"Can You Whistle Johanna?" "Bertil!" "You must keep quiet in Sunday School!" "~ But..." "~ No "buts"...out you go!" "~ Where are you going, Ulf?" "~ Wherever Bertil goes, I go." "Let's go ask if we can have some stale buns, Ulf." "No." "Then let's go look at the old fogies." "Not today --- I've got to go home and wrap a cigar." "A cigar?" "It's my Grandfather's birthday." "He's coming to visit and he'll give me 5 Kronor." "Why do YOU get money if it's HIS birthday?" "!" "He always gives me 5 Kronor when he comes by." "~ Oh." "~ Sometimes I get other stuff --- like this knife." "That's cool!" "~ Wow, he must be really kind." "~ Yes, and tonight he'll get a cigar." "I should have a Grandpa." "What else do they do?" "Well...they treat people to coffee and eat pigs' trotters." "Pigs' trotters?" "You're joking!" "Honest!" "Jellied pigs' trotters!" "And they give you things." "And sometimes they take you to the lake so you can fish!" "You're really lucky!" "How come I don't have a Grandpa?" "I don't know." "But I know where you can get one!" "Ow!" "There you go, Bertil!" "~ How can we get me a Grandpa?" "~ I'll show you tomorrow after school." "~ Can I really get a Grandpa?" "~ Sure, trust me on this." "You'll see." "How are you feeling today?" "Hmmm --- have you got a little black beetle on you?" "We'll take car of him right smartly!" "A little spritz of this will make sure they stay away from you." "I won't do it!" "I won't do it, Ulf!" "You have to take flowers with you when you visit your Grandpa." "Why take Gustavsson's flowers?" "He's dangerous!" "He locks up children in his cellar and eats cats." "~ Who told you that?" "~ You did!" "Still, you've got to bring flowers when you visit your Grandpa." "I'll have to go in and get them." ""Our Father Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name..." ""Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses..." ""Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil."" "Don't let Gustavsson get Ulf." "Amen." "~ Is it much farther, Ulf?" "~ What?" "There it is --- it's full of old men." "You can't look like that if you're going to meet your Grandpa." "~ There." "~ How will I know what my Grandpa looks like?" "Now you're presentable." "What do you want him to look like?" "Hello, boys!" "~ Is he my Grandpa?" "~ No, he's too fat." "Hello, boys!" "Hey, hey..." "He's too silly." "~ He's too old, isn't he?" "~ No, he's the one." "Go and say hello." "~ Say something." "~ Hello." "~ Are you lost?" "~ No." "He wants to say something." "What does he want to say?" "Do you eat pigs' trotters?" "Huh...?" "I was wondering if you eat jellied pigs' trotters." "No, I don't." "Just now I'm trying to finish this wretched puzzle." "~ Who're you?" "~ He's Bertil." "But everyone calls him "Berra"." "I came to visit you." "I've got some flowers." "~ Here you are, Grandpa." "~ Eh?" "Am I meant to be your Grandpa?" "Yes." "I just didn't get around to visiting you until now." "Come here." "Let's have a look at you." "You've grown!" "How old are you?" "~ Seven." "~ Seven...is that so?" "~ Am I his Grandpa, too?" "~ No, that's just Ulf." "~ I've got a Grandpa called Gustav." "~ My name is Nils." "Well, this is where I live." "That's my table and that's my bed." "And that's my cupboard." "There's not a lot to do around here." "You could show us something." "That's what Ulf's Grandpa does." "Turn the knob." "Those are my ties, boys." "~ That's neat, Ulf!" "~ Yeah!" "That was my very first tie." "I got it when I was confirmed." "That's the tie I wore in the army." "I wore that one when I went dancing." "This is the tie I wore when I got married." "It's my best tie." "Johanna gave it to me." "Look at that one!" "Turn it around!" "A customer gave it to me." "That's the tie I wore when I was a salesman." "I was the best light-bulb salesman ever, but I still longed to get home." "What's in this?" "Leave that alone!" "That's enough for today!" "Let's go have some coffee." "That's what Ulf does with his Grandpa." "I gave him the cigar and he closed his eyes as he smoked it." "~ He said it tastes better that way." "~ What did he say next?" "He said it was the best bloody cigar he'd ever smoked." "Then he fell asleep in the armchair." "~ So you like coffee, do you?" "~ Sure." "~ When will it be your birthday?" "~ Not for a while." "More buns?" "No, we'd better go home." "This is my grandson." "His name is Bertil." "He gave me a marigold today." "~ He resembles you." "~ Of course!" "We've both got Band-Aids on our chins!" "Let's go." "That's the broom closet..." "~ Goodbye, Grandpa." "It was fun here." "~ It was nice to have a visitor." "~ We'll be back soon." "~ I'm sure you will." "~ Ask him." "~ I forgot something, Grandpa." "~ Oh?" "~ Ulf's Grandpa always gives him some money." "I see...how much?" "One Krona... or five on special occasions." "He's the best bloody Grandpa I've ever had --- he's just like yours!" "He'll do." "Come on in for something to eat." "No, I'm going to go home and think about what I'm going to do with Grandpa tomorrow." "Hey --- let's go!" "I didn't think you'd come in this weather." "It's raining so very much." "You see, when you get as old as I am, you get confused." "I almost thought you were a dream." "I'm not a dream." "Do I feel like a dream?" "Not at all...not at all..." "Well, what shall we do today?" "~ Would you like some coffee?" "~ Ulf's Grandpa takes him fishing." "They bite best when it's raining." "Right, Ulf?" "That's what my Grandpa says." "He likes to go out when it's raining." "He sits on a stone and watches the float." "When the float sinks, you've got a fish." "Then you kill it with a knife." "...If you have one." "~ Can we do that, Grandpa?" "~ I can't." "I'm sorry, boys." "I don't know where there's a lake... and I'm not allowed to walk very far." "I might get lost." "~ It doesn't matter." "~ They're only small fish." "Buns are better." "I'll think of something for us to do." "~ When?" "~ When it stops raining." "Here it is, boys!" "~ What?" "~ What is it?" "This is our secret garden." "~ There's nothing here." "~ But there soon will be, boys!" "We'll grow flowers and carrots and so on." "But we have to plant seeds and dig." "Come on, boys!" "Let's get started." "Let's get organized...you can dig here." "And you can dig over there." "You just have to get stuck in." "All right?" "~ Do you want to stop, too?" "~ What's that song you're whistling?" "It's a tune called "Can You Whistle, Johanna?"." "My wife was named Johanna." "She always wanted a garden." "We should have brought something that we could watch grow up... but that was not to be..." "~ What's wrong, Grandpa?" "~ Nothing, it's nothing." "Dig there..." "Can we stop now?" "Digging is tiring." "Do you want to stop, too?" "Then stop, right away!" "Off you go!" "Away with you!" "Let's have no more of this!" "So this is where you got to!" "~ Do I have to take some more pills?" "~ No, it's just time for lunch." "Come along." "Tora...do you have a grandchild?" "~ No --- why do you ask?" "~ It doesn't matter." "Does your Grandpa also become sort of sad like that?" "~ Maybe he doesn't want a Grandson." "~ It doesn't matter." "We can get a new Grandpa tomorrow." "Let's go to my place." "Is Bertil here?" "Why didn't you come see me yesterday or today?" "Hello, Grandpa!" "Hello, Bertil." "~ Do you know where we're going?" "~ This time I do." "~ Can you hear that?" "~ What?" "~ The birds singing!" "~ They're whistling." "Don't ever forget it!" "Aren't you going to open the suitcase?" "Feel how smooth it is." "It's so light it weighs next to nothing." "I gave it to Johanna once upon a time." "It's real silk." "It's the best material for a kite." "~ Are we going to build a kite!" "?" "~ Yeah, that's right." "I thought we were going to dig again." "No, we'll just whittle a couple of sticks." "Come on!" "Bertil!" "Come here." "Here." "I meant to give you this the other day." "It's just a couple of sticks... but we need something more if they are to dance to the winds." "~ Some cloth?" "~ That's right." "And love..." "~ What do you think, lads?" "~ It's great!" "But it doesn't have a tail." "Of course!" "Good grief, it doesn't have a tail!" "~ What can we do about that?" "~ We can make some from a newspaper." "Newspaper!" "For a silk kite?" "!" "Run that way!" "That way!" "Just a little bit further!" "Stop!" "Run!" "~ It's no good..." "~ Just one more time, Grandpa." "There's no wind." "We'll try again another day." "I need to have a rest." "~ Nils...it's in that direction." "~ Of course." "Have you flown the kite yet?" "No, we're waiting for some wind." "~ You're just taking it easy?" "~ Today I just want to lie down and think." "Then we won't bother you --- we'll just sit here." "Grandpa..." "I'm also thinking..." "Really?" "About what?" "What did you think was the most fun when you were little?" "Well..." "I liked filching cherries." "It was more fun than anything else." "More exciting, too!" "I'd like to be able to whistle." "How's it done?" "Come here and I'll show you." "You purse your lips as if you wanted to kiss somebody." "The you bend your tongue upwards inside your mouth like a bow...then you blow." "Like this?" "~ Yes..." "~ No, like this..." "Rats!" "I'll never be able to do it!" "Take it easy." "You'll be able to do it, but you'll have to practice." "You have to practice and practice, and then you'll be able to do it." "~ Anything else you want to know?" "~ Why do you always a wear a band-aid?" "My hands shake, so I'm always cutting myself with the razor." "Then you'd better not do it --- let Ulf do it." "He's good at whittling." "His Grandpa taught him to whittle." "There was just one other thing..." "What might that be?" "~ When's your birthday?" "~ My birthday?" "You have to have a party for your Grandpa on his birthday!" "~ It had better be soon." "~ Not too soon... ~ We have to set up a few things." "~ How about Friday?" "Friday would be fine." "That's settled, then." "Bye, Grandpa!" "Don't forget what I said about shaving!" "Bye." "This is easy!" "Soon we'll be rich!" "~ When will we be finished, Ulf?" "~ I don't know --- tomorrow, maybe?" "One of these is probably what you're looking for." "I don't know which one to choose." "Excuse me --- can we look at that cigar?" "It'll probably be too expensive for you lads." "It has a mature wrapper... and a full-flavored aroma." "But it's a little dry." "It's a genuine Brazilian, alright!" "So I'm dealing with experts!" "Let's see, gentlemen... ~ Who will be getting this cigar?" "~ My Grandpa." "He's quite tall and he gets lost." "These are all fine cigars." "Flor Brazil, Davidoff, and this one's a Churchill." "That's the big one." "It has body." "It's a cigar to celebrate with." "However,... we also have cigars we make ourselves." "They don't look like much... but they have soul." "~ We'll have this one." "~ No, we'll have the one with soul." "~ How much is it?" "~ It's the most expensive one of all." "But it's also the best." "~ Where have you been?" "We'll be late!" "~ I know, but we've got everything." "Hear that?" "I think I whistled!" "Let's hear." "~ I can't do it now." "~ It'll come." "~ I went in first last time!" "~ You go first!" "~ You go first." "~ I went first last time!" "OK, I'll go first." "~ Happy birthday, Nils." "~ Have you been waiting long?" "Not at all." "As a matter of fact, I'd forgotten you were coming today." "You must have a shave --- it's your birthday." "Chin up!" "Look, Grandpa!" "That was lovely." "And we didn't even nick you once!" "Your chin's as smooth as a baby's bottom." "I told you Ulf was good at whittling." "He's quick, too!" "~ Soon it'll be time for the party." "~ We can't have a party, boys." "The café's closed." "That doesn't matter." "We'll do something different tonight." "Where are you off to, Nils?" "I'm going to have a party with my Grandson and his best friend." "It's my birthday today." "Can I have my tablets?" "Happy birthday!" "Be careful --- he has a bad heart." "~ He has the best heart there is!" "~ That's right!" "~ Come on!" "Uncle Nils!" "What's in those tablets?" "Nitroglycerine." "You make dynamite from it!" "Take a seat, Grandpa." "Am I...am I supposed to sit on the sidewalk?" "You've never seen this before." "What time is it?" "The same time it was at this time yesterday: seven." "Good!" "It's starting!" "This is television, Grandpa." "* Wouldn't you like to wake up on Father's Day... * and be served by someone dressed in this?" "* Or this?" "* These pictures are from America... * but they might give Swedish men something to think about. *" "How on Earth...do they get the pictures into the box?" "~ The pictures travel through the air." "~ How?" "They're made of electrical waves." "They go through houses." "They go through everything." "~ Do you mean...that lady in a corset has gone through ME?" "~ Yes." "~ Isn't it dangerous?" "~ My Dad says no." "Through the air, did you say?" "Television's just a fad --- it won't last." "Yes it will --- this is fun!" "* And here's the latest fad from America!" "* It's the Hula-Hoop!" "*" "That was a lovely evening, boys!" "~ Shall we go back now?" "~ No." "We're going to have some fun now." "It's exciting as well." "Check this out!" "Gustavsson is dangerous." "He locks up children in his cellar and eats cats." "Oh, my!" "If you touch his rose, he gets REALLY mad!" "But his cherries are the best there are." "Here it is." "It's just a matter for climbing up and picking them." "I..." "I can't do it." "Sorry." "~ I can't manage it." "~ Nothing ventured, nothing gained." "~ Your Grandpa could do it, Ulf." "~ My Grandpa...?" "No, I don't think so." "Take my stick." "~ Are you coming down again?" "~ Not on your life." "Lift my foot up." "What did I tell you?" "I knew he could do it!" "It's like being in heaven, boys!" "~ Yes, but let's go down now." "~ Not yet...not yet..." "Let's sit here a while longer." "Let's see who can spit cherry stones the farthest." "I'll start." "That was the farthest." "We'd better get down, Grandpa." "What a Grandpa I've got!" "He's eaten dynamite!" "He's going to explode!" "Grandpa..." "Grandpa..." "Grandpa?" "!" "Gustavsson!" ""Our Father..." ""...in Earth as it is in heaven..."" "I'll give you a little water tomorrow." "Now I'm going to get you, you little hooligans!" "This is private property!" "You might have trampled my roses!" "~ Who are you?" "~ Gustavsson." "I live here." "What might you be doing in my garden?" "It's the waves, Mr. Gustavsson." "The waves... ~ What waves?" "~ Do you have a television?" "~ I thought I might get one." "~ Don't do it!" "The pictures travel through the air." "The small electrical television waves... penetrate houses, trees, bushes and flowers." "Roses are the worst affected." "What a lovely rose you have, Mr. Gustavsson." "What was that you said about roses?" "The radiation gets them." "They're sensitive." "They grow and bloom like this." "You don't notice anything amiss." "But then... ~ And then what?" "~ They die." "The leaves shrivel." "We've seen it happen a thousand times." "Feel for yourself." "~ Can you feel it?" "~ Yes!" "~ It's already a bit rough?" "~ Yes!" "There's only one thing to do: you must protect them from the radiation." "Mr. Gustavsson, you need to build a little shield of tinfoil." "I don't know how to thank you." "It's most kind of you." "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Gustavsson." "Good luck, Mr. Gustavsson." "Don't forget what I said about the tinfoil!" "Well. you little hooligans!" "~ Have you flown the kite?" "~ No wind..." "It'll come." "I don't think I could manage another bun." "In that case, maybe you'd like this." "~ What's this?" "~ Jellied pigs' trotters." "~ My Grandpa loves them!" "~ Well, I don't..." "It must run in the family." "Do you like cigars?" "I certainly do!" "I LOVE cigars!" "What a cigar!" "I can't imagine what makes it so good!" "~ It's almost as if..." "~ ...it has a soul?" "A soul!" "That's exactly what it's got!" "That's not all." "The cigar was from both of us." "This is from me." "Happy birthday, Grandpa!" "It's real silk." "That's why it was so expensive." "Don't you like it?" "Yes...yes, Bertil, I like it very much!" "Good." "In that case, we can go home." "Ulf!" "Run and get help!" "I must rest a while." "I must rest..." "We fooled that guy Gustavsson alright, didn't we?" "This is the sort of thing they should show on television." "Nils!" "Nils!" "Nils!" "Where were you?" "I've been looking everywhere!" "Half the staff have spent the night looking for you." "You look beautiful tonight, Tora." "~ Don't try to flatter me." "~ Why not?" "You should have been with us!" "Come on, boys!" "Bertil, have you learned to whistle?" "~ Not really." "~ Practice and patience are needed." "The next time we meet, I want to hear you whistle." "Agreed?" "I promise." "How's it going, Bertil?" "~ Shall we visit your Grandpa?" "~ Soon." "Listen to this." "It's good, isn't it?" "Not good enough, though..." "~ Can I hear you?" "~ I want Grandpa to hear me first." "Let's go." "Here we come!" "Grandpa!" "The garden!" "Where is he?" "~ Hello." "Would you like some coffee?" "~ No thank you." "~ Some soda...?" "~ Where's Grandpa?" "~ He's no longer here." "He's left us." "~ He's always getting lost!" "Not this time, Bertil..." "Grandpa is dead." "He fell asleep and never woke up." "On Saturday we'll be saying goodbye to him in the chapel." "And I'd learned to whistle, too!" "We'll sit here." "It's a good view from here." "Nils was a cheerful man, particularly toward the end." "We all liked him." "He was not alone, even though he had no relatives." "He was my Grandpa!" "Er...well...maybe we should all pay our last respects to Nils." "I want you to listen to this, Grandpa." "~ How did it sound?" "~ Really good!" "~ You should be proud." "~ I am." "~ What should we do now?" "~ Can you feel the wind?" "~ We could build a box-cart, Bertil." "~ Great!" "There's an old pram in our cellar." "We've got an old chair." "We could saw off the legs and use it as a seat." "~ Come over to my place after you get changed." "~ Right." "~ The little one was pretty." "~ I liked the bigger one best." "Different people have different tastes..."