You need a job, right?
- I need money.
That's right, never work for free.
An idea: Next year.
A different jubilee. A centenary.
- In honor of what?
- Strindberg's "The Red Room".
Bloody good book.
Only someone should write
a new version.
Here and now.
Capture this... This new...
Which is...?
How the hell would I know? Find out.
I'll give you a ten grand advance.
Ten thousand?
I want it by Christmas.
Think it over.
I'll give you five minutes.
Hey! Kalle!
And so he arrived,
the great Bob Dylan...
Ten grand, just like that?
Yeah, but then you're on the hook.
You are, either way.
Well, yes.
- Weren't you going to see him?
- I don't have a ticket.
How is that a problem?
You're rich.
So in the end, I went.
It was like a big carnival.
You saw people
you hadn't seen for years.
Hippies.
Rebels.
People like Malou who'd hidden
themselves away in the forest.
People who should have perished
a long time ago.
I sensed that something was wrong
as soon as I walked in.
Burglars leave a vibe,
a sort of thieving adrenaline
that hangs around.
Apparently, they had taken their time
and even left a message.
"We've left you your working tools."
"Hope Dyllan was good..."
"Dyllan", with two "l"s.
That's it.
You look like my brother. Leo Morgan.
The poet?
Yeah. He can't box either.
You want a part in a film?
As long as I get paid.
It's legit. And you'd be perfect.
What kind of film is it?
- Want to grab a beer?
- Sure.
Okay. I'm Henry Morgan.
Klas ?stergren. Pleased to meet you.
Don't be too sure about that.
- They stole everything?
- Except for my typewriter.
They won't shift it
until you get your insurance dough.
I know that business.
The stuff has to cool down first.
Did you have a word with the girl
with the wine gums?
I don't even know
if she's still in town.
Dyllan with two "l"s.
With all due respect,
in his case it doesn't help
spelling his name right,
it's just not my kind of music.
I play the piano myself.
Which means this whole
boxing thing is so bloody wrong.
You shouldn't even
shake people's hands, really.
Take Glenn Gould.
A grand piano was being delivered.
A gift from the factory.
One of the guys who was
helping move the heavy thing said:
"Hello Mr. Gould,
nice to meet you..."
And shook his hand.
Know what Gould did?
He sued the piano factory
for assault.
We'll sort the money out later.
Oh, okay.
- How much?
- Forty-seven crowns.
A golf club, you said.
You were working at a golf club.
Wrena. North of town.
I'll be damned.
What? What's the problem?
It's just that sometimes you wonder
if the world's just incredibly small,
or if there's
just a lot of evil about...
How do you mean?
Do you know the owner of that club?
Wilhelm Sterner.
I saw him, at a distance.
At the club's
tenth anniversary party.
He came quite late.
Wilhelm Sterner and his backfisch.
He had a woman with him...
A backfisch.
The party...
was getting out of hand.
Dark-haired? Attractive?
Very.
And younger.
Maybe the world is just very small.
And it's all simply a coincidence.
W.S.?
What about it?
W.S. as in Wilhelm Sterner?
Is it his?
- Did you nick it?
- It was a gift.
From him?
Oh, from her.
Her name is Maud.
Listen... I should go home.
It's only Thursday.
So what. Let's discuss
your part in that film.
I live on Horn Street.
I'll get us something to drink.
Being trustworthy has its advantages.
We have to be quiet.
People are sleeping.
Have a seat.
Cheers. To cinematic arts!
Who's directing?
No one you would have heard of.
Hasn't done much yet.
Spinks? Spinks?
Right... Spinks! Here, kitty...
This is the Black Cat from Nowhere.
He turned up on the same night
as Spinks beat Ali.
Did you see the match?
Yeah, unfortunately.
Can you sing?
Did you write this?
I've been working on it
for fifteen years.
"Europe, Crumbling Fragments".
It will open
at the S?dra Theatre in May.
I've rented the whole place.
It starts like this...
Only right now,
this is what's in style...
- Know it?
- Won't we wake somebody?
Well, actually I'm all alone here.
One of those nights
that starts in one part of town
and finishes in another.
Henry made me think I could sing.
That takes some doing.
We could be a vaudeville act!
This is the drawing room.
That's Shackleton.
The Jazz Baron.
My old man, Gus Morgan.
The guy on the right.
Truth and Falsehood,
always at home.
The question is, who can you trust?
No idea.
That's my brother's room.
This is the guest room.
You can sleep here if you like.
I'll sleep anywhere.
Good.
You should know one thing.
This bed once belonged to Goering.
Here, a "pick-me-up".
Don't ask. Just knock it back.
I've been thinking...
This flat is too big for me.
I could easily rent out two rooms.
The guest room and the library.
If you like. You have that
"The Red Room" project and all...
You need a decent office.
This place hasn't changed much
since my grandfather's day.
You can do what you like.
Your own world...
if you can't cope with the outside.
What about your brother?
Don't worry.
Leo's in New York.
Night is always here for the taking.
All you need to do is pretend.
We'll discuss the rent
some other time.
You do a lot of hanging around
in this business
then flicker in the background
like a ghost.
Hi! Good to see you!
Darling...
Hello.
Meet Klas, my latest discovery.
He's a natural.
- He can stand in for Leo.
- Hello.
What a resemblance!
- Where's Leo? Is he...
- Leo's in New York.
Oh...
We need to do your hair.
It's supposed to be the early '60s.
Is that okay?
- Let's go!
- Bye!
- Not a haircut, right?
- Just a tidy-up, at the back.
Nice!
Quiet on the set.
Rolling...
Are you still on, Karin?
"Not Like Us", take one.
And action.
Cut! Thank you.
Henry, you're amazing.
The script is great, Lena.
Klas, you did a fine job.
Let's go pick up our pay.
That film scene
would be significant later on.
Not as an exercise in humility,
more like a display of omnipotence.
But that was far off in time.
Should have asked
to keep the clothes.
That's punk.
- This?
- Yeah, you're up-to-date now.
An extra...
You're there, just invisible.
An exercise in humility.
Oh, Karin.
The make-up girl, you know?
Leo... He's been buzzing around
that honeypot.
Disgraced himself.
I had such a strange feeling...
I'm in the mood for Maud.
Henry had been in this neighborhood
since he was a kid.
He knew everyone.
The shops
had everything but customers.
And every day
there was lunch at Costa's.
Hi. We'll start with two beers.
Chelsea vs Tottenham?
What's your feeling?
They had a table for regulars.
Could you cover me?
Well, she gets it
right in the head...
The Cigar Merchant
sat there with his assistant, Dolly.
There was Greger, Birger
and the Queen of Hot Goods.
They sold second-hand furniture.
The Flask collected bottles.
The Philatelist.
And Wolf-Larsson,
who spent his days walking his dog.
Chelsea - Tottenham,
what do you say?
It comes from America,
started with hub caps.
- A bakery, you say?
- Yes, by name of "Frisbie".
They had some kids
working there over the summer.
They played around with pie plates
one lunchtime. That's how it started.
Stuffed cabbage rolls...
Moussaka? Well, it's like lasagna,
only with eggplant.
No, I'll go for the cabbage rolls.
There were lots of advances
and much to be "sorted out later".
It was his style, I guess.
Listen...
I have to go away
for a couple of days.
Come here, two things...
This must never go out.
The fuel is here.
Then there's these...
Just help yourself.
One booklet a week.
No booze. No questions.
Where are you off to?
Let's discuss that later on.
Suddenly,
I was alone in that huge flat.
Undisturbed.
Without any company to blame.
Henry Morgan's flat, Klas speaking.
Have you moved?
You never contact me...
You're not trying to avoid me,
are you?
Darn!
No, not at all.
I'd be very disappointed
if that was the case.
No, I'm going full steam ahead.
Darn!
Can I have a peek?
When one has nothing to say
there are only two ways to go:
Be quiet or lie.
- Sure, whenever you like.
- Good.
Why don't you pop in one day?
We can have lunch,
talk things over.
CHESS
- Morgan, Henry?
- He's not in.
You're his brother, right?
No, just staying here.
What's this?
Shirts. Cash on delivery.
112 crowns.
Any dirty laundry?
OPEN
A pack of Camels without filters.
Why not a carton while you're at it?
As a guest of Henry Morgan's,
you are entitled to credit.
He's a proper gentleman.
So many people are coming here now,
due to all these shopping centers.
Strange people. We had a few
drug addicts in here, waving a knife.
She hid behind the counter
and I was wondering
how I'd manage those fellows.
Then The Flask showed up
and ejected them.
It was worse 10-15 years ago,
you could buy anything you liked
on Mariatorget.
It's not like that anymore.
Anything else I can tempt you with?
"The Red Room"...
A panorama of Stockholm.
Impoverished Bohemians
and the mendacious bourgeoisie.
Nice idea.
Only I couldn't find an inroad.
You never know, you might get lucky.
You can't...
A large beer.
The Flask! You've found a lot!
Though maybe I was
looking in the wrong places.
I had everything I needed,
right under my nose.
Each of them was worth a chapter.
That might have happened except...
I'd convinced myself that Malou
was in my past, she was gone.
But there she was, walking along
with an unusually purposeful stride.
When I saw her enter that squat,
it struck me that it was
the way into The Red Room.
Stockholm was disappearing.
Cheap homes were sanitized
and made expensive.
Skips outside every door, full of
smashed woodwork and tiled stoves.
Morning, Klas!
How are you?
- Fine. You?
- Just dandy!
- Are you working?
- Yes, I am...
- Where have you been?
- Long story. Listen...
Lobster for dinner tonight.
I'll leave you to it.
It's a common misconception,
serving lobster cold,
only on special occasions.
It should be piping hot
on an ordinary Wednesday,
with a big dollop of butter
and salt and ice cold white wine.
With someone you know well, so you
don't have to talk so bloody much.
We should go out dancing tonight.
We should have invited some ladies.
I haven't got one lined up.
Me too.
Living can be
remarkably boring at times.
I was down in the cellar.
To check if there was any firewood.
It's getting cold.
Without wood we'll have
a living nightmare here this winter.
You have to dig around in skips
and drag home what you can.
We can saw it up in the courtyard.
You open your brother's letters?
I know what this is.
He plays chess, by correspondence,
with this man in Bor?s
who doesn't know Leo's not here,
so I have to respond.
I'm lousy at chess.
So am I.
I suspected as much.
No bloody idea what's gone before...
No.
It's hopeless.
Nothing is hopeless.
Right, but I have a book to write.
We don't have a choice.
This is our goddamn duty.
We have a duty
to keep up certain appearances.
Try this. Move this and then this.
Thank you.
For a while, it looked like
we were fulfilling our obligations.
A new version of "The Red Room"
was taking shape.
The thought of Malou sitting there
on my stolen sofa was oddly inspiring.
Some citizens were resisting,
even though it was futile.
Hey. I think the cops
are going to storm the place soon.
- You coming?
- No, I have to be careful.
I've rented a whole bloody theatre.
Listen, you do the practical stuff.
I'll stay with theory.
Sure...
Yes, the struggle's beginning now.
A squatter said the house meetings
would be replaced
by city meetings.
National meetings.
There are world-wide demonstrations
to save these buildings...
They were broke
and wanted somewhere to live.
But when the police rolled up,
they had no chance.
I'll never forget that cry.
A sudden loneliness
in the middle of a battlefield.
Thank you so much.
You beat
the Devil and all Hell out of me.
You're welcome.
You still like her.
Or you would have gone to the cops.
You would have put her
and her mates away long ago.
Dyllan with two ?l s.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
I know exactly what it's like.
What do you mean?
We're the same, you and me.
I've had 17 years of that.
I've wasted my chances to break free.
But I can't. Guess that's destiny.
We ended up in front of
Truth and Falsehood.
Henry started talking about his life.
And his unhappy love affair
which had been going on for 17 years.
Our school band
sometimes played at Gazell
before the real acts went on
later in the evening.
The evening's main attraction
was the Bear Quartet.
They were pretty hardcore.
Hey, you! Come on, dammit.
Wake up!
He's been boozing for four days.
Henry, can you sit in?
Of course I did.
It was a great opportunity.
This is a bit improvised.
We're opening
with a song called "The Baron".
Dedicated to the Jazz Baron.
This was complex.
These guys were artists.
Great set, Bill. Great set.
Do you know Henry Morgan?
He saved us tonight.
This is Eva. And Maud.
Don't you look funny
in that bow tie.
Don't worry,
Bill doesn't look much better.
We can't stick around here!
Crap, my stomach hurts.
It's the cold, that's all.
Paris is so much better.
A lot more bars to choose from.
Let's go to my place. I live nearby.
Man, I miss your dad.
Gus Morgan.
I'm not saying this to be nice,
but you could be just as good.
If you take care of yourself.
He sure didn't.
Maud, did you ever see him?
Gus Morgan?
The Jazz Baron.
No, unfortunately not.
I think you were amazing.
- Here.
- Is it hashish?
Yes, it is.
Rendezvous tomorrow 12:00
CHAPTER II
THE DESERTER
Maud came from another world.
She taught me what "discretion" meant.
I'd never even heard the word before.
- So you found my note?
- Yes, of course I did.
- Here.
- Keep it.
It's just silver.
I see. Thank you.
Show me your hands.
They say you're a boxer,
so I was wondering if it shows.
Bill told me. He called this morning.
Did you tell him
about our lunch date?
No.
What are you having?
My treat. Have whatever you like.
Anything will do.
One Coquilles Saint-Jacques
and one Escargots de Bourgogne.
White wine, please.
Bill thinks you should stop boxing.
Well, so does my mum.
He believes in you.
It would be a shame
if you ran into a real brute.
Sure, you can take a beating,
but that can happen anywhere.
Unfortunately.
I bought this on the way.
Didn't we listen to that last night?
No, this is newer.
Cole Porter?
Aren't you just dying
to hear it right now?
Yes.
I live nearby.
We have time if we hurry.
Okay.
Thank you.
- How do you do?
- Hello.
Leave it,
it's always carrying on like that.
You don't have to remove your shoes.
Go put a record on.
Are you just going to stand there?
We don't have all day.
Christ! You've got to leave.
Right this minute?
Don't ask so many questions.
I haven't got time to explain.
Oh, blast.
Here. Take one.
- Are you married?
- No, I'm not married.
And I don't plan on getting married
any time soon either.
"W.S." again.
That's right. Now move it.
This tie...
I'll give you a new one, if you like.
Ties, too?
- He changes his daily.
- At the very least.
- I don't like being thrown out.
- You're not, but you have to go.
Come back Sunday.
Wake me up
and we'll have breakfast.
Plaid with stripes.
- What's wrong? Are you ill?
- No.
Just something going around.
So, if an atomic bomb goes off,
this is what you do.
No, that can't
provide enough protection.
Maybe
if the bomb is dropped far away.
- There's food on the stove.
- Thanks.
Where did this shirt come from?
I bought it.
What's this, "W.S."?
"Water safe".
It's water resistant.
It's cotton.
- Any cats in the wash today?
- No.
I didn't know
what the letters stood for.
And I was so in love I couldn't
think of anything better to say.
I was just waiting
for Sunday to roll around.
Then it did.
And so did war.
I got caught in an exercise.
The whole city was being evacuated
underground into bomb shelters
or outside into deep country.
I never managed to get off in time
and got there three hours late.
Welcome.
This feels like the real thing.
- What?
- Real war.
Coming along?
To grab a bite to eat.
I don't think so.
I've got training tomorrow.
Take care of yourself, mate.
I will. I'll quit boxing.
But there are worse things
than boxing.
Love.
It can give you more
of a beating than you can stand.
What did Bill say?
"Watch out, they're dangerous."
Is that what you believe?
Should I?
Not if you want me.
I do.
Prove it.
With you, it's like making love
to all women at the same time.
Isn't your mom worried about you?
She's used to it.
Dad could come home on the wrong day
with a different overcoat and hat.
- Where is he buried?
- Woodland Hills.
Ever go there?
- Mom and I go, my brother never does.
- Why not?
I don't know. We're very different.
He's older than his years, writes poetry.
He's got a friend who's just the same.
They collect stamps, play chess,
and do these foul experiments.
They ran a cat in the washing machine!
He doesn't have a dad either.
But his disappeared during the war.
My dad died in a car crash.
Outside Djakarta.
We were living there,
he worked for the Foreign Ministry.
It's probably easier
to accept death by disease,
as opposed to an accident.
But Mum felt guilty, regardless.
Some kind of psychosis.
Bill Evans
isn't feeling so well either.
He'll be back.
You can hear it in his touch.
My dad was more "wham bam".
And he did wade in
right at the deep end.
This guy will take his time.
But sooner or later,
all pianists go crazy.
You have to leave now.
- Do you have cigarettes?
- No.
- I'll call you.
- Don't ruin this.
- He has to find out.
- Right, but not from you.
- You can't split your time forever.
- Who says?
When will I see you again?
I'll call you.
You know a boxer's name and his age.
What his reach is.
How much he weighs
and where he comes from.
What I'm saying is:
you know how frightened to be.
This adversary was different.
He's a close friend of the family.
He basically took care of everything
after the accident.
I've always been taken with him,
he's always been there for me.
Never made any demands.
Always giving.
I don't know what he'll do
if he feels threatened.
Nothing like this
has ever happened before.
- How are things going?
- Not so good.
Put this on.
Guys always work better in overalls.
I don't think it'll help.
Go on, do it.
Coveralls with a button fly
have a balancing effect.
Try it and see.
Okay.
There's a lot of rubble.
Stop moaning.
He's all right.
Klas is a writer.
He can do with some training.
This is known as the banquet hall.
- Ever heard of Bellman's passages?
- A long time ago.
- But it's only a legend.
- Oh? Put your head torch on.
My granddad started this.
I took over 10 years ago.
We've excavated all this.
Are you claustrophobic?
No, I don't think so.
Part of it collapsed last year.
I reinforced it a bit. Come on.
These are old.
at least two hundred years.
Listen.
The underground.
King Adolf Fredrik had this made,
an escape route
in case of war or siege.
And just in case, they kept
a treasure vault down here.
Emergency funds
in gold.
Which were never ever used.
Only a small number of people
who'd sworn an oath knew about it,
so it was soon forgotten.
That's what we're looking for.
And now you're one of us.
One of what?
Those who've sworn an oath.
You can't possibly
expect me to believe that.
Oh, yes.
So who are the others?
Those three down there.
The Flask and Wolf-Larsson.
Me and you.
My brother wouldn't do it.
Because he's lazy
or because he has his doubts?
Of course you may have
your doubts.
But it's easier to dig
if you believe.
My grandfather
had this club, just old fogies.
They called themselves WWW:
well-travelled, well-read,
well-educated.
A historian.
He was a good researcher,
but very bad poker player.
One evening,
Grandfather won this in a game.
The passage branches off
to the west and to the east.
We're moving eastward at first,
to get closer to the church.
I was asked to take over.
That's when I came out of my exile.
- Exile?
- On the continent.
Why?
Due to circumstances. Trouble.
I couldn't stay here.
My teacher submitted my poems.
To a publisher.
- What do they think?
- We'll see.
Henry.
I should have put the parts,
so you could see
how to put them back.
Henry, could you get that?
Hi. Now?
- He's fucking, isn't he?
- Get off!
He's reached that age.
Verner, time to go home.
Now.
I'm going out.
What about dinner?
I'll have mine later.
Henry.
I'm pregnant.
I'll get a postponement
of my military service.
You're so wonderful.
I thought you'd ask
who the father is.
But it makes no difference,
I have an appointment with a doctor.
I'm glad
I won't have to go to Poland.
I'll do anything.
I'll marry you.
I want to get married.
Listen, we've already decided.
Henry.
You're too young.
The decision is mine, after all.
Hey.
Henry. For Christ's sake, cool it!
Henry!
What?!
Of course the boy is.
- They have to be ready.
- Give him a chance.
All right.
What's all this?
Gone and become a gentleman?
Are you afraid
that I'll hang up my boxing gloves?
Should I be?
No more than usual.
Even the tie was his.
Those initials became a secret code.
A curse.
It's easy to tail an unsuspecting person.
It gives you a feeling of power, control.
It's a deceptive state of mind.
You can easily get too cocky.
You start taking unnecessary risks.
You cross a line and
suddenly you are much too close.
It was at the beginning of his career.
He was building up his company.
Discreetly. Silently.
He worked hard and his visits to Maud
were brief and regular.
His own Ronson.
I couldn't resist it.
Right.
Apparently now you have
to learn how to do the twist.
It's like this, right?
You swivel your hips.
I wouldn't know.
I'm not much of a dancer.
I thought all young people danced.
Not quite everyone.
Can I buy you a beer?
Yes, please, I'm quite poor.
I'm not.
- Put a beer on my tab.
- A Guinness?
Hello, I'm Wilhelm.
Hello, I'm. Peter.
New in town, are you?
Not at all.
I'm from southern Stockholm.
You get to know most people
who come here. The regulars.
Thank you.
Well. I usually go to other places.
What places would that be?
You wouldn't be familiar with them.
Why would you say that?
You don't know who I am.
A person can be curious, right?
Yes.
About new places.
Like Gyllene Cirkeln.
Ever been there?
That wouldn't be your scene,
not if you want to do the twist.
No, maybe so.
Amazing how time goes by.
I have to get going.
- Thanks for the chat.
- Thanks for the beer.
Good night.
I see we have things to discuss.
Don't we, Henry?
So I suggest we meet
tomorrow night, at Maud's place.
It started peacefully enough.
The guy's a pro, used to negotiating.
Lying to your face.
Would you like to take off your coat?
I could feel it.
I grew angrier by the minute.
Maud is facing difficulties.
In the end, I lost my temper.
I was a bloody idiot.
But he had it coming!
He put up a fight.
I swung at him and down he went!
And then I jumped up
and finished him off.
It often took longer and sometimes
it chose a complicated route
but sometimes,
it came out straight away.
The truth.
At least that's what I wanted to do,
beat him up good.
Would you like to take off your coat?
I knew what he was.
But I didn't know what I was.
Or why things went so wrong.
Have a seat.
Things simply cannot carry on
like this.
Maud finds herself in a predicament,
as we say in this part of town.
And we've taken a position on that.
Especially Maud.
Right?
I don't need to speak on your behalf.
You do it very well yourself.
I just want you to understand
and respect Maud's decision.
Our decision.
I know that Maud is very fond of you.
I can understand her.
Maud and I have known
each other for ten years.
It may sound odd,
but I waited for her.
I'd be loath to lose...
that investment.
That can't happen in my world.
It's what I value
above all other things.
So to demonstrate
how much Maud means to me
and that money has no
importance in this context,
I will provide you with funds
to do something you like.
Like travel.
You will finish secondary school
and you will do
your military service.
I'm not buying you.
It's for Maud's sake.
For what she has to go through.
She needs peace and quiet.
Give it to her.
And take this.
Sweden's neutrality requires
a strong military defense.
We lack nuclear weapons
and do not take part
in the arms race.
We do have national service,
an arms industry
for warfare on land,
at sea and in the air.
You, Sweden's soldiers,
are the guarantors
of our peace and safety
and of democracy in this country.
The officers were satisfied,
as long as we stayed in the barracks.
There was a booze strike that spring,
so they thought we were dry, too.
But the archipelago
was swimming in booze.
Henry. Henry, you have a visitor.
Sorry?
Some chick. By the gate.
One minute?
Whose car is that?
Mine.
Well, you can't park here.
I smell liquor on your breath.
I've tried to get over this
and forget you, but I can't.
Was it my kid? Well?
Was it?
No, stop. Don't.
What are you doing?
Why are you acting like this?
It's part of my training.
You learn to kill all kinds of things.
Bill says hi.
He wants you to keep in touch.
Please don't do this, Henry.
What do you want me to say?
That it was a mistake?
That I regret it? Is that it?
No. If I did, I'd tell you.
Okay.
When you're on leave,
would you like to see me?
Yes.
Can you look me in the eye
and say it?
Yes, I want to see you.
Get in touch next time. Promise?
Yes.
I can't do it on my own.
Please, help me.
I've got to go back.
Sorry. Go on.
Get in touch next time.
Ring me any time, do you hear?
Do you never miss me?
No, I don't "miss" you.
It's bigger than that.
I couldn't take any more.
Shit, that's something.
You only had three months to go.
Every minute there was hell!
You'll have the police on your heels.
- And what will grandfather say?
- He's a pacifist!
I'm going down to Copenhagen,
see if I can snag a few gigs.
Talk to Bill, he knows the ropes.
He cares about you.
Here's something to read on the way.
Jesus, it looks terrific!
Aren't you proud?
Tell him!
- What?
- Well.
He might be
making an appearance on TV.
The son of a bitch died.
We've got a gig lined up.
Big time.
Might lead to an international break.
But we don't have a pianist.
I see.
Fucking loser!
More wine!
Maud was upset.
She'd built up her hopes.
Where is she tonight?
She was going somewhere else.
I can really understand
that you were pissed off.
"Non videre sed esse".
What?
You're aces.
So you're a free man?
Bloody deserter.
Didn't I tell you to beware
of people with money?
People with weapons.
I have nothing more to do with them.
Yes, I'm free.
Humans are sentenced to freedom.
Anything else is just cowardice.
Look around.
Cowardly bastards everywhere.
Don't be like them.
Promise me that, Henry.
I promise.
There.
Punch right through it!
One more.
What are your plans?
I'm going abroad.
Until things settle down.
Where?
Bill mentioned some gigs in Copenhagen.
Do you have enough money?
Yes, indeed.
My "Judas money".
This wasn't exactly what I was hoping for.
Having you here as a fugitive.
Keep in touch.
Do you want me to?
Of course I do.
It was my intention never to go back.
Never ever.