"After a couple hours of canoeing we arrived at the island across the lagoon, where the Raroians make copra." " Kaoko and Popino have harpooned fish on the reef." " The fish are placed uncleaned directly on the red-hot stones." " Tetohu gave orders that all the fish were to be thrown into the sea." " But it wasn't because they were charred, but because they'd absorb some salt water and become more palatable." " I dare not climb higher!" " Lovely fresh South Sea nuts." " Only 25 cents each, or..." "Five for a krona!" " Lovely fresh South Sea nuts." " Only 25 cents each." " Go on, march, inside and lie down!" " Ouch!" " I can't lie down with these sores you guys!" " Swedish Radio presents" "Villervalle in the South Pacific" "The Ghost Pits" "The mature coconuts fall down by themselves, and are collected by the women with a spiked stick." " The nuts are split in half with an axe, and the sun dries the white meat inside." " 3,756." " 3,757." " Hey Dad, it's harder than I thought to make copra." " Well, we must be grateful the nuts fall down by themselves, when they become mature, so we don't have to climb up and retrieve them." "  What?" " Are you giving up, slacker?" "  I'm not." " 3,758." " 3,759." " Just a few million left." "  Hey, Kaoko!" "  Hey, Villervalle!" " Hello there!" " Yes, you can do it that way, too." " He says it's time to take the copra out of the nuts... that we harvested last week on the other side of the island." " Okay." " Yes." " Look!" " Sjussov's map!" " What are you talking about?" " Well, atomic spies, the Sjussov's, who were on the schooner when we came here." " They had an old map." " And there was a boulder, it looked like an old man." " Just like that rock." " Oh, come on now, try someone else this time, eh." " He says that pit ghosts live there." " Hey, do you remember?" " When we celebrated St. Lucia in the village, yes." " We almost scared the chief and all his family to death." " But you're not afraid, are you?" "  Me?" " Afraid?" " Kaoko!" " Villervalle!" " Come and help here!" " Just dig out the meat from the nut like this." " Then the copra is finished." " Here, have yourself a knife." " Have yourself a nut." " What a thrill, eh?" " I hope there isn't some sputnik up there with a bunch of tv cameras on board." " If Nisse and the other guys at school got to see what I'm doing now," "I'd never hear the end of it when I got home." " The guys, who think that I'm experiencing lots of adventures... with pirates and cannibals and sharks all the time." " Copra!" " Who cares?" " Don't give up hope, Villervalle." " You've already caught a couple of individuals, who could almost be atomic spies." " I think I recognize this smell from somewhere at home in Stockholm." " It's very possible." " The margarine factory, you go past every day on the way to school, imports tons of copra." " They don't just make margarine from copra, they make soap too." " I'll never be able to wash myself without being aware of the copra smell and retching." " If you're only aware of the smell when you wash, you won't get sick very often." " The finished copra is placed in bags and sent over to Raroia in canoes, while waiting for a schooner to come that'll take the copra to Tahiti." " What is it?" " What are they shouting about?" " I don't know." " Villervalle, what is it?" " They say a schooner is heading towards the village." " But if we don't hurry, the canoes will leave without us." "  What is it?" "  Well, hurry up then!" " A week later Uncle Bengt Danielsson arrived with another schooner." " I'm glad to see that you're still alive, everyone." " You seem surprised." " Not what you were expecting, eh?" " Welcome to Raroia." " Thank you, Ernst." " Villervalle, Lenalisa..." "As you can see, I have with me both mail and groceries." " It's really been long-awaited." " Well, then let's go home." " But wait with that, Villervalle." " Yes, this is a difficult dilemma." " Shall we start with the spiritual or the corporeal food?" " What a silly question!" " Yes, you're right, Villervalle." " So we'll begin with the mail sack." " Here we have a letter for you, Mother." " Aunt Agda." " One to Villervalle." " French Polynesia is written on the stamp." " Maybe it's from Villervalle's atomic spies, whom he wrapped up on the ship." " Those atomic spies, Bengt, have you heard anything new about them?" " Indeed, I've heard a lot about them." " In a way, Villervalle was right, because they actually tried to hide something from all of us." " There, you see!" " Next time I catch a few atomic spies," "I hope you'll help me instead of laughing at me." " Wait a minute, Villervalle." " They're not a couple of atomic spies at all." " What they've tried to hide from us is simply that they're looking for a treasure." " A treasure?" " What treasure?" " It's a Peruvian gold treasure from a famous monastery in Lima." " During the war of independence against the Spaniards in the 1820s, the monks became worried that all their precious gold objects would be seized." " So they had them secretly brought aboard a schooner." " The captain, who was sworn to secrecy, was commissioned to sail over here to the Tuamotu group, and bury the treasure on some of the islands here." " Which he did." " On an island with a giant rock, which looks like an old man's head?" " I don't know anything about that." " Where did you get that from?" " In any case, the ship was wrecked during the return journey, and the entire crew perished." " The monks clearly didn't know themselves, where the captain had buried their gold treasure, for they searched for a long time afterwards on the islands." " Did they find it?" " We know nothing about it." " But that's why there's stories here, about men in long white hoods, digging pits." " And the events took place so long ago, the monks of the natives' imagination often turned into ghosts." " Pit ghosts?" " Yes, one could call them that." " Here is a correspondence letter." " Well." " They've had bad weather at home this summer again." " Oh, what fun!" " Katja has been given a foal." " This is from Nisse to Villervalle somewhere in the South Pacific via Papeete." " Has he disappeared?" " There's that high, lonely palm tree which Kaoko talked about." " They've got to be here somewhere... those ghost pits." " Argh!" " No, Ernst, he must have had an accident." " We shouldn't draw any hasty conclusions." " Perhaps he's only at Kaoko's overnight." " Although he hasn't asked for permission." " Do you know where I think he is?" " On Copra island." " Why?" " He might be looking for that treasure, that Uncle Bengt talked about yesterday." " Then we'll go there straight away, Ernst." " This is a man's job." " Go get Bengt and get ready yourself." " I'll take charge." " There's Villervalle's canoe!" " What's up with them?" " They say that there are a couple of ghost pits here." " Ghost pits?" " Pit ghosts?" " Yes, I think I've heard of them before." " But surely those big strong men aren't afraid of ghosts in broad daylight?" "  Yes, they are." "  Kaoko's not afraid." " Kaoko!" "  Well, we can do without them." "  Yes, come along!" " Where did the old woman go?" " Help!" " Help!" " Help!" " Villervalle." " Is it really you, Villervalle?" " Well, do you think ghosts here can speak Swedish?" "  Wait now, and we'll soon get you up." "  I'll jump down." " Yes" "Look out, Villervalle, here I come!" " Hey Ernst!" " Help me out of the pit now!" " Oh yes." " Wait, I'll run down to the canoe and get some long rope or something." " Hey Ernst!" " We've forgotten Grandma." " Take the opportunity to make sure she's not in any of these pits too." " Yes, how did we manage to forget her?" "  You stay here." "  Well, what else can I do." " Hello!" " Mother!" " Hello!" " Have you seen what's here at the bottom?" " Well, I've had plenty of time to look." " It must be here that the monks gold treasure was buried." " I just wonder if it was them themselves or some others who dug it up again." " What's so funny?" " I was thinking of Sjussov looking on the wrong island, for a treasure, which no longer exists." " Hey, Grandma!" " Now, you'll soon be up, Bengt." "  Hey, Bengt!" "  Hello!" " How was your pit, then?" " As nice and comfortable as in yours." " It can't be fun to be a ghost on this island." " I actually found a chest in my pit." " Where's the pit?" " Now leave all treasure searching to Bengt and me." " What a treasure!" " Help me with the rope, Ernst!" "  Pull!" "  Okay." " Put your weight into it, because it's heavy." " Lift, lift, lift!" " More, more!" " Now you've forgotten me again, Ernst!" " Put your weight into it, Dad!" " Yes, coming." " Now." " It's empty!" " Down with it again." " No, stop!" " The chest is mine and it's certainly a fine antique." "  You and your antiques!" "  You just have to carry it home." " Well, now we could really use those guys who are afraid of ghosts." " Wretched wimps!" " Say, Uncle Bengt, what sound do ghosts make here in the South Pacific?" " They howl like sick dogs." " Take the strain, again." " The canoes!" " Well... well, how will we get home?" " We'll just have to walk around the island." "  5 km." "  Yes." " My schooner unfortunately won't wait." " Forward march!" " Subtitles by Faxeholm and Squashy Hat"