To the children of the misfits
What the fuck was that?
Here come your regular Swedes!
"All those little wage slaves Are oh so funny to see!"
"Got no tails, got no ears, No one follows thee"
That was dumb. Scram!
And the beat goes on...
It wasn't just Kenta, Stoffe and myself.
There was so much more.
Stefan, I've got some pretty important things I need to tell you.
This is Arne. You can call back any time you like, day or night.
Take care. Give your folks my regards.
Stefan, it's me.
Lena's the name.
I'm sick of you damn- well pestering me.
- There won't be any trilogy. - Hell!
You can take your "Misfit Film" and "A Respectable Life" and go to hell.
If you don't stop terrorising me and my family and friends...
...you'll be in deep shit... that I promise you.
I'll just say this... "Hi from Stoffe's wife."
I was married to Stoffe actually.
He's dead now. He died on March 22, 1978.
Both my son's dad and his dad's brother are dead.
Don't ever interfere with me and my family
and my life again.
You goddamn fucking arsehole! I hate you, Stefan Jarl!
A dirty old man... that's all you are.
I've started to realize there's something wrong with me, Gustav.
But I want to live a few more years.
I know my pancreas is stuffed. [Stoffe: "A respectable Life"]
When I was in hospital they said to me...
''Keep on with the hard liquor and stuff, and you won't survive another year."
Okay, I did get really drunk quite a lot...
I do feel fucking shitty.
I want to know what the fuck's going on.
If my body's screwed up, I want to stay here.
I wanna be free of this shit.
I don't wanna die yet... I'm too young for that.
I knew it would be difficult.
When Stoffe died I thought I'd leave town, and let everything go to hell.
But something kept me back...
I was very keen to see the next generation grow up.
I think that was it.
I...
As both my parents were alcoholics, I should be...
...but it seems to be in check.
Many people have said...
''Carina will amount to nothing. She'll end up like her parents.''
That won't happen. I'll always fight against it.
If any of my close friends were on the wrong track...
...or people I associate with...
...I'd do anything to help them. It's a total mess otherwise.
Misfits to Yuppies
The final part of a trilogy. A film by Stefan Jarl.
Kenta also had children, just like Stoffe.
But now I find him in a small flat in Jacobsberg.
What...?
A summons...?
What the fuck is this?
''Unlawfully consumed alcoholic beverages.''
The bastards can go to hell!
This is unbelievable!
September 1 , 1986. Gustavsson consumed alcoholic beverages-
- in Torner Park in breach of the Public Order Act.
All right! I really ought to contest this.
Fine Canary tomatoes. Cheap! Ten Kronor per kilo.
Nobody else sells as cheaply. Here you are! Cheap!
I'll ask you if you admit or deny it?
Well, it's both yes and no.
I drank in the park, but I didn't drink illegally.
- What did you drink? - Cider. It's made from apples.
- You can drink it in public. - I assume you deny the charge.
I do.
Canary tomatoes! Cheap for rich and poor alike!
DISTRICT COURT
We were on patrol in Jakobsberg.
We saw that Gustavsson was drinking.
You saw him drinking from a distance of 50- 75 metres.
You said that it was a can or a bottle.
Could you see from 75 metres...
...if there was beer or cider in the bottle?
I can't say...
but Mr Gustavsson never drinks cider.
- You don't know what I drink! - Just a moment.
- He's prejudiced against me! - This must be sorted out.
These are pure goddamn lies! He's telling pure goddamn lies!
- The witness is on oath... - He's still telling lies!
You may say that they're lies. You have described it one way...
...the witness has described it his way and the court decides.
I'm being persecuted! And another thing...
I demand to be heard!
Kenta and his son Patrik in ''A Respectable Life'', 1979
Do you know what grandma Agnes said today...?
You ate pancakes every Saturday.
I loved them when I was your age.
That's where I helped uncle Tage get the hay in with his tractor.
Was he young then?
Yeah. He was maybe just 45 or so.
Wouldn't you like to live here, Patric?
No!
Why? Work in the woods and grow strong here...
Better than Jakobsberg concrete.
Here you're living with nature. Aren't you?
Imagine being able to wander around with nobody hassling you.
Wouldn't dig that?
No, you're a city kid, my lad.
DO NOT TOUCH THE FOLDERS
The purpose of this training...
...is to see how suitable you are for active service.
Note that I said "active service."
Basic training is just a part of this.
Your ability to function fully under wartime conditions, is what it's about.
- Lindholm, Stefan Alf. - Yes.
- Gustavsson, Kennet Patrik. - Yes.
- Bertelsen, Johan Erik. - Yes.
Come on! A bit more!
You got 350. That's average. You'll need to do better.
Go for it!
This is war.
You're going to fire this rifle.
Aim through the tube at my eye and say bang.
Come on! This is war.
Fine. Next.
He wants to see if you're a killer.
God, what a lot!
''The court's verdict is as follows:''
''Jansson was at least 50 metres from Gustavsson''-
- ''when he saw him drinking.''
''As the witness was uncertain...''
''...if he saw a can or a bottle...''
''...the witness might have mistaken...''
''...the container drunk from by Gustavsson.'' Awful Swedish!
''Given Gustavsson's denial, it is not proven that he drank...''
''...alcoholic beverages as defined by the Public Order Act.''
''The case is therefore dismissed.''
How good is that! One- nil to Kenta!
What's all this?
It's some old charge that I admitted to.
Where the fuck's the verdict?
Here it is.
''Verdict to be appealed...'' What the hell...?
''Case dismissed.'' I'm acquitted in other words.
''Verdict: case dismissed.''
How good is that!
The cops can go screw themselves!
What a bit of luck!
This is great! I'll read this a hundred times.
I'll celebrate by drinking beer in the park!
What a blast!
Then they can really get me!
I'll hang this up.
The cop was born in '55. He could have been my son!
I'd have given him a clip on the ear for this!
What a scream!
That's it. I'll give you a plaster.
Tell the next one to come in.
- Patrik Gustavsson. - Yes.
- Welcome. - Thank you.
- What's your number? - 690330- 0379.
First we need to see if you're in good shape.
Your strength and fitness is average.
Your vision and hearing are normal.
You'll be joining the ranks. You won't be commissioned.
- Where do you want to go? - Waxholm.
- Why? - It's great.
- ls it great there? - It would be fun.
When do you want to enlist?
As soon as possible.
What's the choice?
You realise you serve longer in the Navy?
It doesn't matter.
Let's see then. You were born in May.
You could maybe join up in 1989.
- Have you put it on? - Yes, you can start.
I applied to study motor mechanics.
I've had a dream of being an aircraft mechanic.
But it was hopeless. I didn't have high enough grades.
So I applied for machine technology.
I soon realized it wasn't for me.
I did it just so I'd have something.
Meanwhile, I applied for special courses and was accepted in all of them.
But I wasn't sure...
I still wasn't sure if it was what I wanted to do-
So I said I'd wait and see until next year.
Now I've decided I don't want to be a mechanic.
It's an aptitude you're born with. That's just how it is.
You finished the course but weren't sure what to do.
Well...you could put it like that.
I didn't want some foreman yelling at me.
That's how I felt when I had work- experience for a month.
They're just not my kind of people.
What do you want?
To wear regular clothes!
I want things to be laid back.
I don't want customers screaming at you about cylinder heads.
I want things more laid back.
I'd rather sell things than have complaints about my work.
They usually say: ''We're not satisfied with this and that.''
Customers want perfection.
It's expensive to have your car or truck or bus fixed.
So they expect a lot, and you have to be capable, I reckon.
Welcome to Toyland where today we are offering specials on...
Hi puss!
I lost touch with Eva, Patrik's mother.
She moved to Balsta...
...a suburb north of Stockholm.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time.
When I met her now, she'd just made the decision of her life.
You're so damned stupid... so strange and weird!
- Why do you say that? - Because you are!
- How? - You're nuts.
You can't say things like that.
One day you say really like me, the next day you ignore me.
It's your imagination.
For example, when we were on the 4th last Friday.
You went with Henrik.
Don't you talk!
You were with them and Lena.
I was with Gunilla!
Yes, but don't shout, thank you... please.
The worst thing about Hinsan Jail is the actual... being locked up.
You can't avoid the fact you're a prisoner, for a minute.
Outside the window, it was all black.
I might just as well have been on an island in China.
You felt damned shut in?
Not just shut in...
It was that I didn't have my freedom.
Being there wasn't so bad.
But you couldn't decide things for yourself.
You couldn't do anything yourself. It was done for you.
It was going well here. My little shop supported me.
Everything was okay until summer... last summer.
People couldn't afford things any more.
VAT on everything! All the bills...
Just electricity went up 300 a month for us here.
You can imagine all the rest. It was impossible.
I've been looking in the papers for a little country store for sale...
as they cost the same as this house.
An acquaintance happened to have a suitable place.
We went and had a look.
Kenta came along.
We went down on All Saints Day and decided to take it.
[ REMOVALIST VAN ]
I've been more or less on my own out here.
It became too dull for me. I've felt lonely here.
Conny.
We'll take this, then.
Can you take this up front?
I don't give a shit about the rest, but this has to come.
Your brother can play for you. He's a real rocker!
She's sold that shit of a place, and so I had to quit my job.
If it didn't fuckin' work out, I'd be stuck as a farm- hand!
Start out as a hayseed in Blekinge!
''Hey boys... got any work for an old bum?''
Fuck it all... I'm through with beer and all that shit.
That's why I'm going along with it.
It's the main reason I got back on my feet.
Instead of being in a damned institution, I can be with Eva.
You could see that Stoffe's mum was a pisspot...
- and that Kenta's mum was a bit of a lush, too.
They hit the booze every day. It can't go on forever.
Especially if you're young, it's damn easy to become an alcoholic.
- Do you think you'll be okay yourself? - No.
- You don't? - No.
What will you do about it?
Nothing. I don't need to?
- Why not? - What's the point?
Mightn't you end up in a mess?
Mightn't you end up in a mess, if you don't?
Sure, but there's nothing I need put up with, if I don't want to.
Doesn't getting messed up worry you?
Getting messed up doesn't worry you?
Not at all. I'm counting on it.
Sure, getting smashed on the hard stuff, isn't real fun.
It's the pits. Either I try to give it up... [JAJJE IN "A RESPECTABLE LIFE, 1979]
Either I lay off or I just carry on.
It's make or break.
But I've still got a lot to offer.
I'm not completely stuffed yet. I'm still strong.
I still enjoy life.
I have a damn good time. I'm pretty cool.
[CARINA, JAJJE'S DAUGHTER] I had to make a lot of the decisions.
I learned very early what life was all about.
I'd seen a lot in my childhood: alcoholics and their lives.
I've also seen how regular Swedes live.
I had to look after myself for the first six years of my life.
It's been good.
It's made me strong.
You nobodies!
Go on, live here, for fuck's sake!
Goddamn scumbags!
I'm skippin' town! How fuckin' great is that!
Blekinge, here I come!
You can stick this place up your arse!
We're heading south to grow cotton!
Yep, that does it!
Eva-Lena Blondin.
Yeah, what you see is what you get.
Yes, the address is Ronneby Rd.
Fuck! What a lot of shit they've left behind!
It's a fuckin' timber floor!
- Eva! Eva! - Yes?
It's a wood floor up here.
I thought it was only downstairs. It just needs varnishing.
What luck with the floors!
Coz here I am in Hallabro...
Coz I got nowhere else to live
Not that I'll be earning dough
That's the last thing that I need,
What the hell have we done now?
Well, we're in a new place anyhow
Thinking we're the village swells
But Eva, manna don't fall from heaven
So how will it go, that I wonder
How shall it go?
Cheers on your 40th birthday! You're the best in this village.
- Well, now I'm forty. - What the hell have we done?
- Think we can make it work? - Relax, I'll make it work.
If you do the painting, wallpapering and renovating, I'll fix the rest.
I'll get the cafe going.
I'll be right behind you.
Don't worry. I've done the sums. It'll be all right.
- Have a flower. - Thank you.
Merry Christmas!
Coz we're much stronger than you think
We'll fix it all tonight
I grabbed myself by the scruff of the neck, so to speak.
People who lived in the country who believed in me, helped me.
They got me to believe in myself.
I knew I had strength...
...but not how much.
I've been basically sober for three years now.
I've got a steady job for the first time...
...since Stoffe and I worked for the Post Office in '66.
Kenta was with us then as well.
I've become a tax-paying member of society.
About time too, when I consider what I've cost society.
I've seen how the older guys...
...have shot up their dope and their heroin.
They don't seem to be doing all that well.
Why should I take that to drag me down?
Liquor is enough.
You know how hard THAT is.
Vodka or beer, it doesn't matter...
It's bad as an alcoholic.
You've got to live with it, and I've learned how.
Others think I have as well.
Are you an regular Swede now?
Those are rude words!
Closer to that than misfit, however you would describe that.
I always respected regular Swedes.
I just didn't know how they could stand it.
I do now. There's more to life than just loafing about.
About turn!
Left... turn!
Forward march!
There's nothing I hate more than racists and niggers!
Hi!
Kenta, he's here now.
Hi, how are you? Pleasant drive?
You're way out in the sticks.
Sticks? This is a metropolis!
- Are you hungry? - Just a bit.
Hi! The soldier's home! Welcome.
This'll be your room for now. You can pick which you want, later.
Okay? This is my room here.
Mum is close at hand then. Dad did all this, did he?
He's very capable. Did he do the wallpaper too?
Yes, he varnished the floors, painted and so on.
There's another room here.
- ls this the one you'll rent out? - Yeah.
- Good! Did he do this floor? - Yes. There are seven rooms.
- Really? - There's one left.
Granny came and helped us
and Mum went into hospital.
I couldn't manage. I was only 13 or so.
Kenta in "They Call Us Misfits" 1968
Mum went into hospital and Gran took my brother home with her.
I had to manage as best I could.
I was with some girls and I ate at their mum's house.
She was nice, their mum.
When I came home from school...
I had to do my homework in the woods.
They were always drinking and fighting and screaming at home.
How shall I put it...
It was pretty lively there at times.
It's restricting when your life is just with mum and her side of the family.
You repress the bad times.
And meeting Dad so seldom added to it.
He was quite calm then.
He still is, I guess. He's quite calm actually.
I don't remember all that much. Except for school and so on.
I played football a lot then.
I played quite a long time, until I was 18 or 19.
It was my thing, you could say. Sport.
Of course, I'd have liked to have had a dad who was with me all the time...
...since that was how it was for my friends.
The few times I've really been with him he's been pretty calm.
When I was going to move to Umea to try my luck as a salesman...
...my mother was hysterical, he was calm.
Whatever I've done, he's always been sure that I'd manage it.
My mother was always a bit unsure. It was always harder for her.
My father has been more calm in that respect.
Sure, we've had quarrels.
It's normal that things...
...get strained between father and son.
I've had it easier than him: I've had a family, as it were.
If you compare us.
Things were calmer for me than they were for him.
Where shall I go? I don't know where
Why, my friend, did it end this way?
When you know I love you Come what may
I moved home to my old mother
I live with her and my only brother
The two of you I'm not allowed to see
I hope Janne knows that his dad is me
When the boy grows up, how will things pan out?
That's something I daren't think about
The future I know nothing about
All I think about is my bottle of rum
One sunny day, how will things be?
Janne you'll just be a piece of shit like me
The future I know nothing about
You turn right for Holmsjo.
It's only a stone's throw from me.
When Stoffe died, his son was placed in a foster-home.
Oddly, this foster home was the other side of the forest...
...from the village where Kenta ended up.
Now we just have to find the boy.
His name is Andersson.
It's some sort of of Dissenters home.
We've got him. He's a car mechanic near here.
Car mechanic?!
That's right. It's over there.
There won't be a trilogy.
Over my dead body!
I'm telling you... There won't be a trilogy.
It's definitely the right place.
Keep at it.
There are two mechanic guys in there. One is so like Gustav. It's too much!
So come on in.
No, I've changed my mind.
Come on, damn it! Let's go in!
Let's just talk to him for a bit.
Or shall we forget the whole thing?
Why wouldn't you come in with me? Eh?
What's the point of coming?
We come all this way, and then you won't go in.
It was your idea to come! ''Stoffe's son lives there.''
Then you sit there like a dummy. You must be nuts!
What a waste of time!
You really fuckin' annoy me!
We come all this way and don't follow through. That bugs me.
You either finish what you start or forget about the whole thing.
I'm sorry, Stefan, but you're really bugging me.
Sitting there without a word doesn't make things any better.
I never told Kenta about Lena's phone call.
I admitted Lena was right.
Why couldn't I leave Janne in peace in his new home?
I knew he was doing well there.
I'd already been in contact with Patrik and Carina.
Carina was also a foster-child.
You should never take children from their parents.
You must have somebody you identify with.
It's terribly important.
You must have contact. Even if your parents are the pits.
You must be able to keep in touch, without somebody saying...
''You can't see your parents. They're not acceptable.''
Social Services decided that my mother was unsuitable.
My mother was in fact...
Initially... we had a good relationship.
When I went to my foster-parents, we kept in steady contact.
She visited me. I visited her.
Those were the happiest moments...
...in my life anyway.
The moments when we met. Everything felt so good then.
I didn't see how she was having a hard time.
I could only think about how happy I was to see her.
But...she did in fact have severe problems.
She couldn't get off liquor, and she used pills and so on.
People I've spoken to who knew her, really liked her.
She had a wonderful personality.
Everybody liked her.
But I guess I've built up an idealised picture of her.
She probably wasn't as good as I'd have liked her to be.
And...well...
She's dead now.
Yes. She died when I was 12.
It was...a very sensitive period.
I was... depressed for years afterwards.
I couldn't talk about it with my foster-parents.
We've never really discussed things.
I've never talked about my thoughts and feelings.
It was very difficult. My friends suffered as a result.
I became quarrelsome and aggressive towards them.
With them, instead of...
Instead of...talking about it...
...I became quarrelsome...
But there are people who were always there for me, and have supported me.
They saw through me.
Through the superficial personality that I'd adopted.
Those who saw through me are still with me.
They have meant a lot to me.
They were the ones I could talk to.
So I got over it after a few years.
Now...
...I have the memories left.
But I've also realised...
...you have to look forward, after things like that.
I've dwelt on the past too much.
But now I've been through it all from start to finish.
I've begun to realize who I am.
We're more like pals now.
We weren't previously. I was a mummy's boy.
When Mum moved to Blekinge...
...it was a bit tough at first.
Leaving home, lots to think about, military service...
I sort of felt abandoned.
It feels fine now. I can talk calmly with them.
There isn't the same pressure...
Getting up, tidying up...
...all the usual ''mummy'' stuff.
Now they've moved...
...and I live on my own, it feels really good.
We're more on the same level...
...so I respect their rules...
...and behave as they expect.
It feels good. We're like equals.
I often met him when I was little...
...until I went to my foster-parents.
Then he didn't want to interfere in my life.
He knew he couldn't be responsible for me.
He thought it better that I was brought up in a secure family.
So he stayed out of the way all the time.
But my aunt had met him, gave me his phone number and I rang him.
Ten years had passed. I was 16.
I rang him, we talked for ages and we were both really happy.
We almost cried. So we decided to meet.
It was fun. I discovered how incredibly similar we are.
Even though I grew up without him...
...there's a lot of him in me.
It's almost frightening!
But there's also the situation that he's an alcoholic.
It's hard enough for him to be responsible for himself.
I've noticed that he would quite like to take care of me in some way.
Although... I...
But obviously I like him 'coz he's my dad.
I suppose everybody's the same.
Even if you don't have ideal parents, you love them anyway.
No, I don't think there's much to be angry about.
I mean...
Hate doesn't get you anywhere.
I've never been someone who bears a grudge.
My mother and I...
...can be screaming at each other and then she makes me a sandwich.
I don't think there's much to be angry about any more.
I've never hated anyone.
De-mobbed! De-mobbed! De-mobbed!
No more nashos!
De-mobbed, de-mobbed, de-mobbed!
I need a hand.
I'll hold it.
Me and my dirty fingers!
Up a bit. That's it.
Now it goes round.
You can let go now.
Let go.
Now it's straight.
A bit to the left.
A bit that way.
A little bit higher up.
A little bit that way.
- There! - There? Got it.
I'll go borrow a ladder.
This is the shop at the ''Crazy House'' boarding house.
Or rather, will be.
This is a sample. Something for mum.
This is a mirror that laughs when you look at it.
This is a toy for adults.
It moulds your face or whatever. What a sight I look!
We've got dancing figures and stuff.
These are tops... Perfumed panties!
A musical beer glass.
It plays a drinking song and blinks.
It stops when you put it down.
This machine prints T- shirts... names, pictures or whatever.
And this of course... is for bad weather.
So there's little to choose from.
Six calls.
Three orders, three renewals.
14,900 plus 7,950...
...plus 2,130. What does that make?
24,900. That's fine.
No, there were a lot of returns.
I'll ring Erik tonight anyway.
No...
Fine! Bye.
Hello, mate! This is Patrik.
How are things?
I've finished. It's gone well.
Sales have gone well today.
Where are you?
I'm on the ring road.
I was seeing a customer.
Don't know. No more clients to see. What are you doing?
I thought we could have a snack or a beer or something.
Let's meet at the cafe.
In half an hour.
I was thinking of looking at a boat. I'll see you there.
I'll do it tomorrow instead.
It's twenty to... I'll see you there at ten past.
Doddo and Patrik have been friends since they were little kids.
They grew up in adjacent tower blocks.
What does money mean to you?
I'd like to able to say ''not much'', but obviously it means a lot.
I like nice things, nice cars...
...a nice place to live, doing what I want.
I don't think about it, as I have the money.
I can eat out when I want...
...travel where I want and so on. Sure, it means a lot.
I'm a salesman because you make a lot of contacts.
That's useful if you want to start out on your own.
It's worth it, even if you have to work hard.
Most people with their own business feel that way.
It's freedom.
Freedom for what?
To decide your own fate.
The more you work the better things go and vice versa.
There are pros and cons of course...
You have to work very hard but you make the decisions.
What do you think makes life worthwhile?
That depends...
...doing well for yourself, most of all.
If you start a family by and by...
...you must be able to supply what they need.
I don't know...it's hard to say.
So many things are important.
Especially if you're young...
...you have an urge to own things. At least I do.
When Patrik and I were in school, when we were younger...
...we were very competitive at sports...
Not so much in class-marks...
...but in all the sports we played.
I think that now that we're older, you reach a stage...
...where you want to be the best at what you do...
And I think Patrik also wants to be a winner.
You want to succeed in what you do...
...whether it's sports or a career, whichever you choose.
I think Patrik has the same attitude:
Success is important.
Does money have anything to do with this?
Sure, money is obviously evidence of success...
...or a certain degree of success.
That's how it is. Money means so much for so many people...
...even if they won't admit it.
What's the money for?
It makes things incredibly...
It makes things very simple.
You don't have to think about it.
You can eat out, travel or buy things when you want.
I think everybody is aware of that freedom.
You don't have to sit at home because you have no money.
It really is freedom, I think.
I don't know why I was so worried about this generation.
I don't know where I got the idea from...
...but I thought these children had no chance at all...
Were simply worthless.
I must have read too many books on today's social inheritance.
Nobody is doomed in advance to be a failure.
- Congratulations! - Thanks!
Here's a ring. Take care of it.
Kattis, you have cleared the first hurdle
I want to know everything about what I do... What happens where.
I want to know everything about the business I'm in.
Then we'll have to see if I can handle it after a while.
Will you be a loser if you don't achieve that control?
I'll make it.
I want to have my own company and earn a lot of money.
I'll see that I do it, however long it takes..
...even if it takes till I'm 70, but I'll do it.
ROOM
Things didn't work out as we'd imagined.
We'd imagined a cafe and boarding-house... but...
Coffee at "Borjes" in Tingsryd costs 1.50. 5 kronor with a bun.
Could we charge such prices? We had to forget it.
Two other girls opened a cafe in the village...
...and we can see how it's gone for them!
The boarding-house hasn't got anywhere...
Only a few guests.
Mostly Germans sleeping 4 to a room...
...who thought 250 per night was dear.
In Tingsryd, you get a modern hotel with cable TV for 300 a night.
It's just not on. It can't work.
I don't know if I can take this much longer.
It's not what I thought it would be like.
So long as there was something to fix up around the place...
...the days passed by nicely.
There was something to keep me occupied.
Now there's fuck-all left to do.
Sometimes I fuckin' wake up and think... ''Time to pack up and go.''
At the same time, I don't want to be a coward.
Plus, Eva's been such a good friend.
We went into this together.
We had these great dreams...
Open a hotel and strut about like lords of the village.
But we had no customers.
Apart from Eva's relatives,
...who didn't pay and just stuffed themselves!
That's the sort of guests we had! No wonder it's called ''Crazy House'' !
Fuck it all... I'm of two minds...
...but it it really is damned difficult.
And I know that if I move back to the city, I'll be fucked.
Stuck in that damned box again!
You might want to go home but at the same time you think...
''What have I got to look forward to?''
I'd have a job. But what then?
Work until 4, get half drunk until 6. Go home. Watch TV. Sleep.
Not much of a choice.
The thing with me is, I have to have something to do, in order to cope.
It more or less started when we moved here.
Nokia Data closed. 200 unemployed. Then it got worse:
One firm after another closed down.
It's bad everywhere, but it's worst here in Blekinge.
And here we landed.
We just don't know what we'll do.
All our original plans... have withered on the vine.
Fuck it... it's all just too much.
At the time we met, so, here I came
But guys and dolls, now you're going there.
All I wanted, you see was a quiet place to go
But you can't find that In Hallabro
Now I'm leaving this burg, leaving Hallabro
All I wanted to have was a quiet place to go
When all you get are dirty looks...
Then you know that home is far away
So I'm checking out from Hallabro
I'd rather live outside Stockholm in Bålsta or Bro
I'm coming back, you people in town
So get out of the way, Gunde Svan
Coz I'm checking out from Hallabro Where nobody sane should ever go
I'm leaving little Hallabro Where nobody sane should ever go
I tried to find Somewhere quiet to go
I didn't find it in Hallabro
They say that misfits act assertively.
It's to show we have rights too. That's why we do what we do.
If the state doesn't care for us, we don't care for the state.
Otherwise we demolish the town hall.
There'll be war between the misfits and the cops, sooner or later.
They won't stand a chance. I'll go bomb the local police station.
Nice stuff is one aspect.
All young people today want nice new things.
I'm no different from them.
Everything from a new TV, a new car, smart new clothes...
...and being able to travel abroad a lot.
What I really want, is a secure life.
I'd like to have work that I enjoy...
...work that is more like a hobby than working to earn money.
I need unrestricted, independent work.
I've always said that I wanted to move back to Stockholm.
Stockholm is a city where you're a bit more anonymous.
It's hard in smaller towns, where there's so much gossip.
Everyone knows everyone, and gossips about each other.
But, that's what I want...
...a secure life.
I'll always be a misfit and I'm damned proud of it.
I'm Sweden's poorest vagabond.
Subtitles by FatPlank for KG