All language subtitles for Dear.John.1964

I remember that time you came back
from Nyhavn. You don't remember me.

-I had my back to you.
-Oh no, you didn't.

Then I wasn't sober.

No and you were riled that
I refused to serve you.

-I bloody well want a beer.
-I'm sorry, we're closed.

But you can get to the shop
from the kitchen!

-It's shut.
-So the bloody shop's shut as well?

Was it because of a girl?

Yes...

Were you engaged?

-Aren't you all health fiends here?
-No we all smoke and drink. A bit.

Your brother, too?

Raymond's full of ideas. He wanted
me to be a champion swimmer.

He couldn't do enough for me.
But then...

Then came Helena
and he turned against me.

He wouldn't speak to me - walked
out the minute I came home.

One morning he came out
to the kitchen, very serious.

Since then he's stood by me.

One thing I want you to know.

When...when it happened...
I was very fond of Helena's father.

-You were only 18.
-But I got over it.

And he got married six months later.
He'd been engaged all along.

What was it that went wrong?

Lifting furniture.

-Nothing else?
-Maybe...

-Was it your fiancée's fault?
-We weren't engaged.

-It can hurt all the same.
-Were you engaged?

Me?
What makes you think that?

It's not so far-fetched.

-Why did you leave her?
-I didn't leave her. She left me.

Left you?

-We were married.
-Married?

We were. It was for her sake
I went ashore.

I was to get into partnership
with a furniture dealer.

Soon I was fretting
and longing for the sea.

I was like a fish out of water.

But she understood me, she said.

The furniture dealer understood
me too, he said.

The only thing we were partners in
was her!

I came home one day as a surprise.

The bed was occupied.

-Did you kill them?
-No, I just cleared out.

No one asked me to stay...
Got a beer?

-What about the home?
-I'd made it over to her.

Her idea, in case I drowned.

Beer, woman!
Don't you serve it in this joint?

Well...for a private party.
The fridge is out there.

-How silly you were...
-No, she thought I might drown.

No, I mean two years ago.
You came in drunk and rude.

Yelling 'cos I wouldn't serve you.
That's why I wouldn't.

And why I remembered you.
You were so nasty.

Not so much nasty as drunk.

Coffee!

Let's wipe your mouth too.

Now we'll get dressed.

No, no, Helena!
Come along now.

Arms up!

Up on the chair.
Panties...

-Are we going to brush my teeth?
-You can do that yourself.

Can we go out,
so I can wear my pink bows?

Tomorrow, when it's Sunday.
I have to work today.

-I don't want you to work.
-I have to, to buy you pink bows!

Rosa's mum doesn't work.

Hurry up now,
before Uncle Raymond comes.

If you didn't have to work,
you could be at home all day.

Wouldn't that be lovely?

I don't want any bows then.

Hello!

Give me a hug. You want my hat?!
Say goodbye to Mummy, hurry up.

Looks festive.

We could have spent Saturday night
in Höganäs...for Eva-Lisa's sake.

Refill, thanks.

-A boat's in.
-Big?

-Not very.
-Better make more coffee.

Elsa, it's John Berntsson, to load
sand. - Look after him, Anna.

Cringe, eh?

-No one ahead of us?
-Not so far.

-We'll victual later.
-Monday will do.

We shut at ten, but just say
if you want anything.

-Skipper...are we here Sunday?
-We sail on Monday.

-Busy?
-Not very. It's near closing time.

-Nice here.
-It's done up since you were here.

-We recognize the boats.
-You recognized me!

Yes, I did.

I've seen prettier.
Bet her hair's dyed.

Hope the dye doesn't come off.

-We'll stock up on Monday.
-Let's go and have a drink.

We'll see.

-One more twist and I'll scream!
-What was that?

Nothing...

We're off to the Social Club.
Coming?

-Are you going?
-They've got a car.

Thanks, but I'll stay here.

I've seen worse.

-It's a free ride.
-The mate and I have business...

All landlubbers have cars.

-Going to try?
-Can I have the bill, please.

Thank you! Welcome back.

Eva-Lisa was sweet.

You should have seen her
dolled up for the flicks.

-She has a sharp tongue.
-Not at the flicks or the caff.

She's just...nice.

She likes you,
I saw that long ago.

No mistake.

Every time Elon saw her home
he thought, "this is it".

But it was months before
he dared kiss her.

-Girls are no angels.
-I pretended to believe.

-Nice of you.
-Girls are dynamite for young boys.

Eva-Lisa's a decent girl.
No nonsense.

-Are you sure?
-Bloody sure!

Pray for a storm,
so we have to anchor at Höganäs!

Good night.

I don't know a soul here.
Will you come out with me tonight?

-Plenty of girls at the Social Club.
-I was going to a restaurant-

-but it's no fun alone.
-It's too late to get a babysitter.

-Married?
-No, but I have a little girl.

One thing I want you to know.

When...when it happened...

I was very fond of Helena's father.

-Tomorrow then?
-I'll let you know tomorrow at 5.

-One of my crew could babysit.
-Well, your mate seems kind.

But I never leave her
with strangers.

-I'll look in tomorrow then.
-Yes...we'll see.

Helena and my job aren't enough.
Sometimes I could howl.

Human beings aren't machines.
They can't be alone.

When I saw you at the café
I thought...

I thought it was a trick
to get rid of me.

-How did it go?
-Tomorrow. She needs a babysitter.

-She has a kid.
-Lucky bastard. It's a lay!

You bet.
She won't get off lightly tomorrow.

-What did you think?
-And then I met you...

-A girl like you.
-A girl like me...

-If you knew how lonely a boy gets.
-Or a girl.

There's restaurants,
cinemas, cafés...

What can you do there?
And still you hang around.

What's lonelier than a stranger
at a party?

Getting the brush-off then
is the end!

Women are dynamite.

If you light their fire,
take cover before they explode!

Why did you throw stones
at my window?

Being alone is too tough.

Why did you throw stones
at my window?

Maybe you needed me.
Maybe you were as scared as I was.

Good night.

Good night.

You're lucky, you can go to bed.

Why throw stones at my window?

Me? When?

Don't be silly. I saw you.
I went downstairs to the 'phone.

-Did you call for the cop?
-No, he came anyway.

You almost woke Helena. Suppose
she'd seen a man throwing stones-

-at her mum's window?
-I've felt bad about it all day.

I thought it was horrid of you.

You've got your own back now.

-Did we go farther than you meant?
-What do you mean?

You just wanted to tease me,
keep me on tenterhooks all night.

-Hoist with your own petard!
-John!

I'm sorry...

I thought of you
as I lay in my bunk.

I was crazy from longing for you.
I never knew you'd take it that way.

-Just as if I were a whore.
-You're the finest thing on earth.

You're Anita,
I didn't know that then.

I didn't know you then.

I'm not even Anita.

'Morning.

What a Sunday.

I suppose all days are alike
to you...at the café.

I work to earn a living.

I enjoyed yesterday evening.
Pity it was too late.

-Can I see you tonight?
-I said I'd let you know at 5.

I told you I had a child. I hadn't
been interested in anyone for ages.

I'd have come out with you
yesterday if I'd been able.

But it was all fixed for today. Then
you throw stones at my window.

-I'm sorry...for your sake.
-Not for your own?

Hell, I'm not sorry I wanted you!
I don't throw stones

at every girl's window.
Not even if they're pretty.

Shall I go now?

Don't be mad at me, please...

Not if that's why you did it.

I'll hang around the café all day
until you say yes.

-It's my day off.
-Then I needn't wait.

I'm busy. I may be back about 5.
If not, I'll leave a message.

-It's nice and bracing.
-So it seems.

-I might join you.
-Not on my account.

-She's my sister.
-Fine.

I'm just telling you.
Hands off.

-Says who?
-She does.

But...I defend her.

She'll be OK.

She was local champion at 16,
third in Sweden at 17.

She'd just been picked
for the national team when...

At swimming?

-And your hobby is?
-Athletics.

Weight-lifting. Nothing like it.
You exercise every single muscle.

-Lovely!
-Coffee!

-Breakfast is the best meal of all.
-True.

-Is Helena awake?
-Coming!

-'Bye.
-See you.

-Would you like some coffee?
-Yes, please!

-Come on, then.
-There's enough for him too.

-John.
-Raymond.

Dagny.

You've nice quick muscles.

-What a compliment.
-Depends how you use them.

-Throwing stones needn't be shady.
-It is mostly.

But you'd shown interest already,
asked me out and so on.

-Get asked out often?
-I did at first.

Till they learnt to keep away
after a hiding from Raymond.

-An unmarried mother, you know...
-Bastards!

-That explains his threat today.
-He didn't like you.

-Not then, anyway.
-Did you?

-I'd decided not to go out with you.
-I see...

But you asked me in for coffee.

-Why?
-I saw you floating in the water...

I liked you the minute you came in
last night.

In fact, ever since
you were rude to me that time.

But I didn't dare hope then
that you'd ever come back.

Lovely and soft.

I showed nothing on the jetty.

But when we went up and left you,
I was afraid you wouldn't come at 5.

-I'd have been there.
-Lucky that I asked you in.

Otherwise we'd never have
got to know each other like this.

It could never have been
as nice as it is now.

I'm so happy you came.

I couldn't have waited much longer.
I've cried a lot lately.

Try.

Raymond!

Get the coffee, will you?
And the cornflakes.

Can I give you a hand?

Here we are.

Fantastic.

This is Uncle John.

My name is Lena and I'm 4.

-What's that?
-A blister from working.

-Is breakfast outdoors?
-Yes, my pet.

She's sweet.

-Helena...
-You're a real mother.

I try, but I've neither time
nor energy. And it's so...

...so lonely.
Helena and my job aren't enough.

We're going into Malmö,
I'm taking her to the park.

I've promised all summer
to show her the bears there.

-That's why I'm busy today.
-Are you all going?

-Heavens no!
-But I'm driving them to the bus.

-Is that your car outside the café?
-Nice? Bought it second-hand.

So it's just you two?

Could I come too?
If I'm not in the way...

It'd be nice to see Malmö
with someone who knows the place.

We're only going to look at
the animals and play in the park.

-And buy ice-cream!
-Let him join you.

-I'll run and change.
-As long as you won't be bored.

-I never get to do things like this.
-Why are you coming along?

-Ice cream on me. And a taxi-ride.
-No, the bus will do.

Of course he can go. He'll buy
ice-cream, carry you if you're tired...

-Shall we let him?
-Great! I'll run and change.

Life at sea is more exciting.
New ports...new girls...

-New adventures...
-That's what you think.

So do we seamen.

As soon as we reach a new port...

Go on.

Then we think we'll find
what we're searching for.

Everyone's searching for something.
Sometimes I think it doesn't exist.

By the time you leave a place,
you're sick of it.

Things don't turn out,
so you're off to the next place.

-But it's the same there, too.
-Seamen never have enough time.

-Isn't there an elephant?
-Maybe we'll see some another day.

Raymond's been telling her
about the zoo in Copenhagen.

He likes her?

-He does now.
-Who could do otherwise?

What's your name?

-What's your name?
-An... Anita.

-Are there boy elephants?
-Hush, Helena.

I'm starving for an ice-cream!

Where's my finger gone?

Show me.

Something wrong?
You're staring so.

I can't help it.

The next stop's ours.
Then we get a tram.

A tram ride!

Yes, it even goes weekdays.

Hello there!
How do you do?

Taxi!

-Come on!
-There's no need for that.

-I want to go on the tram!
-In you get. You, too.

-You can take the tram another day.
-Good idea.

-To the ferry!
-What?

Do you want to see an elephant?
Copenhagen it is, then! My treat.

-You're crazy.
-That's your fault.

-Are we going to Copenhagen zoo?
-You bet!

Lucky it was me that turned up.

-Don't be upset about last night.
-Oh, John...

I was on my way out to you.
I thought I hated you, but I didn't.

I was coming to you when I saw
the policeman and his dog.

I didn't know I could do
that sort of thing.

I thought we'd make it...

Don't get upset,
but we've missed the boat.

-When's the next?
-In two hours.

It'll be so late for her.
We'll go to Denmark another day.

-The plane leaves in 25 minutes.
-That's it!

Amazing how fast it is.

-But the cost!
-Worth every penny.

Smile, please!

Orangeade.

Look at that toffee-nosed penguin.

Drinking beer must be nice
with such a long neck.

Abracadabra!

There he is!

Look at the deer.
So sweet.

-She's having the time of her life.
-She really is.

It suits you.

I like ice-cream.

A penny for your thoughts.

I was thinking...

I'd like a holiday on a boat.

Some other year.

-This year.
-Surely that's impossible?

-You know me.
-Sail with you?

Not good enough?
It's comfortable on board.

-Even more so if you're there.
-So you'd like me to come?

It'd be like Christmas all the time.

-What about the others?
-They can mind their own business.

-They must think.
-Of work. I don't care of what else.

But I do.

You think I'd sail with Helena and
sleep with you when the crew knew?

-Helena can sleep with Elon.
-You want your ears boxed!

-Seamen think women will do anything.
-Well, won't they?

Beast!

Well, when's your holiday?

-I've already had it.
-Pity. We'll sail next year then.

No we won't.

-If I came along I'd get a bad name.
-I'd tell everyone how nice you are.

-We can get married first.
-You mustn't say that.

-You're not inside me now.
-You mustn't say that...

-Are we going to fly?
-No, we'll take the boat.

-And have dinner on board.
-Such expense...

One square meal a day. You yourself
said Helena can't live on sweets.

Carry me.

Shall I carry you too?

-You're awfully good to us.
-It's nice being with you.

-I don't like it.
-Today's been a bit much for her.

-It smells nasty.
-She's so tired.

Even grown-ups get tired.

Where's all that ice-cream?

In here.

Isn't it lovely?
I never tire of boats.

-That's why I like it here.
-One of the world's busiest straits.

It never occurs to me
that anyone sees us out there.

A married man on a coastal route
sails near home sometimes.

His wife sees him coming and thinks:
"My husband's out there."

"I'll get a nice dinner and
put fresh sheets on the bed."

-Or "I hope he sails past."
-Why do you say that?

-That's how it is mostly.
-Then they'd better get divorced!

They've got kids and debts
and need food, clothes and a roof.

-Were your parents unhappy?
-On the contrary.

What makes you think like that?
The girl you were engaged to?

-Troubles are best forgotten.
-If you can forget.

She let you down?
Sorry, not my business.

Being jilted hurts.
Don't I know it!

-But one must hope for the best.
-I'm just an ignorant sailor...

-Bye, Helena.
-Thanks for a nice day, Uncle John.

-Thanks, Anita, it's been great.
-Absolutely wonderful.

-But so expensive. Let me pay half.
-Why?

I've been cocky all day because
I was one of the family! Nix, baby.

Bye then. Take care.

-But...
-Don't talk money. I can afford it.

-I'm off now. I've work to do.
-Even on Sundays?

There's always work to do on a boat.

When will you pick me up?
I promised to let you know at 5...

-And it's now twenty past six.
-I couldn't come earlier.

I'll forgive you this once.

-Have you a babysitter?
-I fixed that yesterday.

I'll put Lena to bed.
Come round at 7.

-We can meet down on the road.
-Are you ashamed?

Not of you, anyway!

You been nursemaid all this time?

She and I are going out tonight.

-Have you hooked anything?
-Wrong bait, I suppose.

Come below and have a drink.

-She might want to dance.
-Then I spin the old yarn

about a quiet spot
where we can talk.

Peace and quiet for a tired seaman,
undisturbed by dance music.

Cheers.

I saw you coming.

-Anything wrong?
-You're as pretty as a bird...

-...at the zoo.
-A parrot, then?

-But what is it, then?
-I said I'd take you to dinner.

-A millionaire, eh?
-Of course!

-Sorry! Do you mind walking a bit?
-As far as you like.

I've a spot I want to show you.
Then we can have a snack and talk.

-At your place?
-Is it too simple?

-Sounds fine. But your brother?
-At a party in town.

-We have the cottage to ourselves.
-Sounds fine!

I remember that time you came back
from Nyhavn. You don't remember me.

-I had my back to you.
-Oh no, you didn't.

Then I wasn't sober.

No, and you were riled
that I refused to serve you.

"I bloody well want a beer!"
We were just about to close.

Ah yes...
That's why you remembered me.

-Do you get angry when you drink?
-Not nowadays.

Not since I went to sea again.

Was it because of a girl?

Yes...

Were you engaged?

You're beautiful.

And you're sweet.

You broke up, took it out on me
and now you'll make it up with her.

No. I've forgotten it all
because of you.

You're making fun of me.

The sand machine.

-Here's your cargo.
-How do you know?

No one takes anything from here
but sand.

-One day someone will come for you.
-I doubt it.

-And I'm rather choosy.
-Must he be a millionaire?

He must believe in love and a happy
ending. Otherwise I'll go it alone.

You read too much about
wedding bells and orange blossom

and ideal homes and ideal children
and living happily ever after.

Life's no bed of roses, I know.
But both should try their best.

Feeling cold?
Want to go home?

Do you?

I'll warm you, shall I?

That's enough.

I feel so safe with you.

Like to go on board?

-Is that your usual little ploy?
-Who, me? No!

-I thought you might like to see it.
-Some other time. When it's light.

-It's light tomorrow.
-You're leaving tomorrow.

You see what you do to me!

The moon's a melon.

A pink melon, a Portuguese one.

It'd make a lot of slices,
expensive transport.

250,000 miles I read somewhere...
about moon rockets.

What about moon rockets?
They complain about the young

but the old wise men do nothing
but invent rockets and atom bombs.

It's not good. That's how it is
when grey beards rule the world.

-Why don't we young people rule?
-I've no time, I've got my boat.

-Sleeping here tonight?
-Any objections?

-You can sleep where you like.
-Thanks.

Go inside and make yourself comfy.
I've something to fix up here.

Mind the cups!
The switch is on the right.

-How are you?
-Fine. Couldn't be better.

-But I must buzz along soon.
-Are you going? Why?

-It's getting late.
-The night is young.

-Are you bored?
-Don't be silly!

-Well, you needn't go yet.
-That's the last thing I want.

What could be more romantic?
The two of us, a fire...

And wine.

-I'll sit with you.
-On my knee.

Sure!

Nice shoes.

Nice feet, too.

-I'm on them too much.
-Nice legs, nice everything.

Slender, but something to
grab hold of. No ruddy mannequin.

I don't like them bony.

You like something to grab hold of
in a thunderstorm.

-Well, I am the way I am.
-You can be thankful for that.

It's getting going now.

Lovely.

This is really nice.

Cheers.

-You're sweet.
-Think so?

Men aren't sweet.
There's nothing sweeter than you.

I could eat you up.

-Don't stop...
-Like it, eh?

Carry on.

Like scratching a horse...
I'm not calling you a horse!

-A sea-horse?
-Horses are beautiful.

You're so beautiful.

-A sea-horse is a fish. Tiny.
-That looks like a horse.

In tropical waters.

A fish...

Something's missing.

Music...

Let's dance.

-I can't.
-I want to.

Let me go!

Let me go!
You'll never get me this way!

Let me go, or I'll ring the police!

-I'll call the police!
-I want you so bad, I could die.

Poor bastard.

How do women do it?!
Make men behave like sex maniacs.

If you're interested in whores,
they're honest in their fashion.

They don't promise more
than they can keep.

Remember that, you prudish tease!

-And Arab girls?
-Casablanca...

-There's not one as pretty as you.
-Rubbish.

The girls in Nyhavn, then?
Like the ones today.

-Nothing to choose between them.
-The same everywhere?

More or less.

-Why are trollops such fun?
-I don't know any.

They're trollops if they take money.

I've never had a girl
who took money.

So I don't know.

Know something extra nice?

A girl who can say no without
making you feel a cad.

-How?
-Like you.

-But I must buzz along soon.
-Are you going? Why?

-It's getting late.
-The night is young.

Well, if you insist...

-Are you bored?
-Don't be silly!

Well, you needn't go yet.

John! John!

Don't leave me!

-A beating first, eh?
-Dear, dear John, forgive me!

It's not what you think.
I've wanted you all evening.

I couldn't believe anyone could be
as kind to me as you've been.

Dear, dear John, do what you like
with me, but believe me.

I want to be as good and pure
as you think I am, but...

...I can't take being alone any more.

And tonight I want to be with you.
As long as you don't despise me.

Then you need never see me again
if you don't want to.

Sweet girl...

I'm sorry I was so horrid.

It doesn't matter. Don't worry.

Silly boy.
You see now how wrong you were.

-How was I to know?
-I like you for that.

-Now I know who you are.
-I like that too.

Are you cold?

I'm almost naked.

-Let's go in now.
-It's for you to say.

-Want to listen?
-No.

Shall we sleep?

-Isn't the moon enough?
-Who cares about the moon!

Are you allowed to look?

-Who said you could?
-Anita.

What a scamp.

That's Thomas.

-John Thomas.
-Anita's Thomas.

You do talk dirty!

No... I like to save the best
and make it last. Lie down.

-Ladies first.
-In a minute. I've something to fix.

You said you'd already fixed it.

You've messed up your best suit.

-It wasn't only me.
-Careless!

A married man on a coastal route
sails near home sometimes.

His wife sees him coming and thinks:

"I'll get a nice dinner and
put fresh sheets on the bed."

-Anita!
-Yes?

-Where did you get to?
-Coming...

-Pretty nightdress.
-I have a nylon one. Transparent.

That one's sweeter.

-What did you do with my trousers?
-Hung them to dry in the window.

In the window?! "Here hang
John Berntsson's trousers!"

"And where's John Berntsson?
Aha. In Anita's bed!"

It's true.
But he's awfully lonely.

-Not now...
-No, not now...

-Are all the nuts gone?
-Let me wipe your mouth...

Candy all over you...

And you...

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm just so happy.

She's so like her daddy!

If you knew how I've been longing...

You? A man?
If you knew how I've longed.

-They all want you.
-It's such ages.

I'm ashamed...

When was it?

Take me, John.
I've never really known anything.

-Who was he, Helena's father?
-I don't remember.

-Håkan. But I forgot him ages ago.
-For me?

-Yes, for you.
-What about the others?

Laugh if you like,
but I've only had two.

Håkan. And then?

Two years ago I went to a party
with the Lindgrens.

-There I met...
-I don't want to know!

Please John...

You lay with him.

-There and then, at the party?
-No!

He was kind to me. No one had been
that since Helena was born.

We met once or twice,
went to the pictures...

He said he liked Helena,
I believed him.

He talked of the future.
I believed that, too.

Then I gave myself to him.

-But it was no good.
-Enough.

-You wanted to know.
-I don't care about your past.

Go!
You can go, too!

Forgive me...

I've no right, no right.

You've no right to torment me
unless you do it out of love.

-How silly you were...
-No, she thought I might drown.

No, I mean two years ago.

You came in drunk and rude.

Yelling 'cos I wouldn't serve you.
That's why I wouldn't.

And why I remembered you.
You were so nasty.

Not so much nasty as drunk.

Fetch a towel while you're there.

-Why didn't you?
-I couldn't. Not then.

-Are you washing him in icy water?
-No...

-I'm rinsing glasses.
-Take clean ones from the cupboard.

Once we had a kitten.

When it grew up
it got so strange.

Started chewing up clothes
and shoes.

It meowed and wailed
and rubbed up against furniture...

...as if looking for something
it couldn't find.

Then it spent a few nights away.

After that, it settled down.

It's been the same with me.

I've been searching for years,
not knowing what or where it was.

I know now.

What is it?

-What are you thinking about?
-Your nice warmth.

It's Sunday night,
and you're lying here with me.

I'm so happy.

They've started loading.

-Good, eh? So you can go now.
-You think it's good?

Kiss me...just a little.

A little, I said!
Get up now.

-Come back here, Sunshine!
-No more! Time for a swim.

-What?!
-Swim, I said!

-Why put that on?
-Someone might come. I live here.

-I'll make the coffee. Go and swim.
-Hurry up, cowardly custard.

-Worse than the army!
-We need to wash.

I smell nice.
I smell of you.

-Who is it?
-John and Anita's Thomas.

-How do you know?
-I'm psychic. I'd tell your fortune

-if we had time. Lots of ladies!
-Hey, I've only got a sheet here!

Supposing they bite?

-They'd nip my tidbit.
-Better put your trunks on!

Kind of you...

Come on, you coward!

-Don't drown me!
-I'm lifesaving!

-What are you doing?
-I'm lifesaving you!

-Do you know lifesaving?
-Only mouth-to-mouth.

-Like some coffee too?
-Yes please.

It's not a bit like yesterday.
Today it's goodbye coffee.

-This is the life.
-Sure is.

-This won't do. Helena's awake.
-She's a sweet kid.

She'll be wondering, a little
jealous. She only has me.

-Jealous? Of me?
-Not last night when I left, though.

But you made friends
on our outing.

Don't be sad, we'll meet again.
I'll be in touch.

-I'll be back. Don't you want that?
-Of course.

-You seem so...strange.
-Well, I am a bit tired.

-I'm not used to this, you know.
-Nor am I.

Go now.

-When does the café open?
-Nine.

I'll look in before we sail.

-What is it?
-Kiss me.

-Go now.
-So long!

Helena...

-Send her down, for a lemonade.
-Maybe...

-Oh, you've started. Good.
-You said so on Friday.

-Cook...
-All shipshape, cap'n.

-Where...where did that come from?
-I won it at poker, after the club.

-You took the radio with you...
-But the girls left our little dance.

-How could they?!
-But we had better luck yesterday.

-Meatballs today. Homemade.
-You open the can yourself?

Turn it down.

Wonder if skipper screwed the bird.

-Was she nice? Like our girls?
-Look here, this is different.

So you never got to screw her?
You look as if you had.

Though if it's a nice girl,
it needn't come to that.

You've got it all wrong.

It doesn't have to be either or,
it can be both.

Though in a different way.
Then you've found the right one.

No gale warning anyway.

The autumn gales are due. Hardly
a problem for a boat like Elsa.

-The sea's not to be trifled with.
-It's no mill-pond.

I'll bring this stuff down later.

And I'd like a box of chocolates.

The best you have...
a nice big one.

-This'll make a beautiful present.
-Fit for the recipient, then.

In that case, I have nothing
nearly fine enough.

We'll go for a cup of coffee...
I'll take this with me.

Put it on the bill.

-Good morning.
-Coffee and buns, please.

-Are they fresh?
-Just baked them.

-What a lovely present.
-My best regards.

-Is she coming?
-No, she left this morning.

It's her holiday.
It started yesterday.

-Well, when's your holiday?
-I've already had it.

She mentioned it, yes.
I thought it was next Sunday.

No, yesterday. She went off to her
granny's this morning with Helena.

-A body can't even trust himself!
-True. One can muddle things.

Please give her this.
And say it's her just deserts.

"Just deserts"...
a strange message. You men...

Bloody sugar won't dissolve.

Let's go.

Here's the bill for the goods.

-A little present.
-Thanks.

Thanks for everything.
Especially the porridge oats.

I'll not offer you a drink. We sail
at once. The weather's unsteady.

Nothing for me, thanks.
Good luck.

In case you and Anita
have had a tiff...

-Tiff?
-The wife and I thought perhaps...

We're happy you were kind to her.
She herself was very happy.

It's fun while it lasts.
There's little else to do here.

She didn't take it seriously, eh?

I didn't leave her. She left me.

-Well, when's your holiday?
-I've already had it.

-When does the café open?
-Nine.

I'll look in before we sail.

-What is it?
-Kiss me.

I want to be as good and pure
as you think I am, but...

...I can't take being alone any more.

And tonight I want to be with you,
as long as you don't despise me.

It's Sunday night
and you're lying here with me.

I'm so happy.

-Darling little wife.
-You mustn't say that.

"Dear John, Thanks for
a lovely day with Helena. Anna"

Anna...

Anita...

I'm not even Anita.

-Hello?
-Hello.

Hello, Anna. It's John.

What the hell is wrong with "Anna"?

Anna Berntsson, for instance...

Hello? Ani... Anna?

Hello?

Where have you gone?
Hello!

Hell and damnation...

Hello. Answer, woman!

Answer, will you?!

John?

Yes, John...

Dear, dear John...!