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You made me crazy.

You can't make a stable person crazy.

You're pathetic.

I can't protect you forever.

Your daughter Vera von Clause has been framed for arson.

Was there anything else?

We're creating the future of modern psychiatry.

Vera, come here.

Lovely Onerva.

Onerva! Don't! - Let me see her!

Let it go. - Let me see her!

A memory is most sensitive when it's fresh.

It begins to change as time passes.

It starts to become associated with emotions, memories of other people.

And longing for what could have been.

Vera was messed up.

I'd like you to go over that moment in your mind.

Memorise it instant by instant.

Remember it.

It is important for you to remember everything exactly as it was.

Why wouldn't I?

Guilt can be a crushing emotion.

It tries to colour your memory.

Guilt over what?

You do remember what happened there?

You got into an argument.

She was messed up.

And I saw it.

She thought she was an eagle. - I'm sure it was shocking.

But it doesn't have to happen to you too, right?

Really?

It's usually easier to process a loss when there's a clear reason for it.

The mind always seeks for a culprit.

I'm sure the von Clause family will also be seeking for a culprit.

Good, good.

Let it all come out. I'm guilty, you're guilty...

Every one of us is guilty in our own way. Let it all come out.

It's important now that we go through that moment accurately.

I'm so damn pleased that we go through it!

I talked to your mother when she was here for a visit.

What you did to your brother as a child has troubled her a great deal.

She told me she had seen you push your brother down from the hayloft.

You never confessed having done it.

And now this problem reared its head...

You ended up pushing someone, again.

No I didn't.

Poikelus's medication has changed.

She's starting an intensive treatment period.

This dosage, is it definitely correct?

I checked it with Lundsten. It's correct.

And she's starting with this dosage?

A new roommate.

Nice room.

I tried to tell Alaska you don't want me here.

I'll leave you in peace.

We can just sulk in silence all day, but that's pretty damn boring.

Could you just be quiet. - Hey, you're talking.

Lundsten's started telling people that you pushed Vera down.

He's trying to make a scapegoat out of you.

Welcome to Eaglerock, Mr von Clause... Miss...

I want to present my deepest condolences.

The quicker and more discretely we can handle this unfortunate matter, -

the better you'll be serving us.

Of course.

There will be a short service, -

after which you can return with the deceased right away. Please...

Toivo, we'll start at 11 o'clock.

Yes...

Let's just socialise among ourselves and leave the guests in peace. Okay?

And no shouting. - Of course not. No shouting at the priest either.

Seriously, stop it.

Hey... - What?

Move on.

This way, please.

This way.

Which one should I try to talk to? - The woman, of course.

Right. We are gathered here today to remember -

our dearly beloved Vera von Clause.

We are all devastated by grief.

He's a priest? - You didn't know?

We have lost a daughter...

A sister...

And a dear friend.

Things were difficult for Vera of late, -

but I hope each one of us carries better memories of her.

Vera is now leaving this island for the final time, -

into the care of her family.

Despite its sadness, this too is a comforting thought.

May the Lord bless you and keep watch over you.

May the Lord show you his grace and be merciful to you.

May the Lord turn his face towards you -

and bestow his peace upon you.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

A moment of silence. - Alma will sing now.

Alma, don't.

Oh, my poor, wretched mother who gave birth to me -

a slave to this world, condemned to suffer miserably.

A slave to this world, condemned to suffer miserably.

I don't have any land or legacy.

I have no refuge and no one to counsel me.

Oh, my poor, wretched mother who gave birth to me -

a slave to this world, condemned to suffer miserably.

A slave to this world, condemned to suffer miserably.

May I see my daughter? - Absolutely, once they're ready.

I'm taking a short stroll. Excuse me.

Now.

Onerva!

She can come.

Make it quick.

Hi.

Thank you.

You smoke the same brand as Vera.

Were you and Vera close?

You can talk to me. Never mind him.

Vera wasn't like the other people here.

Her mind was somehow so... clear.

I think Vera felt better here...

She was safe here.

Safe from what?

Are you alright?

I know you're not there. Stop it. - What?

Yes, everything's alright.

Will you arrange the funeral soon?

After the autopsy.

An autopsy won't be necessary, as the cause of death is clear.

Death by falling. Internal injuries.

No Von Clause is going to die -

without me having the cause of death in black and white.

Of course not.

Knowledge puts the mind at ease.

And I admire your courage in bringing out in public -

that illnesses of the mind are not dependent on status...

Wait a minute. Nothing is going to be made public.

All autopsy reports are sent to the

Ministry of Social Affairs and Health.

And it most often happens that this information -

somehow finds its way to reporters.

Although I'm sure they don't want to make a sensation out of this.

Vera knew too much, and they drove her to jump.

Alright, Poikelus.

You've smoked your cigarette. - Don't let them make me the culprit.

It wasn't Vera's own fault. They're lying.

Don't believe them. No one gets to visit home, and Vera knew it.

Vera knew no one goes home. And we don't have curtains!

We don't have curtains!

I should have realised it. - This caught everyone by surprise.

The human mind works in mysterious ways.

But I should have realised.

I could have done more.

I'm a woman and I have a special relationship with these patients.

This thing isn't about you.

No, it's not.

It's only about you.

Let's lighten up the atmosphere.

Who on earth is blasting out this kind of music?

I am!

Doctor, is this appropriate music for a period of mourning?

The cycle of negative emotion must be interrupted -

with an external stimulus if necessary!

Alright, everyone! Let's dance!

Yes, Alma! Come on, let's dance!

Dance, everyone! Having fun is allowed in this place!

Embrace the joy!

Gösta. - Yes?

I've planned the guest list. - What?

Josefina can be the bridesmaid. I can't really ask anyone else.

I think Kalastajatorppa would be a good venue.

What?

But I want a traditional wedding, not just the local register office...

Listen, Serafina! Alright!

Onerva...

Come on!

So you're a priest. And a ferryman.

That's really poetic.

Here you are, collecting the secrets of lunatics -

and asking God to forgive our sins.

Praying for us to go to heaven.

Well, one of us just did.

Are you happy?

And you're not doing anything...

You're not helping anyone in any way.

Toivo, hope.

A hypocrite bastard.

Hey!

Hey, wait!

That's really noble of you, to run away like that. Stop!

Stop!

Don't you fucking turn your back on me!

You're just like her.

Who? - Leena!

Who? - Leena!

She used to come here, talk about herself, how she became a teacher -

how she played tennis and suffered from anxiety attacks!

2 - 3 months later I noticed that I had a pretty big crush on her.

One day she ran to me and said she needed help.

She needed to go visit the mainland.

Did you take her? - Yes, I did.

And she ran away?

She stole a knife and...

What should I have done?

I don't want to die.

Don't.

Can anything be done about that? I can rip off your fingers.

Shout into this pillow, will you? I'd rather not hear your screaming.

How can a completely healthy young woman, all of a sudden...

But now we need to remember -

that all this is worth it.

Worth all of this.

We have to see the bigger picture.

What?

I need leather mittens.

They have them in the closed ward. I've seen them.

What will you do with them?

I can't take them off, so maybe you could put them on for me?

But I don't know how to get into the ward.

Ritva, what mischief are you up to, asking to come along?

What?

What do you think?

What are you doing? - What?

This! - There's no one here to see this.

I know you're just playing games with me.

But isn't it wonderful?

Hello!

We have some sweet buns for you loonies!

Greetings from the normal people's ward!

Buns!

Hi.

Nice mittens you have there. - You can't take them.

I've got this friend who really needs to borrow these mittens of yours.

Stop it, Ritva.

I don't want her ending up here with you.

Have you got the key?

Hello? - Matilda?

Hi.

Remember me? I visited here.

I don't remember.

Maybe I was in worse shape then.

Actually, I do remember you.

You were here, right? - No she wasn't.

How are you?

They're listening. Don't say what you're really thinking.

Who's crazy enough to do that anyway? - Quiet.

So has Lundsten already made you... - What?

What he normally does here.

What does he do here?

What he does here. I had info on Lundsten.

Onerva...

Information on what he's doing. He made me like this.

He is Beelzebub. Don't let him break you!

I've seen him inside and out. - Beelzebub...

What do you mean? - Ask anyone. I know.

The CIA knows. - Get out of there!

All the information exists!

The CIA knows.

All the information exists!

I knew this would lead to trouble!

Onerva, why haven't you said anything?

No, it's nothing.

You'll go and talk to Lundsten. - No!

He'll put me in isolation. - Alaska...

Quiet. - Alaska.

Silence! - Don't leave me...

Alaska, seriously... - Alaska!

If they put me in isolation, get in touch with Tuomas!

Help me! Don't leave me there!

Onerva, despite all the sorrow...

And although your illness has advanced...

I can see we're on the verge of a breakthrough.

Something good may result from this horrific tragedy.

And that would be us finding the key to your treatment.

I'm sure that's what Vera would want too.

Obviously, Vera was also in a very difficult life situation.

But now she's free. - The fuck she is.

She's rotting away in a wooden box.

Are you still seeing things, Onerva?

"Onerva" is not seeing anything anymore.

What do you see in this?

Tell me if I'm on the wrong track.

But what I see here is guilt.

Guilt for the fact that as a young

child you tried to kill your brother...

No I didn't.

And this is the thing that we'll start working on now, in earnest.

"It wasn't my fault." When I hear these words, -

I remember the Onerva that came here. But I understand.

Taking responsibility for your actions is terribly difficult.

There's this black blob inside you right now.

Fear, grief...

Anxiety, guilt...

Yes?

Yes, good. I think we are ready.

For what?

Seven, eight...

Nine.

You feel warm and safe.

No one can harm you here.

Ten.

You feel light, warm and safe.

Someone close to you is standing nearby.

Someone you trust.

Who's standing there?

No one.

Look closer.

There's no one here.

At the far end of the room there is a table and two chairs.

Two tea cups are on the table.

Vera is sitting there, waiting for you.

Is there something you would like to say to Vera?

Hi.

Hi.

Vera. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry I didn't fight for you.

Or for not catching you in time.

I miss you so much. - Take a marmalade.

Aren't you going to apologise for anything else?

Like what?

For pushing me?

Really?

You pushed me and I fell.

Seriously? - Yeah.

Were you hurt? - A little.

Onerva.

Everything's alright.

Onerva.

Tell me. Where were you?

On the cliff.

Were there others there?

I don't think so.

Was Vera there?

What did she say?

What happened on that cliff?

Ouch. What's happened to your fingers?

I don't...

Nothing to worry about.

These are important steps.

I'll change your medication enough to relieve your anxiety.

Onerva, remember that admitting your guilt to yourself -

is the first and hardest step.

After that, we can start working on what's ahead in life.

Alma.

Löfgren.

About the von Clause incident...

I'm sure you've been thinking about what exactly happened there.

I've been thinking about it, over and over. What happened was...

Poikelus pushed her.

But what I saw... - You were far away.

And anyway...

Well, actually I saw...

Poikelus herself admitted to me what she'd done.

Of course that won't save anyone now.

No.

I just thought that it will probably come as a relief to you, too -

no longer having to think about what happened out there.

As there has been some talk about you as well.

What kind of talk?

That you pushed Vera. Imagine that.

Onerva!

Alma!

I've got this thing for you to do.

Tag! You're it!

Alma!

Poikelus.

Tuomas Poikelus? This is Head Nurse Alas... Alanen from Eaglerock.

You need to come here to the island as soon as possible.

I see.

Your head doctor has specifically forbidden me from coming there.

The situation's changed. - Sorry, may I speak with Lundsten?

Lundsten isn't available.

What's your name? I'll call you back.

What's so difficult to understand? Just come here! - What is this about?

I'm hanging up the phone. - Wait!

Onerva's pregnant. Lundsten doesn't know. You can't tell him. Just come.

Open the door, Ritva!

What the hell, Ritva? - I just wanted these.

Onerva...

Lovely girl.

Lovely Onerva.

Mummy's little darling.

Alright, off you go.

You lazy girl.

You should be more like your brother.

You bring shame on everyone. You're way too sensitive.

Will you behave? You need to behave!

I tried to step back from the edge.

But then you pushed me.

Why did you push me down?

You pushed me...

It's so windy out here. - Yeah, it sure is.

I'm going to visit my wife.

Good.

Onerva's pregnant.