It's August 14th, 2008. Roy here.
this is my final message.
Whoever finds this tape recorder.
I want to ask you to drive my car to my son, Johan.
It's an Alfa Romeo Spider. The keys and his address are in the glove compartment.
It's May 5th, 1980. Daddy, look!
We are in the front yard having a picnic.
Hello bummmmblebee!
It's a bumblebee!
Hey, what the hell! Come on!
Are you out of your fucking minds?
That's some fucking car Where are you going?
Away from here.
Yes, but where? That's none of your business.
Can I try it? No.
But come on, just one lap. No.
Then can I come with you? No.
But please!
You don't talk much.
You want me to tell you something? I've got lots of good stories.
So do I, you know. Hey, take it easy. Like what?
It was fucking sick. I was so close to die once. Me and a buddy where partying with some girls.
We were waiting for the subway, and he was fucking pissed. I really loved that guy.
But everything went wrong. In the beginning we were fooling around, you know playfighting
and we rolled down onto the tracks...
and it was like the entire tunnel was being illuminated, in slow motion...
I was really drunk, but it was like my whole consciousness was like...
Lets fold down the roof.
Did you know that Strunge thought he could fly?
Strunge. The Danish poet who threw himself out of a window. Never heard of him.
What? Strunge? Well, everyone thought he threw himself out the window because he was depressed.
But he wasn't. He was in that state when you feel detached from gravity.
When you know that you can transcend into a higher state. When you stand above...
Fuck it. When he threw himself out of the window he thought he could fly.
Get real. It's true. He wasn't depressed.
Friday. September 12th, 1986.
Stop that.
We're sitting in the living room at the Svenssons.
Dad has made a fire and we're eating cold sandwiches, gingerbread cookies and tea.
Kerstin, will you bring the... Stop it.
Turn it off. Wait!
No, leave it!
Turn it on, don't you get what a...
I think you'd better get off now!
We're in the middle of the forest, for fuck's sake.
I can't take your nagging.
You can't be serious. I am serious.
It's the third of May... 1987. Kerstin hasn't brought Johan home yet. We had a bit of a fight and I...
I don't think she's coming home. At least not tonight. No, not tonight.
Now it's been three days since I got to see Johan. This is not ok. I have to go and see him.
You brat! Come back here! Thieving bastard.
Go go!
It's so fascinating. In 1985 Prince is standing in a studio somewhere in the United States.
He has written one of the best songs ever - Purple Rain.
He has had his world breakthrough with the song 1999.
He has started his journey beyond the ideas of gender construction,
and he's about to break away from language and name himself with an indefinable unpronounceable symbol
where masculinity and femininity becomes something new and different.
In 1985 Prince is standing in front of a microphone somewhere in the USA,
he's got the whole Revolution behind him.
He's influenced by Wendy and Lisa to put lighter pop in his purple funk machine.
He likes flowers, high heels and to wear lingerie under his coat.
And.
And. Can you check the map?
And he records the song Hot Thing. 15 seconds into the song he connects with a historical nodal point.
A what?
A node, a point of fixture. So where are we going?
A node?
Yes. 15 seconds into the song he like pushes out two words,
HotThing.
It's not a falsetto, it's not calculated passion. It's something different.
Listen. Yes?
What are you talking about? I'm talking about Prince!
Cut it out. You don't understand your own words! Of course I do.
We're on the wrong road. Will you check the map?
What the hell, someone's been scribbling on this!
Give it to me.
Are you gonna dump me again? Do you know how to fill up the gas in this thing?
Tuesday May 13th, 1986. Roy here and I have Johan, my navigator, with me.
Yep, Dad has bought a new car An Alfa Romeo Spider from 1973.
Cut it out.
No, don't jump on the seat.
Turn it off!
Come and sit on my lap in front of the steering wheel.
So that means that I'm the navigator?
No, Johan, don't draw on the map!
No! What?
Where are you actually going?
What?
I'm going with you. I'm in love with you.
In looove with you.
Are you in love with me? Everyone falls in love with me.
Shit, this is fucked up.
Aren't you getting in?
Some bastard is pressing me for money. Is that all they want?
I should get a publisher to print my stories. You wouldn't believe them if I told you.
Like this one. We were up north with the band. I had gone home with a girl.
But, just when we've arrived at her place, the doorbell rang. And it's her
ex-boyfriend, who wants to sleep with her!
She had promised me that I could stay over and the rest of the band had already Ieft for Stockholm.
So there I was, half nude, thinking that she was going to throw him out.
But here it comes. She tells him to pay for my ticket home, so that they could sleep together
Get it? I got paid because she wanted to sleep with him!
Aren't you getting in?
Uh, no. Do you think I'm stupid?
Come on!
It's not going to happen. I'd rather mix amphetamine and cocaine into a shot of vodka and down it
than jump into that filthy water
You fucking idiot!
Shit, are you out of your fucking mind?
Why do you always stop at these goddamn lakes?
I mean, we can shower This water doesnt make you clean.
These waters are full of crap.
Want to learn how to swim?
I can swim. Everybody in Sweden can swin. Public swimming school, you know.
So show me.
Do you know how much extra time it's taking us when we're stopping to swim all the time?
I should've been in Stockholm yesterday. Don't you have any swimming trunks?
You're gonna take me to Stockholm, right.
No. Yes, you will. Maud, you said so.
Nah.
Ok...
It's August 12th, 2008. This is Leo speaking. I'm at some lake.
Maud is building something. No, stop it!
One time she threw me out of the car because I didn't like her sandwiches.
She knows that Strunge could fly, she drives a Spider and she's cool.
What the hell are you doing?
You goddamn brat. Bitch!
It's August 12th, 2008, and some fucking hag is trying to kill me.
You bastard.
I met some bitch in a car. She is fucking worse than my mom.
She has a great car that I'm going to steal so I finally can get to Stockholm.
That tape was a father's last words to his son.
And she acts like she owns me.
It's Christmas Eve. 24th of December 1989.
Johan is at Kerstin's place.
I'm sitting here, looking at his christmas gift.
I promised not to open it until after Donald Duck have been shown on TV.
Now I've opened it. It's a butter knife. The handle has ''Dad'' etched into it.
Really nice.
So what if you're crazy - consider it. A schizophrenic...
No, but seriously. What if I'm only an illusion?
It's not that uncommon for children to invent imaginary friends when they're bored.
I wasn't bored.
Yeah well, you know.
What? Well, you know...
Can we stop? I need to take a piss.