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Lower the camera.

Jacob, we need a little
silence.

Turn off the saw!

Oh well, we'll keep
the silence at least.

Good day, Martin.

- Isn't it professor Paul?
- Yes, it is.

Why didn't Paul come to the
final examination?

- He was ill.
- Was it serious?

- I've been to the mental hospital.
- Is that so?

- But now I am well.
- What brings you here?

Yes, that really surprised you,
didn't it?

No, why?

- I have an idea for a film.
- Have you written a script?

It's in my head and
I want to tell you about it.

It's time for lunch.

Let's have lunch together and
talk about the film.

- That's what I had in mind.
- Time for lunch!

This is what it looks like.

Let me help you with the coat.

This is my old math professor.
Have a seat, Paul.

My idea is quite simple.

But I'd be happy if you
wouldn't mock me.

I would like you to make a film
about hell.

Wouldn't that be difficult?

It would begin with a proclamation
by the Devil.

"As I, this day, annex the power
over all of Earth's nations and people,

I declare the following:

I command that everything
will be as before.

The atom bomb will be prohibited.

You won't get away that easily.

The man who dropped the bomb on
Hiroshima will be judged,

and be sentenced to death as
the enemy of humanity.

What would happen to our generation?
We lack everything, even chaos.

We are like rabbits in the
magician's hat.

I would like to give you an advice:
After life comes death.

That is really all that you
need to know.

The sentimental and fearful can always
look for consolidation in church.

The bored, tired and indifferent
can commit suicide.

So the devil won't close the churches
and prohibit religion?

Quite the contrary. He will support
the people's interest in religion and

the church, which for a long time
has worked in his interest.

A film like that wouldn't be
able to use words like

"right" and "wrong", "sin"
and "innocence", and so on.

It would be horrible to deprive
mankind of such grounds.

What is the devil's goal? Every
politician has a goal, at least a plan.

The devil does not have a plan.
That is the secret of his success.

His opponents probably lost
because they had too many.

So that would be the reason for
Evil's complete victory?

I don't understand why you
call him Evil.

People feel that he wants their best.

All his actions strive to satisfy
their innermost needs.

But someone must have created
those needs.

Yes, the devil.

Has God been abolished?

God is dead, overcome,
or whatever it is called.

You must admit that it is easier
to look at it that way.

I suppose I became a little ironic.

See how life hoods itself
like a cruel and sensual arc,

from birth to death.

A great work of humorous art.

Beautiful and terrible at the same time,
without mercy and meaning.

And then the Devil, of course.
But he is mostly a symbol.

The Devil, reigning in the
hell that is Earth.

It is a good idea for a film,
Martin, admit that!

It is a very good idea, no?

You won't believe me, but the old man grew
where he sat. We watched him with bewitched eyes.

He was transformed into the devil
himself, although a gentle devil.

He was out of his mind, of course.

After all, he was your teacher
for ten years.

Of course a modern man like
you looks at it in simple terms.

How do you want to look at it?

He believed in every word. To him,
Earth is hell,

and the Devil's regiment is real.
He wanted to make people aware of that.

- Oh, brother.
- It disturbs you, no?

- Are you making the film?
- No, idiot, I'm going to the Carribeans.

- Are you coming? - Me?
- Not you. Sofi, of course.

What would become of me
if my wife left?

You'd be just fine.

- I would fall into drinking and misery.
- Would it be that good?

- I could write a film about hell.
- Yes, I'm sure.

Where is the article on that girl?

- In my room, perhaps?
- Thomas, not now.

Can't you spare me?

Sofi hid it because
she's so damn jealous.

Don't be ridiculous.

- You are damn jealous!
- You went to see her!

Here is the protagonist in the film
about hell on Earth.

Let's see if you'll understand it.

- It was supposed to be an article.
- Really, how interesting.

- But it didn't happen.
- Oh, really?

He says that he has brilliant
ideas, but can't realize them.

- He is much too alcoholized.
- Quiet, I'm reading.

"We closed the deal
just before eleven,

- Another time, Thomas, please.
- I want you to hear it now!

- "She lived in an apartment..."
- Which address?

"...mundanely furnished. She came out of
the kitchenette eating an apple."

- An apple?
- No, thanks.

- Something to drink?
- No, thanks.

All the better, I don't have anything.

What is your name?

I did not come here for the same
reason as your other guests.

- Really?
- I came to ask you some questions.

I am making an article on
the nightlife of Stockholm.

- I was hoping you could help me.
- Will I be in the paper?

Yes, that is possible.

- With a picture and everything?
- No, you will be anonymous.

- Is that fine?
- By all means.

- How old are you?
- Nineteen.

- I don't believe you.
- Eighteen.

- Don't try.
- Seventeen.

- Are your parents alive?
- Why wouldn't they be?

- Do they know about your occupation?
- What occupation?

The one by night.
That you bring home guests.

- They come to me as well.
- That's not what I meant.

- Do you have a day job?
- Why?

- Can you say why you're doing this?
- What?

- That you bring home guests.
- Is that illegal?

You sleep with men for money.

Do you think I'm stupid?
You know that it is illegal.

- Nobody told me.
- But why are you doing it?

Sleeping with men and
charging them money?

That is what I want to know.

Don't try.

A cigarette?
Is it OK if I smoke?

I am engaged, by the way.
He works at the post office.

And what does he say?

We joke about it and I give him
most of the money.

- Is this his idea? Did he force you?
- To what?

- Bringing home men and all that.
- Why would he?

Do you want to do it?
Perhaps you like it?

Of course I like it, or else
I wouldn't be doing it.

- I'm damned thirsty.
- Was that all?

Yes, I didn't manage to write more.

How that could become a film
is more than I can understand.

I know, it was just an idea I had.

Her name is Birgitta Karolina S�derberg,
in case it interests you.

Her parents are a lie, they are dead.
She lives with her sister.

But she is respectable, because
she works in a liquor store.

- Did you meet her husband?
- Yes, an ordinary boy of 24 years.

Quite astute and attractive in an
appealing way. A little like me.

We have seen
the prologue of this film

that begins at noon on V�sterl�nggatan

a foggy December's day
when everyone is in a hurry.

We have named it
"Prison".

Produced by Lorens Marmstedt
of Terrafilm, shot at Sandrew studios.

Written and directed by Ingmar
Bergman, and the cast consists of:

Doris Svedlund, Birger Malmsten,
Eva Henning, Hasse Ekman

Stig Olin, Irma Christenson,
Anders Henrikson,

Marianne L�fgren,
Bibi Lindqvist,

and Curt Masreliez.

Cinematography: G�ran Strindberg
Production manager: Allan Ekelund

Production Design: PA Lundgren.

Music: Erland von Koch
Sound engineer: Olle Jacobsson

Editing: Lennart Wall�n.

We suppose a time span of six months
between the prologue and now.

Here is Birgitta Karolina.

What's happening?

- How are you?
- Fine, thanks.

- Idiot! Don't cry!
- I'm not crying.

Your eyes are damp.

- So you insist on having the child with you.
- Yes.

- It doesn't look much to the world.
- Don't speak like that of our child.

How the hell should I know
that it is my child?

- It is.
- No chance in hell I'd know.

- You are mean.
- Don't cry, I said!

Listen to me.

It is completely wrong and against nature
that you have this toddler.

It is only your obstinance that kept
you from having an abortion.

- It's because I love you.
- How kind of you.

If you really loved me you wouldn't
be so egoistic and think about me first.

- What do you mean?
- What do I mean?

I mean that you should have let me
and Linnea take care of the baby.

I'm not getting involved in this misery.

To each his own.

Think for yourself.

The baby has to be registered
at the parish office.

And they will ask unpleasant questions.

Like who the father is and
why you aren't any older.

And all of a sudden they will have
you under safekeeping.

- You have already said that before.
- This is serious!

Perhaps we'll both go to jail

and never see each other again.

The end of us together.

What will you do with him?

Nothing.

- Absolutely nothing.
- I don't understand...

I'll just take care of her
and she will be gone.

The poor sod would be better off.

- I will never give her up.
- The authorities will force you to.

I will hide somewhere.
They will never find out.

You don't know much about the police.

Be a sensible girl.

You know how much I love you.

In a few years we'll get married.
I've said it so many times.

Then you will be able to have as many
children as you want. What do you say?

We'll do as you please.

You may of course begin
with a full shot.

A film studio is the epitome
of ridiculousness.

And you are its highest priest.

- What about the newspaper editorial?
- It's the heart of time.

- I have penetrated the bluff.
- My bluff can't be penetrated, for it is real.

- And much more dangerous than yours.
- How beautiful you have become, Greta.

Like an August's night, with one
hell of a lot of shooting stars.

- Can I interview the star?
- If you don't go too far away.

- Is this amusing, Arne?
- Yes, but today it's really disturbing.

I want to talk to you.

Your relationship with Thomas has
developed in a creepy direction.

Do you think?

- The cinema studies are fascinating.
- Both of you seem a little crazy.

People in love look crazy.

His alcoholism is just a pose.

There is something behind it, you know.

- Should we pan the camera?
- No.

He is just talk. There is no sincerity in him.

He needs a hard hit, or maybe
just some hard work.

Why don't you leave him?

- It's none of your business.
- No, surely not.

But admit that you are very
frightened inside?

Say, Martin.

Have you noticed how you, little by
little, lose hold of yourself?

What is your own.

The pieces that you collect during
your childhood?

What is referred to as spirit.

- So you're saying that Thomas...
- We're tearing down what we have.

And we don't have a way out.
Thomas feels it.

He hates himself and me
because of it.

Do you think he is able
to commit suicide?

Definitely not. I have never
heard him talk about it.

That's exactly why.

You should see a psychiatrist.

Those shrinks. Will they fix you
up with a new soul?

- We are ready.
- First take of the day! Silence!

Set up the back projection.
Easy on the fanning.

Silence please, this is an
emotional scene.

And action.

It is strange that the love
will end one day.

It doesn't end.

But maybe it evolves towards something
better than we can imagine.

- I'm happy the way things are.
- What doesn't evolve, dies.

To me, it's like life has finally
turned into a real life.

Don't laugh.

It is as if it grew a soul.

- What's my line?
- Cut! Let's take it one more time.

- Who wrote this drivel?
- I did.

Then you have a lot to learn.

- Are you tired?
- No.

- Then you are drunk.
- No.

Then I don't know.

I can't stand it.

I'm not sleepy at all.

I wasn't talking about that.

A peculiar night, did you notice?

The light, the tolling bells,
the doves, crouching in fear.

The children in the street.

They sound damned mean
and hateful.

What do you think they're playing?

I don't know.

It's like the day of the final judgement.

Perhaps it is the final judgement,
but nobody told us.

- Can't we take a walk?
- Don't be hysterical.

- What are you writing?
- A letter.

A letter?

That is, a letter to explain
to all the curious people

why you and I commit
suicide together.

- You're not sane.
- Yes, I am.

We're killing ourselves together,
don't you understand?

- What if I don't want to?
- Sure you want to.

Sooner or later, you kill yourself, if you
just come to think about things.

I used to be afraid of dying.

Soon I realised that it was the
moment of death that I feared,

and things fell into a different
and humbler light.

- We don't know what comes after.
- Could it be worse than this life?

Perhaps it is better, who knows.

Or most likely, it is nothing at all.

A friend has said that suicide is
not an action, it is a form of dying.

It is a fatal disease.

If you kill me, it's a murder.

No, it isn't.

It is pure love.
I am in the firm conviction

that you don't know your own good.

- What is it?
- We are from the police.

- Doesn't Ms. S�derberg live here?
- No, yes, yes, she does.

- We would like to speak to her.
- She's not in.

Then where is she?

- I believe she's outside.
- Oh, really.

- If you sit down I'll find her.
- That's very kind of you.

- But maybe we could do that together?
- That is, finding the girl.

- What about your matter?
- We suspect she doesn't get enough sleep.

- Are we not clear enough?
- This is an outrage!

- Are you Ms. S�derberg?
- They are from the police.

Go get her, I will keep this
young man company.

- Why did she run away?
- How would I know?

She felt guilty?

Who doesn't when the cops
knock on the door?

- I'm not saying anything.
- You're making a hell of a noise.

My father's been mean. I'm hiding so
they'll think I'm dead.

They don't want me to have the Indian
knife my uncle gave to me.

It's very sharp.

Dad says I shouldn't have these
types of toys. Toys?

Don't tell anyone where it is.

You can borrow it, if you want.

Lasse, are you there?

Come now, I know you're there.

You haven't had dinner, you
must be hungry.

Yes.

Let's talk.

Come with me, please.

I have killed my wife!

I killed her and hung her
in the closet.

- What should we do with the girl?
- Stop badgering me! Get him some coffee.

We're dealing with a murder here.

There won't be any coffee here!

She's my fianc� and she
has a proper job!

Of course. But we've seen you together
in the street several times.

You can have a cup of coffee
if you behave well.

The lack of legal rights in
this damn country!

Say no more.

Your dialect is just perfect
for a policeman.

- What do you mean?
- It was a compliment, damn it.

Shut up. People like you should
never open the mouth.

Coffee or not?

Day by day and with each passing moment

Pardon, I see that you are occupied.

It's a pity things are the way
they are in this country.

Here it is.

Tell me, how did it happen?

We were drinking and I
was going to kill her,

but she struck me in the head
with a bottle. Here, look.

So I strangled her and
hung her in the closet.

I see.

Are there any other closets?
A pantry or something?

- Then she must've been dragged out of here.
- I don't think so. It says:

"Dear Thomas, I think it is time
that we separate for a while.

Sorry for hitting you, I hope that
your head is not hurting too much.

Yours, Sofi".

- Sorry for bothering you.
- Not at all.

- We're paid for this.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The superintendent was very
likeable, don't you think?

I could talk to him.

But it was a close call.

Without me you would have been
in trouble, you poor little thing.

How's it going?

Do you have a cigarette?

Here is a little cigarette from
Birgitta Karolina.

But... hello!

What happened to the article?

I'm terribly sorry...

I can see that. You need a drink
and some good company.

- Wait here, I'll get a taxi.
- Talk to him for a while.

Give me my hot dog. Talk to each other!

- You are freezing.
- You too.

That guy is enormously energetic.

- Are you married?
- No, not really.

I'm not following you home anyhow.

- I'm not in the mood.
- Neither am I.

- Ouch, you're hurting me!
- You are bleeding.

- Mind yourself.
- I don't want to be with Peter.

Come, let's go before he returns.

- Where to?
- Anywhere.

BOARDING HOUSE

Sorry to bother. I'm Thomas,
if Mrs. Bohlin remembers.

Should I?

- I'm Mrs. von Stang's nephew.
- She died ten years ago.

You see, me and my fianc�
have no place to live.

- No, not many do.
- We can help with the housework.

- And I am a good accountant.
- I don't believe that.

We can entertain your guests with
piano classes and jokes.

Well, you do look poor and cold.

But I cannot welcome
just anybody.

The police could close the boarding
house and I would be ruined.

Let us stay on approval for
twenty-four hours.

Well, I have a loft room that
was used by the maidens,

but since there are no maidens
anymore I use it as a spare room.

Watch it, the boards have some
holes in them.

There was an arson ten years ago
and the rooms caught fire.

The house was set to be demolished,
nobody cared to repair it.

Well, here it is. Nice and clean
but not very elegant.

In springtime, the evening sun shines
in and it's very beautiful.

We'll talk more tomorrow.
Good night.

Now you're having it your way.

You're worse off than me.

I remember your eyes.

They were so damn blue.

But now the colour is almost gone.

Is it because of your crying?

I feel so much tenderness for you.

Tenderness, funny word.

Feels funny in the mouth.

Tenderness...

You can have a cup of coffee
before you start.

Why do you look so scared?
I am not going to eat you.

- This is my cousin, Anna, and you?
- Birgitta Carolina.

- She is Thomas' fianc�
- I don't know him.

He is the nephew of Mrs. von Stang.

Have a cookie.

- I do not have one clean shirt.
- You can wash them.

- But honey, dear...
- I am not a laundry.

I am singing in church tonight.

I can't sing without a shirt, don't
you understand?

There'll be no shirt tonight, nor are you
the emperor of China.

- The emperor could buy a shirt.
- Speaking of that...

- You borrowed 35 crowns the other day.
- How damn stingy you are.

Don't speak like that when
the children are listening.

- I should move.
- You say that every week.

It says in the Bible that "Whatever you did
for one of these least brothers..."

- You are not my brother, Magnus.
- And you call yourself religious.

- You are a goddamn hag!
- What did you say?

I am disappointed in you and this
won't be easy to forget.

Oh my dear Magnus!

Where is the old witch? Has she left?

Come and have a cup of coffee.

- She is with Magnus.
- I'm having the hiccups.

- Hey.
- I should go.

Do you live here?

- No. I don't know.
- Hey, make up your mind.

- Haven't I seen you before?
- Have you met?

No, I must be mistaken.

My hiccups went away.

You go.

The letter has arrived.

- I haven't had the courage to read it.
- Where is it?

Well?

The writing is a little strange.

It's what we thought, isn't it?

What we are going to do?

No place to live. What will
become of us?

- In any case, we will get married.
- It's all so silly.

- Don't sit there with your hiccups!
- I think it's amusing.

I don't. I am the one who's going
to give birth to the child.

Don't weep, be happy!

I am happy, and so will you be if
you just think about it.

Everybody has a baby
four months after marrying.

It is almost customary.

I'm going to be so kind to you.

I will skip that boxing on Wednesday.

We'll have some fun and
celebrate the baby.

I love you, you know.

Mrs. von Stang gave this to me
when I was ten years old.

- What is it?
- A cinematograph.

- I found it in the attic.
- It's very precious.

Look at this.

It is strange how things
appear and disappear.

I guess it's like that with
me as well.

I have been away for a long
time but I'm reappearing again.

And all thanks to you.

To me?

Sometimes I forget that you are
only seventeen years old.

I have been terribly lonely.

- Haven't you?
- My life has always been busy.

- It's not the same thing.
- Well, no, I am married.

- Do you love her?
- Yes, but I love myself more.

- Why did you leave her?
- Because we were killing ourselves.

- Let's drop it, or?
- Yes, let's drop it.

I'm having so many memories.

Mainly from my childhood.
Why is that?

I have a funny affection inside.

- Last night I had a dream.
- A pretty dream?

- The most beautiful thing I've experienced.
- Tell me.

- I can't.
- Of course you can.

I never talk about these things.

- If you promise not to laugh.
- I swear.

And you can't look at me while
I'm talking.

At first, it was creepy.

I was walking through a forest,
and there was a quiet wind.

Not a forest of trees, but a
forest of people.

Then the wind began to moan,
and the darkness blew away.

There was a large, beautiful
castle park.

The sun shone through the trees
that were completely bare.

There were leaves on the ground.

And then, suddenly
I felt a great joy.

A mourningly dressed girl was
standing behind a tree.

She wanted me to approach her.

She gave me a box with
the prettiest stone.

I was so happy that I almost
fell apart.

It hurted me.

- And then?
- Then nothing.

What does that mean?

I thought I had received the
prettiest gift one can get.

Something to cherish.

And to protect.

Don't be afraid, Birgitta Carolina.

Walk out into the forest. This
is just a dream.

There is nothing to fear.

Don't be afraid. Keep walking.

I am with you.

- Who are you?
- It's me, your mother.

- We're seeing your friend Thomas.
- Where is he?

Over there. Next to the accident.

- You seem sad, Thomas.
- They ran over my rocking horse.

Poor Thomas!

But you have me. Let me
comfort you.

Can't you see what a disaster it is?

Dear Thomas.

As this is a dream, I dare
to say what I want.

Things I could never say if
I was awake.

I love you, Thomas.

I want to be with you.

I will sacrifice myself.

You can command me and beat
me if you want to.

But that is not your style.

When you are drunk, I will
carry you home.

When you are sad I will go
out of my way for you.

And I will be alone no more.

But if you grow tired of me

I will go away and never return.

I don't want to hurt you. I want to
make you sad. Are you listening?!

- Are you alright? Can I help?
- Nobody can help me.

Is it something you remembered?

- Yes it is! Tell me!
- Leave me alone!

Birgitta, you must save me and yourself.

No, it's too much strain.

- Are you ill?
- Yes, I have been ill since long.

- Did you get ill just like that?
- Everything turned black.

- I don't know why!
- Yes you do! Don't try to repress it!

- Something was lost?
- Try to remember what it was!

I lost something and Peter and Linnea picked
it up and left me all by myself.

Did you lose it on purpose?

I wanted to keep it.

- Is it your child?
- Yes, it is my child.

That Peter and Linnea took from you.

And you tried to forget it all.

I tried, but it kept coming back.

What am I supposed to do?

Idiot, this doesn't change anything.

But it is good that we
both know it.

Linnea, I'm out of bed.

Here is the newspaper.

What is it?

We are doomed!

I knew you wouldn't handle
this properly, I knew it!

- It counts as murder, right? What will
it be, three years?

You're yelling as if you already
got caught.

Got caught? Whose idea was this?

Who said that burdening yourself
with a child is a mistake and

that getting caught will make
everything go down the shitter?

- How do you like your eggs?
- Spanish stews.

I did it for her sake.

Don't you think it felt horrible
for me, the father?

A child of my own.

Now that they found the corpse,
they will look for the mother too.

And they are good at that.

- That's why we need a plan.
- We just have to get the hell out of here.

- I will get a truck.
- Oh, that's just a great idea.

- You must be scared too!
- Yes, but I'm not a coward.

I know a way.

We have to find her. If she is by
herself, she might confess.

Putting us both in trouble.

But if she is with us, we'll
keep her silent.

With suitable methods.

Hurry up, Sofi.

Can I have a taxi for Jungfrugatan 7
please, the name is Grande.

Good evening, I hope I'm
not bothering.

- We're going to the cinema.
- What do you want?

Do you want to know where
Thomas is?

- I think he needs your help. He is ill.
- How do you know? - I just saw him.

- Where is he?
- Not so fast.

- I don't understand.
- I'm not a crook, don't insult me.

- Don't be difficult!
- Difficult?

If this mister doesn't watch his
language, I'll leave.

Sorry, I was a little upset.

How strange love is.

- Do you love Thomas?
- Yes.

- My love left me too.
- How does that belong?

- You despise me, no?
- Nobody does. Tell us everything.

Right now, an autopsied baby is
waiting for its mother.

Interesting, no? The police is very
interested too.

You want your Thomas back,
I want my Birgitta Carolina.

Only you can make that possible.

Speak with Thomas.

Tell him that if he doesn't leave
Birgitta Carolina,

she will be accused of murdering
her baby.

He is sensitive and romantic and returns to
you, she belongs to my kind and returns to me.

Everybody will forget the baby,
including the police.

And the issue will be resolved.

Here is his address.

Sorry if I seem ruthless.

But I really love her.

I've been meaning to write you an apology.
Is that what you wanted to hear?

- A true gentleman.
- That night was crucial to me.

- I found somebody to love.
- I've had that for a long time.

But as you might remember, it wasn't
appropriate to speak of such feelings.

- Is it that girl?
- Yes, it is that girl.

- She means everything to me.
- Is it by pity?

Compassion and erotic attraction is
often confused with love.

- What are you going to do?
- Sort some things out.

- So you know about it all?
- Yes, I do.

Listen, Thomas. Logically, I can't
understand you.

But I can see that you are trying
to do the right thing, somehow.

But admit that we had fun
while it lasted.

We'd better leave before I
start screaming.

Is Birgitta Carolina here?

- She promised to help me.
- Isn't she in her room?

I just looked for her.

I suppose she went out, her
coat wasn't there.

Did I say something wrong?

Come in to me so not everyone
could see you.

So you have returned.
No fun anymore, huh?

- I could have told you at once.
- That's too kind.

- Have you put the fridge back together?
- Yes, but it does not work.

We have company.

Dear Gittan!

Are you freezing? I will bring you
some cognac.

- I prefer coffee.
- Very well. And a cigarette?

Like I've always said, love is
strange and incalculable thing.

That you don't really know anything about.

So you have returned, because you know
that we want your best.

Isn't that so?

Thomas is another kind. He is
more fearful.

- What did you do to the baby?
- It was like drowning a kitten.

- I believe that it was already dead.
- At least you are a woman.

- Yes, but I knew what I did.
- I am glad you did.

- It's a bit nasty to think about it.
- Not if you think rationally.

So, tell me, were you in
love with Thomas?

I have thought about it a lot,
as you can imagine.

It's him. Open the door. You don't
have to be afraid.

I'm staying here. These are my friends,
I go well together with them.

You hear what she's saying.

She's staying here, but you aren't.
Please leave the house.

We have so much in common.
That's why she came back.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE?

You know Alf! Good old Affe!

He's well off nowadays. You
should see his car.

Linnea is in here.

- Hi, Linnea.
- Don't make any noise, please.

- Just like you did last time, I mean.
- We're going on a trip tomorrow!

The four of us will go to
Saltsj�baden and eat.

Great, huh?

And Birgitta Carolina
hasn't said a word.

- Hardly even a "hello".
- She's been quiet lately.

Perhaps she is sad. Perhaps
she has a broken heart?

We've had many good times
together. Smile, please.

Smile for me. There there.

I have a scar on my arm.
A memory of you.

She is not the girl that I knew.
Isn't that so, Peter?

I will leave you alone.
I'm going to sleep.

- Are you scared of me?
- Of all the disgusting men I have known...

...you are the worst.
- Funny way to set the scene.

I have often wondered: "Do
you ever enjoy it?"

That depends.

You like me.

Not for my personality, but
but for other things.

- Even less so.
- Don't be rude!

- I become what you make me.
- You've just read that somewhere.

- I know what people like you are called.
- I know how to treat people like you.

- Come here.
- No. I'm not moving.

- Scream, then.
- Don't touch me!

Birgitta! What's going on?

What did he do?

Oh, God.

- How did he do that?
- With a cigarette, idiot!

There there.

Don't cry now.

He's not coming back.

He won't touch you again, I promise.

Peter? What are you doing?

Don't think now.

I don't want this anymore.

- Please don't force me!
- I promise.

I don't want to.

It's not hurting anymore.

It's not so bad.

Thomas?

Thomas?

Yes, dear Birgitta?

I feel a great affection for you.

I don't want to.

I'm coming home now.

I thought that we could start
again, if you want to.

We have to try.
If you want to.

I wish I could say I didn't.

I understand.

- Are you freezing?
- No.

Sofi?

Take off your clothes and I will
prepare a bath. You look pale.

Not like that, Thomas.

I had gotten used to you being
gone. This will take time.

How's that?
Let's take number 46, too.

Thanks for coming to rehearsals.
I hope you're not too tired.

- Are you coming out for dinner?
- No, I'm getting prepared for tomorrow.

- What is that noise?
- Pelle is mixing the sound track.

It sounds creepy.

The studio is very mysterious
at night.

It almost makes you
believe in ghosts.

- Shall I follow you?
- No thanks, I'll be fine. Good bye.

- Aren't you ready?
- Almost. We'll get a taxi later.

Martin, have you heard that Thomas
has returned to Sofi?

- Birgitta Carolina committed suicide.
- Really? I did not know that.

- That's the whole story.
- Turn off number ten.

Maybe it will be a film. A film about
the hell that is Earth?

- Why are you so sarcastic?
- Why are you so serious?

I'm thinking about what Paul said.

That life is a cruel and sensual arc that
hoods itself from birth to death.

Perhaps it is for some people.

- Good evening, Martin.
- Good evening, Paul.

I see that the joker
is here too.

Yes, but he just got scared.

What is that sinister laughter
that I'm hearing?

They have their natural reasons.

- Have you considered my idea?
- Yes, but it is impossible to do.

It would end with a big, angst-ridden question
and you can't make that kind of films.

- A question?
- About Earth.

About me, you, Arne, Birgitta Carolina
and everyone that surrounds us.

- To whom is that question asked?
- That is the macabre part.

- There is nobody to ask.
- Yes, if you believe in God.

But you don't.

- Or?
- No, that is impossible.

- It would be an easy way out.
- Then there is no way out.

Lights out!

Good night!