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His name is Andreas Winkelman,
and he is 48.

He has lived alone
for a while in this house

on an island out at sea.

The roof has long been
in disrepair,

and after the autumn rains,
it started leaking in earnest.

Hi, Johan!

How are you?

Pretty good.

- How's the bronchitis?
- Not good.

I have a bottle
of cough syrup you can have.

Thanks.

Stop by one day...

...so we can sit down and chat.

I must go to the post office
before they close.

Let's get together soon.

Bye.

Good afternoon.

My name is Anna Fromm.

I need to make a call,
but our phone's not working.

You can use mine.

- Please come inside.
- Thanks.

- Over there.
- Thanks.

Thanks.

Stockholm, 400979.

Let me know
how much it costs.

Hi, Elis, it's Anna.
Sorry to disturb you.

Could you find out
something for me?

Andreas deposited money
when the boy was born.

I need that money now.

He didn't?

Why not?

You were going to help him.
We talked about it.

I don't understand.

This is not
an ordinary transaction!

It means a lot to me.
It's not just the money!

Elis...

Yes.

See you tonight.

I found out what the call costs.

Don't worry about it.

Come again.

Use the phone
whenever you like.

Von Sydow. Take four.

Max, as an actor,

what is your personal view
of Andreas Winkelman?

I think he's difficult, because...

...he's trying to hide
from the outside world.

His failed marriage
and legal problems

have driven him
into a blind alley,

where he tries
to conceal his identity.

He's trying to wipe out
his means of expression.

And this hiding place,

without him being aware of it,

has become a prison.

The hard thing as an actor is

to express
the lack of expression.

"Dear Anna,

"I can't live with you anymore.

"I've tried to deny it
for a long time,

because I love you."

"I cannot and will not
live with you anymore.

"I don't believe in trying,

"as neither of us
wants to change.

"I won't give in,

"because I know
we'll run into new problems,

"which will result
in a nervous breakdown

and psychological
and physical violence."

We'll run into new problems,

which will result
in a nervous breakdown

and psychological
and physical violence.

"Therefore, I ask you
not to contact me.

Yours truly, Andreas."

Is Mrs. Fromm home?

She has a cold.
She's in bed.

She forgot her purse.

I can take care of it.

Won't you come in
for a brandy?

Thanks, but I need to go.

Please come again.

Let's see if we can find
something nice for you.

Have a taste of this.

What have they done to you?

I'm sorry.

I thought
something was wrong.

No. I'm fine.

I can't sleep at night.

Sometimes I fall asleep
in the middle of the day.

Forgive me for waking you. Bye.

Goodbye for now.

This meeting resulted
in an invitation to dinner.

Without knowing why,
he accepts and dresses up.

The atmosphere is sincere,
friendly, and openhearted.

He feels a sudden affection
for these people.

You all look so nice.

I'm not used to this.
I'm not a hermit, as Elis says.

I enjoy meeting new people.
I only see the old neighbors.

- It's great having you here.
- Hope you don't get tired of us.

No.

When I was a girl,
I thought God had a beard.

I remember sitting
in my father's lap.

We read a book called "Light"

about the creation.

There was a picture of God
flying above the earth.

He had his arms out like this.
He had no wings.

He was close
to the earth's surface.

He was awfully good-Iooking,
with a big beard.

This made me believe in God,
even if my parents didn't.

But I had seen Him in the book.

Do you believe in God now?

Do I believe in God, Elis?

Maybe not
in the printed word, either.

No, but I believe in God.

Would you tell
your children about God?

I wouldn't teach them
to believe in God.

I don't think I could
handle children at all.

- Yes, you could.
- No. It's hard because...

You'd let them make up
their own minds, perhaps?

Yes, I think so.

When I go to Milan
to create a cultural center,

I want you to come and visit.

It's a very interesting city,

a huge city full of incredibly ugly,
common, repulsive people.

- That's mean!
- I'm sorry.

They will be given the opportunity
of cultural activity.

You must come
and see this become a reality,

a formidable monument over...

...cultural affectation.
Of course I can do it.

- Is it really a cultural building...
- It is. It is.

How can you despise your work?

I don't.

I find it exceptionally important
so I can satisfy your needs,

especially the financial ones.

Why did you take this job?

I like designing houses.
I'm a distinguished architect.

I was flattered by the offer.
Many reasons...

What does
a cultural center involve?

It's a mausoleum
over the utter meaninglessness

in which our kind of people live.

Why do you make fun of it?

Why do you build it
without believing in it?

What's the purpose?

I'd be idle.
What about you?

Idle? I do what I believe in.

I try to live in the truth.

How do you know
what is right?

You know inside what is true
and what is right.

We fail sometimes, but I want
to strive for spiritual perfection.

Do you fail often?

I haven't failed in what has been
most important for me...

living together
with my husband Andreas.

Do you know why I didn't fail?

Because we lived in harmony
by being truthful.

We were honest.
We believed in each other.

If I had the same attitude
toward my marriage

as you have toward
your cultural center,

I wouldn't have
any beautiful memories.

I wouldn't believe
in anything.

...because I know
we'll run into new problems,

which will result
in a nervous breakdown

and psychological
and physical violence.

How will you get home tonight?

You can sleep here.
Can't he?

Let's have some coffee.

Do you want some coffee?

Andreas!

Elis!
Anna's having a nightmare.

Last year, I bought the land
down to the sea.

- It's beautiful.
- We have some privacy here.

Did you hear
something last night?

Yes, I woke up briefly.

It was Anna.

She still has nightmares
after the accident.

I understand.

Let's go to the mill.

- This is the place. Come in.
- Oh!

In the beginning,
I collected all kinds of pictures,

those I took myself

and those from newspapers,
magazines, and old photo albums.

They're always about people.

Here we have people eating.

Amazing.

People asleep,

people in the grip of violent
emotions in different sections.

Once I collected
only pictures of violent acts.

Please sit down.

Thanks.

I've catalogued them
according to behavior.

An irrational classification,

just as meaningless
as the collecting itself.

There are faces, close-ups.

I took them myself.
Some of them are interesting.

Do you mind if I take
some pictures of you?

Not at all.
I would be flattered.

I have all the time in the world.

Great.

Here it is.

This might interest you.

Anna Fromm, 23 years old,

happily married, seven years
before the catastrophe.

No picture of her husband?

Yes, of course.

It would be interesting
to see what he looked like.

Here you are.
Here he is.

What sort of person
was Andreas?

They said he was
a scientific genius,

but he never got
a chance to prove it.

He was good-natured
and ruthless at the same time.

- Care for a drink?
- Yes, please.

- Whiskey?
- Yes, please.

Maybe it's too early.

Not today.

- Ice?
- No, thanks.

We were friends
back in high school,

but I never knew him that well.

He was a disaster for Anna.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

She was madly in love with him.
I've never seen anything like it.

I might only have read about it.

I think he also loved her,
in his peculiar way.

I'm not qualified to judge.

For a year, my wife
was his mistress.

I'm not complaining.
I knew about it.

She left him one day.

I don't know why.

I don't dare ask why.

What was I going to say?

Oh, yes, I want to tell you...

Eva...

...has extraordinary
mental stamina...

...though you wouldn't think so
to look at her.

It has never occurred to me.

She and Anna have been
inseparable for many years.

That's how it is.
Now you know.

Do I hear anything?

No, not a sound.

Not a damn thing.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Andreas!

Winkelman!

Damn it!

Get up!
You can't sit here.

Get up!
Do you want me to kick you?

Sit down.

I'll make you some coffee.

Go to hell!

Liv Ullmann, take seven.

I sympathize a lot
with Anna's need for truth.

I understand why she wants
the world to be a certain way.

But her need,
this desire for truth, is dangerous.

When she realizes
her surroundings don't fit,

when she doesn't get
the response she demands,

she takes refuge
in lies and dissimulation.

That's why it's so hard
to be honest...

you expect others
to be the same.

We see that today
in thousands of people.

I've been alone for three days.
I'm bored to tears.

So I came by to say hi.

So nice of you.

You can always tell me to leave.

Do you want to
show me around?

Yes, I'd love to.

- So nice.
- It's my office.

- Have you read them all?
- Almost.

Just show-off books?

- What's in here?
- The kitchen.

Where do you sleep... in here?

Here's the bedroom.

Looks deserted.

Anna canceled
at the last minute.

She's going to have
an operation on her leg.

The fourth time.

She was in a car accident.
Her husband and son were killed.

She was hospitalized
for several months.

I guess you know about it.
It happened nearby.

Is this where your wife worked?

- It's just as she left it.
- Are you divorced?

Yes, sort of.

- Was I indiscreet?
- Not at all.

- Will she come back?
- Perhaps.

Do you miss her very much?

I'm sorry for being tactless.

Are you hungry?

A geologist friend of mine
used to make fun of me

because I'm scared
of going into caves.

More ham?

No, thanks.

That's one of my oldest albums.

I get horrible claustrophobia.
I always have.

When I was in school,

I dreamed about going into
one of those French caves.

But it didn't happen.

- Do you like the music?
- Yes.

Elis hates it when I dance.
He gets embarrassed.

Elis is awfully tired of me.

- I don't think so.
- He is.

I'm just a small part
of his general weariness.

The world is indifferent
to his sarcasm, but I'm not.

I just want to get even.

I don't know what to do.

Elis is fantastic.

Yes. I like him very much.

The worst of it is
that I love him.

Really love him.
There's no other word for it.

I don't know how
to show him my love.

What will become of us?
Why do these things happen?

What kind of poison
corrodes the best in us,

leaving only the shell?

I'm so tired.

Really?

This wine makes me sleepy.

I agree.

Do you mind if I sleep here?

You can sleep in the bedroom.

Or on the sofa.

- I'm not disturbing you?
- Not at all.

I haven't slept all night,
just wandered around.

Here's a nice warm blanket.

- Thanks.
- Here we go.

- There.
- That's nice.

Come here.

He will keep you warm.

There you go.

- Are you comfortable?
- Oh, yes.

I must have slept
for a couple of hours.

Can I borrow your phone?
I need to call Elis.

He's out at dinner.

Sure. I'll bring you the lamp.

Here it is...

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

- Do you want to be alone?
- No.

Hi, darling.
Sorry to call you so late.

You're eating already?
Should I call you back? No?

I fell asleep.

No, not at all.
I'm fine.

I was out for a walk
and ran into Andreas.

No, I'm alone now.

Everything's fine.

Take care for now.
Are you coming on Thursday?

I'll meet you at the airport.

Think of me.

Bye.

Was it silly of me
to say I was Ionely?

No.

He would kill me
if he knew I was here.

I must look terrible.
Can I borrow a comb and mirror?

They're in the bedroom.

- So dark.
- Yes.

Let me turn on the lights.

Elis is not jealous.

Or is he?

He's going to Milan.
He should be grateful.

He's successful.
Forever and ever. Amen.

It's hard to realize one day
that you're meaningless.

Nobody needs you,

while there you are,
wanting to give of yourself.

I suppose it's my own fault,
but it's paralyzing.

I want to accomplish so much
and make plans.

When I talk to Elis, he says,
"Don't do that, do this."

And nothing happens.

I shouldn't blame Elis.

Everything goes wrong for me.
And Elis, he...

I shouldn't blame him.

Hello?

- Hi, this is Elis.
- Hi.

I've tried to call home,
but nobody answered.

She's usually awake.
I'm worried.

Can you check
if everything's okay?

Please tell Eva I was worried.
She doesn't need to call me.

Call me back
and let me know how she is.

I was pregnant once.
I couldn't sleep at all.

They put me in the hospital
so I could sleep.

By mistake, they gave me
too strong of an injection.

I didn't fall asleep,
and the child died.

Elis stayed with me,
and we cried together.

Elis cried, too.

It never happened before
and hasn't since.

I never had any more children.

It's better that way.

Do you have to go?

Have you noticed
how ugly I am?

Look at me, Andreas.

Have you ever slept
with a more boring lover?

Tell me I'm wrong!

You're wrong.

You've been so kind to me.
I'll miss you.

We'll meet again soon.
Don't be afraid.

I don't want to miss the ferry.

Will you call me?

Or you can write.

I'll do my best.

When are you coming back?

In two weeks for Easter
with Anna and Elis.

- Please come alone.
- I don't think so.

- Just for a few days.
- I'll try.

Look here...

Come here.

- Look after him.
- Should I?

Yes. You can have him.
Then you'll sleep better.

It was obvious there was
a madman on the island.

Olsson found eight of his sheep
killed and mutilated.

The police make an inquiry.

They discover other cases
of animal cruelty.

Andreas tells the police
how he found his puppy.

Rage and suspicion flare up
all over the island.

You can bury the animals now.

I met one of the policemen
on the ferry yesterday.

They have no lead, but...

...the locals suspect
Johan Andersson out at Skir.

He's been in a mental institution,
and that alone is suspicious.

He is totally isolated,
never speaks, and has no pets.

I photographed him
a few years ago.

I found the pictures.
Here they are.

He was quite sociable back then

but got involved
in a lawsuit, which he lost.

Since then,
he lives like a hermit.

I've been thinking
about your financial situation.

The loan
you wanted me to sign...

That would be...

I think I can help you.

- Does the light bother you?
- No.

My lawyer can devise
an installment plan.

I would be very grateful.

Is it hot?

No.

There's just one little problem.

You need to make some money
in order to pay the installments.

Any suggestions?

No.

We're not in a hurry right now.

While you're thinking it over,

maybe you'd like to
type up my notes.

I researched that Milan project.

That's a good idea...

Turn your head
a little bit to the left

but look straight
into the camera.

Lower your chin.

Now turn your head
slowly to the right.

A little bit more. Hold it!

Hold it.

Thanks.

- Whiskey?
- No, thanks.

Do you mind
if I have a drink?

No.

I don't believe
I can reach into the soul

with my photography.

I can only register an interplay
of forces large and small.

Then I look at the picture
and let my imagination go.

It's just nonsense.

Games, poems.

You can't read another person
with any claim to certainty.

Not even physical pain
gives you a particular reaction.

She didn't know
I took this picture.

She had a migraine attack.

That's damned interesting.

Sorry to disturb you.
Here's the mail.

Falkman wonders
which thermostats...

He should be able to fix it.

Keep Andreas company.

Andreas?

Yes?

I want you to know
I'm not angry or jealous.

Anna has told me
about you two.

I think she's in love with you.

I think so, but it's hard
to be sure about her feelings.

I'm fond of you both.

I'm fond of you.
I think about you all the time.

My dear.

My dear.

Be careful with Anna.

I can't explain what I mean,
but be careful.

What's wrong?
You look angry.

It's always small things
that make me lose my temper.

Shall we continue,
or are you tired?

No, not at all.

- When will lunch be ready?
- In an hour.

Bye.

You've been in prison?

Yes, I've been in prison.

And?

I panicked.

I was convicted
of forging checks.

Then I was pulled over
for speeding while drunk.

Then I hit a policeman
right in his face.

Now you hide
like a scared dog.

I'm a scared dog.

- Do you bite?
- You'll find out.

No, I don't think so.

Anna and Andreas have been
living together for a few months.

She is a translator,
and he has accepted Elis'proposal.

They are moderately happy,

with no arguments
or passion to speak of.

It is late winter.

One day Anna starts talking
about her marriage.

We lived in perfect harmony.

We thought the same thoughts.
We understood each other.

Do you understand?

I know it sounds silly
and exaggerated when I tell it,

but it's very hard to describe

how two people
can grow so close.

It sounds so trite

and doesn't really express
what we had together.

The boy was an amazing
experience for us,

and everything about him.

I passed my finals
and got a teaching job,

and Andreas became
an associate professor.

We bought a little house out of
town and furnished it by degrees.

We built something together.

I don't know what to call it.
Real security.

Security.

Everybody thought
it was a perfect marriage,

but it wasn't.

We had violent fights,

but we were never suspicious of
or cruel to one another.

We were completely honest.

There wasn't a vestige
of pretense in our relationship.

Andreas was unfaithful once.

You didn't think so?
But he was.

He came straight to me
and told me,

and I felt how much
he loved me and forgave him.

Then we cared
for each other even more.

The worst thing was
when he left me.

I found out where he was,

then he changed his mind
and came back to me.

And then we were closer
than ever before.

We stayed on the island
one weekend with our little boy.

Eva and Elis
loaned us their house.

On Sunday, Andreas took
a nap after lunch.

I wanted to take the car
and see the church ruins.

I got my way, and we set off.

Andreas asked me to drive,
as he'd had a couple of drinks.

I didn't drive fast at all.

We were all in high spirits.

The road was slippery
and the car began to skid.

Andreas tried
to take the wheel...

...but the car shot off the road
down into the ditch

and smashed through
a stone wall and into the trees.

When I woke up,
I saw the wreck of a car...

and a man in it
with his throat cut

and half his body
through the windshield.

A boy lay farther away.

He had been thrown
out the door,

and his head was
in a strange position.

I remember thinking,
"What a horrible accident."

I wondered why nobody came
to help those poor people.

I made my way up to the road

and began to feel a pain
in my side and my leg.

I found myself
dragging one foot behind me.

Then I saw that I was covered
in blood. It was everywhere.

My shinbone poked
through my stocking.

They found us a few hours later.

I never thought
life would be like this.

I never thought
life would be a daily suffering.

...and psychological
and physical violence.

Are you stuck?

Can we help?

They'll kill me.

Why?

Because of cruelty to animals.

This came hurtling
through the window.

"You damn animal killer.

We'll do to you
what you did to the animals."

Through that window...

Me, cruel to animals?

I can speak to the police.

They've been here already.

Can't you go away?

Where would I go?

- Surely something can be done.
- What?

Let me adjust the antenna...

That's good.

There.

Was that a bird?

It might be hurt.

Let's take a look.

I'll get the flashlight.

You'd better put it
out of its misery.

Could it have survived?

No.

It was too badly injured.

Now we can see better.

I wonder why the bird
was flying alone at night.

Perhaps it was afraid
of something.

Admit that you and Eva
had an affair last fall.

Actually, we didn't.

Eva is so defenseless.

Anyone can do
what they like with her.

She doesn't have to
defend herself against me.

I think Eva is a woman
who can't stand the fact

that she has no identity.

She's just a creation of others.

She has no peace of mind
or self-worth.

I think she will try
to commit suicide.

Suicide isn't a solution.

It's just another selfish action.

I hope she'll be saved.

I hope, when she wakes up...

...she will have gone
through something

that releases her from herself,

and that she can look
at her old self with love

but without remorse.

I think she'll decide
to become a teacher

for people who are
hearing-impaired,

because deaf people live
in a deeper isolation

than she has ever done.

I think she will feel relieved...

...and blessed.

And then?

That's all.

I exist here
merely as a formality.

The lamp is going out.

No. You're strangling me.

The warning signs are beneath,

and they manifest themselves
unexpectedly.

Anna recalls
a long, coherent dream

which troubled her at Easter.

I was walking alone.

I felt a terrible longing
for companionship,

for someone's arms
around me, for rest.

At the same time,
I knew this was gone forever.

Can I come home with you?

No. We are forbidden
to have guests.

We've changed the locks.

Why?

I don't know.

- Can't you stay?
- No, I need to go.

Stop!

I don't know where I am.
What is this place?

Can you please help me?

Who is that woman?

Her son is going to be executed.

She is on her way
to the execution.

Forgive me.

Can we have a word
with you, sir?

Yes. Please, come in.

Johan Andersson at Skir
has been found dead,

and he left this letter for you.

When did it happen?

We found him today, hanged.

He had ugly bruises on his head,

and seemed
to have been beaten up.

Do you want to know
what the letter says?

Yes, sir,
and we'd like the letter back.

"Dear Andreas. A few hours ago,
some people came by.

"They told me I was a criminal
and had to be punished.

"They dragged me by the hair
out into the yard.

"There they beat me
with their fists and spat on me.

A younger one took a stone
and hit me in the head."

"I was confused
and told them I was innocent.

They said that if I confessed
they would leave me alone."

"I said I would confess."

"Then they stopped
hitting me in the face.

"They pushed me up against
the wall and told me to talk.

"I said everything
they wanted to hear.

"When I couldn't think
of any more, they hit me again.

One of them stood
over me and..."

"...pissed on my face.

I couldn't cover my myself
because I was too tired."

"They kicked me
as I was lying there.

They stepped on my glasses,
and I lost my false teeth..."

"...and I couldn't find them."

"I can't recall
what happened next, as I fainted.

When I woke up,
they'd left in their cars and..."

"...I walked back inside.

I didn't want to live anymore..."

"...because I could no longer
look anyone in the eye."

"That's why I can't go on living.

"Dear Andreas,
I'm writing this letter to you

"because you've always
been good to me

and always wondered
how I was doing."

"Truly yours."

Thank you, sir.
That's all.

Can I get it back?

Yes, sir,
when the investigation is through.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

Anna?

Oh, there you are.
What are you doing?

I'm praying for Johan.

You're praying for yourself.

Go away! Leave me alone!

Damn lousy acting!
Damn acting!

It looks like a pigsty.

That's not worth keeping.

That might come in handy.

You can have it.
It was Grandpa's.

I'll keep the radio.

Good afternoon.

I got a letter from Johan.

Really?

Anna and Andreas have lived
a year in relative harmony.

There have been arguments
and reconciliations

due to misunderstandings
or bad temper,

but the arguments
were never too hurtful.

Anna got a translation job,

and Andreas
kept working for Elis.

I have a headache.

Maybe I've caught a cold.

I'll make you something hot.

That's nice of you.

I'll just finish up this chapter.
It's quite exciting.

You have cancer of the soul.

You need an operation
and radiation.

You have tumors everywhere.

You'll die a horrible death.

- What are you doing?
- Looking at a photograph.

I hope it's not an old flame.

What makes you think that?

A penny for your thoughts.

I'm thinking about cancer,
and it terrifies me.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

- I'm thinking about the lies.
- What lies?

We should take
a trip somewhere.

We should get away
from here.

It would do us both good.

I really want to say yes.

What are you thinking about?

I could ask Elis
to lend us the money.

But at the same time,
there's a wall.

I can't speak
or show you that I'm happy.

I can see your eyes,
but I can't reach you.

Do you understand?

I understand.

I'm outside that wall.
I've shut myself out.

I'm so far away that...

I know how strange it feels.

It's strange.

I want to be warm
and tender and alive.

I want to be free.

It's like being in a dream.
You want to move, but you can't.

Your legs and arms
are as heavy as lead.

You try to talk but can't.

I'm afraid of being humiliated.

It's like hell.

I've accepted the humiliation
and let it sink in.

Do you understand?

I understand.

It's terrible to be a failure.

Some people think they have
the right to tell you what to do...

contempt with good intention.

A brief desire
to trample something living.

I understand.
You don't have to...

I'm dead.

No, that's too melodramatic.

I'm not dead.

But I live without self-respect.

I know it sounds silly
and pretentious.

Most people live
without any self-esteem.

Humiliated at heart,
stifled, and spat upon.

They're alive
and that's all they know.

They know of no alternative.

Even if they did,
they would never reach out for it.

Can one be sick
with humiliation?

Is this a disease
we have to live with?

We talk so much about freedom.

Isn't freedom a poison
for the humiliated?

Or is it merely a drug

the humiliated use
in order to endure?

I can't live like this.

I've given up.
I can't stand it anymore.

The days drag by.

I'm choked
by the food I swallow,

the shit I get rid of,

the words I say.

The daylight screams at me
every morning to get up.

Sleep is only dreams
that chase me.

The darkness rustles
with ghosts and memories.

Has it ever occurred to you

that the worse off people are,
the less they complain?

Finally they're silent...

...even if they're living creatures
with nerves, eyes, and hands.

Vast armies of victims
and hangmen.

The sun rises and falls, heavily.

The cold approaches.

The darkness.
The heat. The smell.

They're all silent.

We can never leave.
It's too late.

Everything's too late.

I believe Elis thinks it's hypocrisy

to be horrified at human folly...

...and a waste of feelings
to call for decency and justice.

He won't allow
other people's suffering

to keep him awake at night.

He thinks he's indifferent
in his own and others' eyes.

Those are the conditions
under which he lives,

otherwise he couldn't function.

What are you doing today?

- What are you doing?
- I don't know.

I asked you.

Do you realize that it's over?

Answer me!

If you don't give me a reason,
I have nothing to say.

You're free to go
whenever you like.

You're lying.

You lied about your marriage.

You lied about your divorce.

I know the truth about you.

Really?

I know what you're like.

You're a parasite.
I don't like you at all.

It's hell living with you.
I've been longing to get out.

Poor Anna. You were
so happy before we met.

At least I had good memories
of my husband and our love.

What about now?

- I lived in the truth.
- Really?

You've destroyed it
with your damn lies.

Stop it, Anna.

You can't tell me what to do.

You don't decide for me.
Go to hell!

Someone sneaked
into the stable.

He poured gasoline
over the poor creature,

threw a burning match
into the haystack,

and ran out fast as hell.

He locked the door
and took the key.

When they finally
broke open the door,

the horse charged out
and ran around, ablaze.

I'm coming!

The damn horse wouldn't die.

Anna...

I want to be free.

I want my solitude back.

I can't go on living like this.

We might have made it if we really
loved each other, but we don't.

Now it's easier to part...

...isn't it?

More truthful.
You must live in the truth, right?

The way you look at it.

Let us be honest for once.

Why don't you answer me?

Remember that time
you forgot your purse,

when you
borrowed my phone?

I found
your husband's letter in it.

I read it.

Poor Anna.
You're not lucky with men.

Something must be wrong
with you or your men.

You always talk
about living in the truth.

What a deception.

I remember when you talked
about your happy marriage.

It was a lie!

A lie.

It was all lies!

Calm down.

Will you kill me just as you...

You're crazy!

You're out of your mind!

What's wrong with you?

Say something.

Why did you come for me
at the fire?

I came to ask your forgiveness.

This time they called him
Andreas Winkelman.

THE END