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I hereby pledge my soul to the devil. Hedvig Molander

FEAR HAS 1000 EYES

Now the worst is over.

The long dark period that never wanted to end.

Well, it's over now anyway.

Soon it will be summer and then it never turns dark.

Everyone from the south feels like you the first winter.

It wasn't just that.

Please, Anna, try to see it another way.

You always have to start with that remote feeling.

It's beautiful here in Norrland, isn't it?

And the house, how beautiful it is.

So, it's time to come home again. Nice holiday?

Very nice. Will the bus be there when we arrive?

Yes, we will be there at 2:23.

-We|come home anyway. -Thank you.

-Why did he say that? "Nice holiday?" -He just wanted to be friendly.

-PIease, Anna, try to get it together. -I'II try.

But the closer we get, the harder it gets. I'm scared, Sven.

Is Barbro here? Has something happened?

But little darling, of course she's here to greet us.

-Hello. -Hello.

-We|come home. -Thanks.

-How have you been? -Just fine.

-You look tanned and healthy. -Do you think so?

-It's been nice. -Was it a long journey home?

-Yes, a bit tiring. -I have a surprise for you.

-What? -Dinner. It is ready.

-Is this all the mail? -Yes, that was all they gave me.

You haven't been gone that long.

Say, how is Anna, do you reckon? You were so scarce in your letters.

She's better. You can see that, right?

Yes, it will be nice in any case that Hedvig is coming back.

If nothing else, for the company.

What are you talking about?

That we should take care of our little mother. Go sit down.

Good evening.

-How far is it to Resele? -50 miles.

-What is a sweet thing going to do there? -Work as a lady's companion.

-Lucky her! -Mind your own business!

-Was that all the police had to say? -Yes.

But I got to keep the dolls.

I will give Hedvig one as a welcome present.

She is so fond of dolls.

This weather! Yes, I'm glad that Hedvig is coming here.

It is unnatural for a young girl to live alone in a big house.

-I've said that all along. -This one looks like Anna.

Just imagine a blonde wig.

I think Hedvig will enjoy being here. I will too.

We'll both enjoy it.

Go and see what that is, please.

No, don't do that!

It's just Hedvig.

-Are you set now? -Yes, in the corner room.

-The dishwasher is loaded and running. -Is there something on TV?

Yes, ice hockey.

Yes, just ice hockey.

Yes. Then the roads are empty, so I'll probably go home.

Don't you want coffee?

No, thanks. No thanks, honey.

I don't know how to thank you, Barbro. You made the homecoming so joyful.

-And the dinner was delicious. -Bye, darling.

-Bye. -Thank you, auntie.

You can't call me aunt, you bastard, not even for fun!

I feel like Methuselah's grandmother.

-Sorry, Barbro. -Bye.

-Bye. Thanks for tonight. -Thank you for a lovely dinner.

-Bye. -Bye.

Don't stand there and get cold.

-Should I add two stitches here? "70-72." -Yes, like that. 70.

-Good. -We'|| see.

-What are you reading, Sven? -About Paris.

That's where we're going next.

But that's not until September or October.

Well, is there something wrong with Paris in the fall?

Roasted chestnuts, the new fashion, foggy mornings.

You talk funny.

Who knows if we can even afford it?

Listen, now you will get some autumn impressions.

"Les Buttes-Chaumont is likely Paris' most picturesque park

with a violently romantic landscape with great terrains.

On an island in an almost circular lake with rocks and an artificial waterfall

stands, 32 meters tall, a reproduction of the Temple of the Sybil in Tivoli.

A staircase carved into the rock with 200 steps leading up to the temple.

From a tall, partly artificial rock on the opposite shore,

a bridge leads over to the island.

It has been called the "Suicide Bridge".

Because of the romantic setting and high altitude, many people..."

You mustn't scare her, even for fun.

If she had stayed for one more Iine, she would have heard a recommendation

of the restaurant Pavillon du Lac, famous for its grilled chicken.

Please, Hedvig, go and talk to her.

I don't know what came over me. I thought I was well.

You are, Anna.

I knew all along that Sven was onlyjoking

when he lowered his voice in that ghostly way.

But I'm so tired and so scared of the storm.

The whole trip we shared a room, and I can't sleep.

But why don't you tell Sven that? He can move down to the study.

-I can talk to Sven if you want. -No.

No, I'll talk to him tomorrow.

-Poor Sven, who is married to such a fool. -You certainly aren't.

You're just a little out of it because you're pregnant.

It's nothing unusual, believe me. Lots of women go crazy.

Totally crazy.

Totally crazy.

You're just a little scared. Just a little scared.

No, Anna, that's not likely.

If it was a visual impairment, it wouldn't just come occasionally.

Rather, I think it is a sign of fatigue.

When you drive at night and you're tired, you see all sorts of figures on the road.

And I think this business with the hand is something similar.

But Leif, I see it very clearly.

Like a big glowing spider, crawling around.

-And only inside the house? -On|y inside the house.

Yes, you probably shouldn't fear this. It is perhaps rather a pregnancy neurosis.

Expectant mothers can sometimes both see and hear strange things.

-I will prescribe a sleep aid. -No, not sleeping pills.

No, just a sleep aid. You will manage the sleeping yourself.

I'll just give you a push over the threshold.

Is that you, Anna? Where have you been? You were gone when I came back.

-I have been to the doctor. -But why, Anna?

But what is it, Anna?

-What are you doing here? -I was thinking of taking a walk.

In the middle of the night?

I couldn't sleep.

-Where did you plan to go? -Up along the river.

To the bridge.

-Look! What is that? -Someone is trying to scare us.

-I'm going now. Bye. -Bye.

There.

Feels good to get that out, right?

-Well, anything else? -Yes, doctor.

Well, speak out, then.

Are you having trouble with your sex life, Mrs. Andersson?

-Chi|d?

I saw a luminous hand, moving all by itself last night.

It's true, doctor. I've seen it too.

Like a big, luminous spider.

What are you saying? A big, glowing hand?

In any case, it can't move like a spider, unless it rests on an arm.

I think I know whose arm it is.

-When did Sister Ruth see the hand? -It was last night too.

Vilgot, it's Leif. Hi!

Listen...

Yes, exactly.

I wonder if you and Gustaf would come over for dinner tonight?

Well, Sven and Anna need help.

Yes, we are their friends anyway.

Yes.

Yes, we can talk about that then.

Yes, perfect.

Bye.

-Hello. Do you need fish today? -Yes.

We have a selection of haddock, cod and zander.

Zander, is that the freshwater fish full of phosphorus?

-Phosphorus? - No, I mean mercury.

It's a freshwater fish is the one, but that thing with mercury,

I think the slaughterhouse association started that rumor.

We ought to strike back at them.

-I think I'll buy some haddock. -Haddock, yes.

-And some mackerel too. -Mackerel, yes.

-One point one. -That's fine.

Hedvig, do you remember where I put the knitting kit last night?

It's on the table in front of the stove.

What happened?

She shouted, and when I came out she was lying here.

This is not good at all.

Yes, my dear Vilgot, your cardiogram was not good. And you're way too fat.

-And you believe in witchcraft. -Well, that last one isn't really true.

Yes, I'm going to lose weight. And then I'll stop smoking and drinking.

Yes, you don't need to tell me more, I understand exactly.

He lived happily as long as he lived.

Yes, make sure you really live happily while you live.

-Of course. -A stroke is not to be taken lightly.

No.

Please, Anna, you have to become yourself again.

How can I do that when I can't sleep?

But do you sleep poorly? I have never noticed that.

No, because you sleep deeper than everyone else.

-Can one sleep in different ways? -Yes, you can.

And you make a noise like...

-Like what? -A threshing machine.

I can't help that.

But it is unbearable when I'm pregnant and cannot sleep. And I feel sick.

I can move into the study.

Sorry.

Forgive me for getting angry. Of course you're right.

You know how angry I get when people snore in church!

Were you then unable to watch for a short while?

How long have you had that cough?

About a month.

Why haven't you gone to see Leif Sandblom?

I don't get around to it.

Hi, Leif, it's Sven.

Would you be able to see my sexton tomorrow?

He has such a nasty cough.

One o'clock? That's great, thank you.

...actually sick. She's probably trying to make her hallucinations come true.

What are you saying?

To convince us that she is not insane.

Anna?

She wants us to believe that the hand exists in reality.

Yes. I'll come over to you right away.

-This isn't a road bridge, is it? -Yes, I think so.

There's no room for us.

We can stop it, right? There must be a driver.

-What if there is no one in it? -You talk nonsense.

But it's empty.

Barbro also found a dead pigeon when she was cleaning, before we arrived.

-What could that mean? -Why would that matter?

It's quite unusual to find a dead bird in a house.

And therefore it would mean something dangerous and terrifying? No, come on.

I'm afraid, Hedvig. Strange things happen to me.

The onesie. I saw it, I swear.

As clearly as I saw the hand crawling around. Don't laugh at me.

More people have seen it, Leif said on the phone yesterday.

And this morning the clothes chest was empty when I looked inside.

But Anna, you took those clothes up to your wardrobe yourself.

They are on the table.

There you go, I have no idea.

Isn't that terrible? But what doesn't happen, that's real.

It's just as well that you go home and see the clothes for yourself.

I'll bring it all down.

-What's wrong with this? -There's nothing wrong.

But they are usually nicer.

Sven has moved into the study. I ran him out yesterday.

And he was angry.

But the doctor said I should sleep alone when I had such difficulties.

-Did you tell him that? -No.

-But he was here this morning. -Yes, a relapse perhaps.

The traces were removed from the library.

I felt so much pain right here. It went awayjust before you came in.

In any case, here is some milk, sandwiches and your sleeping pills.

These are not the pills that Leif prescribed.

Yes. I've just put them in a prettier box.

But I can get the old one, if you like.

It doesn't matter. How many should I take? Two or three?

Just two, for God's sake.

These are not at all strong, Leif said.

Do as you like. But I warned you.

Okay.

How is this going to end? We won't get the last sheets out in time.

Can't Sven do it? Otherwise we will be late.

Yes, he can do it.

Sven?

What do you want?

We want you to take the sheets out of the oven in... exactly 30 minutes.

And put the last sheets in. We're going to the ladies' chest screening.

Oh yes, that is today.

TO THE SCREENING BUS

No... What is this?

Do you see what I see?

-Someone forgot to take off the necklace. -Yes, exactly. At the lung hilum.

The sign of magic. The inverted cross.

-There is nothing on the nameplate. -How is that possible?

-What? Is there something wrong? -Nothing that you can fix.

We have been subjected to witchcraft.

We can treat him to pancakes tonight instead?

No.

-That comes to 42 kronor. -Three kilos, that should be enough.

-Hello. -Hello. That took a long time.

-I've taken out three sheets now. -Good.

-Are you healthy? -Yes, like horses.

-Hedvig got a magic drum from a Sami. -No, you don't say?

They are so frugal and charge for everything. Was it big?

Like this.

You must be considered a real beauty in their view.

-Yes. -Do you see what this resembles?

-The man in the moon? -No, it's Vilgot!

Yes, exactly!

It's almost eerie when you look closely.

Do you see that shrewd smile and the bumpy forehead?

They were dressed, judging by history, in a kind of 17th century clothes.

They were apparently gentry.

But when he stopped and turned around, they were gone.

And this happened as late as 1930?

No. I have never believed in that kind of supernatural.

But that's not all. Now comes the fun part.

When the farmer was going home, he got lost on his own property,

which he knew so well. It took him three hours to get home.

The story continues, but Vilgot does not believe in it.

I was a student at the time. My boss and I went to talk to the farmer,

who was startled, and we went astray, all three, when we were going back,

and it was broad daylight.

And my boss, an open-minded and tolerant gentleman, said:

"If we turn ourjackets inside out, we'll find our way."

Hedvig, can you get more wine?

-Don't tell me you did that. -Yes.

No! I've heard of crazy wives, but this takes the price.

-And you too, Gustaf. -Yes, but we did.

And then we understood how to walk. And we found our way home.

Yes, there is still primitive superstition. It lives on.

Especially in remote corners of the country.

But then it is often a combination

of mental illness and peculiar delusions.

Doctor Lamm, the head of the screening bus, came to me before they left.

And do you know what he said? They actually found traces.

-Yes... -Yes, you're laughing.

But to quote him: "We have found traces on the screen of modern magic."

But Leif, that sounds crazy.

-Hedvig, did you find the wine? -Sure.

What nasty stories you tell us.

Thanks.

No, thanks.

What was it you told me about, Leif?

That something unnatural had occured by the parsonage a few nights ago?

Something about a glowing hand that crawled around all by itself.

Was anyone of you out walking that evening?

-Shall I help you? -Don't be silly.

Well, Anna and I were actually out walking one night not too long ago.

Was it the day after you had been to Leif's, Anna?

-I don't know. -Now think, Anna.

Vilgot!

A glass of water and a wet towel, fast.

Water, Anna.

It's over now.

Sven will come soon.

Won't you put the do” away?

I don't like us working on unnecessary things on Sundays.

How do you know it's unnecessary? Can you see who she resembles?

No.

Aunt Barbro. It might be necessary to kill her too.

Hedvig, don't say that!

I never said or thought that it was you who killed Vilgot.

Ijust said the knife was in the bread.

Why do you keep nagging about the knife then?

I'm not nagging. We've only talked about it once before.

I was scared. You can understand that, right?

How scared you were that night when Sven read about Paris.

Do you remember how I comforted you? And the onesie and the clothes chest.

Forgive me, Hedvig. I'm losing my mind.

-Have you spoken to Sven about it? -No, I'm not that crazy.

I haven't spoken to a single person. Except you.

It's for the best. No one else would understand you.

Only I can.

I feel safe with you.

What are you doing?

Comforting each other. I thought it was so creepy.

Yes, it was.

And cold.

-I understand that you didn't want to go. -I'II heat some milk for you.

Why must you go to the grave without an overcoat?

Should I stand at the altar in an ulster?

You know that funerals take place inside the church.

There's a short prayer by the grave after the coffin is lowered.

Hedvig, put some honey in it!

We have to put up with that.

Like royalty, who have to ride in open carriages. Bareheaded, even if it rains.

That is one of the disadvantages of the profession.

-How cynical you sound. -Isn't it a profession then?

To be a priest?

Baptizing, consecrating, burying and preaching to empty seats?

-I have put flowers on Vilgot's grave. -That was nice.

-Bye. -Bye.

Hello.

God, you paint all the time.

What's wrong with that?

If I wasn't diligent, the place wouldn't be so tidy.

But things can get a little too tidy.

Since Vilgot's death, I see only death everywhere.

Even the priest's robe, which I liked and associated with parties,

services, weddings and baptisms,

even that radiates coldness and death.

Anna, you have such vivid imagination.

Death is just among us, like births and weddings.

-What would happen otherwise? -What's up with the cat?

I spilled milk there last night. I was going to see Sven, who was getting a cold.

-Doesn't Sven sleep in the bedroom? -No, not since we got home.

-I have such a hard time sleeping. -Sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

I know. You can feel like that when you're expecting a baby.

It will improve later on. It's milk he wants.

Poor Vilgot.

He was so vivacious and happy in his big and round body.

I'll get some hot tea.

I shouldn't tell you this, but I can't resist.

-Hedvig says I shouldn't do it. -Do what?

Tell you what happened when Vilgot died.

Do you remember that I ran to the kitchen to get water?

You understand that one has nothing to do with the other, right?

Why would anyone want to hurt Vilgot anyway?

What you have said indicates severe disturbances in the soul.

I have no explanation, Barbro. I'm freezing.

Anna...

We need to talk about something else.

I never got to hear about Spain.

I don't count the Canary Islands as Spain. But of course that's wrong.

It was quite nice. Warm and sunny. Far too many Swedes in my opinion.

He is dead. Our sweet little kitty.

He fell over, as if struck by lightning, when I turned on the stove.

It might be an arc flash. Don't touch the stove until Lindgren has looked at it.

I'm going to call Lindgren.

-Such cute Easter witches! -Here you go.

Oops, I lost the coins. Take some here.

-Here it is. Happy Easter! -Happy Easter!

-Happy Easter. -Off with you now.

-Drive safely now. -Yes.

Thanks for the tea.

-See you. -Yes.

-Bye now. -Bye.

-What's for dinner? -Spaghetti bolognese.

Don't worry about it. I'll make dinner.

Lie down and rest. Do you want me to pour you a bath?

-I can do that myself. -Can you?

What do you mean?

You always need help. And now you sought help from Barbro against me.

-Do you understand that you did that? -No, Hedvig, I didn't.

Forgive me, Hedvig. I was so confused.

Maybe there wasn't a knife in the bread at all, Anna.

Maybe it was just like the onesie.

Take a bath, and lie down. I'll wake you up when Sven comes, for dinner.

It's true that I like you, Hedvig.

I don't know how we will manage without you.

Ask Sven to change clothes for dinner.

No, dear Barbro.

Although we have known each other for 20 years, and I appreciate your charm,

you cannot ask me to believe in remote-controlled murders.

And even if you're right, nothing can be done legally.

You should see that, Barbro.

But take a look at her credentials.

-You might find something. -That she has murdered before?

Or is insane?

Screw you. I can investigate myself.

But don't do that, Barbro.

Nothing good ever comes of it, only worry and misery.

It's no use upsetting people too much.

Okay. Case closed.

Sorry.

You know what I found the other day when you were at the screening?

The day that Vilgot died.

Well, I had a beer while I was working the oven.

And when I put the empty bottle back in the pantry, I found a shoebox

with a ball of yarn that might have been used for the three-legged onesie.

And knitting sticks, and a bag of soil and old bones.

I'm afraid...

...that Anna is sicker than we thought.

And I think she arranges a lot of things.

Both the business with the hand, that Leif told me about, and the onesie.

I'm worried about her.

Can you keep an eye on her, too?

Sorry for ruining dinner.

It was so tasty, Hedvig.

But meat makes me sick.

Hello?

Hi, Barbro. Good, thanks.

I will get her. She's in bed, resting. Wait a moment.

Anna? Barbro is on the phone.

I'm coming.

Hello, Barbro.

Good, Barbro. I felt sick yesterday at dinner.

I can't stand meat anymore. Other than that, I'm well.

No, Barbro. Hedvig can't hear us. She's in the kitchen.

No, Barbro. I can't even guess.

Are you serious?

Do that, Barbro. Come tomorrow.

I'm really scared. What should I say to Hedvig?

Yes, Barbro. Yes, but it's horrible.

Do you mean we have to get her out of the house?

Yes. Yes. Thank you for calling.

Hello?

Hi, Barbro.

What's that about Hedvig?

Shouldn't I tell Sven?

Barbro, I've been out walking for an hour and come home now.

I still have my coat on.

Barbro called.

-She sounded so strange. -How?

I didn't understand her.

But she'll come over so we'll see.

Watch the needles. I will help you.

I'm so sorry. Only you are strong.

Yes, we got this one from Barbro. And the fish cutlery too.

Yes.

Isn't it ridiculous that we who liked her

shall sit here and eat in honor of the dead?

That's pure Stone Age!

Pure Stone Age? And you yourself? What are you doing?

Isn't it some ancient pagan magic to bury dead bodies?

-But what do you mean? -And to distribute sacraments in church.

You baptize, marry and bury people and promise them eternal life.

But Leif, I don't understand how you can say that.

Then every single priest in Sweden would be a fraud and a necromancer.

Barbro, who kept track of everything, how could she forget the afternoon train?

You can set your clock by it.

She must have had something important to do that occupied her thoughts.

Yes, she was going to see me about...

-About what? -She didn't say what it was.

She was so weird on the phone. "I'll come over" she said. "Do nothing."

Anna, are you sure that conversation took place in real life?

Stop it, Hedvig!

I think that Anna herself is aware of her memory glitches.

-How beautiful candles are. -Look, what a nice fire.

-It feels nice. -Barbro should have been here.

Aren't you going to sit here?

-Maybe you want to sit here? -No.

I bought this liqueur last spring. Don't you want some, Leif?

No, thanks. I'm leaving. My first patient arrives at seven thirty tomorrow morning.

That is an unholy hour to begin working.

Do you remember when Barbro had sewn a dress from Brussels lace

and forgot the petticoat?

No, thanks. No coffee.

"C'est la mode" she said when someone said that the panties and bra were showing.

And they believed her. And Barbro had a great success.

I remember another story about Barbro.

Maybe I should tell it before I go.

I think I'll have some coffee after all.

Barbro was so full ofjoy about life's possibilities.

She had read somewhere about nude culture.

Thanks, no sugar.

Nude culture, both when taking baths and at home.

And if you walk along the river, you will reach that long, shallow beach.

It's almost like a little riviera in miniature.

There, Barbro once appeared in all her glory.

She had a very beautiful body, Barbro.

And I remember one day when we...

Well...

She was a very nice person, Barbro.

-You were going to tell us a story. -Yes, forgive me.

My thoughts went astray.

It's best that both I and my story go home.

Forgive me.

Bye, Anna. You know where to find me.

Bye. Thanks.

-I'II see you out. -Thank you.

I also like to walk around naked. It feels so liberating.

Sit down here.

Anna wants to be naked, Sven. You will let her, right?

You too, Sven.

Come on, Sven.

Come on.

Hedvig, the firewood is gone.

Take the cross, Sven.

What happened?

I don't know. See for yourself. They're on their third day now.

S-H-Y-3, come in.

Hurry up with the stretcher!

Hurry up, Andersson! Hurry up!

No, stay. We must get the man to safety first.

Yes, you can take him. Hurry up!

Yes, hurry now!

She is upstairs.

Where am I?

Here.

With me.

It's too late.