"What's the matter?" "He can't know I'm here." "Break up with him!" "I can't." "He'd get really sad." "Come sit down." "Make up your mind, now." "Him or us?" "It's not worth it." "I don't want to get beat up." "So, you're going to miss it?" "No..." "But maybe I should remove my makeup." "Damn it." "Hey, cunt!" "Do you know how ugly you are, you cunt?" "What?" "Did you say something, you ugly fucking cunt?" "EBBA GRÖN CONCERT CANCELLED" "You ugly fuck!" "You disgusting cunt!" "What did I do?" "Stop it!" "Shut up!" "Shut the fuck up!" "You're just disgusting!" "Do you know how ugly you are, cunt?" "You're so fucking disgusting!" "You punk rockers are so ugly." "I'm sick of you all!" "I try to always look my fans in the eye." "To not forget about them." "You have to stay humble, even if you know you're being worshipped by a lot of people." "I try to keep that in mind when it gets to be too much." "Who's eating with us?" "What's he doing here?" "You invite someone who hit your sister?" "He cut my hair off." "That was two years ago." "And he regrets it." "He never told me that." "No, well...he's shy." "Shy?" "He's nice when he's not drinking." "He's not nice, he's a pig." "I'm pregnant." "By him?" "Why don't you say it out loud?" "He doesn't know yet." "I can tell him, if you like." "Abra, you'll get beat up if you look like that." "Was he the only one who would fuck you?" "Stop acting like a rock star, you'll never be one." "Get yourself a damned boyfriend." "Just a tip." "Micke!" "You got a cord?" "Hi." "Micke!" "Did you have a cord?" "There are maybe ten people there." "No point in waiting for more." "There's plenty of people outside." "Yeah, I know." "They only come in when there's 50's style rock 'n roll." "Thank God I moved out of here." "I'm visiting." "Do you play with the band?" "Oh, no way." "That's not my kind of music." "I know the roadie." "Could you give them this?" "It's got my songs on it." "Sure." "Maybe I'll see you later?" "Who the hell was that?" ""Who the hell was that?"" "Who the hell did that?" ""Who the hell did that?"" "It was him." "God damned punk rocker whore!" "You bitch!" "Stop it!" "Come on!" "Get on!" "What a bunch of inbred hicks." "Now you know why I moved." "Where are you going?" "Gothenburg." "Where do you live?" "I live there too, in Majorna." "Can I go with you?" "What are you doing?" "Are you drunk?" "I'm moving to Gothenburg." "You don't know anyone there." "Like I know anyone here." "Who are those guys?" "They heard my demo." "If I move to Gothenburg, I'll get signed." "You're lying." "My single is out by Christmas." "You'll be back when your money runs out." "You're so immature!" "Get yourself a damned boyfriend." "So you listened to it?" "What did you think?" "You can't polish a turd." "That's pretty much what I thought." "Hi." "I am so out of shape." "Is he your boyfriend?" "Him?" "No, we're fuck buddies." "Fuck buddies?" "That's right." "What's the best concert you've been to?" "Oh, right..." "I don't know which one to pick." "Ebba Grön two years ago, at the park stage back home." "They really rocked." "What about you?" "The Clash at Isstadion or Iggy at Draken." "It's kind of hard to choose." "But I prefer small gigs at Errol's." "Errol's?" "You've been there, right?" "Of course, I thought you said..." "I've been there lots of times." "Stop, Micke." "I need to take a leak." "First record?" "Wait..." "Mine was ELO's New World Record." "Mine too!" "It's so great!" "No, they suck." "I have it on tape, let's listen." "They suck so bad." "Could you please be quiet?" "Come on, sing." "I prefer listening." "It's been so long since I heard it." "Come on, sing." "You'll have to get off here." "We're not going to Majorna." "Here." "Thanks." "Here's one for the road." "Can't you give me your number, and maybe we'll hook up some day?" "Thanks." "Wait a second." "Can I borrow the demo with your songs?" "Well, goodbye." "Bye." "Excuse me, do you know where Errol's is?" "The age limit is 20." "Yeah." "I am 20." "Have you got ID?" "No, but I have stuff for the band." "What band?" "Lolita Pop." "They'll be here next week." " Hey." "No way were they 20." "Go home and go to bed." "Hi, it's Abra." "We met at..." "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean to wake you." "I've got a slight problem." "Well, a big problem." "I've lost my keys." "I thought I'd ask if I could..." "I only had mulled wine." "That's alright." "I was at Errol's until they closed and when I was getting my bag from coat check..." "...my stuff was gone." "I've never seen coat check there." "It's not really coat check, but..." "What?" "Never mind." "What's the song about?" "I meant for it to be a bit like..." "Like a kick in the groin of the establishment." "Yeah, I can tell." "Can I stay here a while?" "I keep fighting with my sister." "Sure, you can take the mattress..." "Fuck!" "You're heating mulled wine in the oven?" "Yeah, the hot plates are busted." "They're gonna tear this place down." "There's not even a laundry room." "Screw it." "We're ranked as low as you can get." "Below even dogs." "And I only got half of my accommodation allowance." "Pigs." "Where the hell is Sweden headed?" "You have to wonder." "Do you sort by name or style?" "Preparty, party, after party and weekdays." "Hello, what happened here?" "I had to buy it." "We were parodying him in school." "I don't listen to Lundell." "And it just came with an autograph?" "Bye, Uffe!" "If you come back, I'll call the exterminators." "I have to go pee." "Hey!" "Should we start a band?" "Of course we should." "When do we start?" "But we really have to go for it." "Of course." "How about a single by Christmas?" "That sounds awesome." "And no boyfriends." "Hell no!" "Wait..." "What did you just say?" "The band always breaks up if someone has a boyfriend." "Yeah." "So, for how long?" "Until the single is out." "No, I'll just get depressed." "That's a good thing." "There are no good songwriters who aren't super depressed." "All the time." "Your mind is warped, but okay." "Okay." "GIRL BAND SEEKS DRUMMER PUNK, GARAGE, NO SYNTHS" "Hi, do you have the new Herreys album?" "She played the bass for Gothenburg's first girl punk band, Svarta Ada." "They were great." "How good were they?" "Don't know." "They never released anything." "But they were great." "Let's ask her to play with us." "No!" "She's too big for us." "She's a legend." "That was a long smoke break." "No matter, we'll deduct it from your paycheck." "Try the brand Glenn, they're shorter." "Line up those sausages." "I think of him when I screw Piffen." "I tried getting him at the Christmas party." "He didn't laugh at a single joke of mine." "No sense of humor." "Have you got a light?" "Yeah." "How come you're not in this ugly outfit?" "I just refuse to wear them." "I won't take any shit." "Same here." "I don't take shit either." "The last time I took shit was at my last job." "And I just told myself that I wasn't going to take any shit." "And then I stopped." "Okay." "What are you listening to?" "My own music." "It'll be out as a single before Christmas." "That's you singing, right?" "You've got a good voice." "Thanks." "You should write a song about the serfs here at the sausage..." "Are you aware you've smoked away half the working day now?" "To make up for it, do my laundry." "Iron it and fold it." "If you have a sewing machine, fix the yellow pants." "If you don't have a sewing machine, get one." "Got it?" "Good." "I'm not the kind of person who likes to be hurtful." "But I have to be honest." "I think it's kind of lame." "The lyrics are lame, and it's slow." "You have to mean what you write." "You have to be honest when making music." "I know I am." "We're supposed to sound like pissed-off rabid dogs." "I can't believe I wrote that." "But I wrote it." "I mean the lyrics." "Have you heard that radio show "Bommen"?" "Let's send them our demo." "Yeah." "Millan." "You can't call here now." "We're waiting for answers to our ad." "Should we add drums to it?" "They're Piffen's." "I can't play." "I don't believe you." "That's his thing." "I'm..." "Millan." "I told you you can't call right now!" "We're waiting for drummers and bass players to call." "Bye!" "Is my sister there?" "Hi, it's me." "Yeah, I have an apartment now." "The record company got it for me." "They really believe in me." "I'll have a single out by Christmas." "I have a girl playing guitar with me, Millan." "We have some gigs, too." "We're getting a following." "They sing along and know the lyrics." "If no one calls, we have to let guys in the band." "And we'll be their backup singers within a week." "Check it out." "Lundell?" "No way." "Did you see that?" "He waved at me." "That's awesome." "Not interested in guys, huh?" "Of course I am." "Have you ever...?" "Ever what?" "You know." "Have you ever fucked?" "No, I haven't." "Not even once?" "Not even a little bit?" "There's nobody to do it with where I'm from." "Wait!" "What about petting?" "But you have made out, right?" "I have to make a call." "But you've kissed, right?" "Millan, please." "ROOM TO RENT CHEAP, CENTRAL LOCATION" "BAND SEEKS BASS PLAYER  DRUMMER" "Could one of the two of you maybe stay for a while and have a bit of sex with me?" "Wait, wait!" "Hi!" "Hello." "Check this out." "This is cool." "Kind of like Iggy." "Here's the sleeve picture." "What should we call the band?" "Something weird." "Like "Give the Kid a Trailer" or "Puking Helicopter"." "It's too bad that "Tattooed Cop Cocks" is taken." ""Never Mind the Ass Juice"?" "Or "God Save the King"." "Like it?" "We're God Save the King!" "Show us your boobies!" "Show us your boobies!" "You little shit!" "You'd better apologize!" "Let's change our style." "Why?" "Even the ladies at work have punk hairdos." "It's not cool anymore." "Abra, we can't change just because some 1 3-year-old doesn't like us." "We have to fight for this." "What about those who do like us?" "Take this, hold it out." " Cigarettes!" "Cigarettes!" "Come on, will you?" "Thanks." "Could you write your band name on my back?" "Our single is out by Christmas." "Really?" "Thank you." "Strindberg's playing "Bombparty"." "Time for the demo of the week, from Gothenburg." "The band Is called God Save the King." "They are Millan Olsson..." "That's me." "And I can't read the other name." "Can't he read?" "I wrote it real nice." "Here's "Fa-fa-fabriken"." "I have to call my sister." "What are they doing outside, instead of listening to the radio?" "Come on!" "Hurry!" "Never mind, he's over 30." "They're listening to it here." "And they have no clue they're my neighbors." "That was the demo of the week with God Save the King." "Wait!" "Thank you, Roskilde!" "See you again next year!" "Thank you, you've been a great audience!" "I'll be right there!" "Relax, damn it!" "You can't come in." "But you look so nice." "Alright, come on in." "Abra?" "Piffen needs to talk for a bit." "He just broke up with his girlfriend, so it's kind of private." "Do you mind sitting in the kitchen?" "The kitchen?" "It's really sensitive." "He needs someone to talk to." "Can't you guys sit in the kitchen?" "Please?" "Everything okay?" "Yeah." "I'm just taking my clothes." "Nothing happened, you know." "Can't you go to the movies?" "Oh, fun." "Hi." "Did you rent the room, or could I...?" "Here you go." "It's much too big." "That's Ronny, philosophy student, when he can get around to it." "Ronny." "Hey, Ronny!" "Wake up." "He's got the clap." "I see." "What a hassle." "I was thinking 500." "A third of the rent, basically." "It's a large, airy closet." "And the bed is pretty much unused." "Do you want to hear the song?" "What song?" "You said I should write a song about the sausage factory." "Who knows, it might be the single b-side." "It's good." "So, what do you think of Lundell?" "I guess he's done some good stuff." "Some?" "He's a damned genius." "Thinking about it, some of his stuff is really, really good." "Almost gives you goose bumps." "Exactly." "This is where I live." "The world's loneliest job." "Lundell wrote his novel "Jack" on the same machine." "What, that one?" "No, the same model." "Are you writing a book?" "A novel." "I see." "Is it difficult?" "No." "It pours out of my fingers onto the keys." "Just like that." "It can't be controlled." "I just can't find a name for the protagonist's girlfriend." "Abra is a pretty good name." "Can I use that?" "Sure." "I made it." " Hi." "Check it out, I got my driver's license!" "Man, you're great." "You did it." "I'm so damned happy." "First try?" "Yeah!" "Abra is here for the room." "Hi, I'm Karin." "Are you going to rent it?" "I haven't decided yet." "I'm checking out some different places." "We'll see." "I'll call you, if..." "Okay." "To all of you who've written in requesting Alphaville in Rocksugen:" "Forget it." "They can't be there and in our top ten for the third week." "People just love crap." "What's the point of making music if that's 1?" "Anyone could write this." "Let's do that, take the money..." "...and then release something good." "You can't be serious." "Like I'd touch a synthesizer." "Damn right wing piano." "Millan." "Yes, that's me." "Okay." "Yeah, I know where that is." "We'll be there as soon as we can." "Bye." "Well, tell me." "Tell me!" "Just a girl answering the ad." "Come on." "That's enough, thank you." "That's a synthesizer." "The ad said "No synthesizers"." "I have my own PA." "It works great, so we can use that." "I figured we'd experiment and come up with something new." "You could try..." "..." "Gospel Punk." "Interesting." "Or this." "Synthesizer Punk." "You're very accomplished." "And I make my own stage outfits." "How about it?" "No thanks." "We're Punk." "Great." "Great?" "Yeah, that's really great." "What's your name?" "Gloria?" "I'll call you." "Millan!" "I thought we liked the same music." "She's got a PA!" "What's the point if the music sucks?" "No synthesizers in our band." "You're so narrow-minded." "I'm honest." "That's what Punk is." "Don't you get it?" "Punk will be over before we've started." "I don't give a fuck." "I'm Punk, and I will be forever." "How Punk is it that Piffen decides if you can drum or not?" "Give me the key." "You've been brainwashed by the right." "And the record contract?" "Screw that." "Where am I supposed to live?" "Millan!" "Could I sleep here?" "Just until Millan calms down?" "I don't think so, because my parents are getting divorced." "Hi." "Alright, then..." "Come on, those are your sausages." "What are you up to?" "What's going on?" "Haven't I told you about lining them up?" "Are you deaf, or just stupid?" "Maybe you're retarded." "What the hell have I done to you?" "I'm not taking more shit from you!" "Who wants a crappy job like this?" "Settle down, Abra." "You're the honest one, but you never mention you hate him too." "I'm an adult." "I don't need some Hitler watching over me." "Please sign there." "Well, maybe not Hitler..." "Maybe Mussolini?" "If I stained your clothes, I can buy new ones." "I don't think we share tastes." "What if I apologize?" "I'm not planning to throw sausages at you again." "I wouldn't do that." "Sign it." "Please?" "Wait!" "GOTHENBURG" "I have to come with you." "I know you're there, I can see your feet." "Let's be friends again." "Do it now." "I'm too nervous." "She's huge." "She gets in everywhere." "She could sink us, Abra." "Hi." "Hey there." "Do you still play the bass?" "What do you mean?" "Didn't you play with Svarta Ada?" "Yeah." "Did you hear us?" "Hell yeah." "You were great." "Our band needs a bass player." "Are you available?" "Was that your song on the radio?" "It was pretty good." "How'd you know it was us?" "It's written on your back." "Oh, right." "Well?" "I don't really have time." "I could help you get started." "Do you have a drummer?" "No." "Yes, we have." "That's me." "Well, there you go." "Line up." "The first picture is important." "It always becomes a collector's item." "Alright, look pissed off." "Why?" "We're not a party band." "You can still be happy." "Nine out of ten good singles have pissed-off sleeves." "You want to go to Errol's?" "I'll get you in." "One more time, one more time!" "We'll be up there one day." "I feel sorry for them." "Who?" "The roadies, slaving away." "No one likes them." "I have a present for you." "Abra?" "It's my way of thanking you for letting me join the band." "Thanks." "Does it fit you?" "Abra!" "You look great!" "Come out and let me see you." "Incredible, Abra." "You look great!" "Turn around." "It looks great." "I was trying for Punk when I made it." "It's really nice." "Aren't you wearing it right away?" "Maybe tomorrow." "I have my clothes." "I can take them in my bag." "You can wear it now." "I really don't think so." "You could at least wear the jacket." "I had to." "I'll make some for you, too." "Do you want a drink?" "Can't afford it." "I'm out of work." "The record store needs people." "Really?" "I love records." "Bar-Johnny wants you in his office." "Why?" "Why?" "Few get to go there." "He knows music industry people." "Go." "Hi." "Sit down." "Did you book Tacky Tom?" "Yeah." "They were really good." "We have a band that..." "Don't talk so much." "You're cuter when you're quiet." "People talk so much these days." "I don't think so." "Come on..." "I really don't think so." "Come on." "What were you expecting?" "How do you think I got gigs here?" "I know he's disgusting." "Did he get pissed off?" "Is he still in there?" "Does Isa like me, you think?" "Don't know." "Have you seen Millan?" "No." "What do you think Millan thinks of me?" "She loves you." "So does Isa, and I do too." "If you don't like the jacket, I can make some alterations." "Millan?" "Millan?" "ROOM FOR RENT CHEAP, CENTRAL LOCATION" "I'm sorry, I was getting something." "Do you want tea?" "We were just making some." "No, I just had some." "I don't drink tea." "Good." "I don't have any." "Bye." "Bye." "How did it go with Dickan?" "It didn't work out." "Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" "Does he?" "The blond one he was with." "That's his sister Karin." "I think this is for the best." "I don't want him anyway." "I really don't mind." "I think it's good we're not a couple." "Were you ever a couple?" "No." "I'd be sad if that was the case." "Now I'm happy." "That's nice." "Yes, it's really nice." "Where are my cigarettes?" "Did you tidy up in here?" "Now I can't find a thing." "You can't just tidy up without asking." "What if I came to your house and tidied up?" "Would you like that?" "Seriously, you can't stay here for the rest of your life." "Get a life." "Hi." "I've made up my mind." "Excuse me." "Ronny fell asleep over Hegel." "You want some wine?" "It's only ten past two." "We can wait until quarter past." "How's the single coming?" "Have you recorded it yet?" "We haven't really decided on the song." "And I have writer's block right now." "I know the feeling." "How old are you?" "Twenty-two." "Just wait until you're twenty-five." "That's when the demons swoop in." "Demons?" "I try to capture that in the novel." "I see." "What's it about?" "I don't want to talk too much about it, because that makes it go flat." "But it's kind of a novel to define a generation." "Is her name still Abra?" "What?" "You wanted my name for the book." "Right." "Exactly." "A toast to your novel getting up there." "And for my band too." "Up there?" "Up there." "They're going up there." "Well, look at it." "I am looking." "Hi, it's me." "I've moved in with a guy." "Yeah, he's a writer." "He's really in love with me." "Is he writing a book about you?" "Yes." "Never mind, forget it." "Want to hear a new song?" "Abra, not in here." "It's just so beautiful." "Want to know what I think?" "It's kind of lame." "Didn't you hate ballads?" "No, you did." "No, it was you." "And no boyfriend before the record." "You don't think we're a couple?" "You don't get it." "When do I get the rent money?" "You're behind." "I'll start adding interest soon." " Hey." "I got us a gig that might lead to a TV spot." "Bar-Johnny knows a TV-producer whose sister is getting married." "That's huge." "Huge?" "Not really." "The pay sucks, but if it gets us on TV, that could lead to a record deal." "Record deal?" "Does anyone have a car?" "It's kind of far away." "I don't even have a license." "I don't have a license - it's matter of principle." "I can be a trainee driver in three months." "Interesting." "Is anyone taking notes?" "Abra, don't be nice to guys with bad taste in music." "They might as well go elsewhere." "He bought some Bowie." "It's pronounced "Bauey"." "Early Bowie is fine, but not "Let's Dance"." "I'll keep that in mind." "Good." "You do know how to get pocket money, right?" "I mean how to steal from the till." "But Roffe's right there." "He doesn't notice anything, as stoned as he is." "Flip this one over, so the customer doesn't see the total then you punch in 50 instead of 59, and split the difference for yourself." "I don't think so." "Give it a shot." "I've been paid." "Do you want some wine?" "I have two bottles." "So, it's not supposed to rhyme?" "No." "That song was really good." "When can I read your book?" "It's hard to say when it'll be done." "It's a process." "A painful process." "It's a bit more complex than just writing a song." "Not that writing a song is easy." "I didn't mean that." "Does Abra fall for anyone in the book?" "So, how old are you?" "Why do you ask?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-two." "You're lying." "No, I'm not." "Your ID says you're nineteen." "Did you go through my wallet?" "That's low!" "Abra!" "Dickan, I was going to rent a video player." "Want to chip in?" "Lend me your car, Ronny." "Wait, wait, wait!" "So, what was the point of this song?" "I guess we wanted it to be a boil on the ass of the establishment." "At a wedding?" "A boil on the ass?" "That's gross." "I think the song's great." "Especially the lyric." "And who wrote that?" "That would be me." "Seriously, here's some advice:" "drop the Punk thing." "It's dead." "Record companies want new stuff." "Then I'm out." "I have a new song." "And change the name." "God Save the King?" "How about Lola Wants to Dance?" "No?" "Alright then." "Next item:" "who's going to call ABF?" "You call them, say that we're a study group of six or so." "And then we get money." "It's for equipment, but we'll just split it." "How does your song sound, Gloria?" "Really great song, Gloria." "Thank you." "Wait a second." "Are we some party band now?" "I won't have that." "Then look for another band." "Sorry." "I didn't mean it that way." "Right." "It's not like I asked him to pick me up." "Maybe he means me." "Wait." "I have to give him the key." "I forgot." "Is that her boyfriend?" "No, she just lives with him." "He's nuts." "He's writing a book about her." "Okay..." "You know, I..." "I don't usually go through people's wallets." "I'm sorry." "Did you wait here for three hours?" "You're not allergic, I hope." "Hey there." "I have kind of a weird question." "Could you drive us to a gig on Saturday?" "Not a problem." "I probably should leave you alone." "Isa!" "Don't mention it to Millan." "Don't tell Millan anything about us." "That's got to be the TV producer." "Hi, I'm Stefan Bergwall." "Toastmaster, brother of the bride." "I'm not in the band." "I'm the driver." "So, who runs the show?" "That would be me." "Hi." "Oh." "I thought I'd booked a regular band." "Are you going to look like that?" "Don't you have stage clothes?" "Yeah, but we'll change into them later." "I'm not dressing up for some upper-class wedding." "He's a TV producer." "Yeah, come on." "You can sit in the kitchen until you go on." "The kitchen?" "What the fuck?" "That's fine - thank you." "Why are we in the kitchen?" "Rock bands deserve a dressing room." "Look what the staff lent me." "They might not be the right size..." "Maybe I can find a sewing machine." "Please, no sewing now." "Dearest bride and groom, dearest friends." "Time for some live music, but first...what was it?" "Oh, right!" "Drinks can be bought in the bar." "We have a bucket there where you can put money for the honeymoon." "And now, time for some live music." "Featuring the orchestra Molly Wants to Dance." "Come on!" "Hello." "Could you please..." "Could you...?" "Thanks." "How about playing something we know?" "Don't you know any hit songs?" "No." "House of the Rising Sun?" "No." "Sweet Home Alabama?" "Sorry." "Not House of the Rising Sun..." "How about Johnny B. Goode?" "We should know that." "Good, let's do it." "Well, my friends..." "Right-wing fuck!" "You'd better apologize, Millan." "He should be apologizing!" "Look, there's lots left." "You were fucking great." "You have to teach me to play the drums." "I'd love to." "You've got something there." "Aren't you driving back?" " What was so funny about that?" "I'm sorry." "Wait, Dickan." "Are you going to smoke?" "We hope we didn't ruin the party." "No, that's alright." "It worked out in the end." "What's working in TV like?" "It's not awful." "What show do you do?" "What do you mean?" "You're a TV producer, right?" "Me?" "No, I'm an accountant." "Head accountant." "I'll just get our money, and then we can leave." "What about Millan?" "Her drums need to be loaded." "We have to get going." "We'll be right there." "What are you doing?" "Let him go." "What do you mean?" "Let him go." "Are you slow?" "I feel sick." "Look, you woke him up." "Stop, I have to puke." "How are you doing, honey?" "I hate puking." "You're doing well." "I know the feeling, just get it out." "Stop babying him." "He can puke by himself." "Maybe you can think of someone other than you?" "You'll make a great little housewife." "Excuse me?" "You're good at caring for drunks." "What the hell?" "You're just an annoying little housewife dressed all Punk." "God damn you, Abra!" "Can I say something?" "No one wants to listen to you!" "Millan, I'm real tired of you and your..." "What are you doing?" "Did she have a driver's license?" "I'm never going to drink ever again." "Where did you sleep?" "At Millan's." "So now you're a member of club gonorrhea." "She's screwed 2000 roadies." "I slept at her house." "Nothing more than that." "So, we're a couple, you and I?" "I hadn't noticed." "If we are, I think you should show it." "Tant Strul have cancelled their gig on Friday." "I was thinking that you guys could play instead of them." "Come on, talk into the mike for a bit." "How did it go?" "Didn't you do anything?" "You can go talk into the mike." "Have you seen Dickan?" "Nope." "Abra at Dickan's house." "Hold on." "I hope you're sitting down." "We're playing at Errol's tomorrow." "I'll call in sick, cause we need to rehearse." "We'll talk later." "Who are they?" "The singer is Bar-Johnny's brother." "They didn't have a rehearsal room." "I'm wasted." "I've been sewing all night." "This one is for you, Isa." "And for you, Abra..." "Where's Millan?" "No idea." "She's not picking up the phone." "Hello." " Hi, guys." "I'm Leif Gustafsson from ABF and The Women Can Do It Foundation." "I wanted to check on your study group." "There's supposed to be eight band members." "Where are the others?" "They've all got the flu." "Like the horn section." "Right, and the drummer too." "But I have a drum machine." "Alright, lets go." "Very good." "You there - on the bass." "You've really got good feel." "Thank you." "Great periodization." "Amazing." "And you singing and playing the guitar..." "The guitar isn't your main instrument, is it?" "Stop it." "This isn't funny." "Be quiet over there." "I can set up some lessons for you, if you like." "No, I don't need that." "It's too cold in here for my fingers." "And maybe someone else should sing, to make it fair." "Can you sing?" "Me?" "Okay." "What's that hanging there?" "Stage outfits that I've made." "Why aren't you wearing them?" "Put them on, and let's go." "He shows up once a term, so we won't see him for a while." "Does Millan know about the gig?" "She's not answering the phone." "We should go to her house." "I did." "She didn't want to play." "I can get another drummer." "For tonight?" "You can learn these songs at sound check." "It's not the same without Millan." "Tell Abra." "She started it." "Did I start it?" "Can't we just stop fighting?" "It's not a fight." "It's a constructive discussion." "Hi." "We're playing at Errol's tonight." "I'm working nights, I need my sleep." "You have to do this." "I don't want to, okay?" "It's Errol's." "Our dream." "I don't want to be in your dreams!" "Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?" "You..." "You've been lying to me." "Who was that?" "Is it Dickan?" "None of your business." "What are you guys doing?" "Hi." "Everything good with you?" "Things are good with me too." "I was gonna tour with Uggla, but he cancelled, so..." "Here's mail for you." "Call them." "You could get your Christmas single." "Maybe a ballad?" "Hello?" "Dickan?" "Dickan?" "He's not here." "I received a letter from you, because you'd heard my band on the radio." "We're playing at Errol's tonight." "I could put you on the guest list." "Check this out." "A whole crate, all ours." "That's the drummer." "He knows the songs." "His name is Martin." "Morgan." "Right." "Hi, Johan Ekwall from Nacksving." "Hi." "I'm Abra." "And you're Millan?" "Exactly." "Glad you could come." "I hope it goes well." "We can talk later." "Why did you say I was Millan?" "I didn't want to confuse him." "Because it was Millan and I who sent the tape in." "And what with the record deal, and everything..." "Why didn't you introduce me?" "You could stick your hand out." "Are you feeling good?" "Unfortunately, Tant Strul had to cancel tonight." "But we hope we've found an adequate replacement." "I rented Rumble Fish." "Ronny, did you put this here?" "What?" "I LIKE YOU" "Have you seen Abra?" "She's playing at Errol's." "You have to lend me your car." "Are you all ready?" "Lola Wants to Dance!" "I can't do it." "You can't go." "This is my last chance!" "Millan, I've lied to you." "About Dickan." "Forgive me." "You're coming with me." "I'll wait." "Millan!" "Millan, it's at Errol's." "It seems that even Lola Wants to Dance is going to cancel." "Maybe you should have another beer?" "God damn it." "Hello, Errol's!" "We'll pound you into the stone age!" "Cause we're Sweden's last fucking Punk band!" "And our name is God Save the King!"