They Call Us Misfits 1968
The first home I was at was Nyboda.
It's out by Södertäljevägen.
I was there just 'cause I was bad in school
and had some trouble at home.
I was there a while
and then went to another one called Johannelund.
I was there a year
and then was sent to another home in Örby, where I was four years.
Then I was, you know, released to a farm in Bohuslän,
but you didn't get the chance to show you could behave,
only a kick in the ass and then straight to the farm.
And then I was there a couple of months,
and then to another home in VäIlingby,
where the Welfare Bureau fixed up a flat they had.
I got a chance to come home then, but that didn't last long,
but instead I was sent to a boarding-school in Hägersten.
Then I went to a farm and was there three months.
And then another three months at Skrubba.
There were a lot of car thefts, and I was sentenced.
Then it was reform school and then I came to Gräser.
I was there for two years.
You didn't get a chance there either to show you could behave,
only release and if you didn't behave, you got pulled in again.
And there were a lot of escapes there
and finally I ended up in Lövsta.
And no chance to show you could behave there either,
only escapes and stuff there,
and in 1964 I was sentenced to a youth prison.
And what I didn't know when I got there, I got taught:
both school and prison, you know.
A trade school for thieves, you know,
you learn everything you don't know.
That's all wrong, I think you should go right to prison,
and there you'll get another view of life.
I know what I'm talking about anyway,
since I've been locked up for ten years
in different institutions and such.
There was a little trouble in the prison when I was there
and there was a little brawl and I got another year out of it.
And then I ended up in jail outside Stockholm
where I did nine months and then I was...
This is Tompa.
I met him the day after he got out of prison.
But he wasn't out long.
A month later I found out he'd goofed again.
He pinched a car and got nine more.
When I got out I should get a job,
but I had no training or anything,
the prison was supposed to find me a job and get me into a trade school.
Until they got me in there,
I should have had a, you know, preparatory job.
I worked for about two months
without hearing anything about this school.
So finally I gave up and quit,
so I forgot about it and went out to sea,
but they cheated me here, too.
They said the boat was going all over the Baltic,
to Poland - but when I got on it, it only went around Sweden.
Yeah, then about a month later, they put the boat in a shipyard
and I gave up.
Then I started to run around with the mods
and I don't regret that,
'cause I never had so much fun as last year.
I got to know Stoffe and Kenta among others
and you knew almost everybody in town, you know, you were popular.
THEY CALL US MISFITS
English subtitles: Jenny Bohman, Martin Minow
THE MAIN SUBWAY STATION
We gotta hustle money for food.
Do you have 25 öre to spare?
Don't you have 25 öre?
She had knickers on.
Hi brothers and sisters!
Got any money, you open wallet.
You seen my broad today?
What are you doing now?
We're waiting for some stuff.
-What are you gonna do with it. -What do you think?
-Gonna chew? No. She's gonna shoot. -We'll drink.
-We've stopped turning on now. -Have you?
We haven't for a week now.
That's why you're so funny today, huh?
Do you know what's funny? It's you who are funny, huh?
Because you're always turning on. You'll burn your brain out.
We're really great now, like a new robot...
It's not cool to hang around here.
Yeah, but where should we go?
Booze, that's the way! Remember summer...
You were talking all the time, now you're like an old cactus.
An old mescaline cactus.
Come on, Stoffe. No, that was just a joke.
What are you looking at? Oh, go to hell!
If you had your own crapper, boy, it should look like this.
Yeah, wild - and on the ceiling the coolest broads in gold.
And the walls should be big aquariums
with groovy fish, those broads with the ones who swim...
-Yeah, we're the best. -Let's wash, I'm so damn dirty.
I just have to cut my nails. Got a scissors?
Well, I can wash anyway.
Nowthey'll say: You can't stand here and vandalize!
Those damn guards are out of their minds.
You got a scissors?
No. Go out and lift one, mother.
I don't know if I have any butts on me.
-Got any matches, pig? -No!
I don't either, so let's wait.
Are you all done?
No, I've got to dry first.
Now I can dare to show myself among all the capitalists out here.
Pull it down!
No, I can't fit in with those who are only interested in cars and football
and when the liquor stores are open.
They're only caught up in themselves.
But these cats here like to travel and so on.
They like to try what's new, too.
I don't want to get stuck in the same rut as my father,
you know: "his father was an engineer, so he becomes one, too."
Everybody has to be free to be able to do what he wants to.
They're great buddies in that way.
They're living for what's happening and that's what I'm looking for.
This here is too perfect, sugar-sweet,
like a kid, whose mother says:
"Now, don't forget this and that and watch out now
and don't take candy from any old man!"
Maybe not exactly, but you know what I mean.
It's just too goody-goody.
But these guys, they're really swinging.
They go out boozing on Wednesday.
Svensson would never do that, because he's working on Thursday.
But these are the things that make life cool.
To have a ball.
Here come all the Svenssons.
Hey, can you lend me a million?
The man ran to work. He was a half minute late.
The little workers look funny to me,
no tails or ears have they to see.
Boy, that was dumb.
Oh, shut your face.
OK, anybody want some beer?
No, leave some for later, Stoffe.
I want my beer, Stoffe.
That's enough. The rest is all mine.
Hey, toss it here.
I want it.
-It's too big. -Come on! Al Capone and his gang.
Where's my malt?
-It's over there. -I'll have a Tuborg.
Now, I'll show you.
OK, that post over there: 190,000.
Oh, I got beer on my arm.
You've got beer in the bottle.
-Who sees in Septober? -That was poor.
So what. Start twisting, so you get warm.
Where's the opener lying?
It's not lying; it's in my hand.
Who's in the hand?
-Who's lying in Handen... -...the police murderers.
They're alright now,
but they'll be alcoholics when they're older.
But nowthey feel great. I know for a fact.
Why do you think they'll be alcoholics?
Yeah, I can't explain it, but you can see:
Stoffe's old lady was an alcoholic and Kenta's was a real wino.
Those guys are boozing every day, they won't last long.
When you start young, it's really easy to become an alcoholic.
-Are you going to make it, then? -No.
-Don't you think so? -No.
-What are you gonna do about it, then? -Nothing. I don't have to.
Won't you have a hard time if you don't?
Sure, but I don't have to suffer, if I don't want to.
Aren't you scared?
No, I've been expecting it.
If you act free, the authorities don't tolerate it.
They've got the power,
and they don't want you to run around and stuff.
But you care about Kenta and Stoffe, but not about yourself.
-How do you care about it? -I care about myself, too.
You're not afraid of not making it.
Still you think you'll pull through better than Kenta and Stoffe?
No, we're buddies and we'll be buddies till we die.
When we're forty.
Do you think it'll go that way for them,
Stoffe thinks he'll get married...
Does he? Then he's a fool.
-Don't you think so? -No.
-What makes you so sure? -I know him pretty well.
He's having his fun.
I met Kenta and Stoffe last year.
They had nowhere to live at that time.
In the summer you can sleep anywhere.
It is harder in the Winter when it is cold.
But I found them a pad in Regeringsgatan.
The little cigarette.
Easy, will you. I just woke up.
I noticed that.
Let me light it off yours.
Man, is it cold!
We have to get up.
Shut up, I'm gonna tune it.
You can't tune that guitar.
Oh, cut it out.
-Take it easy. -Bug off!
Go and put on some tea.
-You'll never get this clean. -Don't push me!
-I'll drink from it, anyway. -You're all screwed up.
What the hell! I won't die.
I found the dinner.
I have to put on a sweater.
And give me the white one.
Where the hell is it? Oh, here.
-Do you want half of it? -Yes, please.
Any liquor home?
Have a look.
Cherry wine. This much.
-I don't want it now. -But I do.
See if you can find some more.
No, there's nothing more.
Here are some rotten tomatoes.
Potatoes and a lovely cheese. Let's throw it out right now.
Can you help me rinsing?
Bend your head backwards.
What the hell are we gonna do today?
Weren't we going to the barge with Jajje?
Do you want to booze or turn on, or what?
I don't remember much of my old man.
But I remember when I was in a foster home.
I remember the birthday present they gave me when I was seven.
When you're seven, well, you want a lot of toys,
but they gave me a trip to Härjedalen, to see the mountains.
When I got to the next home, mom was remarried to Benke.
Yeah, I remember once when she was really sick.
Benke was boozing as usual, but she asked:
"Couldn't you get me some candy?"
So finally, he got a bunch of coconut balls.
When he got back, he threw one in her face and said:
"Here you are" ; like he was feeding pigs.
Then he ate the rest himself, just to spite her -
even though she was so damn sick.
Then my grandmother got her into a hospital.
I couldn't do anything, I was only 13, but I forgot about it.
Grandma took care of Benny,
but I had to get along as well as I could.
Then I was with some girls and friends and ate with the girls,
'cause their mom was real nice.
I remember the lessons in school,
I couldn't do them at home, so I went out in the woods.
Then I quit school and started working.
Hell, going to school is just like a job, anyway.
I remember my first job was at a laundry.
Just a lot of old bats running around and I thought:
"This'll drive me crazy".
So I quit.
Then my mother started yelling: "Get a job, you can't just sit here."
I had a lot of crap at my last job, and then I let my hair grow long.
Everybody else was doing it, too.
They were all putting me down, like I was a Negro.
All I did was run around buying beer and sandwiches
and sweep out their damn darkroom, so I quit.
Now I don't work at all.
In school you didn't know if your father and his pals
were boozing when you got home.
He might be smashed and want to fight.
When you took your buddies home, you saw how it looked in the window.
Or you heard a little from the street, 'cause we lived on the bottom.
Then you listened in the hallway, if it was quiet you went in.
I never got a key until he died.
So you saw how he looked and maybe he'd start fighting.
Once he left two bits on the table for me as an allowance.
It was a Friday.
When I got home I took it and bought some candy.
Yeah, and when I was outside he yelled: "Get up here!"
I didn't understand what the hell I'd done.
When I got in, he asked me why the hell I'd taken it.
Then he beat me up
'cause I'd taken my own money a little in advance.
Well, the old man died in 1965.
He had ulcers and the doctor told him to stop drinking,
but he didn't and busted his belly and died in the hospital.
We found out at 7 in the morning
when we got up to go to school.
Svenne couldn't go 'cause he was a little sad
but I wasn't sad so I went to school like any other day.
While they were burying him, Svenne and I were at dad's parents',
and we had lemonade and cakes.
They were going to have a quiet gathering, but it was a real ball.
They were boozing and I was smoking in the john.
I tasted the drinks and the world's best sandwiches.
A real blast.
When we left, they were all a bit tight.
Then your pals asked how it feels with your dad dead.
Oh, I don't care.
He was just a pig.
I thought that mom would start taking care of herself.
It seemed pretty good in the beginning,
but then she started boozing
and old neighbours came to express their condolences with a fifth or four.
They started drinking and got all teary.
Of course, mom probably wasn't feeling so sad.
Once, he even tried to kill me with a tie.
That was the first time I hit him, but I had to.
It was either him or me, so I really slammed him.
I was playing the guitar in front of the TV
while waiting for something to come on.
He was bombed in the kitchen:
"Either the guitar or TV," he said.
And then he turned it off. Then I turned it on.
This went on for a while.
He sat down on a chair. I got up...
Then he whipped off his tie.
So I had to hit him.
I really enjoyed it.
'Cause he hit ma when...
Once he got pissed and threw two year old Benny at the wall.
Now he says he never did it; we're all lying.
Last year in school, mom never woke me so I couldn't stay with it.
This is no fun, you know.
But if they had thought a little about my education,
I might have been a bit better.
I could have gone to trade school.
'Cause I'm not stupid, I just didn't study.
There was always such a damn racket.
If it had been more quiet...
Well, never mind, I know I'm gonna be a great man,
but maybe I could have had some success in school.
You were always kind of pushed aside like...
Just because you were little, though you were damn old.
Now I'm so damn hardened that I don't give a damn what they say.
But I used to be much softer, you know.
I could hang my head for weeks.
They really hit me where it hurts.
They didn't say things like "you blockhead",
that's just a stupid thing you say,
but there were other things like "angel-haired",
and that really hit me.
It wasn't until my last year in school that I started to hit back,
'cause when I was little I just said OK to everything
instead of: "What the hell did you say, you bastard".
I was so damn mushy that I didn't dare.
When I was little I wanted to be a baker.
I experimented with a whole bunch of stuff.
I really went in for it, but it didn't work out
since they didn't give a damn about me.
But if it had worked out the way I'd planned,
maybe I'd have had some future to look forward to.
When I came to EoshäIl, my nerves...
What the hell am I going to sit here for, I thought.
It all happened because my old man died.
And ma has some trouble with the bureau
since they know she's boozing.
That's why they got me.
I know a guy who was busted 19 times,
but he got off since he was in school.
Just 'cause I didn't have those possibilities, they nailed me.
I only came home once in a while,
and there were parties, so I couldn't sleep at night.
Now I don't give a damn.
Why should I work like a beast, when they're just pigs.
Maybe I could have made it with their help.
I could have been a baker, eat a few cakes and stuff.
Could have been a gas.
The Welfare Bureau first contacted me when I was 15.
We pinched a motorcycle and went for a ride,
my buddy was driving and the cops started to chase us.
One of our pals saw us
and the bike belonged to his buddy, so he called the cops.
I jumped off and split, scared to death.
Later, when mom was in the hospital,
I was alone and really screwed off.
Anyway, after a few months, two cops came up
and started to talk about this,
but I didn't think anything would happen.
They were gonna get me a probation officer.
Then my mom got the job, 'cause I wasn't really a criminal.
Now, a year ago, you know, we broke into a grocery store.
We took some bread and I was put on probation.
Watched over by some dumb student.
He said that half the fault was mine and half the society's.
When I hit him with something he said:
"It'll be better if you do this and that..."
You hopped on the subway, went to work,
then home, read the papers, watch TV and to bed.
Then I wanted a pad, you know,
'cause I don't have one, I don't live anywhere.
So I told the guy to fix one, I mean,
he could fix anything else, put you in reform school and stuff,
so why couldn't fix me a pad.
Two days later he called and said he was gonna quit.
"I can't reach Kenneth", he told mom.
Reach, what the hell, he didn't try to.
Now mom is watching me again,
because they didn't want the responsibility.
They just sit there with their salary,
and shove the papers into the waste basket.
That's the only thing they care about, those socialists.
Boy, the tail here's too much.
But they won't let you alone.
I've got my chicks,
4 or 5, that's enough. One in Skövde, one in...
Well, you can always ride out and get some ass.
-Live like a king. -Like a cock.
-A big tool. -Yeah.
Screw it if some broad doesn't like us.
It's our own bag, but it turns them on.
So you bum a cigarette, and then you split.
They'll come back.
Let's go and get some malt.
Yeah, we've had some blasts.
Come summer, we'll bomb every day.
-Drink? -Yeah, and bomb too.
One puts one's penis in the vagina.
-Rocket in the pocket, huh? -Yeah.
You gotta run around a little.
Imagine banging the same box for years.
Your ideal broad?
Like Brigitte Bardot, only better.
Mine should be blond with no skirt, and have hemorrhoids,
so I have something to hold on to.
I want the clap just like my brothers.
You've got no brains, but I don't either.
Which broads do you like least?
The little ones.
Yeah, in sewing class.
They've got to be 17-18,
and put their legs behind their neck in bed.
They've gotta know yoga.
My favourite chicks are between 25 and 30.
Between 90 and death.
-Shut up. Between 25... -And rich too.
Yeah, and they say: "Here's your porridge, dear."
Hell no! I'll always be a bachelor. Here little girl, may I pump you?
I wonder how many kids I have here.
A lot, but I've never seen them, anyway.
Life goes on.
I must ask you something important.
OK, you're a chick who wants to be free and have fun,
but, you know, I like you.
But it's stupid that I like you if you're out.
We should be together.
If you want to go out and have fun and I just say hi sometimes. See?
Huh? What did you say?
If we're together, we can go out a couple of times a week.
When have we ever gone out together, to the same party, for example?
I can't help it, it's just that way.
-Why? Can't we change it? -Yes.
This hair's in the way.
Did you think so before?
-Why didn't you tell me? -I did.
Did you? When?
I don't write down the date when I say something.
But you're so dumb. So strange.
What do you mean?
You're all screwed up.
One day you say you like me, the next, you ignore me.
You only think so...
Like when we were out last Friday or whenever it was.
-You were with Henry... -Ridiculous!
You were with Lena or somebody and...
-It was Gunilla! -Don't scream.
Anyway, I wanted to talk with you.
But you didn't want to, I figured.
But let's forget about what's happened and start over.
Let's just talk about it some other time.
Wouldn't that be fun?
In summer, we can run around in town.
Go here and there, your place sometimes, or ours maybe.
And Kenta must come sometimes.
I don't know what he's doing, but...
It would be fun, anyway.
Don't you think so?
'Cause you like me a little.
I like you a lot.
My mom read my diary to the councellor.
And it said:
"This evening Mona, Lena, Zigge and I are going out.
Then we got drunk on beer.
When we got there, we bought hash off Bosse.
We got a gigantic high. Then the others went to a party.
Lena, Bosse and I were so high we just sat there.
Stoffe and Kenta were playing."
They opened Zigge's diary, too.
It said: "Agneta and I were alone at my place.
Fille, Putte and Lisa came. We smoked hash.
Then we invited Kenta and Stoffe.
Midnight, they called and invited us there instead.
We smoked hash at their place.
We stayed the night and Agneta's and my mom went out looking for us.
They said we got kicked out.
Remember that great fiasco, Stoffe?
-When? -In VäIlingby.
Harmonica, nothing was tuned.
When it was our turn, Ricke said: "Here come the greatest!"
But we sat inside playing...
He called for us and everybody got curious.
Finally, they got us up there and the guitar, vong!
-It's all screwed up! -I'd forgotten to plug it in.
At last, we got off alright.
...they're good. We get so much from them.
Money and beer. That's what I like.
What else do we get off them?
Sometimes they satisfy us.
But only the president of our fan-club can come and focky-focky.
The rest are only cross-eyed and toothless.
"Play for us." You can't have that kind of fans.
I never wave at chicks.
No, you get punched. Like from my pa.
He was a fan of mine. Knocked me into the wall, he did.
That's our track.
-Here it is, the train we ordered. -Hope there's a dining-car.
Can we have some Coke? Thanks.
See you later.
Where are all my fans, now?
-They've let us down. -Bloody pigs.
Now we'll get the Dalarna girls in the barns.
Then the cows get so horny they jump the bull.
I like mountain cows best.
OK, here we are.
-Go in. -No, not together.
Any capitalists, you think?
Boy, what a weird train.
OK, there's only one cat here.
We'll scare him off.
I got dibs on the window seat.
-Hope we're not intruding. -Not at all.
-When's it leaving? -Soon.
We should have a drink first. Got anything to offer?
We're only joking. Do they sell beer here?
Anybody out there?
Sit down, pig. Don't shame all of Stockholm.
Great to be going. Bye, Stockholm.
Off to the harvest feast.
How long does it take?
We're there at 3.30.
And a sandwich.
-Don't you have coffee? -Not before Uppsala.
-Hey, I didn't get any! -Got any ham sandwiches?
How much is that?
It's almost shocking...
Let's say eight even.
You don't have to count.
Don't you have a servant?
Welcome back with more beer.
-She was getting mad. -No, she was nice.
That was good.
Yeah, the pigs. They've drunk...
-That's mine. -No, only half...
We were gonna split three ways.
Yeah, so you can't have half.
I get more than half.
-Are you dumb? -Want some?
No, I'll have this. Only I get a mug.
Beautiful women, here we come.
Boy, she looked like a corpse.
We'll take old Olga instead.
I saw a stone that looked like ma's rump.
I'm a little tight.
He went out that hole there.
I'm pissing on the snow.
We'll light up now, Stoffe. You come later.
I can hear you, damn swines.
Open, for Chrissake.
Close it, I'm freezing.
Look how happy he is.
I coughed too soon.
Nobody's coming, good.
-Anything left? -A little.
Let's fill the pipe before Svensson's eyes.
Let's go back in again.
Where are we?
Damn if I know which dumb town this is.
We'll be there in an hour and a quarter.
We've gone two hours now. Can't believe it.
The little man grinds - one, and nowthe next.
All he does is grind.
Grinding back again!
Nowthe flag: "Go now," he says.
Then he goes home to sleep and dreams:
"Ride train, the rails are right."
Then his wife comes and he gets like a sexbook.
Train with TV. Roll your arms.
When we get to Hedemora we gotta ask for the subway.
Only one elevator in the whole town.
We have to ride in it.
I did. Everybody did.
They don't even know what a circus is.
-Can I have a drag, man? -You've got no brains.
You're like an open sexbook, man.
Yeah, C is on the licence plates.
Sala, like in Stoffe.
Know any words with ala in them?
-AI. -But say more.
Sala, well, rhyme...
Rhyme, what the hell...
Sala, kala and Kalle...
Oh, shut up! Where's the beer?
-Run, Stoffe. -Yeah, take it easy.
Her eyebrows were in Septober, her eyes in November,
but I'm on a train in January.
That quiet summer night.
I came here and mom started boozing.
Stop, I'm going batty.
Here we are in Hedemora.
-Where the hell are we? -There's Ingvar.
-Hi. -Look at him.
Look at the bum.
Hey, it's not so damn long. It's OK.
Worse than mine.
The booze store open?
Let's go to a café and talk.
-Does your mom know we're coming? -Yes.
Now we shall booze.
Now we'll have some beer.
-Hi, how's it going? -Yeah, it's going.
-Here's the whole gang. -Take the door, too.
Who got my opener on the train?
Not me. There's one there.
I've been invited, so I can drink now.
-Want some beer? -No, he's a teetotaller.
Harriet gave me wine and Stoffe beer.
Yeah, that's cool.
You're not afraid of your old mother, are you?
-I don't know. -Sure we do.
If I don't have any, Stoffe has.
When are you moving down, don't you know?
You're gonna be a dal-guy, marry a dal-gal?
No, that's crazy.
Where's the damn subway?
-Screw you, idiot! -None?! Trams, then?
We don't need them.
When do the papers come?
How do you deliver them?
I put them here and there.
Is that all you do?
Man, what a lazy life.
In Stockholm, if you sell stuff,
you can make as much bread in one minute.
You've become a bit lazy up here.
In Vällingby, we could at least move around.
Vällingby is a drag, but the city is alright.
You sleep all day, don't you?
-You bet I do. -That's a drag, too.
Hell, you can't work.
Deliver papers in the middle of the night.
How many girls do we have today? One, two...
We're not always like this. Sometimes we've got more.
I usually have twenty. Only kidding, girls.
Just one at a time.
Not like Stoffe, you know.
-He takes three. -Shut up.
I'll help you up, man. You were funny.
Oh, cut it out.
Imagine making a chick this way. She swings so nicely.
I'm having fun.
Where are you, madam? I'm sorry.
He's out of his mind.
People are staring...
-Take it easy, will you. -Yes.
I'm having fun. Let's have a hischelihischi drag!
Take the hat, man.
No, they're my neighbours.
Don't we look funny?
-May I rent it for my honeymoon? -No.
Don't take him seriously. Hat, now?
I'll give you a fiver if you take it.
-Are you going on this train? -Then, we can kill him.
We'll beat the hell out of him.
First class, we can't get in there.
Good-bye, lovely women.
I get up around two in the afternoon.
Then I go down to the central station to sell, you know,
then later I go out and have some fun.
It usually gets late, that's why I sleep that long.
I sleep in a hotel and that's nice.
I buy stuff for 300, and sell it for 700.
That I do everyday. Make 400.
Do you often take pills?
No, only Fridays and Saturdays.
-So, you're not addicted? -Not at all.
Any other cats who live like you?
Well, I guess there are a few.
How many are there in Stockholm?
I don't know...
It's hard to say.
Why can't you live at home, then?
I was thrown out.
My folks suspected that I took pills, they said.
-Did they throw you out? -Yeah, there was a fight.
They say I'm a junky.
But they never found one needle mark.
That's damn funny...
then I had jaundice.
Was that from drugs?
I looked like Mao-tse-tung, it looked pretty funny.
I was in the hospital and they took five tubes of blood.
I staggered out, all dizzy.
No, I don't think about the future, I don't have to.
Well, you know, I'm pretty sure of myself.
It'll all work out. It always has.
With a little luck, you know.
Kenta and Stoffe don't have anywhere to live.
They don't work either.
Sometimes I see them in town.
Shut up. You think more of Eva than of anybody else.
Can I say something...
What the hell has happened?
You've changed, you know.
-Yeah, what if I like Eva, then? -You like Eva...
But she could come out with you, damn it.
Oh, shut up.
OK, let's put it this way: you were doing too many things.
You were money-grubbing, too much.
What the hell, I've gotta live.
You don't have to live like that.
Yeah, when you stopped, I started smoking that stuff again.
They all told me not to.
That's none of their business, damn it.
A lousy conspiracy.
Your buddy who...
Can I say...
...put me against the wall and said: "Quit smoking".
Just because you and I stopped being pals.
Shut your mouth, will you.
Do you remember...
Well, last summer, we were all great buddies, you know.
They can all see you've changed.
-But they shouldn't... -They wanted to help, see?
They can damn well leave me be.
But they did.
They can stick to their damn club, they're all little kids.
-Admit that. -Yeah.
Yeah, you've realized it's all bull...
-But you were pals. -Nothing to talk about.
-I realized it. -Yeah.
-But too late. -What?
-Too late. -What?
If you'd known when I did, we'd still be pals.
But, if we're gonna be pals, you have to quit.
Well, Eva, she can damn well...
...why can't she go out at night like any other chick who's...
Yeah but, can I...
She sits in her house like a damn citizen.
Well, I've never seen her out.
I never saw her when you were out with your pals.
No, you haven't, 'cause we haven't been buddies.
For example, when you were going to that party,
the guys didn't want you to come, but Eva did.
Yeah, and still you got hooked, Stoffe.
You're hooked by her and her whole damn family.
Not true. Just 'cause you haven't found a girl.
It's not that,
but you don't have to get hooked by her family.
-Have I? -Sure.
-In what way? -Well, you have.
I don't know, but you have.
-Don't talk too much. -I don't.
No, that's just it.
I know what I've heard, but I don't want to hurt you.
-What have you heard? -Can't tell.
OK, I don't give a damn about you.
Then you're hooked...
You've become a Svensson.
OK, I'm with Eva and we do what we want,
-and at times I'm with you... -At times?
...and do what I want.
But when you're 17 , man, you shouldn't get hooked.
You only just started to live.
She called the Welfare Bureau to fix me a flat.
They knew I was alone here in town and had a lot of papers about me,
but nothing serious.
So they got me in this place, but I didn't want to live there.
You had to be in by ten
and there were only " jail-trippers" there.
So I just took my bags and left. So they said:
"If you don't live here, we'll put you in jail."
So I was out two, three weeks.
It was winter so I...
I had to go to my grandma and I stayed there a few weeks.
Then I went to mom in Gothenburg.
I washed dishes Christmas, New Year's Eve.
A whole month to keep her quiet.
She was living with this guy and there was a lot of fuss.
Once, when I had no money, I said:
"I'm going home to put on the potatoes."
Outside I met a guy I knewthree years ago.
He was going to England so I said: "I'll come, too."
So I got my toothbrush and a sweater, and we went to England.
But we drank up all the money on the boat,
and they sent us right back.
Then I got to Stockholm and I haven't done anything here.
Earned a little money - sold some stuff,
lived with some girls and such.
You say you like them and live with them a week,
but when you split, they get on your back.
I can never really grasp what I'm doing.
I never know if I'm staying with Kenta or whatever.
It doesn't bother me, though.
Midnight, I'll walk around alone, sleep in a hallway maybe.
But I can't go on like this for ever.
-I give up. -What's wrong with you?
-We can't go on all night. -We gotta find something, though.
I'm going, anyway.
You're a real buddy.
You know we've been drifting apart.
Well, go then.
Take your old cig and go the the Bahama's.
-Shut up! -You belong there.
-What? -The way you're acting.
-Well, go on then. -Cut it out, damn it.
-You can come back. -What do you mean?
You sleep in your hallway and I'll go to mine.
Not me, but you go.
Go in, if you're not coming.
Go on, then.
-See you. -I guess not, but never mind.
Bug off, then.
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