"I'VE READ EVERY BOOK EVER WRITTEN, AND A FEW MORE."
CLARK OLOFSSON
BASED ON TRUTHS AND LIES
["Oh Susie" playing]
[engine revving]
♪ Oh, Susie... ♪
KUMLA PRISON 2ND JUNE 1980
♪ Oh, Susie, say what's on your mind ♪
♪ We've got nowhere to run ♪
[guard, on intercom] Name?
My name is Sussi Korsner. I have an appointment with Clark Olofsson.
♪ We were much too young ♪
[guard] Welcome.
Raise your arms. Carrying any sharp objects?
♪ Love is warm... ♪
Hi.
[guard] Identification?
[Clark] Every damn author in Sweden was lining up,
hoping to get a chance to write my biography.
There was a shitload of great material to work with...
[guard] Thank you.
[Clark] ...and everyone knew it would be a bestseller.
I chose this babe.
Her name was Sussi and she was hot as hell.
Am I right?
[buzzer]
The world wanted to know more about me, so it was high time to get the book out.
♪ Bringing back last night... ♪
THE HUNT FOR CLARK
♪ Oh, Susie, say what's on your mind ♪
["Oh Susie" blaring over headphones]
[music stops]
[Clark] Hi, Torsten. What's up?
Where have you hidden that little cutie-pie?
The author.
- You haven't locked her up, right? - [buzzer]
- [Clark laughs] - [Sussi clears throat]
- Well, well. [chuckles] There she is. - [chuckles]
- All alone. - Hi.
- Did you get in okay? - Yep.
That's what she said. [laughs]
[nervous chuckle] Nice to finally meet you.
- Sussi. - Yeah. Yeah, Clark.
[kiss] Oh, you smell good, too.
- [chuckles] Have a seat. - Yes.
[Clark grunts] Well,
how do you plan to do this, then?
Well...
Are you gonna ask me questions, or should I just talk? I'm good at that.
- [chuckles] I gave this a lot of thought. - Oh?
I've written down a bit, if you want to read it?
- I'd love to. - Yeah.
I thought that maybe we could write the book together.
That would be fun.
No, uh, I think maybe I'll start writing on my own,
and then we'll see.
Yeah, sure. You're the author. You're in charge.
I respect that.
As you wish.
[Clark inhales deeply]
Damn, do you get a body like that from writing?
[Clark chuckles]
- [Sussi feigns laughter] - [snorts]
Uh... Let's just get started.
Well, I'm here at Kumla prison
to, um, meet Clark Olofsson for the first time.
The one and only.
It's the start of a new decade.
You only have a few months left of your sentence.
[Clark] Mm.
- You found love and got married. - Yep.
Your wife Marijke is pregnant with your first child?
Yeah, a wonderful woman.
Yes. And you're on the front page of every newspaper at this point.
And that really makes you wonder,
"How does it feel to be Clark Olofsson right now?"
[Clark scoffs] How it feels?
[synthpop music playing]
You're asking me what it feels like to be me?
- [cackles] - [earth rumbling]
What do you fucking think?
[snaps fingers]
["Just nu!" playing]
[flames whooshing]
[cackles]
[cheerleaders] Clark!
- [cheering] - [camera shutters clicking]
[cheerleaders] Clark! C-L-A-R-K!
Clark!
[women moaning]
[bell tolling]
[cheering]
[women moaning] Oh, Clark!
[women moaning]
It feels really freakin' great to be Clark Olofsson right now.
[Clark] Oh, shit.
Here we are.
Welcome to my humble abode.
- Ah. - [chuckles]
C316, where I live.
Here I have books. I read a lot. Here I sit and write.
- [Sussi] Hmm. - [Susanne Lanefelt] And two.
And some workouts. [chuckles] I'm trying to keep in shape.
Oh. That's good.
Come, have a seat.
- Yes. - Yeah.
Fine...
Uh, so, can you tell me what happened at the restaurant after the robbery?
- What do you mean? - When you got arrested.
You chose a restaurant next to a police station.
It almost feels like you wanted to be arrested.
Oh, no. [chuckles]
Uh, this place isn't that bad actually.
I mean, I've been in prison so much of my life
that it's a place where I can get peace and quiet.
Time to think.
Time to think about what?
E-everything.
So what did you find out?
That I'm done with this life now. Mm?
That I want to start a new life with Marijke.
[Sussi] Mm?
Squeaky-clean, law-abiding.
- Yeah? That's exciting. - Yeah.
Because you already have two kids, right? Two daughters?
[sniffles] Yep.
[Clark] Oh, yeah.
I've produced two.
One with, uh, Ingela. You know, that hot chick from the sauna.
[Ingela and Madou scream]
And one with lovely Madou. Remember her?
I ran into her a few years later, and one thing led to another.
[Sussi] Mm?
Well, do you ever see your daughters?
Ah, that's, uh... Hell, it's...
We have a great relationship. They love me.
[workout grunting on TV]
Here's the deal. I... I don't think like that.
That's in the past, and I never, ever dwell on the past.
No, that's not a fun topic. Let's skip that one.
Yes, but it's important to me and for the book.
I want to know everything about you.
- [scoffs] - For instance...
I mean, you seem to like it here in prison.
So, how come you... you escape all the time?
What kind of goddamn question is that?
Uh, you know what? Let's just forget about all that.
You should be writing that I'm gonna start a new life with Marijke, start a family,
and I'm gonna be out of here in a few months and be with her.
Focus on that. It's gonna be great.
[gate rumbling]
[birds chirping]
Don't do anything stupid now, Clark.
- What do you mean? - [gate slams]
It's your last day release.
- Yeah, I know that. - Only a few weeks left on your sentence.
[Clark] Mm...
There is no chance in hell that I'm gonna mess this up.
- [horn blaring] - Kurre!
[laughter and yelling]
[rock music blaring]
Sure you will.
[Kurre] It's so great to see you!
Suck cock, you damn cop! Ah!
[whooping]
[traditional folk music playing]
SKANSEN - MIDSUMMER'S EVE
[children giggling]
- [horn honks] - [woman] Move it, you old bastard!
- [rock music blaring] - [passengers yelling]
[Kurre] Slarken!
[laughter]
[folk music continues]
[rock music blaring]
- [Clark] Whoa! - [Kurre] I'm driving here!
What are you staring at?!
[laughter]
[Clark yells]
- [tires screech] - [horn blares]
♪ Bottoms up! ♪
♪ Sing hopp faderallan lallan hey ♪
♪ The one who doesn't drink it all ♪
♪ He has to lose his head or more ♪
♪ Bottoms up! ♪
♪ Sing hopp faderallan lallan hey ♪
- Slarken, are you okay? - [woman] Hold on!
[farting]
- [Kurre] I almost fell. - [man] Turn off the damn car!
[Clark yells]
[rock music continues blaring]
- [Clark] Happy Midsummer! - Are you having fun or what?!
I'll take that. Happy Midsummer!
- [girl screams] - Take it easy!
- [Kurre farts] - We want to have fun!
[Kurre] We will!
What the hell's going on, huh? Has someone died?
- I want a real old-fashioned... - Gammel Dansk!
...Swedish midsummer,
so put in some damn effort!
♪ Oh, little frogs... ♪
- [girl screaming] - Play for Slarken! Play for Slarken!
There you go. Hello.
Dance, I said! Happy Midsummer!
- [musicians resume playing] - [Clark slurring]
- [man] Put her down. - Isn't she celebrating midsummer as well?
Put her down right now.
What's in your hair? He's got flowers in his hair!
Go to the Bahamas! [grunts]
- My good sir... - [man] Go away!
[man chuckles] Take it easy, man.
[Kurre] I need a beer!
[onlookers gasp]
[Clark] Come on! Dance! Dance!
[laughs] Goddamn it.
[man] We want some beers!
[mimicking electric guitar]
Have a sausage.
- No! - Come on.
This is the shit. O.P. Anderson never fails.
Shall I pour one for you?
No, no, no. You don't need to do that. I'll manage.
Excuse me?
- Yeah? Hey there. - Hey.
Happy Midsummer.
Hey, Happy Midsummer.
Look, I don't think this is the right place for you and your friends.
No, you're absolutely right.
This place is really uptight. But don't you worry, old fart.
We'll get this party started.
We think that it would be better if you just packed up and left.
We most definitely don't want any trouble during midsummer.
No, I get that. What's your problem?
- I'm just trying to... - Don't you have a sense of humor?
We're a happy bunch who came here to have some fun.
- Yeah, yeah! - [woman] Fuck, yeah!
We maybe don't find it that amusing
that a gang of tragic, alcoholic hooligans come here
and scare the families half to death,
so it would be best if you just left, Clark.
Oh, so you're not complete morons out here in the countryside?
- No. - [girl] Hi, Grandpa.
I was starting to wonder if you knew who you were talking to.
What's with the attitude?
I know who you are,
that you're used to doing what you want, but this is enough.
This midsummer's celebration has had enough.
So I want you to take your dirty, disgusting damn gang
and leave this place.
- [grunts] - [onlookers gasp]
You don't talk to me like that! Nobody tells me what I can and cannot do!
[mother] Wait, come here.
What the hell are you looking at?! He started it.
[girl] Mommy!
Have a strawberry and enjoy Midsummer's Eve. They're tasty.
- [onlookers gasp] - [fighting grunts]
Let go of me! Let go of me!
- Slarken? - Take it easy!
Damn violin bastards!
- [man] Kurre! - [Clark] Let go of me, damn it! [groans]
Let go! I told you to let go!
[woman screams]
Do you know who I am?!
You bastard! I'll break your goddamn nose!
[woman] Oh, my God!
- [man] Oh, shit. He's got a knife. - [woman] He's got a knife!
[man] Run to the phone booth and call the police!
[girl] Grandpa!
[screaming]
- [yelling] Help me! - [man] Somebody's got to do something!
- [woman] Enough, Clark! - Slarken...
How dare you hit me in the face with a bottle?!
- [woman] Kurre! - [Kurre] Slarken, that's enough! Enough!
Slarken! Slarken!
Slarken! Slarken! Slarken!
We have to leave. Slarken, come on. We have to leave.
Slarken, come on! Come on! We have to leave!
[man] Come on, someone help him!
[woman] Stop, you bastards!
[man] Somebody! Somebody!
Don't just stand there!
- [woman] Can you hear me? - [man] Do something!
[groaning]
Thus, I find Clark Oderth Olofsson
guilty of aggravated assault,
and sentence him to two years in prison.
What the hell?! Come on, cut me some slack!
- He was the one who started it! - Oh, right! So, I started it?
Yes, you freakin' started it. Besides, it was sort of an accident.
He fell on the knife.
And my wife, she's due any day.
Now I'm gonna miss the birth of my child, again.
Maybe you should have thought about that before he fell on the knife...
17 times!
Oh, come on. He's still alive!
Yeah, well, it was a really fucking close call, dammit!
[Clark] Be damn grateful.
Don't you think I could have killed him if I wanted?
I think, perhaps, that you should stop talking, Clark.
Clark, I think something's wrong.
I know. He's an idiot. I'm innocent.
[gavel bangs]
Take him away, immediately.
Honey, did you pee yourself?
- Honey, I think my water broke. - Okay, Clark, let's go.
- Damn it. Let me go. - Stop fussing.
Honey!
I... Honey!
Put him away!
Honey! See you soon!
Let me go!
Hey! Let go!
[midwife] Easy, now.
Don't hold it in, Marijke.
- Screaming might help. - [exhales]
There, there. You will be just fine.
[Marijke groans]
[baby crying]
[baby screaming]
I'm just trying to understand,
because you were gonna start your new life,
and then you assault a man, almost to death.
Yeah, well, maybe that wasn't so clever.
But that bastard farmer started it,
so I missed another birth again.
But Marijke was fine with that.
It was worse for me, who couldn't be there.
[Sussi] Hmm.
[sighs] Well, come on. Childbirth is overrated.
I mean, who remembers it anyway?
Huh?
It's not until they start to talk and walk that you got to be there.
And that's gonna be just in time for my release.
I mean, I'm still here, right?
I'm not like my dad, who just left.
Could we talk a bit about your... your father?
I get the feeling you're afraid of becoming like him.
- [Sten coughing] - [Clark mimicking cars racing]
[Sten laughs]
Huh?
[chuckles] Here you go.
[Ingbritt] A gift?
- It's his goddamn birthday. - How nice!
- Of course I got him something. Huh? - How nice, Clark!
- Hi, Mommy. - Hi.
[Sten laughs] Huh?
- A pistol? - [Sten laughs]
But, Sten, for crying out loud...
- [Sten] What? - Is it real?
A real what?
A real pistol!
[Sten] It's a birthday present, goddamn it.
Get me a beer instead.
Fuck! You just have to ruin the mood.
Always a paint in my ass, that goddamn bitch.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang!
Clark. Clark, listen to me. Come. Come here. Listen to me.
Just between us guys. Here's the deal.
Bitches, some things they just don't get.
You catch my drift, huh?
[laughs] It's nice, right?
I, for one, think it's a horrible idea.
- What do you mean, "horrible"? - To let a six-year-old play with a g...
[Sten] You damn idiot!
- [gun clicking] - It's obviously not fucking loaded!
What the hell do you think, you stupid goddamn...
- [Ingbritt screaming] - [Clark gasps]
- Oh! - [baby crying]
[Sten laughs]
What the hell?! What a fucking blast, huh?
[neighbor yelling] What are you doing now?!
[Ingbritt panting]
Oh, shit. Are you okay?
- You shot me! - But it was just in the leg.
What's wrong with you? It's just a scratch, for Christ's sake!
- I'm bleeding! - Yes, you're bleeding.
Damn it!
I'm so fucking tired of this shit!
Nobody here appreciates me!
Whatever I do is wrong! Damn it!
Give me that beer!
I'm so fucking sick of you!
Goddamn it, you fucking idiots!
Go to hell, both of you!
[Ingbritt panting]
I've just... hurt myself a bit.
Just bleeding a little. [gasps]
Forget about him.
He was a freakin' idiot. All you need to know.
Hey, now I have a little question for you.
[Clark inhales deeply]
It gets so freakin' lonely in here.
So I was thinking, before you leave, would you mind giving me your panties?
[Sussi clears throat, smacks lips]
[cup thuds]
- I think we're done for today. - [button clicks]
- What? We've got 20 minutes left. - Yeah.
But we'll continue this next time,
because, yeah...
- [door opens] - It was worth a try! [laughs]
- [door slams] - All right.
[Clark] Can't take a fucking joke.
I had three years to kill,
so while lame-ass Sussi wrote the book, I applied to the school of journalism.
I'd written for The Concrete Journal, and that was a success.
- Welcome, Clark. - Thank you.
And they gave me day releases so I could take the admissions tests.
There. You have one hour, starting now.
You have a lot of time to read when you're behind bars,
and I've probably read every book there is, plus a few more.
And that makes you smart as fuck.
Not a single person thought that I would pass.
- Done. - But how hard can it be?
- What the...? He got full marks. - Yep.
And he did it in record time as well.
He can't be a complete idiot, then.
No, but I see the political aspects in this complicated matter,
so I would strongly advise you, in every way,
against letting Clark Olofsson setting his foot in this school.
Mm. Thanks. But that's not what this is about, right?
- Are we...? Are we sure about this? - No.
Do you think I want that bastard here?
We're not sure, but we don't have a freakin' choice.
[stamp thuds]
APPROVED
[Clark] Ha! You bet your ass I got accepted.
And I graduated in record time, with top grades.
- [principal] Clark Olofsson. - [Clark chuckles]
Piece of freakin' cake.
Congratulations. It's been an honor to have you here at our school.
- Yes, it has. - Well, good luck.
- I've had a great time. - [grunts]
[Clark laughs]
- [muted applause] - [camera clicks]
CLARK GRADUATES JOURNALISM SCHOOL
- Here he comes! - [Clark] Hi there.
- There you all are. - [woman] Hi.
- Hello. - Hi.
- I guess a congratulations is in order. - Hi. [chuckles]
How about that, Clark? Now you're a journalist.
Well, thank you.
What did your friends say about you holding a press conference?
They said, uh... "Fight for prisoners' rights."
But they don't see you as some kind of hotshot?
You're not suffering because of the fame and attention?
Nah. Hell, they know me.
How does it feel?
- Yeah, well... I'm happy, I guess. - Mm.
I'll be even happier in two years and four months, when I'm free.
[laughter]
Society has provided for you.
Will you hand back the money from the big heist in Gothenburg?
- No, I can't. - Why not?
I don't know where it is.
How much money is it?
Well, 700,000 or something.
- You're saying you don't know where it is? - I have no idea where it is.
[man] Mm-hmm.
What kind of journalism will you focus on?
- What topics will you cover? - Uh, I get it.
You think I'll write about things I'm an expert on,
such as, uh, crime journalism, bank robberies and good-looking ladies.
[inhales sharply] But, uh, I don't want to decide right now.
- I want to learn it all. - Oh?
How does it feel to meet your future colleagues like this?
Well, I've seen them before.
Is this the look of a journalist nowadays?
I'll be a much better-looking journalist than you guys, that's for sure.
I wasn't a damn bit interested in becoming a journalist
or writing about a bunch of boring people.
Why would I waste my time on that when I could focus on myself?
But the best thing was the day releases for so-called "work experience."
So I got my fair share of "experience."
[DJ on PA] A night at the club. You're in for a good time, my friends.
The night has started, the night is young.
Moving and grooving, and hopping and bopping,
and rocking and rolling, and having a good time!
There's my buddy. Kurre!
[Kurre yells and laughs]
[DJ] I thought everyone was here, but what do I see?
- Clark is in the house, the famous rascal! - [crowd cheering]
Dance party!
Slarken... Nose candy.
Much obliged.
- [snorts] Oh! - Now, let's get wasted!
[DJ] That's the way to do it! It's party night!
Let's dance!
Cheers, goddamn it.
[Clark] The '80s. A damn good decade.
[commentator] He wins it again!
He shows incredible strength.
- Tear down this wall. - [Gorbachev, in Russian] Cheers!
[Swedish pop music playing]
Don't believe everything you read in the papers.
We had a blast. That girl, Kicki, I fucked her.
- Hey, Clark? - Yeah?
Here it is. It's great stuff. Straight from platter.
[snorts]
[grunts]
Olofsson!
Ah! Tommy-Pony!
[laughs] Great to see you have time to party too, my friend.
[Clark laughs]
Hey, this thing with you becoming a journalist...
[Clark] Oh?
I've told everybody that will crash and burn.
Well, everything was going super great until you showed up.
Yeah, it sure looks that way.
[Clark snorting]
Police!
Everybody who doesn't want to get arrested for drug possession, leave the room.
[man] The cop has to take a dump.
- See you. - You stay here.
You...
stay here.
Dammit, Clark. I thought you'd straightened things out.
I have. [sniffs] Everything's going perfectly.
- Don't interfere! - Mm-hm? Hey...
I've known you all your life, and I know...
I know that you have some potential in that dizzy head of yours.
Come on, take this chance
and prove that you aren't the damn idiot that everyone thinks you are.
Shut up! Don't you call me an idiot!
- Mm-hmm? - You're the idiot!
Nobody tells me what to do, ever!
[scoffs] So, now, when you shout, I'm supposed to get a bit scared?
Maybe you should.
Ah. And then maybe you're gonna hit me as well?
Hey, let's do that. Hit me. Give me a big fat...
[Clark] Yeah, well, he asked for it.
Suit yourself.
[DJ] Can it get any better?
This might be an unusually magical night, just like every night.
Woo-hoo!
And now for some Björn Skifs! Party on!
["Michelangelo" playing]
Hold this.
[Clark chuckles, gasps]
What's that in your pocket, Jan?
Oh, my name is not Jan, and you have your hand on my cock.
[Clark laughs]
I know who you are.
And I know who you are.
Tommy!
Lena Nyman!
[Clark laughs]
Hi, Tommy!
[crowd cheering]
[Clark cheer]
- [Kurre cheers] - [Tommy] Fucking hell!
Away with you!
Away with him!
♪ Michelangelo! ♪
[in Swedish] ♪ Will you let me know? ♪
I love you, Clark!
Kurre! Lena Nyman!
Lena Nyman!
[Clark laughs]
[Clark singing in Swedish]
[in Swedish] ♪ Bring your paint and brush Make her your masterpiece ♪
[DJ] Björn "the Blue Swede" Skifs!
Maybe he's here. Check the VIP corner!
Clark Olofsson!
[laughter]
[moaning]
[laughter]
[Lena] Come here.
Come here. Ah.
Let's take this off! [grunts]
[Lena giggles]
- You're in for a damn good ride. - Take me!
- Best you ever had. - I can't wait any longer.
- [Clark grunts] What the hell is this? - Just unbutton it. That's it.
[both moaning]
- [Clark moans intensely] - [giggles]
[both grunt]
[Clark sighs]
[Clark snoring]
[Lena clears throat]
[Clark grunts]
[snoring continues]
[sighs] That wasn't much of a ride.
[birds chirping]
- [ice cream van ditty playing] - [fly buzzing]
Good morning.
[grunts] Good morning yourself.
[Clark chuckles]
The fastest lover in the world.
I told you I was the best.
[both chuckle]
Just wait until I tell my friends
I've slept with the one and only Svartenbrandt.
What? Like hell you did!
[scoffs] Come on, you silly sausage.
[sighs] Of course I know that you are the other one.
Clark.
Yeah.
The best one, of course.
- [grunts] You bet your sweet ass I am! - [giggles]
Mm. Is there any grub in this place?
Mm-hm. I'll get you something.
[Clark chuckles]
[inhales deeply]
[yawns]
- [cutlery scraping in kitchen] - [sighs]
Hey, what time is it?
- Just past 11. - Oh, shit.
[dial tone]
[dialing]
[line beeping]
- [man] Hello? Day Release division. - Sjölander? Yeah, it's Clark.
- Goddamn it, Clark! - You've been trying to get ahold of me.
- That's why I'm calling. - From eight o'clock!
- Time flies when you're having fun. - Okay, forget that now.
Something's happened.
What? Okay, what is it that's so damn important?
[sighs] There's no easy way to say this,
but it's regarding your mother.
We've been in contact with the hospital, and, uh...
[Lena] How would you like your eggs? Hard or soft-boiled?
[machine beeping steadily]
[Clark] That damn cancer had spread all throughout Mom's body.
She didn't have much time left.
She just lay there... waiting.
[weakly] Clark...
Yeah. I love you, Mom. [chuckles softly]
My Clark...
Nice to have you... here.
I'm here.
I'm... I'm so proud of you.
[Clark chuckles]
Yeah, I know.
- It'll be all right. - Yeah.
It's gonna be all right.
You don't have to say anything.
I did...
I did the best I could.
I know.
I-I love you.
[inhales deeply] You are so sweet.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay. [sighs]
[Ingbritt exhales sharply]
[exhales slowly]
[machine beeping]
[sustained beep]
She couldn't go on any longer,
and suddenly... she was just gone.
[sustained beep continues]
[sighs]
[sniffles]
[sighs]
Goodbye, Mommy, dearest.
[sniffles]
[sighs]
[chuckles softly]
[departing footsteps]
And those damn idiots...
they didn't even let me attend her funeral.
Can you believe it?
Well, just because I sometimes failed to return on time after a day release.
Ah, goddamn it. Life goes on.
[sighs]
THREE YEARS LATER
♪ There is a light inside your window ♪
♪ Beside a bleeding heart ♪
♪ I never knew my hopes would crumble ♪
♪ Why did I let you stay? ♪
[guard] Well, Olofsson...
♪ You said forgive me... ♪
[Clark] And after a couple of years, it was finally time for my release.
[spits]
- [bell ringing] - [gate rumbling]
As you know, I usually escape from the big house.
I've escaped 17 times. It must be some kind of world record.
Take care, Clark. I wish you all the best.
- Go shit yourself. - I hope we don't see each other again.
But this time, I served my whole sentence.
I wanted to get away from society and start over. A law-abiding life.
For real this time.
It's like I always...
- Oh! What the hell?! - [tires screech]
Watch my pot plant! What the hell?!
[tires squeal]
[Clark panting shakily]
H-hey, guys, what the hell?
T-take this off. I can't breathe.
Do you know who I am?!
What have I done to you?
Uh, whatever it is, I-I'm innocent. I promise you that.
Come on, seriously.
Come on! What have I done to you?
W-what the hell?
I'm going through a very tough time right now.
Huh? W-what do you want to know? Huh?
Ask away. Yeah. I-I'll tell you anything!
Everyone I know are idiots anyway!
[in unison] Surprise!
[cheering and laughter]
Oh, you fell for it! I knew it was you all along!
Yeah, when we are trying to fool you, you end up fooling us.
Ah, Marijke, dammit.
- Hey. - Hi, honey.
- Hi. - And little Jon. Good to see you.
Oh, you're great, everyone. Fun. Sussi-Pussi's here, and Pitala.
So, let's party! Huh? Huh?
- [laughs] - [Clark] Yes, that's a great plan.
[Clark] Mm.
Let the party begin.
[children laugh]
[Sussi] How exciting.
[indistinct chattering]
[Sussi laughs] That's nice.
[Sussi sighs]
- On the train? - Yeah.
And then some people came in.
- It was the first time. - [Sussi] Yeah?
I got, uh...
- It cleared up quickly. - What are you talking about?
Well, nothing special. We're just chatting.
Oh?
Yeah, Marijke told us about how you two met.
Yeah, that's right.
Well, the book would be so much better with the insights of your loved ones.
Mm. Yeah, yeah. Is that even possible?
That the book will be better, I mean. It is about me, after all.
[Clark laughs]
Yeah...
Ah, just kidding. I have nothing to hide.
- [Kurre] How beautiful. - It is. Hey, could we talk for a sec?
- Sure. - Mm. Good. Come on. Let's go inside.
Uh, why the hell are you standing there, talking to random strangers, huh?
You don't know if what they tell you is true.
- Yeah. - Nobody knows me better than I do.
I remember everything. My memory's perfect.
You don't need anyone else.
- Mm? - Hmm.
Hell, I mean, is the book about Clark Olofsson...
or is it about everyone else?
No, I'm writing the book about you, Clark, but I think it could...
That's the ticket.
[Sussi] Hmm.
Bye, now.
- [Kurre laughs] There he is! - Marijke, it's time to leave.
[man] That's good.
[Clark] Come here.
[indistinct chattering]
I want to say a few words.
Listen up!
This is a historic event.
The Clark Olofsson has left the building.
CONGRATS ON YOUR RELEASE
I'm tired of this crappy country.
From now on, Clark Olofsson lives in Belgium
with his beautiful wife, Marijke, and his little cute son.
And there will be no more bank robberies.
Yeah, from now on,
there's gonna be barbecues and drinks on the porch.
And I'm already chubby.
[laughter]
[Kurre] Cut it out, Clarken.
And I want to tell you, from the bottom of my heart...
- Go shit yourself! - [laughter]
Cheers!
- [grunts] Off to Belgium. - [glass shatters]
[bottle shatters] [man] What?
- [Clark scoffs and chuckles] - [man] Good luck, Clark!
- [man 2] Good luck! - Applause for Slarken!
[whooping]
- [grunts] Thank you, Kurre. - [Kurre weeping] I'll be fine.
- I... I'm fine. - Yeah.
[car doors shut]
- Okay, honey, safety belt on. - Oh! Mm.
- We're law-abiding from now on. - Okay.
[engine starts]
[cheering]
Huh? Sussi-Pussi, you didn't expect this, huh?
But, you see,
I can live by the law.
But you've had a bit too much to drink...
[Clark] Bye, now.
[tires squeal]
[woman] Goodbye!
[horn honks]
Ah, he's coming back! He's coming back around!
- [cheering] - [laughter]
[Kurre] I love you, Clark!
[weatherman on radio] We can expect low pressure moving in...
[radio playing indistinctly]
[Clark] You comfortable back there, son?
Mom's asleep. It's just the two of us.
- Two owls in the night. - [turn signal ticking]
There we go. Sit tight, son. Dad's just gonna take care of something.
- [engine stops] - [muttering] Well, let's see here...
Why are we stopping?
Well, I'm just gonna fill up a bit.
- Don't worry. I'll just be a second. - Please, Clark...
You know what I said.
You do what you want, but you don't bring any of it home to me and Jon.
- It's important to me. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know.
I love you. And him.
Jon.
- I'll be right back. - [door opens]
But please, Clark...
[sighs]
[laughs]
- [grunts] - [shovel clatters]
[Clark] 700,000 crowns.
The money from the record heist in Gothenburg.
That would last us a while at least.
[sighs] There. Let's go.
[engine starts]
18 MONTHS LATER
BLANKENBERGE, BELGIUM 1984
[door shuts]
[engine revving]
- [Clark] Jon, check this out. - [balloon squeaking]
[inhales]
[high-pitched voice] Hidely-ho there, Jon! Here comes the balloon monster!
Roar!
- [knocking] - [high-pitched laugh]
- Hi. Yeah. - Sussi.
- Come on in. - Thank you very much.
[high-pitched cackling]
- No, I was just kidding. - [Sussi] Hi, Clark.
[normal voice] Hi there, Sussi-Pussi! Welcome to Casa del Olofsson.
- Thanks a lot. - Have a seat.
Thank you very much. How nice.
- Hi, Jon. - We're celebrating. It's Jon's birthday.
Yes, so I heard. What a lovely cake you've got.
I know. I made it myself. [chuckles]
And how old are you?
Well, good luck getting more than that. He doesn't speak, that one.
Uh, he's not retarded or anything,
but apparently that can happen when you move and stuff,
but I guess it'll happen.
Happy Birthday, Jon.
- How's the book coming along? - Thanks for asking.
Well, it, mm... it's slowly getting there.
- It'll be a very heavy book. - [sighs] Yeah.
You've lived a very productive life.
[laughs] Exactly.
Here's what I'm thinking.
[voice warps] I know that you had a really tough upbringing...
[Sussi's voice warping indistinctly]
- [Sten] There you go. - A pistol?
...everything! Fucking bi...
[screaming]
[Sussi, muffled] There are a few things that I'd like to dig deeper into. Clark?
Huh?
Do you want to talk here, or would you rather go outside?
No, no. Here's just fine.
[Sussi] Mm?
I've got nothing to hide from Marijke.
She can handle quite a bit. [laughs]
Okay.
Well, um, you, um...
You don't like to talk about your childhood.
But now that you have a family of your own,
I'm curious about how you see the family you grew up in.
Your relationship with your mother, and so on.
[young Clark] Mom!
[Ingbritt] Mommy's here. Everything will be all right.
- [Clark] No! - I'll always be there for you.
- Let her go! No! - [Ingbritt screams]
[young Clark] Mom! No!
You're so good.
[screaming]
Uh, she was... she was good.
Sh-she was great.
[Sussi] Uh... Hmm.
Yeah, and I've also had quite a lot of contact with Maria,
your girlfriend for many years.
And she told me that between...
I told you not to talk to them. Goddamn it.
[Sussi] Um...
Hey, Clark, wait.
How... W-what happened?
Come on! Seriously, huh?!
Why are you focusing on all that godforsaken old crap?
Forget all that shit!
You have the best story in the world right in front of you.
Clark Olofsson, once a criminal mastermind,
now a family man.
It's a book about your entire life.
We can't skip what happened and pretend it didn't.
[Clark scoffs]
- All the people you hurt, we have to... - No! Goddamn it!
Today's just not a good day. It feels wrong, right?
We'll do it another time.
You have to leave. I've got shitloads to do. Bye.
Jon, here comes the balloon monster again!
Roar! Time for cake!
- [giggles] - Roar! Here's the world's best dad!
♪ We are all the winners ♪
♪ We are all the best... ♪
["We Are All the Winners" continues in Swedish]
[laughter]
[Clark] This is what Sussi should write about.
Clark Olofsson, the best dad in the world on his first try.
Well, technically, it's the third. But you get my point.
♪ We are all the winners... ♪
[Clark] The cops are coming!
I did it, and I showed them all that I could live a law-abiding life.
♪ We are all the winners ♪
♪ We are all the best ♪
Well, almost.
[policeman] Clark Olofsson, we have surrounded the building!
- Come out with your hands up! - Oh, damn it!
[Clark] It was so damn expensive being a law-abiding family man,
and the money from the big heist in Gothenburg ran out fast as hell.
[muttering] Fucking shit.
[cheering]
[Clark] So, to be on the safe side,
I started a little business with my old friend Kurre
as soon as I was released.
As it turned out, Kurre had great connections in Belgium,
and together with one of the top cats at Televerket,
we came up with a smart way to get the goods to Sweden.
[ship horn blares]
The guy from Televerket would listen in on phone calls
so we could keep track of customs and the cops.
That's why the papers called us the Televerket Gang.
But really, we should have been called the Olofsson Gang...
- [Kurre] Brilliant, Slarken! - Piece of cake.
...if you ask me.
It was a perfect plan. The money kept rolling in.
Are you okay, Jon?
Marijke never asked about my business trips.
And I kept my promise.
"Don't bring your job home." And it was fun to bring my son to work.
- [Jon crying] - Stop your whining.
Ah, kind of.
I could be the best dad in the world and still do business.
Mix business with pleasure, so to speak.
It was smooth-fucking-sailing. Until now, that is.
- Jon, come on. - [police radio chatter]
Out of the blue, they show up and ruin everything, as usual.
I had goods worth over a million in my bag,
and I wasn't gonna hand it over to the cops.
So it was time to leave and say, "Tot ziens!" to Belgium.
Belgium is totally overrated anyway.
[sighs] Right, here's the deal, okay?
Uh... I got to go now.
But stay calm. Mom's gonna find you. Everything will be fine. Bye, now!
[sirens wailing in distance]
[sighs]
So, uh, some cash...
for, uh, ice cream and food and stuff.
Then everything's cool between us.
Then it's decided. Daddy's got to go. I have some stuff to take care of.
[inhales deeply] Hmm?
But, um... I'll see you later.
[clattering]
- Damn it. - [wires sparking]
[engine sputtering]
[sighs]
[engine sputters]
- Goddamn it. - [wires sparking]
[engine sputters]
[sighs]
[muttering] Fucking...
Okay, come here.
Now, you...
You're coming with me. Stay calm. Everything will be fine.
- [sighs] - [giggling]
There.
[door shuts]
- It's gonna be fine. You'll see. - [wires sparking]
Stay calm.
- [engine sputters] - What the hell?!
[wires sparking]
Don't look at me like that!
I understand that this isn't much fun,
but it's not my fault that the cops stormed our house.
[wires sparking]
It could have been a hell of a lot worse, I can tell you.
Should I have left you out in the street, huh?
- [wires sparking] - [sighs]
And this is nothing.
If you only knew what my dad did to me.
He did stuff that I would never, ever do to you.
Because I know how it feels
when some bastard just leaves and nobody gives a shit.
But I care about you.
- [giggles] - Do you hear me?
Because I'm a good father.
And I am trying my best.
[wires sparking]
- [engine starts] - [laughs]
[giggles]
A freakin' piece of cake!
Your old man's still got it.
Domdas...
[laughs] That sounded exactly as if you said "dumbass."
That would have been a hilarious first word, if you ask me.
Well, anyway...
Let's drive to Sweden.
[tires squealing]
[humming tune]
[tires screech]
Goddamn it!
[sirens wailing]
[policeman, in French] Step out of the vehicle
with your hands above your head.
Okay. Now, sir.
[in English] Come out with your hands above your head, Mr. Olofsson.
Yes, you are surrounded. We will shoot.
[grabs object]
[Clark] Dammit.
[baby crying]
[camera whirring]
You look great, Clark. Huh?
Thank you.
[Sten] Stupid little shit!
Okay! You got me!
- Put your hands up. - I give up!
- He's got a gun! - [Clark] You damn morons!
I have a child in the car!
- Drop the weapon! - My son is in the car!
[in French] Go, go. [in English] Step out of the car.
My son is in the car! Take it easy, boys!
It's gonna be fine, Jon. My son is in the car! Easy, boys!
- Step out of the car. - Easy, boys. I'm coming out. Yes.
- You are surrounded. - I'm coming out.
There is no way out. Don't make any sudden movements.
I have a child in the car. My son is in the car.
Okay?
I give up. You got me.
I'm innocent.
[grunts]
Jon! Jon!
Don't worry, son. Don't worry.
- Everything's gonna be fine. I love you. - [handcuffs fastening]
I love you! Careful with the child!
It's gonna be fine. See you soon.
It's not my bag. It's not my bag. I've never seen it before.
I don't know what's in there! I'm innocent! I'm innocent!
Take care of my child.
It's gonna be fine, son. His name is Jon!
I find Clark Oderth Olofsson guilty of aggravated drug smuggling.
- The sentence is ten years in prison. - [gavel bangs]
[muttering] What the f...
Right...
[somber orchestral music playing]
[Clark] Goddamn it.
- [gunshot] - [woman] What?
[reporter] Prime Minister Olof Palme is dead.
A man in his late thirties shot the prime minister with two bullets.
- [two gunshots] - It's unbelievable. I can't believe it.
It's absolutely terrible.
KUMLA PRISON
1ST MARCH 1986
[handbrake engages]
[horn toots]
- [buzzer] - [man] State your name and purpose.
Uh, hi. Sussi Korsner here.
I'm here to see Clark again.
- [bell rings] - [lock turns]
- Hi, Sussi. - Hi, Bosse.
[Bosse] So, this thing with Palme...
[Clark] Have you heard this one? How do you get a nun pregnant?
- [guard] I don't know. - [Clark] You fuck her. [laughs]
[buzzer]
There she is. [laughs]
Oh, holy shit!
"Love the taste, but it sure made me fat."
[Clark laughs]
- Huh? What's with you today? - [clears throat]
Don't you know who the father is? [laughs]
It can't be me, because you never put out.
You haven't heard what's happened, I take it?
- Right? - What do you mean, "happened"?
- I'm in isolation. How should I know? - Yeah. Um...
O-Olof Palme was murdered...
last night.
Oh, shit.
[chuckles] That's a relief. I thought it was something I'd done.
Well, I'm lucky to be in isolation.
Otherwise, they would have suspected me of that.
- [laughs] - Yeah, we have to talk, you and me.
Ah, come on. I liked Palme.
He treated me to cognac.
Have I told you about that? It was right after Norrmalmstorg.
- I had just solved that whole thing. - [bag unzipping]
Then I get a call that they want me to go...
Shouldn't you take out that recorder thing like you always do?
Huh? It's a great story.
I've finished the book.
Ha! Yes! Goddamn!
I knew you had it in you.
- Good job, Sussi-Pussi. - Yeah, but I've decided not to publish it.
- Huh? - [smacks lips] Um...
I've given this a lot of thought.
Um...
But the world has... it changed, so it doesn't matter anymore.
You don't matter anymore.
And I don't want to be one of those people
who contribute to the myth of Clark Olofsson.
[Clark laughs]
That's very... Don't joke like that. I almost fell for it.
[chuckles] Good one.
No, I-I don't want to. I'm not gonna publish it.
Of course you're gonna publish the book. It's great as fuck. What's wrong with you?
Why so cranky? Have I done something?
Well, the more I spoke to people who have been... close to you,
or thought that they were close to you,
I realized that you only care about one thing, and that's...
that's you, yourself.
I-I've told you not to talk to the others!
What do you do that for? That's just so dumb!
The book is about me, so talk to me!
I wanted to know the truth.
I wanted to know how people around you have seen you,
and not just your manipulative bullshit.
- [scoffs] - And I'm really glad I talked to them.
You know what, Clark? You had it all lined up for you.
You got so much love without ever giving anything back.
But time and again, you blew it all.
I mean, you've used a naive system and you've abandoned your friends.
You've let Marijke down over and over again.
And she's far from the only one.
There are many more like her.
[Clark sighs]
Your daughters, for example. Your kids.
How... How are they?
Do you even know?
They're good.
[Sussi] You fucking risked your son's life for some drugs.
You use people, Clark.
For crimes, validation and for sex.
And then, when you are tired of them and don't need them anymore,
then you throw them in the trash and move on,
without asking them how they are or what they feel.
But you know what?
I can tell you how they feel, because I've talked to all of them.
And they feel like shit...
because of you.
So, I guess that I only have one...
well, one last question.
How does it feel? How does it feel to be Clark Olofsson?
Be honest.
[Sussi sighs]
- [buzzer] - [lock turns]
[door opens]
- [door slams] - [lock turns]
[exhales]
[sighs]
How it feels?
I'll tell you exactly how it feels.
Goddamn, I'm just getting started.
Go shit yourselves.
BASED ON "VAFAN VAR DET SOM HÄNDE?" I-III BY CLARK OLOFSSON
♪ There is a light inside your window ♪
♪ Beside a bleeding heart ♪
♪ I never knew my hopes would crumble ♪
♪ Why did I let you stay? ♪
♪ You said forgive me ♪
♪ I don't know what I'm doing ♪
♪ And then you walked away ♪
♪ What's she done? ♪
♪ The writing's on the wall ♪
♪ But then you said my name ♪
♪ Nothing will stay the same ♪
♪ Why don't you fight And stand up strong? ♪
♪ But in the end we're all alone ♪
♪ We're in a battle for love ♪
♪ That we just cannot win ♪
♪ I can't remember what to remember ♪
♪ I must have forgotten This last December ♪
♪ Look in my eyes, I speak the truth ♪
♪ I cannot win, I cannot lose ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ What's on my mind, I cannot see ♪
♪ I'm stuck here trying to break free ♪
♪ In the distance I can hear you call ♪
♪ But I can't remember you at all ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪