Original subtitles

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning. - Mr Stjaernblom.

Got your bathing costume?

- Bathing costume? - Yes.

Bathing costume?

Bathing costume?

Father... time to get up!

G'day!

G'day!

Hi there!

Lydia, Lydia, Lydia. As beautiful as ever.

This is Anders Stille's daughter Lydia.

Stjaernblom, the new proof-reader at the 'National News'.

It's still...

I mean, if you compare it with...

This one.

But that's good isn't it?

I didn't realise it was morning.

- Anders...

Anders!

My brother!

Welcome!

Skoal!

Let's get stuck into it!

A tasty-looking repast!

Thanks.

It's still cooking... it's perfect.

Mr Stjaernblom.

Beautifully done.

I can take one more.

A small potato.

Lydia, do we have serviettes?

- We can have another one, eh? - Of course we can!

Yes, so... Bon appetit!

We've barely started...

You not having a drink, Lydia?

Lydia?

A toast to love and art.

We raise our glasses to toast...

Stille's...

...splendid paintings.

For the...

rain that...

glistens on the tree-trunks.

Something has happened...

...a moment is captured.

Once, back in the eighties...

I painted a neat little canvas...

...that I called "Outhouse in stormy weather".

Is that your father's?

That?

No, that's mine.

Here...

I've nothing on the walls at home....

except for a map.

A map of the world?

No.

Just Vaermland.

I'd really like to travel...

See the world.

I'm going to keep you here.

- You alright? - Yes, thanks.

Adj�.

I promise we'll write well about your work!

I'll hit upon the right description.

I thank you in advance!

We'll certainly see to it.

Goodbye!

That Stjaernblom fellow...

Arvid's his name.

Did you notice how hungry he was ?

Is that the sort of man you want?

A Vaermlander?

Your children would be going hungry.

His type tend to be troubled.

There's always insecurity with those who have been poor.

Markel left the punch out.

Where?

It's on the table.

Out - I want to get out

Hell and damnation! What are the advertisers going to think?

How can we have editorial which maintains...

...that the telephone is a passing fad that will soon disappear.

Maybe I exaggerated a little, but I give it 10 years at the most

The voice gets quite distorted in it.

That'll improve.

Write something about Queen Sofia. She has a new dog.

We go to press in an hour!

Stjaernblom!

Lovein will not review "Faust".

He won't write his article at night.

That would be devastating for him, not for the composer.

This is an opera?

Yes. It's "Faust"!

Could you do it, Stjaernblom?

I don't know much about opera.

No, but you can spell, and you can play the piano.

Just don't be pretentious s.

And whatever you do, don't imitate Lovein

or there'll be hell to pay.

Thank you.

You'll get to see a bit of Germany.

Of Germany?

Yes, on the stage...

in "Faust".

God almighty...!

Good evening.

Good evening.

Are you alone?

I'm writing a review... for the 'National News'.

I hope I manage to do it.

I thought you were a proof-reader.

This is probably a one-off occurrence.

My father will be coming down.

I've been thinking about you.

I've been thinking about you, too.

Lydia!

Father.

"The strings... Miss Klarholm"... bla bla bla...

Here it is! Listen everybody!

"At first in the prison scene Margareta is insane"

"but Miss Klarholm plays insane from the beginning."

"She seems to have been crazy since birth."

Damn! That's good stuff, Stjaernblom.

Bloody good!

New passengers?

Father!

Hello, Arvid.

Hello.

- How long are you staying? - I'm leaving tomorrow.

Can I have something to eat?

Whatever you like.

There are potatoes, too.

Are you eating properly in Stockholm?

Yes, my boarding house is pretty good.

But everything's quite expensive.

I've been to the opera.

I was there as a sort of journalist.

I wrote a review.

I can read it to you if you like.

I can.

You were pretty clever in school. You were going to be a teacher.

Have you any use for this in Stockholm?

I bought it for your mother's funeral.

I don't know why I bought it. It was quite dear.

Looks great.

Yes.

Thanks.

Stjaernblom, look at this proof.

There. I've written an obituary for Stille.

Anders Stille?

Yes... he's dead.

I didn't know he was sick.

No, it was an accident.

He went out painting at night.

He'd been drinking, here was frost...

And his daughter?

She was the one who found him.

Good day.

How can I help you?

I want to put an advertisement in for housework.

Miss Stille?

- Hello. - Hello.

I want to put an advertisement in about housework.

The editor's out. We can use the office.

My condolences.

Thank you.

So, are you looking for household help?

Oh no...

I'm looking for a position for myself.

Housework?

Nothing else?

I can't do anything else.

Can I take your coat?

I can't stop thinking about you.

I think about you at night.

I'm so scared I'll forget what you look like.

But I can't get married.

Not now.

I have nothing.

Nothing.

Do you understand?

Yes...

No.

Can we see each other in secret?

I have to go.

Lamb steak at Rydberg's. My shout. Red wine sauce, Stjaernblom.

Gustav Adolf's Square is closed off.

The demonstrators?

Are we writing about that?

Yes, I'm not writing about lamb steak.

Shall I make some sandwiches instead?

No, thanks, I don't like home-made.

Come on Stjaernblom!

Now they're coming.

Where's this country headed?

Socialists och communists.

I think it's good.

Good?

Don't you see how it looks?

Roslin! Are you one of the demonstrators?

I'm going to a Nobel committee meeting. That indispensable Norwegian.

It's only right that ordinary people should get to vote.

The question is if women are ordinary people.

Lovein. Art, music.

Science.

Markel, I am newly engaged to be married.

Congratulations!

I don't believe my future wife knows what she should vote for.

Gentlemen, my future wife...

Lydia, do you know Markel, the editor?

Yes... we have met.

- This is Lovein. - Miss Stille.

And...?

Stjaernblom.

Lydia Stille.

Come, my pet.

He's good for at least 600,000.

I believed she thought I was too old.

I thought that she hoped to find someone younger.

And Roslin...!

He's well over 50.

So age was obviously not the decider.

She didn't have a choice.

Stille's paintings wouldn't have brought much.

It really wasn't great art.

Yes...

But a person always has a choice.

Fucking hell!

Autumn comes early

Offer him a glass of champagne.

Go on, do it!

I'm sorry... my parents insisted I come.

You looked as if you were in need of a little champagne.

We're just over there.

Father calls himself director,

and mother goes on as if she's in a play by Strindberg.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Isn't it miserable to see Paris on the stage and not in reality.

Or what do you think of the performance?

Well... I can't actually talk about that.

You see, I'm reviewing it...

for the 'National News'.

You don't say!

Is that true?

- Director Randel. - Arvid Stjaernblom.

- Mrs Randel. - Arvid Stjaernblom.

- Dagmar... Randel. - Arvid Stjaernblom.

The second act may be starting so we'll take our seats.

You can come later.

Good evening.

The salmon will be excellent.

And you can call me Monica.

Arvid.

Leif.

"That's life!"... As the English say!

Mother, please stop being silly.

Let me propose a toast.

Arvid... Dagmar.

Yes this is a genuine Anders Stille.

I believe it's of his wife.

Father, thanks for the picture. People are staring.

- They aren't always like this. - Oh, yes we are!

I got this cheap at an auction.

I don't think it is his wife, though.

Oh, please, Father!

Dagmar, this is just an investment.

Don't talk about money in front of the children...

We've had enough embarrassment already, with the painting.

Stjaernblom is an intellectual, of course.

Nudity is is a somewhat of a fashion nowadays.

Dagmar threatens to report us to the police, if we hang it at home.

I really don't care one way or the other, Mother.

There's something special about Stille. He's underrated.

There, you see, Monica!

Do you think a percentage value can be put on that?

You mean how underrated is he, percentage-wise?

Exactly.

One don't put a price on one's destiny,

or wife,

or mistress...

...or children.

You get them.

You have them.

And maybe you lose them.

But you don't appraise them.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Miss Randel is well fixed.

Her father said that he'd help us.

Yes, he's had some luck with his property deals.

So let's hope the daughter hasn't inherited father's intelligence.

Or the mother's looks, for that matter.

Yes, I'm envious of you, Arvid.

You've found love!

Tea?

Thanks.

have you seen my ring?

Your wedding ring?

- Isn't it in the bathroom? - No.

We'll be tops, I think.

What shall I do if I'm asked to sing?

You'll sing.

Wait, I have to fix it...

It's a shame you can't come.

Mother has got a small orchestra.

It has to be 'Carmen' for me instead.

They'll play "The Trout Quintet", so mother can serve trout as an entree.

Stop!

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Felicia, leave the nursery door open.

- You can wake me if you like. - Give everyone my regards.

Are you happy?

Are you happy?

I've been here a few days, shopping for Christmas presents.

My husband goes back to Solvik, first thing tomorrow.

But I'll be here till Monday.

At the Hotel Continental.

I'll be having tea in the dining room at 2.30.

I'm married.

But we'll just be drinking tea.

Here it is.

That's it.

In our bed.

Arvid, there's a tasting of Christmas fare at Rydbergs.

Unfortunately I can't. I've got too much to do.

Hello.

There are just too many people in here.

I think the room would be better.

I'll wait for you.

Room 12.

Fancy you saving it!

"Out - I want to get out."

Do you still want to get out?

I suppose I want to go home.

I feel I'm lost.

It's remarkable that things between us are always going to be melancholy.

Yes...

It's remarkable.

All that's missing is to go through life without having ever been yours.

Do you love your wife?

We're married.

I've promised to love her.

What about you?

We have a daughter.

So do we.

Marianne.

Anne-Marie.

Nearly the same.

It's not the same!

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

How can you live with Roslin?

How can you?

How can you live with your wife?

How can you?

You're home!?

- Father! Look what we've bought. - Lovely.

Christmas candy.

You can't come here. We've bought Christmas presents.

Would you like something?

- We've bought biscuits. - No thanks.

Are you sure? Tea?

No thanks.

Put some tea on.

Harriet!

It was the mail.

Thanks for that.

Shall we look for things to decorate the tree?

But nothing out of the garden

The natural decorations looked crummy last year.

We'll try and have it looking a bit smart.

Now it's Christmas, now it's Christmas...

Christmas lasts till Easter.

That's not true, no, that's not true...

coz in-between comes Lent!

Would you bring in some port.

Don't touch anything yet.

I think the presents are more for Grandpa than Anne-Marie.

Look how fast it goes, eh?

Father!

Come and look at it, Father!

A bit later.

Suddenly we find Uncle Leif lying on the kitchen floor, dead drunk.

Lydia, my dear...

It's Christmas Eve... We have guests.

I'm coming.

Are you taking a bath now?

I have a headache

I think it was the champagne.

- Didn't you buy that in Paris? - Yes.

How about you put it on, when you've had a bath?

I think I'll move out.

I want to go home.

This is your home here.

I want a divorce.

I'm sorry.

Why do you?

Is it the theatre, the social life and all that?

The main thing is...

...that I don't love you.

Lydia, I'm a lot older than you, but I'm not an idiot.

Have I ever asked you if you loved me?

I'll do it myself.

Lydia, I've decided that it shall be as you wish.

You'll get 3,000 a year.

People shouldn't believe that you deceived me...

...and that I'm punishing you by forcing you into poverty.

People can believe what they want.

I don't need that much.

Come here .

I can at least let you have some decent furniture?

Thanks.

But Marianne...

Of course she'll stay here with me.

You're the one who's decided to leave.

Not without Marianne.

You didn't even want to have any children.

No... but I do now.

It's best she doesn't end up becoming someone like you.

Marianne...

Won't you open the door?

I promise we'll see each other again.

Spring arrives

Good morning.

Good morning.

It's 9 o'clock.

The sun is shining and we begin with Pettersson.

He prepares his photo plates and gets himself over to Parliament House.

Lovein will cover the Enskilda Bank announcements.

Last, but not least...

Comrade Lidner, our new foreign correspondent!

- Welcome! - Thanks.

Spasibo!

What countries have you worked in, Lidner?

Russia and Denmark.

But Stockholm is the only place where I can sleep well.

Are you still writing short stories?

No, I'm better at politics.

Mr Lidner is a Bolshevik.

Yes.

- Stjaernblom. - Thanks.

Are you going to the theatre?

No, not this evening.

I would've liked to gone with you, otherwise.

Where are you going?

I intend learning Russian.

Lidner, our new foreign corespondent, is going to give me lessons.

- Couldn't you do that here? - No...

We're doing it at his place. It's too late to change.

- Where does he live? - In a boarding house.

Thanks for dinner.

Come in!

Wine. Grapes.

Pears.

Lydia.

You must never write to me again.

It burns a hole in my pocket all day long.

I wanted to show you my new home.

- Did you see the name on the door? - Yes.

Your own name.

These are here for us.

I've missed you.

I've missed you so much!

Open it.

No, but...!

Can we afford this, Arvid?

We'll see...

It's beautiful!

You just bought it for no reason?

Yes...

I saw it...

and I thought...

that you had to have it.

Did you see it?

Lovely. A heart.

Things are good with us, eh?

Father...

Say something in Russian.

Good dayski, little Anne-Mariski.

No! In real Russian!

Shall we danceki, little Mariski? Come on, Mumski.

I'd just like to see...

Did you see, Anne-Marie?

It goes perfectly. Don't you think?

There... pleasant journey.

You need to hurry now. The train leaves soon.

Father should come too!

Anne-Marie dear...!

Father has to work to get the newspaper out.

It can come out when summer's over!

Grandpa misses you. He'll be so happy to see you.

Have a lovely summer, now.

Bye bye!

It feels so small.

Come in !

Come here.

Paris.

London.

Ah, London...!

Venice.

Rome.

I'd love to go to Rome.

Or the moon.

Uppsala.

I'd prefer the moon to Uppsala.

We'll go to the moon.

You and I .

I like being with you.

I love you.

Last week I met a man.

An author I know.

Used to know.

In what way did you know him?

No, nothing like that...

We saw each other for a while.

There was nothing serious about it.

When was this?

A few years ago.

A few years ago? You were married.

Just like you.

When we said goodbye...

An author?

Yes. He writes short stories.

They're pretty good. Sad.

You would have thought he had no talent.

I'm sure of that.

When we said goodbye...

...I felt quite empty.

I hadn't realised...

that he'd meant anything to me.

What's his name?

That's irrelevant.

You mean something to me.

I love you.

Give me a kiss.

I'm hungry. There wouldn't be many people there on a Sunday?

And who would there be to recognise us?

- I'll refrain from kissing you. - No you won't.

Stjaernblom.

Mrs Roslin.

Hi.

Markel.

It's been a long time.

I'm not interrupting?

Not at all.

A telegram came for you yesterday.

We didn't know where to find you.

Thanks .

What the hell...?

My father's fallen ill.

I'll have to go up there.

Have you been looking for me?

We haven't... no.

You mustn't think that Mrs Roslin and I...

Lydia?

No you mustn't think that... eh...

Take the morning train to Vaermland.

For your wife's sake.

I like her a lot.

Your wife, too.

I wouldn't mind having such a marriage myself.

It's not too late.

Shall I sharpen your pencils as well?

No thanks.

Is it serious?

She never would've written otherwise.

Does she know anything about us?

No.

You mustn't go.

This is our summer. It isn't over yet.

I have no choice.

These days...

These nights. This must be the best time of our lives.

I'm married, Lydia.

And my father is ill.

Go then.

Get out of here.

Hello? Roslin residence.

Many happy returns of the day!

Mummy! When are you coming?

I'll show you my new dress when you come.

Did you get it from Father?

It's white, and has lace.

Can I have the phone?

Roslin.

It's Lydia.

I just wanted to wish Marianne a happy birthday.

Well, now that you've done that, we'll say goodbye.

Wait, Markus...

Couldn't I drop by and say hello?

We've said goodbye.

I want to talk to Mummy!

Is it you?

You alright?

Yes.

It's a beautiful summer.

I'm almost...

I could say that I'm happy.

Happy?

Can a person be that?

Happiness, Arvid...

It can ruin your life.

And others'.

I love you .

So summer went.

Good evening.

Lidner.

What an evening, eh?

I'm just waiting for a lady, so I'm a bit...

Dagmar Stjaernblom.

Carl Lidner... Foreign correspondent.

Oh, yes... You're the one teaching my husband Russian.

- Shall we go in? - Yes... of course.

Would Mr Lidner be able to understand every word?

It's a ballet. It's all dancing.

Good evening!

Good evening.

Good evening again.

This is my friend, Miss Lydia Stille.

Mrs Stjaernblom.

Dagmar.

I would probably have danced differently.

But it was a lovely performance.

Your colleague Lidner...

He seemed very moved, too.

Can you help me?

I need to go in to the office.

- Now? - Yes.

- Shall I wait for you? - No.

Was he the one you told me about?

Lydia?

Is it Lidner?

Tell me the truth. Is it Lidner?

- Is it Lidner?! - Yes!

Was it here?

Was it in bed, here?

Did it happen there?

You are mine.

You can't give yourself to others. It's unworthy...

Cheap!

What about you?!

I'll never forgive this.

I've never asked for your forgiveness.

There's a side to you that I deeply dislike!

Everything you've done has been for your own sake.

Married for money... Deceived your husband...

You did exactly the same!

Hello.

I'm wondering what I can get for these.

One to Katrineholm, return.

Mrs Roslin...

Has something happened?

Is Mr Roslin in?

He's in the laboratory.

He's said I'm to tell you you're not welcome here.

I just want to see Marianne.

He told me to say... No.

This can't be done.

He can't do it.

Mr Roslin will call the authorities, if you don't leave the premises.

Has something happened?

Thanks.

Hold me tight.

I've missed you.

I've missed you so much.

I love you.

I love you so much.

I'm sorry.

I should never have come.

I'm glad you came.

No... I have to go.

No. No, no, you shan't go! No, Lydia, Lydia...

No, Lydia, you shan't go. You're to stay with me.

Stop it, Carl!

Let me take you home.

No, you're to forget me.

Lydia?

Lydia!

Open the door!

Aren't you going to open?

Why don't you open it?

Lydia...

I know you're there.

You can at least snuff the candles.

It doesn't matter.

You're here now.

Lidner committed suicide.

They found him at his boarding house.

How?

Why didn't he say something?

Didn't you suspect anything?

Did he have no friends in town?

He's dead.

- What do you mean? Who...? - He committed suicide.

Who?

Lidner.

I don't dare see you any more.

- Don't you want anything to eat? - No thanks..

I've done something stupid, Arvid.

I'd find that hard to believe.

A letter came for you and I read it.

Who from?

Who from?

I don't understand what she could imagine.

When she writes here, to our family. To our home..

I'm going away.

What do you mean? Where are you going?

I have to get away from here.

What are you saying?

I have to get out

- What do you mean? - I want a divorce.

I'll make sure it'll be alright for you.

But I want a divorce.

You are such a...

loving...

...kind and refined husband.

And I love you so much.

We can just forget it altogether.

I know she's sacrificed a lot for you...

...but I'm the one married to you, Arvid.

Arvid, I can't get divorced.

I do NOT agree with it!

Did you hear me? I don't agree with it!

Arvid?

I'm frightened.

You'll come to love me.

I'm your best friend.

And the physical has always been so good.

No.

What could I have done differently? Tell me where I went wrong?

- We've had it so good! - Stop it!

- You live as you please. - Stop it!

Our marriage is built on a lie.

It's best for all if I go.

I don't want to go.

No, you don't have to go anywhere.

Listen to me.

Daddy's going away.

He's leaving you and me? Understand?

- I don't know what I'll do! - Let go!

Come on now... Let go!

Where have you been seeing each other?

Was it here? How often was it?

Tell me!

- How often did you see her? - Stop it!

What?!

I do love you, but not the same way.

The National Daily is going to miss you.

Let's sit down, shall we?

- I will write every day. - Yes, but as a human being.

Send personal telegrams.

I want to know what you think of Europe.

Whether it goes in the paper or not.

Better still, change plans and stay.

I won't change my mind.

When's your train go?

How about lunch?

We can look at the solar eclipse.

I'll miss you, Arvid.

Let go!

Shall you write up the eclipse, Lovein?

Yes I am. This is idiotic.

I look like a raccoon.

Might I offer you lunch, Miss Zeijlon.

We can get a window table.

Yes, thank you. That would be nice.

- Goodbye! - Bon voyage!

I've missed you so much!

Me too.

That's good!

A single to Hamburg. Change in Copenhagen .

Hello.

Hello.

This is my daughter, Marianne.

Marianne, Arvid Stjaernblom, who's...

...an old friend.

Hurry up, Mummy!

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