"I ALWAYS DO THINGS BACKWARDS, IT'S LIKE I'M ON AUTOPILOT"
Enter.
Prison won't make you change your ways. Do you think the convicts are happy?
No, I don't think so, because…
it is never an easy thing for a person to be incarcerated, to not be free.
BASED ON TRUTHS AND LIES
When I was a kid I used to read these comic books.
They had these crooks with striped clothing,
and their faces were unshaved, and they were shady and creepy looking.
They were scary.
-Do you think they look like that? -No.
They look just like ordinary people.
-What's it like to be in here? -Not great, as you might imagine.
You sit around and do nothing.
-Will prison make you change your ways? -No, absolutely not--
It takes a certain mindset to endure prison.
Most people lose their minds. But not me.
I've never had a problem with doing time. As a matter of fact, I love it.
But I got bored out of my fucking mind.
I was used to a little more action in my life.
My career was off to a kickass start.
Plus, I was already a celebrity.
Sweden's favorite gangster!
A young and handsome rebel.
The scourge of society and the police.
Every Swede's nightmare,
and his daughter's hot fantasy!
There was no way I would be locked up and rut for eight long fucking years.
Hell no!
Hello there, sweetie.
ÖSTERÅKER PRISON, 1967
-There he is… -Hiya, Clark!
Fuck it, I was getting out of here.
Like a bat out of hell.
Jailbreaks are fun.
It's become like a sport to me.
I've broken out of prison seventeen times. It has to be a world record.
But it's not as easy as it seems.
Stop!
Son of a bitch!
And if you screw up, you end up in isolation.
They say you have to be religious or boneheaded to endure isolation.
I'm sure as hell ain't religious, but maybe a bit boneheaded.
NIETZSCE THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA
So I started to read a whole lot of books.
About life, the universe and all that shit.
NOVEMBER - DECEMBER 1967
JANUARY 1968
Time flies when you're having fun.
And before you know it, it's over.
Olofsson, you're done with isolation.
And you have a visitor.
Sometimes, you have to use creative and unconventional methods, to break out.
I was thinking… Do you want to marry me?
What did you say?
Did you just say what I think you said?
How the hell should I know what you think I said?
I said, "Do you want to marry me"?
You're serious?
Yes.
I mean, it's a long shot, but…
I got the idea when I was in isolation.
Oh, Clark…
It's going to be great, banns and whatnot. Will you take care of it?
Yes, Clark! I…
-Of course I want to marry you! -Cool.
I love you.
-Yeah… -Then it's settled.
We've got a few minutes left… Do you want me to finish down there?
-Yes, please. -Well, I'm diving down.
I can't wait to tell Mom…
-What the hell? -She's going to be so excited!
For Pete's sake, Clark!
Where do you get off marrying my daughter?
Come on, it doesn't mean I don't love you too… Mom.
Don't you dare call me that again.
I'm sorry… Mommy.
What the…
Oh, God…
-My God, what a beautiful dress. -Simply stunning.
Madou's whole family was there to celebrate our engagement.
No expenses spared.
Cake and champagne,
shrimp and aspic, and Beluga caviar, those black fish babies, you know?
Fucking delicious.
Aw, Mom…
-Where's the groom? -He's on his way.
I got furlough to attend the banns.
And I have to admit, I had the jitters.
I knew this was the right thing to do. The beginning of a life-long love affair…
I'm so proud of you. My baby, all grown up!
Yes…
The banns await, Olofsson.
Just not the kind of love affair that Madou and her folks had in mind.
I was talking about my life-long love affair…
Cabin crew.
…with freedom.
SPAIN
You didn't actually think I was getting married?
Hell no, I decided to take off on a long-overdue vacation instead.
Thank you very much.
What did you expect?
My sweet darling, come inside!
Quiet! He'll be here!
He won't, he never intended to. You get that, right?
-He will! You don't know him! -And neither do you.
I do know him!
-And I know he loves me! -Oh really?
You're just jealous and bitter, because you could never have him.
I've already had him!
My sweet darling, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's lying, all the time.
Get inside now!
Yes.
That's one hell of a drink.
CLARK IN FIERY DANCE WITH MEDITERRANEAN BEAUTY
I will get my angel some breakfast.
I'll be… back soon.
Fuck, Ursula was so beautiful.
Life on the run was a treat.
Until I was spotted by a couple of fucking tourists
who were keen to make a few bucks selling pics of me to gossip magazines.
And of course he saw the pictures.
Clark.
Tommy Lindström. You know, the fucking police officer.
Oh shit. Not you!
Nice and easy now. Don't make a scene.
Just come with me to the car, OK?
Stop right there, Clark!
Let's go!
Clark, god damn it! Stop!
Clark, god damn it. Stop!
Stop, Clark!
-It's over! -Let me go, I got a stick up my ass!
Oh well, Olofsson…
Vacation got cut sho--
You son of a bitch! Fuck!
I'm just messing with you.
-A hand… -You're soaking wet.
TIDAHOLM MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON 1969
So, back at the hotel…
This time, a state-of-the-art maximum security prison.
I didn't have a clue how to break out. Could things get any worse?
BEIRUT: THE PARIS OF THE MIDDLE EAST
It could, they had us watch a bunch of political hippie crap.
Death, despair…
A red day… is weak.
You have to remember, this was the late 60s.
Flower power and the leftist movement flourished.
Everything was political:
Political music, political theater, political art.
-I'd rather see them naked. -Yeah.
Yup, everything had a political message attached to it.
They were force-feeding us politics no convict anywhere gave a shit about.
But all of a sudden, there she was…
I know I always say I fall in love easily,
but this time it was truly special.
Bravo!
Awesome.
You guys were great. You especially.
-You're very talented. -Thanks.
Maria, you shouldn't be talking to them. You don't know what he's done.
He's a person, like you and me.
You don't know what he's been through. I'm not judgmental.
Suit yourself.
-So you really liked it? -I did.
Your body…
I mean… You really know how to use it.
Someone has to have the guts to embody the truth, right?
-"End imperialism!" -Yeah, end that shit.
Right away when I saw you, I felt like, "That girl…
she's really special."
That's sweet of you to say.
I'm Maria, by the way.
Clark.
Clark Olofsson.
-Nice to meet you. -You too.
Olofsson!
Well, duty calls.
It was a pleasure, Maria.
I never get depressed.
Nope, I don't hate anyone.
Especially not women.
If anything, I like them more.
I've been saved by women so many times.
GOTHENBURG 1953
My mom taught me early how to duck and cover for a while.
He didn't see us.
And it proved useful plenty of times.
We tricked him!
Where the hell--
Yup, I love everybody.
Women especially.
Do you appreciate their opinions as well?
-Their feelings, their thoughts? -Yes, of course I do.
-Oh? -I just told you.
-Yes, of course. -Right?
And you…
You're not just smart.
You're really hot, too.
Like I said, everything was political.
Prison was political, sex was political,
and to have sex with a criminal…
was a political statement.
Rehabilitation is impossible within the confines of the penal system.
I agree. You know I love you.
-Have you read Foucault? -Yes, I love that shit.
The society was hell-bent on breaking you, but you have persevered.
Have I told you I love you?
Gromski says:
"Society's status quo is maintained by a class structure
where criminals form the underclass."
-You don't have a voice. -Huh?
How can you make yourself heard without a voice?
There is no freedom without liberty.
Raise your voice and you can achieve anything, Clark.
I started seeing Maria.
Anything.
She was smart as hell.
Anything…
She made me realize that by simply becoming a major fucking pain in the ass,
I wouldn't have to break out.
You're a god damn genius, Maria.
They'd gladly throw me out!
Five more minutes.
Finally I had a plan.
Things were about to get real.
No more fucking around.
Starting today, I'm your new editor-in-chief.
Any questions?
Didn't think so.
OK, get to work! There's plenty to do.
INHUMANE PRISONS LET OUR VOICES BE HEARD
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
I revitalized the weary inmates on the Concrete Journal.
What do you think?
But they needed my guidance.
No, no, no…
Exaggerate, for fuck's sake!
"Kumla - a Swedish Auschwitz!"
"Sieg Heil, Olof Palme!"
Do a piece on how Hitler invented prisons, a fucking Nazi system.
That's perfect.
Get on with it.
Finally.
All the inmates read my magazine,
and it was easy to get them all to complain about all sorts of shit.
PRISON WARDEN
The discontent made the bigshots uneasy.
Hi there, Warden.
This list of demands includes 39 measures put forth by the inmates of Tidaholm.
Tell Palme to get it done now.
Right away. Or else…
You know… Or you'll be sorry.
Bye.
Thanks to me, the discontent spread like herpes all over Sweden.
Österåker, Norrköping, Kalmar…
Every god damned prison in Sweden.
Suddenly, everybody had their own opinion.
Society is killing us in here.
When it's sunny outside, it's our God-given right to get furlough.
I'm getting blue balls in here, because we don't have a fuck room.
Most bank robbers and folks in here, they're actually really nice people.
The government took all my money.
Palme is just like Hitler.
-Why do they lock up nice people? -It doesn't make sense.
-They say your balls can explode. -It can get you killed.
A fucked up system.
And they turn the TV off at 8 pm!
And their voice…
So we miss out on Söderkåkar.
KUMLA - A SWEDISH AUSCHWITZ
…was my fucking voice.
Take advantage of the media.
They need you, as much as you need them.
Make sure you get paid for interviews and pictures.
They pay for that stuff.
You'll be taken more seriously.
You can spread the word across Sweden, maybe even Europe!
You're amazing. Did you know that?
How can someone be so hot and so smart at the same time?
Hey…
Have you ever heard of hunger strikes?
Come here, asshole.
Clark?
-Attention, folks! -Hey, it's Clark.
We have to unite and fight the system together.
-Hell yeah. Fight the system! -Everybody, Clark has something to say!
We need to… do everything we can!
-Right on! -Yeah!
Let's show those bastards that we mean business!
Fight the system!
We're ready to do whatever it takes to get what we want!
-Damn right! -Yeah!
Gentlemen, ask not what you can do for yourself…
No.
…ask what you can do for me!
What?
-Or, for you! -What's he talking about?
Or whatever, never mind.
That's why I have decided
that convicts all across Sweden
should go…
on a hunger strike!
No!
Sounds like a pain in the ass…
It's going to be great!
CLARK'S HUNGER STRIKE AT PRISONS ALL OVER THE COUNTRY
Money up front.
We won't eat!
Hunger strike!
CLARK OLOFSSON GOES ON HUNGER STRIKE
CLARK RALLIES 2,500 CONVICTS
-Eat, god damn it. -You can't make us!
A massive hunger strike has spread to prisons all over the country.
The authorities are hamstrung
and the government is taking heat for ducking responsibility.
No decisions have been made regarding Clark Olofsson.
PALME WON'T BUDGE
-Eat, god damn it! -Open wide!
You'll starve to death.
CLARK VS. THE AUTHORITIES
My core belief has always been to protect all life.
We're serious!
All of Sweden!
Have I told you that I love you?
Swallow!
Tell Palme to go fuck himself!
ONE PRISONER DEAD
This is a news update from TT.
One prisoner has died as a result of the…
Clark…
Should you really be eating on a hunger strike?
Yes! I have to.
I'm spearheading a revolution, I need my strength.
-Everything's riding on me. -You know best, sweetie.
I brought bread, too.
You're doing good, Clark.
I'm so proud of you.
Fine, so I cheated a bit.
But I had a lot on my shoulders. Who gives a fuck?
It is what it is.
Things aren't always as they seem.
Like that time under the table.
My arm was broken, it was an accident.
I was in a shitload of pain.
We'll see to it. You're such a good boy, Clark.
My dad did everything to the max.
Try and take the ball from me!
Go on, try and get it!
Full steam ahead.
Is that the best you can do? Go on…
Business as usual in my family.
What the fuck are you doing?
On your feet. You play like a fucking bitch--
Look…
I brought some black pudding, too.
Your favorite.
As you can imagine, this hunger strike is very stressful.
We are being portrayed as murderers and jerks.
You…
Olofsson… How dangerous is he really?
You have to tread carefully with Clark Olofsson--
Because I've met the man and…
he seems to be quite intelligent and a nice guy, if you ask me.
You have to tread carefully with Clark Olofsson!
-He's no good-- -I see. And what do you say?
Well, I'm sensing that my…
treatment of Mr. Olofsson is not yet…
complete.
So I'd rather see him remain here.
-What the hell are you saying? Treatment? -Yes.
Clark Olofsson is a narcissist and a psychopath.
-He doesn't care about anyone but himself. -That's where you're wrong.
In my professional opinion, he's caring and kind, and he has a lot of potential.
Everything he does has an ulterior motive, and if you put up with his "revolution",
you're going to be sorry, mark my words!
But I have to do something.
Palme has had enough of this crap.
So this is what we'll do…
Clark gets what he wants.
This is a terrible idea!
THE STUDY YARD UPPSALA 1972
Of course, they agreed to all my demands.
And life became a thousand times better for every convict in Sweden.
Me included. Thank you very much.
It's Clark!
Hiya, Clark!
I was transferred to "Studiegården".
As prisons go, it was a joke.
It was more like summer camp.
-Go get something to eat. -You're the greatest.
I got furlough whenever I wanted, so I could spend more time with Madou.
No, wait, Maria. Maria, obviously. Damn…
Life is good.
Sure, Studiegården is an improvement.
-But it's still unfair, Clark. -Yeah.
No human being should be locked up.
Nothing can grow in captivity. It only breeds hate!
That cloud kind of looks like a pussy.
-You think? -Yeah…
I think it looks like…
a sailboat…
sailing away, into the great unknown and to freedom.
It was time to share my plans for the future with Maria.
I wasn't sure how she was gonna react.
I can't wait until you're a free man.
Yeah… I don't know if I can wait that long.
And you're right,
nothing can grow in captivity.
I mean, you and I believe in freedom.
Yeah, but…
Where would we go?
-A seed has to be planted-- -I know the perfect place for you and me.
Beirut.
Beautiful and open-minded, understanding and forgiving.
Just like you, Maria.
I'm… I'm going.
No matter what.
Before this fucking system breaks me.
And I want you to come with.
We could start over.
Just you and me.
What do you say?
-Is that a yes? -Yes!
-Did you say Beirut? -That's right!
They call it the Paris of the Middle East.
I love you so fucking much!
That was the most elaborate jailbreak ever.
Including the Journal, the hunger strike,
politics, banging psychologists, convincing Maria, and all that crap.
I couldn't have done it without her.
Come on, honey. Freedom awaits!
Finally, I got my life back,
and we decided to drive all the way down to Beirut.
Next stop, Beirut!
Come on…
What the hell…
Son of a bitch.
Yes!
I know that dude. It's Kaj-Robert!
-Kaj-Robert, you son of a bitch! -Clark…
You bet your ass it is!
Wow…
Maria! This is Kaj-Robert.
-One of my best friends from way back. -Hey…
Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but, boy, did we have fun.
Right, Kajan?
For sure.
Hit it, Kajan!
Definitely! We've had a lot of fun.
God damn…
Running into you like this, you old fucker. Where are you headed?
I haven't decided yet, just hitch-hiking around for now.
-I was thinking of going that way instead. -Yeah?
-What does your sign say? -Well…
Hamburg. It's that way.
-Yeah, Hamburg… -Hamburg.
Man, you're in luck.
We're going to Hamburg. With Kajan.
-Awesome! -Hey, man…
-I don't want to intrude on you guys. -You're not.
-Huh? -You're like family, Kajan.
Get in!
Kaj-Robert!
Let's go!
-What do you do for a living, Maria? -I'm a social--
Kaj-Robert, you horny bastard.
Maria's mine, she's off limits.
Man, it's good to see you!
As I recall, you kind of struggled in the ladies department…
Don't tell me you're still a virgin.
No!
That sucks, Kajan…
Don't you worry.
-No… -I'll hook you up.
When we get to Hamburg.
Reeperbahn…
Let's pop that cherry, once and for all!
Cheers!
-Cheers. -Cheers.
This is the life!
I said, this is the life. Bottoms up.
Hold on…
Tonight, we're having fun.
-Huh… -Wow.
Not bad. Don't worry.
Just as long as you keep it safe.
You can't trust anyone these days. Everyone's a thief.
-Cheers! -Hiya.
Dumb Swede.
Another round! On me.
Not for me, I'm fine.
Same goes for me, I'm thinking of heading south tomorr--
-For fuck's sake, Kajan! -Maybe one more…
-You're popping your cherry tonight. -One more…
-I made a promise. -…would be nice.
And I always keep my promises. Right, honey?
Hey? How about if we head back to the hotel, you and me?
Get some rest before we continue to Beirut?
I can't wait to get to bed, if you catch my drift?
Yes, of course. I see what you're saying.
Darling, you're tired.
You go back to the hotel.
Meanwhile, I'll find something for Kajan to stick his dick in.
-Sweet dreams, honey. -Clark…
-You don't have to-- -Come on, dumbass.
Two Bacardi coke, please.
Take a seat, The Clarkster is buying.
Alright, Kajan! Let's get our rocks off.
-Cheers! -Cheers.
I know you have it in you, Kajan.
There he is!
Here we go, Kajan. How about her?
Bottoms up!
Wow.
Two more!
How the hell did he get in there?
You're pretty…
I got in!
There's a bar here…
Hit it, Kajan!
Kajan! Forget about me! Just get laid!
Dumb Swede!
Back off!
What the hell is this?
I WENT FOR A WALK SO YOU COULD SLEEP IN. IT LOOKED LIKE YOU NEEDED IT! KISS / MARIA
Well…
What the hell?
Oh no. Shit.
God damn it.
Kajan.
Good morning.
Good morning?
Kajan!
Open the god damned door!
Good morning.
Is Kaj Robert in here with you?
I don't speak Swedish.
Tell your friend
that it was…
an unforgettable night.
See you!
Kajan, wake the fuck up.
-Wake up! -Yeah?
-Where's the money? -Huh?
For fuck's sake, tell me you've got it!
Shit…
Oh yeah.
You've got it.
Man, what a relief!
I thought we spent every last penny. What a night.
No…
No, no, no.
I don't have the money.
You kept the money in your fanny pack.
But listen…
I lost my virginity last night.
I've…
gotten laid.
I'm in love, Clark.
I'm in love.
-Your virginity… -Yup. We were like…
-That's all you can think of? -Yeah, it was just…
-Even though my money's gone. -…amazing. Yeah…
Oh, right.
You selfish asshole!
I'm sorry.
How are Maria and I supposed to get to Beirut now?
Fuck.
I don't know…
Nope…
Sort it out, Kajan.
-Me? -Yup.
-I don't have any money. -This is all your fault.
I paid for last night, and I hooked you up with a fuck fest.
But I will do you a solid and bail you out.
We're robbing a bank. Today!
Get up! We've got lots to do.
-No… -Hell yeah.
-No… -What the hell, Kajan!
-No. -You got laid, so cheer up.
-No. -It'll be fun.
-No. -Just like old times.
Here.
-Mm. -What was his name, by the way?
-His? -Yeah. His, hers, whatever.
Who cares these days?
We met at the door. Wonderful person.
Cheers.
I'll hit the shower.
I'll be back in 30 minutes.
Fuck monster.
OK…
-I'm furious, Clark! -What the hell did I do now?
CLARK OLOFSSON - ON THE RUN
It's so damn unfair!
They're making you out to be this irreparable criminal,
when in fact you've turned over a new leaf and just want to be free, like all of us!
Yeah…
It's really unfair.
So here's what I've done, and I know you're going to like this…
I've been in touch with Kvällsöppet.
-You have? The TV show? -Yes.
I knew you'd like it!
People need to understand that you're the victim here.
-Yeah. -They're sending someone for an interview.
So Beirut will have to wait one day.
Sure… That's perfect.
Let's do that, this is a big deal.
So… what happened last night?
Oh, well I…
I tripped.
Yeah,
like a fucking clown.
Bang! Wipe out.
But hey - Kajan got laid. So it was worth it.
Finally. He waited so long.
Indeed. The little fucker. By the way…
I got you something.
MY BOYFRIEND WENT TO HAMBURG AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT
-I thought it was funny. -Lovely.
-You're welcome. -You shouldn't have…
-Of course. -Thanks.
Time to get to work.
Gentlemen…
Perfect.
Yeah…
Good.
-Nice, huh? -You don't think they're a bit too much?
A handgun would do. Less is more.
Nah, more is more. That goes without saying.
Relax, Kajan. You're spoiling the fun.
What the hell?
-Clark? Are you in there? -Yes, honey! I'll be right there.
We're screwed.
Hiya.
-What are you two up to? -We haven't done anything.
But I think Kaj-Robert got crabs.
Good to know.
-Clark, this is Bosse from Kvällsöppet. -Pleasure to meet you.
-Hello. -Thanks for doing this, Clark.
-Sure, don't mention it. -This is Dieter and Wolfgang.
Heil there!
Right. How about if we set up in here?
Sure thing.
Alright, guys…
I heard you got laid, Kajan. Congrats.
-On the couch? -Yes.
-Well then… Let's do this, huh? -Yeah.
-Are you boys ready? -Sure.
Clark, interview.
Take one.
Good evening.
On tonight's show, I sit down with one of Sweden's most famous,
or should I say, infamous characters.
He's currently in hiding, on the run from a long prison sentence in Sweden.
Ladies and gentlemen: Clark Olofsson.
-Welcome. -Thank you.
-How are you? -I'm fine.
-Your prison sentence… -Yes.
You believe that you should be pardoned, on the basis that you are rehabilitated.
I'm done with all that crap.
What prompted this drastic change?
As soon as I got out of the so-called penal "care" system in Sweden,
it was like a switch in my head flicked.
It's closed.
And now I am the person you see before you today.
-An ordinary law-abiding citizen. -Fantastic.
This is a robbery!
Fucking Germans.
Get the money.
What the hell are you doing? Jump the desk!
Ow… No, Clark!
We're lenient in Sweden, right?
Convicts in Sweden are treated comparatively well.
That's what they want you to believe.
Is it lenient to treat people like animals?
The safe!
Ask her for the key.
How are you supposed to change your ways when you're locked up?
Being stripped of all your rights?
-Kajan! You gotta give her the bag. -Yeah…
It's like I always say: nothing can grow in captivity.
Makes sense.
Damn…
Walk around.
-You're here with Maria, your fiancée? -That's correct.
Maria, come over here.
-Come on, honey! -You can join us.
Here's Maria.
Welcome.
Here she is. She's pretty, right?
What are your plans for the future?
We plan on settling down.
That's all I really want - to live a normal life.
An honest life.
-At an undisclosed location. -What the hell?
Perhaps a mini-Clark soon?
You look lovely together.
Thank you both.
That's it for now. Catch us again next Tuesday.
Fucking moron!
Go!
Welcome, Mr. Lindström.
I know, I know.
I said a lot of bullshit on TV
and convinced everybody it was true.
But like I always say…
Things aren't always as they seem.
He can't see us.
Like that one time Mom and me hid under the table…
Try and take it from your old man.
Come get it!
-Ow! What the hell? -Daddy, you fell!
Not so funny anymore, huh?
Fucking idiot kid.
Huh? Not so funny anymore, huh?
Sten!
-Lay off him! -Shut up, you fucking bitch!
Look what he did, that piece-of-shit kid.
-It's just a game! -He can't even play fucking soccer!
I can't take this shit anymore.
-Fucking idiot! -Shut the fuck up! God damn it!
It sure as hell was no accident.
But, like I said, it was business as usual in my family.
Olofsson.
That'll be 18.25 crowns, please.
My dad broke my arm, and it cost us all of our savings.
Thank you.
And Dad's booze money, too.
He didn't see us.
Where the hell are you? Huh?
Stealing my fucking money, huh?
Son of a bitch.
He left. He's gone now.
He's gone.
Look at me. Mommy's here.
Mommy's here.
I love you, Clark.
I love you. Mommy's here.
I'll always be here--
There you are!
Fucking hell, he was pissed.
My God!
Ready?
This baby's taking us to Beirut.
It's also a means for bringing money.
And we won't risk losing them.
Well…
Really great, really nice, but…
what happened to my car?
Whatever, it's not important.
When we get to Beirut, we sell this thing and get all our money back.
Plus a little extra. Clever, huh?
Really clever, but… it looks expensive.
It was.
How did you get it?
How?
Well, I know people.
And they trust me.
So we made a deal. A hell of a deal.
Hop in.
Seriously.
No shady business, OK?
Honey, how can you say that?
Of course not! I promise.
Let's head back to the hotel, get our stuff, and then…
Next stop, Beirut!
Well…
I mean, that was such a great interview!
They really got to see your true colors, you showed them we were right all along!
You deserve the benefit of the doubt, now that you've quit crime.
Quit crime? Most definitely!
Let's put this one down there…
Police! Don't move!
No, no, no…
Here we come!
-What the hell's going on? -God, what happened?
How should I know?
I didn't do anything.
God damn it…
Tommy fucking Lindström.
-How did they find us? -I have no idea. But this is bad.
-We gotta go. -What about our stuff, and Kaj Robert?
-We can't just leave him. -Fuck him. He's on his own.
Did you bring our passports?
The god damned police who won't leave you alone!
Kaj-Robert? Why are you here?
-That's not my problem. -Problem?
This man is a… He's fucking small-fry! Shit!
-Son of a bitch. Where is Clark? -My lips are sealed.
-Kaj-Robert! You tell me right now! -Fucking cop.
Where is Clark? Spit it out!
You're gonna be in so much trouble.
Where is Clark?
-Baraut. -Baraut?
-He said he was going to Baraut. -Where the hell is Baraut?
I have our passports.
What the hell? What's this?
-Is this our money? -Yes.
Like I told you, I held on to them after your night out.
It wasn't me.
-I'm holding on to this. So they're safe. -Right.
Don't you remember?
You're the best, Maria! Do you know that?
-Where the hell is Baraut? -I don't know.
Fucking hell!
I need to get there now!
BARAUT IS IN INDIA
3,966 KILOMETERS FROM BEIRUT
-Don't tell him I told you. -Shut up, Kaj-Robert!
-Hey! -Fuck!
Fuck…
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I fucking love you!
I guess we all learned something from this.
Kaj-Robert, Tommy, Maria…
Hell, even I learned something.
Nah, just kidding. Everything went according to my plan.
Anyway, we're southbound and the rest of my fucking life can begin.
WELCOME TO HUNGARY
WELCOME TO POLAND
WELCOME TO THE USSR
Clark and Maria, on the road again.
Clark coming through!
WELCOME TO YUGOSLAVIA
WELCOME TO GREECE
-You can't sleep behind the wheel. -I'm not.
Look at that.
-Look. Honey, we're here. -Yes!
Beirut - the Paris of the Middle East.
Can you smell it? The smell of freedom!
Paradise for people like me.
Not too shabby, huh?
I'm happy with who I am.
I like me.
Thank you, Maria, for making me see it.
Welcome to paradise.
Well, what the hell do I know?
What the hell is that noise?
BASED ON "VAFAN VAR DET SOM HÄNDE?" I-III BY CLARK OLOFSSON
Subtitle translation by Erik Lindberg