Someone in the hall. So what? No one knows I'm here. No one but... no one that cares.
They stopped right outside. Stay quiet. Are they going to try to get in?
<knocking>: "•"
Did they bump against the door? If they get in they will never get out. Then I'll have to move.
'TO FLEE IS LIFE'
<knocking>: "•—••"
The code! Oskar's code! That's 'L'. 'EL'.
<knocking>: "••"
'ELI'. Can that really be you Oskar?
"Oskar, is that you?"
Oskar: "Yeah."
Oskar! Kill him! Or... not? It is you!
You can come in but... why are you here? He wants something. You saw what happened. What I did. What I am. I wish it didn't happen. I wish you didn't have to see that. Maybe he will help. Is that why you're here? Or did you come to make fun of me? To tell me you never want to see me again? To tell me to go away? Are you going to tell me that you hate me? Oh, please don't say that. Or... is it okay with you? How could it be? But... why won't you say something? Go ahead - get it over with.
Where are you going? Oh no. No further. Not until I know. Not until I know why you are here. Can't we just pretend it didn't happen? Can't I just hold your hand again? Please, say everything's okay.
Oskar: "Are you a vampire?"
Oh, don't ask me that. I can't tell you about that. Tell no one. I just want to touch your hand once more. I just want it to be like it was. I'm not a vampire. I just... well... Don't make me say it. Don't look at me...
"I live on blood... Yes."
Oskar: "Are you..."
Am I... what?
Oskar: "...dead?"
Dead? Do I look like I'm dead? Only on the inside. Why are you asking me this? Why are you here? Aren't you scared? Don't you hate me?
"No."
Won't you just hold my hand? Won't you just be my friend again? If I was dead I wouldn't be here. You wouldn't have to come and tell me you hate me.
"Can't you tell?"
Oskar: "But... are you old?"
I'm a kid - like you. I need friends - just like you.
"I'm twelve."
Well, I'm a little bit different from you.
"But I've been twelve for a long time."
If you are here you must still want to be my friend - even though you know. Can that be right? You're not yelling at me. You don't look scared of me. Why else would you be here? Do I just think this because I want it so bad? I guess if I really want you to be my friend, I have to... trust you.
No. Trust no one.
Okay Oskar. I will trust you. Trust him or kill him. No, I have to trust you. Please be my friend still. Now you can come in.
I'll put on this sweater - it looks nicer. Håkan sure doesn't need it any more.
Oskar: "Are you like, poor?"
Poor? I'm not poor! Do you feel sory for me because I don't have a TV? A car? I have things that are better than that.
"See that egg over there?"
Oskar: "Mm-hmm."
"If you sold it, you could buy a whole nuclear power plant."
"For real."
Oskar: "Yeah, sure..."
Ha! Now I'll show you something.
"Put your finger on it."
What do you think of that? You've never seen anything like that before, have you?
Oskar: "Where do those rings come from?"
They come from... why are you asking that? Don't you already know? Say nothing. Please - let's talk about something else.
Oskar: "I should be going home now."
No, I want you to stay. It's okay. Håkan won't be coming back. Now that you know that... what I am, you have to stay. I need you to know that you're my friend. I need you to know that I'd never... drink your blood.
Oskar: "I have fliers to distribute tomorrow."
That doesn't matter. Please Oskar, stay here. Why is that more important? I need to know that you will help me. No, I don't care about that. I need to know that you are really still my friend.
"To make money?"
Oskar: "Um-hmm."
I have money. Money is nothing, but you are important. If it is important to you I can give you all you want. I want to help you since you are my friend.
"I can give you money."
How much? I don't know how much you need. Maybe I'll just give you one of each kind.
"Here. Take it if you like."
Oskar: "You stole this..."
Well, they didn't need it any more. Why shouldn't I have it? You're getting mad about it?
Oskar: "...from the people you killed, right?"
Oh, that's what you're mad about. But I have to - I live on blood. I thought you understood. Please don't get mad. I'll say whatever you want. We can pretend it's not that way if you want. Just don't get mad at me.
"It was given to me."
Oskar: "By who?"
By people who I fed on. No - by people I killed for their blood. No...
"By different people."
Oskar: "I want to go home now."
No, I want you to stay. I'm sorry, but I can't change the way things are.
Oskar: "If you'll let me."
I thought you hated me, but then I let you in anyway because I thought you liked me. Now you want to go. Which is it? Are you my friend or not? Don't let him go. He will tell. Well, I decided to trust you when I let you in, so I guess I have to trust you now. If I make you stay then you will hate me. I should never have let him in. But I had to.