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Part 2

The Fourth Conversation

What is shown here occurred six months after Anna's and Tomas' first meeting... two months before the confession.

Hello...would you mind...?

These bags are to go to the Molde boat.

Maybe we should say hello to each other.

Good afternoon Mrs Bergman.

Good afternoon, Mr Egerman, BA.

Nice of you to meet me.

I thought you'd meet us at the boat.

I've been waiting for hours.

Maybe you were hoping I wouldn't come.

I guess I'm a bit nervous.

This is quite an adventure.

Are you still nervous?

Aren't you?

Yes.

A little bit.

Well...we'd better go.

"Molde is beautifully situated, overlooking of the fjord and the Romsdal mountains."

Look, Tomas, the main street.

He looks like our parish priest.

We have to discuss the practical details.

That sounds unpleasant.

Unpleasant but necessary.

I suppose it is.

Finally we get to be on our own for a couple of days.

It feels completely unreal...

...to me at least.

As I wrote you, we'll stay in M�rta's aunt's house outside town.

Can you trust M�rta?

She's the only one who knows, but that can't be helped.

We became close friends at the nursing school in Uppsala.

She's a missionary and a nurse, and she works in China.

She came to visit her aunt, who lives in Molde...

...but who's now staying at a spa in Bavaria.

And M�rta will be away at a congress in Eidsv�g...

So we'll be have the house to ourselves.

This boat stops in Eidsv�g on the way to Molde. Marta will meet us with the keys.

Will your friend Marta come on board?!

Don't be so nervous, Tomas.

You should have told me, in your letter.

You told me you'd leave it up to me to plan our trip...

and that I'd deal with the practical issues.

Yes, but your girlfriend...

You don't need to worry about M�rta.

She's the best friend I could have.

Admittedly she doesn't approve of our relationship...

She says it's dangerous and all that...but...

But no matter what, she'll stick by me.

Aren't you afraid, Anna?

All this...planning...

If I think about it... so I don't think about it!

All that frightens me...

The only thing that frightens me is that we must

give our love in such overwhelming proportions.

What do you mean by that? Proportions?

Maybe our poor love won't stand all the pressure.

- It must justify what we do. - Think so?

You have such beautiful hands.

But you bite your nails.

At the beginning, without you realizing it...

I used to watch your hands when you weren't watching

and used to think that THIS hand...

Yes?

It was nothing.

We must discuss another practical issue.

It's the wedding ring belonging to my maternal grandfather.

He gave it to me before he died.

You can put it on.

It would look odd if Pastor Egerman didn't wear a wedding ring.

But Anna...

- You promised to play at the church. - Yes, of course....but...

Even so...

The ring is a sensible precaution... nothing more, Tomas.

You think of everything.

What a sad face!

No...but with the ring...

I don't know.

You have to be sensible, Tomas...

...and the ring is a sensible precaution.

Quite funny, too...

I wonder what grandpa would think, up in heaven.

Put the ring on, Tomas.

We'll make ourselves invisible while we're here.

No one will see us, no one will hear us.

Like in a dream.

It's up to us not to let it turn it into a nightmare.

Give me a smile, Tomas.

Are you crying?

I hardly ever do... I quit long ago.

I've been longing, too.

Sometimes I think: "My poor Tomas...

He's not good with feelings... either his or mine.

I think that maybe you were longing for something else...

...something tranquil and pretty...

...free of lies.

A gift from God.

Not like this.

I mustn't cry.

I'm really not unhappy.

You don't have to console me.

No...console me!

I'm inconsolable.

M�rta!

The one and only!

Good morning Anna.

Good morning Mr Egerman.

Anna, sweetheart...

...despite everything you look radiant and happy.

You've got a bloom in your cheeks.

Do you want something to drink? Some tea...

I could make a sandwich.

No, thank you.

However...if you don't mind, I'd like to talk with Anna alone.

Anna and I'll go out...

and you might stay here and read a book.

You can learn something from my travel reading.

I'm sure you haven't read that one.

"The Acts of Love" by S�ren Kierkegaard, written in 1847...

translated and recently published with annotations

by Torsten Bohlin.

So I'll do what your friend wants.

Here are the keys.

This is for the side entrance...

and this is the front door.

I suggest you use the side entrance as the neighbours can't see it.

They keep very much to themselves and I don't think they'll bother you.

I hope you won't regret this risky escapade.

I pray it doesn't go off the rails.

I'm prepared.

Yes, I'm prepared for anything.

10 years ago...

I stood in the rectory window that overlooked the river

which was as black as ink.

Snow was beginning to fall.

It was absolutely quiet... Not a soul.

As if I were alone in the world.

Henrik and I had been married 2 years and had had our little boy.

As I was standing there in that silence, I realised...

Can you understand...

I realised the full extent of what I was all about.

And I thought, quite clearly...

"This is not my life..."

"And that's not my husband."

"The only thing that holds me back is that little boy..."

Asleep in his cot in the bedroom.

And I saw that everything had to be torn up.

It was quite clear...

And I felt a sense of joy in knowing that I was now clear in my mind.

I was 26...and I had come to realise in a flash how I wanted my life to be.

It wasn't as if our daily life was hell.

I wasn't as if I was like some poor over-worked draught-horse.

I had a fair amount of freedom.

But then came Tomas...

Suddenly I didn't have time to catch my breath.

This trip...

You probably think this trip is all just a sudden whim.

This trip...

How shall I explain it...

...has something to do with death.

I can't find the right words...

But isn't it right...

Isn't it so, that it's painful to realise one's solitude?

I mean total loneliness.

The loneliness of the moment of death, or a child's loneliness.

I know that you're never alone, M�rta.

You put yourself in God's hands.

I've tried and tried...

But I've never been lucky enough to experience that joy.

Alone.

Quite clear and evident.

So Tomas came into my loneliness.

Now we could both say "We're not lonely."

What else can I say?

I'd be lying if I said I was in a good mood.

I don't feel well and I'm unhappy.

But nobody wants to listen to somebody saying they're unhappy.

Tomas...your Anna's a little tipsy...

But I wasn't yesterday.

I'm a Leo... and have a lion's heart.

I suppose I get it from my mother, who wasn't afraid of anything.

Are you afraid of me?

I don't think so.

Honestly now...?

I am, sometimes.

What is it frightens you?

I don't know...I don't think about it.

You don't think about it?!

I get scared when you...

When I take control?

Yeah.

Forget about tomorrow...

We won't make plans again.

Do you regret this trip?

No...

- Yes, but not the way you think. - Then how?

I don't know how to put it.

Are you afraid?

Come to me, darling...

...let us repair to the bedroom... before our courage fails us.

Let's get undressed separately.

I'll undress in the bathroom and you out here...alright?

And don't turn on the light...

...in case someone going past wonders what Mrs Borkman is doing at her age.

Tomas!

Tomas!

Tomas!

We should look at each other.

Look at me, darling...look at me.

If I had the chance to relive those last 2 months of my life...

...I wouldn't hesitate, as I knew what was in store for me.

There's pain and suffering... but a reward to come.

I'll never be the same woman again. She's gone forever.

The only thing that scares me, is that out of fear, I'll deny it.

What is set down for me right now... that I love you for the rest of my life?

Tomas...I have to get up.

Can you move a bit?

I'm going back to sleep.

I'm leaving.

The boat to �ndalsn�s leaves in 2 hours.

At 7.

It's an hour later on Sunday mornings.

I'll walk down to the wharf... it's not that far.

I came across a timetable in the hall.

Gave the boat's arrivals and departures.

It leaves at 7 on Sundays...

an hour later than on weekdays.

That'll connect me with the train.

It leaves at 5 this afternoon.

It's a slow train, though...that stops at every station.

Doesn't get to Oslo until early in the morning.

If I catch the connection, I'll be in Stockholm by 7, Monday evening....

and 9 at the latest in Uppsala.

Don't leave.

I have to be truthful.

What do you mean?

I mean just that.

I need to be truthful.

And I'm sad to say I've not been truthful.

In what way haven't you been truthful?

I should've faced up to my inadequacy.

I should have said that this whole trip was a mistake...

Not for you, maybe...but for me.

I'm no ball of fire...

I'm too dull.

I knew it from the beginning but you took the initiative...

...and I was too cowardly... and didn't want to upset you.

I knew I was wasn't up to it.

I've always known it.

Don't make yourself so miserable...

or at least...let us...

...at least let's be miserable together.

It's obvious that we got ourselves into something

that's altogether too big and dangerous for us...

But if we stick together maybe we can fix the damage.

What tiny feet you have!

Anna...are you still here...I thought...

I...

Are you still cold?

No...no, I'm fine.

Do you want anything more to drink?

No, thanks, M�rta dear.

How are you feeling?

Fine...I think.

But I've got toothache.

You've been sleeping for 6 hours.

What time is it?

Nearly half past three.

I found some bromine in your cupboard.

Must have been last night.

Didn't help me sleep.

I was wandering around all night.

Suddenly I threw up...

and it got on my skirt.

And I tried to get it off...

but I couldn't manage to.

Do you have another skirt?

Yes, I must have.

Tomas wanted to take a walk on Sunday morning...

...he said he wanted to be alone.

At the harbour he saw there was a mail boat to �ndalsn�s in the afternoon.

He borrowed 100 crowns and left.

I stayed.

What'd you do?

I said on Sunday...

Did I say it was Tuesday?

I don't know.

Everything runs together.

Most of the time I spent wandering around all the rooms.

But I'm not sure...do you understand?

You'll be going home early in the morning.

What?

Going home?

I don't know...perhaps...

I'll come with you and make sure you get on the right train.

You're the real organiser!

We had planned for him to play in the church...

So he brought some music with him.

But no playing got to happen.

It's hurting.

It's painful?

The tooth...

Do you have any sedatives?

Let's have a look.

You can take this with a sip of tea.

Thanks.

You're very kind, M�rta.

You're so nice.

One thing I know for sure...

What's that?

I know I did the wrong thing by Tomas

by making him come on this trip.

He could have refused.

How could he refuse? I was so keen for it.

No...no...

He did question a few things.

Trivial things.

Worst of all was...

The very worst...

Do you know what's so terrible?

No.

Have you ever had the weird experience

of not being able to remember the faces

of people you see every day.

I'm trying to remember...

Mum's face, or Tomas', or the children's',...

But I can't.

When I dream...

I know I'm dreaming of someone close...

...that I see every day...

The dream tells me who they are.

But the faces aren't the right faces... they're strangers.

Suddenly...when I came here... must have been Sunday evening...

Maybe it was Monday evening... I don't know.

But all of a sudden as I walked around the house

and saw Henrik's face.

And it was horrible because...

It wasn't Henrik as he is today.

Not that face that is authoritarian and nasty...

or that cries.

Neither it was Henrik when he becomes demanding or upset...

Nor Henry who's...

frightened or simply dumb.

Not that face.

It was another face.

But although it was another face...

I knew it was Henrik.

Not the Henrik I once loved years ago...

when we were young...

That pleading, gentle, loving...

...insecure and nice face... it wasn't that.

I saw a grow-up face.

An elderly Henrik...

Must be 80 years old.

I saw him over and over again...

Not like some sort of ghost in front of my eyes...

I SAW him...BEHIND my eyes.

The image was quite apparent and came back again and again.

It was so terrible, I wanted to scream.

But I couldn't.

I know that he's the loneliest person on earth.

He's the "elderly child".

And I was destined to end up with him.

I got the responsibility.

I...

...am the one who'll inflict those wounds that never heal...

...infected wounds.

The ones that hurt the most and never heal.

I see him hanging on to me.

I get scared...and furious.

And when he truly threatens my miserable freedom...

I mortally wound him.

I could easily kill him.

And my weapon...

...is Tomas.

That's it...

...it's that simple, M�rta.

What about Tomas?

Tomas left me.

But I won't leave HIM.

Ten years later. One Sunday in October.

I'll get the door.

Anna...dear Anna...

It's been a long time.

Give me a kiss.

We're moving back to live in our old place.

The first sign of autumn and my nose swells up and goes red.

It's been like that since I was a kid.

The apartment is too big of course... far too big for just the two of us.

But the house is inherited.

We can live much more cheaply.

Jacob's asleep.

Dr Petr�us gave him a shot of morphine this morning.

He's been fast asleep for about 9 hours.

I forgot to say that Bishop Agrell's coming this afternoon.

Jacob wants him to give him communion.

My dear Anna...

So good to see you.

Dear Anna...

You haven't changed at all...dear Anna.

It's been a long time.

A long time...

It was...wait... Let me see...

We last saw each other at Hedvig Eleanora church, two years...

No, it was actually 3 years ago.

Henrik was reading the service.

It was the Sunday before advent in '32.

You were there with the children.

One gets geographically separated from people...

..maybe not a great distance...

Geographically, yes...but not...

How shall I put it...

Not in a significant way. Not emotionally.

I often think about you, Anna.

And I think about...

Here I sit...worrying about things.

You've always enjoyed doing that, Uncle Jacob.

I can't complain...I have it good, for one so useless.

I have it good.

It's just that things take time.

Now I have to take things slowly.

Even though I've always been both impatient and lazy.

Now I have to exert myself, hour by hour, minute by minute.

I want to be up and dressed and sitting in my chair as often as I can.

I have a strong heart, that just won't stop working.

One evening...

my heart started racing... and then it stopped...and I thought...

I thought: "This is it!"

But no.

So now I'm a morphine addict.

It's absolutely the best thing that ever happened in my long boring life.

If I seem to be very lively and chatty...

that's because I've just been given my dose...

And it's like paradise.

Firstly...

...pain and suffering.

And then NO pain...and euphoria.

So it's all about dividing my time between good and evil.

Maria reads to me several hours a day.

I'm too tired and scatterbrained to read.

At the moment she's reading "The Queen's Tiara".

Sometimes it gets tedious...

So Maria plays piano for me.

I don't need company.

It's too tiring and bothersome.

Friends assume you need company when you're dying. Not me.

So Maria says "no" to all of them.

There is one thing that's a real pain in the neck...

In all this tedium, I'm not able to eat solids.

Liquids are all I can cope with, and that's horrible.

When I think about...

...how I was such a glutton and gourmand...

..ate well and drank well...

But I guess this is my punishment.

Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins, of course.

How are things with you, Anna... how are they?

Nothing special...much as usual.

They're fine.

Can't complain...the children are fine.

Mum's had pneumonia, but we think she'll recover.

Henrik's all worked up about a promotion nomination.

But you know all about that.

I didn't want a full report...

I want to know how life is treating you...

...and Henrik...and how it all turned out.

We haven't had a serious conversation in 10 years.

The moment has come.

I read somewhere that your friend got married...

He got a position outside Uppsala.

Yes, I heard that too.

Why the gloomy face?

Don't I deserve to know what happened?

Of course, but there's nothing really to tell.

The reason I asked Maria to contact you...

The reason was that

I didn't want to die without knowing how it worked out for you.

I've always loved you Anna, as if you were my daughter.

Not a single day passes I don't think about your life.

that conversation we had ten years ago keeps coming back to me...

Comes back.

I can't get it out of my mind.

But here we are, Anna...

...face to face.

The moment has come.

Now I want to know.

I followed your advice, Uncle Jacob.

I had the opportunity when Henrik and I were alone in the summer house.

It was difficult.

You have to appreciate that it was extremely difficult.

I knew I was going to hurt him...

I told him everything as it was...

...hiding nothing...

Not even the most painful details.

Henrik froze...but he listened without interrupting me.

When I'd finished speaking

we sat there in silence for a while.

Then Henrik said

"Poor Anna...what you must have been through!"

Then we started talking

and I found myself able to talk more about myself

than in the 12 years we'd been living together.

It was an unforgettable evening, Uncle Jacob...

Like some solemn ceremony.

And I thought about what you'd said...

...about giving Henrik the opportunity to mature.

No reproaches...

no threats...no bitterness...

nothing nasty.

So you see, Anna?

You do see?

I see.

So then...?

I did what you'd advised me to.

I broke up with Tomas.

That was hard...

But after telling all to Henrik, our secret affair couldn't continue.

So I broke up with Tomas.

There were tears, of course, but...

Now, sadly, it's nothing more than a beautiful memory.

Tomas got married...

Well you know that already.

I don't see him anymore at all.

And Henrik's over-work problems?

Henrik worked ridiculously hard.

Henrik always works ridiculously hard.

That was a bad year all round.

The children were sick and I became sick.

Henrik never allowed himself a moment's rest.

In the hospital we got closer to one another.

There's not much more to tell.

I had 2 operations and almost died.

Mum stepped in and took care of things for me.

That wasn't easy for her, though. Mum and Henrik never got along.

What about Henrik and Anna?

Henrik and Anna...

...live together like good friends.

We can even have a quarrel... we couldn't quarrel before.

And Henrik appreciates that I need a bit of freedom.

Just a little bit.

Next summer...

I and two other girls are going to Italy to tour the museums.

It's a big step.

To be honest, I've been worried.

I wouldn't dare ask you about it.

What you've told me is a weight off my mind.

Now I can say what Simeon said in the temple...

"Lord, now you are allowing your servant to leave in peace,

according to your word".

Forgive me, Anna.

I feel great tenderness for your courage.

Do you remember when we stood on Cathedral Bridge

and counted the seven bridges in Uppsala?

Yes.

And the Seven Deadly Sins.

Pride, avarice, lust...

envy, gluttony...

wrath...

and lastly laziness.

May God bless you.

Could you wait outside for a moment?

- We shan't be long. - Yes, of course.

Good morning.

I'd probably be one of Jacob's oldest friends.

He's asked me to give him Holy Communion...just today...

Today's the anniversary of our joint ordination.

That was 52 years ago.

It's alright to come in now.

Jacob wants to be alone with him for a few minutes.

You'll wait?

Yes.

Jacob is so happy that you...

I remember an evening a long time ago...

It must have been 1907.

Jacob came in and sat on the edge of my bed and said

Would you believe it, Maria...

Anna says she doesn't want to go to Communion.

Then he couldn't sleep all night.

He said over and over that it must have been his fault.

He was really unhappy about it.

Then you came, anyway.

Yes...I did.

And the reason?

When I told mum that I didn't intend going to Communion...

She became furious and said I should be ashamed...

It would be a scandal for the whole family...

Before she went out, slamming the door...

She turned and said it was up to me.

I should follow my beliefs and not let myself be forced.

So I went to Communion.

You can come in now.

The night that Christ was betrayed, He took bread, thanked the Lord for it,

broke it and gave it to His disciples, saying: Take it and eat it...

This is my body, which will be given for you.

Do this in my memory.

In the same manner, He took the chalice...

...thanked the Lord, gave it to His disciples and said:

Drink of it, all of you,

This chalice is the New Testament in my blood,

shed for many

for the forgiveness of sins.

As often as you drink it, so ye do this in remembrance of me.

Our father who art in heaven...

The body of Christ is given to you.

The body of Christ is given to you.

The body of Christ is given to you.

The body of Christ is given to you.

The blood of Christ is given to you.

The blood of Christ is given to you.

The blood of Christ is given to you.

The blood of Christ is given to you.

Lord Jesus Christ, whose flesh and blood you have now received...

...keeps you in eternal life. Amen.

You mustn't forget the psalm.

We shall now sing the psalm.

Last, my God, I now pray

Take my hand in Thine...

So that you can always lead me...

Lead me to your joyful kingdom...

where is ended all our grief...

and all hoped fulfilled.

Now I send my spirit to you

take it in your....

He need air!

Lift his arms up.

Anna, go fetch nurse Ellen.

Uncle Jacob is having a bad turn.

The Sixth Conversation.

One evening in May 1907. Anna is 18.

Confirmation candidates stand before God... before the very face of God.

And those who see refuge with Him, will be accepted by Him.

He knows that around the communion table sit those who need forgiveness...

and who will live as His children.

At 10.30 tomorrow, we shall gather in the church hall.

When the bell rings, go in a single file procession into the church.

I'll be there to show you your seats

Everyone must have their psalm book

You must not be carrying any flowers or gifts before the service.

We'll see each other for our joint celebration of this important event.

Good afternoon and goodnight, my children.

Somebody has gone without their psalm book.

It's been dropped on the floor.

I can't make out the name... Samselius or something.

Please leave it in the church hall on the table by the window.

Goodnight Mr Stille.

Goodnight Pastor.

Could I have a word with you, Uncle Jacob?

If you have time, I mean.

It would be better if you made it next week.

On Wednesday I have all the time in the world.

It would be to late by then.

Too late? What do you mean by that?

Could I just have a moment?

Of course you can.

I just need to tell Mr Stille to wait before locking up.

It's a new hat.

I thought it was very stylish.

You'll grow into it eventually.

Dad asked me to tell you that you're invited to dinner on Sunday.

Thank you, I'd be delighted.

And we can play some music afterwards.

That would be very enjoyable.

Mum will call you.

Actually, this wasn't the reason...

I gathered that.

It involves a problem.

I thought as much.

I'm afraid you may be upset, Uncle Jacob.

I doubt you can say anything that will upset me.

It's like this...

Come on...out with it!

I can't take communion.

If you can't take communion, you must have a good reason.

I try to imagine myself kneeling at the altar...

with the host and the wine.

I'd be deceitful.

Deceit is a strong word.

A lie, if that's preferable.

I can't do it.

I think we should take a little walk in the spring air.

I'll just fetch my coat and hat.

We'll stop here. Are you cold?

No.

Well sit here.

Are you a believer, Uncle Jacob?

I dare say I can answer "yes" to that question...

And I can also tell you the reason.

Do you want to hear?

Yes...thank you.

When Jesus had been executed by crucifixion...

...He was taken out of this world... He disappeared.

The scriptures tell us about the empty tomb, the angel and the two women.

It tells of Maria Magdalene...

...that she had met Jesus and spoken with him...

... that the Lord visited his disciples and let Doubting Thomas touch his wounds.

All that is gospel testimony... stories that give comfort.

They have nothing to do with the essential miracle.

Miracle?

Miracle...

...the unknowable.

Think of the disciples...

...who'd run away in every direction like frightened rabbits.

Peter had denied, Judas betrayed.

It seemed to be all over.

But weeks after that terrible event, they meet at a secret location.

They're all humiliated, ashamed, and can't look each other in the eye.

They talk about the flight, emigrating, an apology in the synagogues, the priests.

It is just then that the miracle occurs...

...as incomprehensible as it is magnificent.

The miracle?

Yes.

The most credible and wonderful of the Gospel's miracles.

I can't think of one comparable.

You can imagine the disciples sitting in that long room...

Perhaps they've had a simple meal...

Which perhaps reminds them of their last meal with their Lord.

They are despondent, despairing and terrified.

Then Peter, who had denied, gets up...

...and stands in silence before his comrades.

They look at him in astonishment.

Will he say anything? He's certainly no orator.

But now he stands there all the same and will say something.

And then he begins to speak, stammering and uncertain...

but soon with increasing fervour.

He says their cowardice and shame must come to an end.

Did not he and his friends...

...be part of the most remarkable event that happened to man since the beginning of time?

They have listened to that message of invincible love.

Their Lord has looked upon them...

They have listened and understood.

They realized that they were the chosen ones.

For nine months they have lived imbued with a whole new insight...

...conveyed with remarkable care.

And what do they do about it? asks Peter looking around in anger...

Well, they reciprocate their Lord's gift by hiding like rats in a burrow.

The hours, days and weeks go by, says Peter...

but we do nothing with that time to do anything new with our lives.

Now I wonder, says Peter, if it is not about time that we changed completely.

Nothing can be more useless than our present lives.

Why huddle in cowardice and darkness, when we can go out into the light...

And tell as many people as possible...

...an overlooked reality in our lives.

We have no choice, if we choose...

to die choking and humiliated in our burrows.

Not long ago, our Lord passed us by...

...and looked upon us, called us by name and bade us follow him.

He chose us, one by one and all together...

...Because he thought he knew that we would carry his message forward.

Do you remember what the Lord said when he called us to Him?

"Follow me, and I'll make you fishers of men."

When Peter had spoken, everyone in that dark room felt a great relief.

The lamps were lit, they poured the wine...

...and decided on the directions they should take to start their mission.

The next morning every man set out to his task.

And then the miracle, Anna.

Within two years, Christianity was spread around the whole Mediterranean...

And far up into France. Millions of people were Christians...

And prepared to endure torture and persecution.

That's it.

That's what a miracle looks like...

That's my point.

All atrocities committed in the name of love are the work of man...

...A crushing proof of our freedom to commit all possible crimes.

Do you understand, Anna?

Yes, I do.

Communion will remind you of your affinity with that miracle.

I do pray to God that I'll be useful. Actually, I'm quite strong.

I'll start at nursing school next autumn.

Is that definite?

Mum would rather I got a proper profession.

She didn't think being a nurse would get me anywhere.

But you're definite about it?

Yes...when I decide something, it'll be as I want.

- What are you thinking, Uncle Jacob? - What am I thinking?

One doesn't need to say "I love you"

But you can act in a loving way.

That's how I saw my life.

When I get to be a trained nurse I'll join a mission...

...and go and work in Asia.

Rosa Andr� has already put my name down.

But they say I can change my mind because I'm still under age.

- But your mother doesn't know? - No, I haven't talked to mum about that.

Have you thrown your hat away?

No, it fell down on its own.

You didn't really like it.

It's gone. It doesn't matter.

Hug me, it's nothing serious. Don't say a word.

You can't forbid me to talk.

I don't want to talk.

But I DO want to talk.

What would you want to say?

I was just going to say that the Fyris River has seven bridges.

The Iceland Bridge,

the V�stg�ta Bridge, the New Bridge,

the Cathedral Bridge, the Hagalund Bridge,

and the Luthagen Bridge.

Seven bridges.

Seven, like the deadly sins.

Can you list them?

Laziness...

wrath...

gluttony...

envy, lust...

greed and arrogance.

- Was that 7? - That was 7.

It's striking nine o'clock.

Your father will be wondering where you are now.

Mum's already angry.

We'll say goodbye here.

Thank you. Good night.

Anna, if you don't want to take communion tomorrow...

...call me at eight. I'll be in my study.

Then you'll tell me

if you're going or not.

I'll ring you.

The worst part is mother and the guests.

- And the confirmation dress. - Be serious.

I am serious. I'm almost crying.

Go to your room, close the door...

and cry.

When you're done with crying

make your decision. - Just like that?

Just like that.

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