"After a couple hours of canoeing we arrived at the island across the lagoon, where the Raroians make copra." "Kaoko and Popino have harpooned fish on the reef." "The fish are placed uncleaned directly on the red-hot stones." "Tetohu gave orders that all the fish were to be thrown into the sea." "But it wasn't because they were charred, but because they'd absorb some salt water and become more palatable." "I dare not climb higher!" "Lovely fresh South Sea nuts." "Only 25 cents each, or..." "Five for a krona!" "Lovely fresh South Sea nuts." "Only 25 cents each." "Go on, march, inside and lie down!" "Ouch!" "I can't lie down with these sores you guys!" "Swedish Radio presents" "Villervalle in the South Pacific" "The Ghost Pits" "The mature coconuts fall down by themselves, and are collected by the women with a spiked stick." "The nuts are split in half with an axe, and the sun dries the white meat inside." "3,756." "3,757." "Hey Dad, it's harder than I thought to make copra." "Well, we must be grateful the nuts fall down by themselves, when they become mature, so we don't have to climb up and retrieve them." " What?" "Are you giving up, slacker?" " I'm not." "3,758." "3,759." "Just a few million left." " Hey, Kaoko!" " Hey, Villervalle!" "Hello there!" "Yes, you can do it that way, too." "He says it's time to take the copra out of the nuts... that we harvested last week on the other side of the island." "Okay." "Yes." "Look!" "Sjussov's map!" "What are you talking about?" "Well, atomic spies, the Sjussov's, who were on the schooner when we came here." "They had an old map." "And there was a boulder, it looked like an old man." "Just like that rock." "Oh, come on now, try someone else this time, eh." "He says that pit ghosts live there." "Hey, do you remember?" "When we celebrated St. Lucia in the village, yes." "We almost scared the chief and all his family to death." "But you're not afraid, are you?" " Me?" "Afraid?" "Kaoko!" "Villervalle!" "Come and help here!" "Just dig out the meat from the nut like this." "Then the copra is finished." "Here, have yourself a knife." "Have yourself a nut." "What a thrill, eh?" "I hope there isn't some sputnik up there with a bunch of tv cameras on board." "If Nisse and the other guys at school got to see what I'm doing now," "I'd never hear the end of it when I got home." "The guys, who think that I'm experiencing lots of adventures... with pirates and cannibals and sharks all the time." "Copra!" "Who cares?" "Don't give up hope, Villervalle." "You've already caught a couple of individuals, who could almost be atomic spies." "I think I recognize this smell from somewhere at home in Stockholm." "It's very possible." "The margarine factory, you go past every day on the way to school, imports tons of copra." "They don't just make margarine from copra, they make soap too." "I'll never be able to wash myself without being aware of the copra smell and retching." "If you're only aware of the smell when you wash, you won't get sick very often." "The finished copra is placed in bags and sent over to Raroia in canoes, while waiting for a schooner to come that'll take the copra to Tahiti." "What is it?" "What are they shouting about?" "I don't know." "Villervalle, what is it?" "They say a schooner is heading towards the village." "But if we don't hurry, the canoes will leave without us." " What is it?" " Well, hurry up then!" "A week later Uncle Bengt Danielsson arrived with another schooner." "I'm glad to see that you're still alive, everyone." "You seem surprised." "Not what you were expecting, eh?" "Welcome to Raroia." "Thank you, Ernst." "Villervalle, Lenalisa..." "As you can see, I have with me both mail and groceries." "It's really been long-awaited." "Well, then let's go home." "But wait with that, Villervalle." "Yes, this is a difficult dilemma." "Shall we start with the spiritual or the corporeal food?" "What a silly question!" "Yes, you're right, Villervalle." "So we'll begin with the mail sack." "Here we have a letter for you, Mother." "Aunt Agda." "One to Villervalle." "French Polynesia is written on the stamp." "Maybe it's from Villervalle's atomic spies, whom he wrapped up on the ship." "Those atomic spies, Bengt, have you heard anything new about them?" "Indeed, I've heard a lot about them." "In a way, Villervalle was right, because they actually tried to hide something from all of us." "There, you see!" "Next time I catch a few atomic spies," "I hope you'll help me instead of laughing at me." "Wait a minute, Villervalle." "They're not a couple of atomic spies at all." "What they've tried to hide from us is simply that they're looking for a treasure." "A treasure?" "What treasure?" "It's a Peruvian gold treasure from a famous monastery in Lima." "During the war of independence against the Spaniards in the 1820s, the monks became worried that all their precious gold objects would be seized." "So they had them secretly brought aboard a schooner." "The captain, who was sworn to secrecy, was commissioned to sail over here to the Tuamotu group, and bury the treasure on some of the islands here." "Which he did." "On an island with a giant rock, which looks like an old man's head?" "I don't know anything about that." "Where did you get that from?" "In any case, the ship was wrecked during the return journey, and the entire crew perished." "The monks clearly didn't know themselves, where the captain had buried their gold treasure, for they searched for a long time afterwards on the islands." "Did they find it?" "We know nothing about it." "But that's why there's stories here, about men in long white hoods, digging pits." "And the events took place so long ago, the monks of the natives' imagination often turned into ghosts." "Pit ghosts?" "Yes, one could call them that." "Here is a correspondence letter." "Well." "They've had bad weather at home this summer again." "Oh, what fun!" "Katja has been given a foal." "This is from Nisse to Villervalle somewhere in the South Pacific via Papeete." "Has he disappeared?" "There's that high, lonely palm tree which Kaoko talked about." "They've got to be here somewhere... those ghost pits." "Argh!" "No, Ernst, he must have had an accident." "We shouldn't draw any hasty conclusions." "Perhaps he's only at Kaoko's overnight." "Although he hasn't asked for permission." "Do you know where I think he is?" "On Copra island." "Why?" "He might be looking for that treasure, that Uncle Bengt talked about yesterday." "Then we'll go there straight away, Ernst." "This is a man's job." "Go get Bengt and get ready yourself." "I'll take charge." "There's Villervalle's canoe!" "What's up with them?" "They say that there are a couple of ghost pits here." "Ghost pits?" "Pit ghosts?" "Yes, I think I've heard of them before." "But surely those big strong men aren't afraid of ghosts in broad daylight?" " Yes, they are." " Kaoko's not afraid." "Kaoko!" " Well, we can do without them." " Yes, come along!" "Where did the old woman go?" "Help!" "Help!" "Help!" "Villervalle." "Is it really you, Villervalle?" "Well, do you think ghosts here can speak Swedish?" " Wait now, and we'll soon get you up." " I'll jump down." "Yes" "Look out, Villervalle, here I come!" "Hey Ernst!" "Help me out of the pit now!" "Oh yes." "Wait, I'll run down to the canoe and get some long rope or something." "Hey Ernst!" "We've forgotten Grandma." "Take the opportunity to make sure she's not in any of these pits too." "Yes, how did we manage to forget her?" " You stay here." " Well, what else can I do." "Hello!" "Mother!" "Hello!" "Have you seen what's here at the bottom?" "Well, I've had plenty of time to look." "It must be here that the monks gold treasure was buried." "I just wonder if it was them themselves or some others who dug it up again." "What's so funny?" "I was thinking of Sjussov looking on the wrong island, for a treasure, which no longer exists." "Hey, Grandma!" "Now, you'll soon be up, Bengt." " Hey, Bengt!" " Hello!" "How was your pit, then?" "As nice and comfortable as in yours." "It can't be fun to be a ghost on this island." "I actually found a chest in my pit." "Where's the pit?" "Now leave all treasure searching to Bengt and me." "What a treasure!" "Help me with the rope, Ernst!" " Pull!" " Okay." "Put your weight into it, because it's heavy." "Lift, lift, lift!" "More, more!" "Now you've forgotten me again, Ernst!" "Put your weight into it, Dad!" "Yes, coming." "Now." "It's empty!" "Down with it again." "No, stop!" "The chest is mine and it's certainly a fine antique." " You and your antiques!" " You just have to carry it home." "Well, now we could really use those guys who are afraid of ghosts." "Wretched wimps!" "Say, Uncle Bengt, what sound do ghosts make here in the South Pacific?" "They howl like sick dogs." "Take the strain, again." "The canoes!" "Well... well, how will we get home?" "We'll just have to walk around the island." " 5 km." " Yes." "My schooner unfortunately won't wait." "Forward march!" "Subtitles by Faxeholm and Squashy Hat"