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They're early this year.

Görel, I want to talk to you.

There's nothing to talk about.

You look really funny!

What are you doing in the garden?

Go inside before you catch a cold. I'll be right there.

-Have you told them? -I've told Lena.

-Was that really necessary? -Yes, I think so.

I'm glad my father didn't live to see this.

Don't get sentimental.

A house is nothing to get attached to.

You're moving in with Nisse to realize your dreams.

You two will dazzle everyone with your architectural wonders.

The fact that you can't support your family is nothing to a genius.

Like you.

You're a mean woman, Görel.

So you think it's right that I, year in and year out, do a job I despise?

A job that leaves us with the bare minimum?

Many people have to make do with that.

No, I'll do that.

I will never give in if that's what you're hoping.

I have to believe in what I do

and feel like I should be the one doing it.

What else is there to live for?

If I say for your home, your family and children,

you'll just say I'm cynical and materialistic

and lacking idealistic views.

Please, Görel. If I no longer respect myself and my work,

then I'm no good to you either.

Then divorce is a better option.

Then you'll prove your point.

And you'll take the kids to your mother's?

Yes. She's asked me to.

There's not much space, but one of her tenants will have to move.

You talk to him.

-Have they gotten in touch? -In touch?

Don't you know what tradesmen are like?

They make promises, but keeping them?

Not so much.

Just look at it.

It does look a bit worse for wear.

But I have to get it up today.

I know people think I'm a bit strange,

raising the flag on the anniversary of her death.

It's a bit ungodly, I know.

But… our life together was filled with joy.

Isn't that a cause for celebration even though she died 16 years ago?

Of course.

I hope it'll get worked out.

I'm sorry, but I'm running a little late today, Mr. Gustavsson.

That's all right.

There's a chill in the air, still.

It's no real spring yet.

Lena!

Hi, Dad.

Hey, you. Shouldn't we button this for you? It's not very warm.

Lena?

Hurry home after school.

You have to look after Björn today.

I'm so glad I can rely on you.

We're not as close as Mom makes it seem.

I'm sure you are.

Are you going away?

Yes.

-Will you be gone long? -I think so.

Hurry up, Lena. Let's walk together.

That's Kajsa. Bye!

If trials were held in the nurseries of the accused,

no more verdicts would be delivered.

Good morning, Mother.

Oh, it's you. Were you coming up to see me?

Yes. I wanted to have a look at the rooms.

I see.

His lordship hasn't come to his senses?

Nisse has offered him a job. He's moving there today.

Offered him a job?

And who will live in those buildings?

Nils is a well-known architect who doesn't make compromises.

Well, then.

Lucky one person in the family has a sense of responsibility and judgment.

You'll see.

When Pilsjö moves out, you'll be happy in the double room.

You and the kids.

Go upstairs and look around.

He's still there. He'll let you in.

Make sure to turn off the lights when you leave.

Mother?

Do you still have to be in full mourning?

It's been more than a year.

I'm still mourning her.

PILSJÖ, HOMEOPATH KARPELL

Oh, it's you, Mrs. Rocke.

I thought…

-Your mother isn't here. -I know. I met her on my way up.

Please, come in.

I don't think I'll get to stay.

What do you mean?

I'm behind on my rent.

You see…

since the scandal this fall,

I've had fewer and fewer patients.

"Quack," they call me.

A simple quack.

You don't see me that way, do you?

You know I've cured people.

Does it really matter what I think?

Yes.

You or someone else.

Someone has to believe in me, believe in my honor.

I have no reason to doubt your honor.

Your mother's migraine is practically cured thanks to me.

And still she's evicting me.

No.

Yes.

I can see it. I hear it in her voice when she asks if I've had any patients.

Mother has to rent out the rooms or she can't afford to stay here.

No.

The interest wouldn't be enough.

She would have to use her capital.

That's right.

The interest wouldn't be enough.

The six goes on the seven, Mother.

I can see that, Birgit dear.

Can you get my purse?

I think I've left my handkerchief inside it.

Görel!

Look, Mom. It's a real castle.

That's great.

We have to show it to Grandma.

-Look, Grandma. -That's lovely.

Where have you been?

In the kitchen with Dagmar and Karin.

Dagmar helped me cut this out of Allers.

She said--

It's not appropriate for you to be in the kitchen.

But soon you'll get your own room at Grandma's.

You can bring your own bed and your own dollhouse.

Grandma will buy you new curtains and a little table.

I don't want to live here!

I want to live with Mom and Dad.

Mom will live here as well.

We need to be grateful to Grandma for having us.

Otherwise we'd have nowhere to live.

Could you get me something from Grandma's room?

Oh. We'll have it in the parlor.

You only need to pick up four tickets from the opera.

Return the other two.

Why is that, Mother?

You know what Wilma's like.

When she heard it premiered on Friday the 13th, she was petrified.

Karl was furious. He was looking forward to seeing Gösta Ekman.

Karl was sick at the Hamlet premiere, too.

And now he'll miss Peer Gynt as well.

But when Wilma's gotten an idea into her head…

Answer the phone, Karin.

Oh.

Yes?

Just a moment.

-It's for Mrs. Karpell. -Is it Mr. Karpell?

Yes.

I'll speak to him.

-Mother, can't I-- -It's for the best.

Should I bring in Görel's cocoa?

No, not now.

Grandma promised!

Take her to pick up the tickets and take a walk in Humlegården afterwards.

Well, then.

Don't waste your time.

I only have the one.

Why don't you buy your own paper instead of reading it for free?

Am I annoying you?

Standing here on a public street.

Is it really fair?

What if everyone was like him?

He's read my papers for free for 30 years.

A lot of money over time.

-Damn you! -Dirty old man!

You hag!

Can you imagine? Fifty dead and many of them children?

I read that they've divided the survivors into five groups.

One group had to look for dead bodies.

There are nicer ways to spend your time.

Don't be cheeky.

-Are you on your way out? -I'm doing an errand for my mistress.

-Are you free tonight, miss? -Call me Karin. We know each other by now.

My name's Axel.

I'll be off later tonight.

They're having guests.

That's too bad.

I wanted us to go to Piccadilly and see Dancing Lady

and maybe go to Sveasalen afterwards.

I have the night off.

Look! Balloons.

Do you have to have her with you?

Bad girl. You're embarrassing me.

Can't you let her go ahead so we can speak more freely?

I don't dare to.

Come to think of it… here you go.

Go get yourself a balloon.

-We'll just be around the corner. -See you soon.

Look over there.

Look at the red-haired one.

Can you see?

Stop! I could fall in.

Are you scared?

You're too scared to even come over here.

-Let's mess with her. -What is it?

What a great balloon.

Let me see.

-I'll have it. -It's my balloon.

We're gonna pop your balloon.

-Stop it. -Help!

I'm gonna tell your dad!

Let's go.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Can't you walk to shore?

I'll get pneumonia and die all because of you.

Here you go.

That's stupid.

Stop!

Go home to your mom and leave me alone.

I'm lost.

Don't you know where you live?

Do you know the street name?

Go there, then.

I'll take you, but I have to change first.

You'll have to come.

Here we are.

Do you live here?

Ah! Sit down.

Take this.

And this.

Turn around, why don't you?

The pipe.

Put the lid on.

We need more leaves.

That's enough.

What are you doing?

What do you know, anyway?

My balloon.

Give it here.

Bite it.

It tickles.

I can make loads of them.

You have to get home.

Will you take me there?

I told you I would. But first…

To keep my secrets, we have to take a blood oath.

I'll start. You'll see, it doesn't hurt.

Suck it.

Give me your hand.

Are you scared?

There. Now you can't tattle.

KITCHEN

Open the door.

Open the door.

What is it?

Come in and close the door.

About time!

You look awful.

-Where's your hat? -I lost it.

Tell me where you've been. Tell the truth.

I was running and I got to the water.

That's where Göran fell in.

Who's Göran? You're not making sense.

The water's running…

Take your fingers out of your mouth!

-It hurts. -Don't be silly.

Göran pricked my finger.

I can't believe it.

I leave the girl out of sight for one minute and then…

Tell us everything from start to finish.

I won't tell your mother.

First, he fell in. Then we ran into the woods.

Then he got undressed, and then he pricked my finger.

And he made baby balloons.

He undressed, you said?

Completely naked?

You've done something very bad, do you know that?

What do you think your mother and grandmother will say about your behavior?

I should take you to your mother right away.

You can't while he's here.

Of course, not while he's here.

The lady of the house looked furious when I said he was at the door.

And Mrs. Karpell?

-She almost fainted, didn't she? -Yeah, almost.

I bet she's still in love with him.

She seemed to want to throw herself in his arms.

Why are you still here?

Go wash off the worst of the dirt.

And come back here afterwards.

-Well, what did he say? -I'll tell you.

The truth is always unpleasant, but it's useful.

I'm sure it won't do any harm to remind you

who's provided for your household, Bertil.

We would have been happier without that big apartment, Birgit and I.

We would have been fine on my salary.

If only we'd been left alone.

It's your fault, and no one else's, if our marriage fails now.

You think you've given Birgit such a great upbringing,

but the important thing, independence, being free of her mother's apron strings,

you've clearly been weary of teaching her.

Yes, I have been unfaithful. What of it?

I love my wife.

"Love"?

You have no right to say the word.

Birgit. You believe me, don't you?

Tell me you believe me.

Yes, Bertil. I believe you.

Come with me. Let's go home.

Home?

You really surprise me, Bertil.

That's Birgit's home, not yours.

Well…

I can't do this anymore.

Birgit. You have to choose.

Either you come with me

or stay with your mother.

But if you do, we'll never see each other again.

Never again.

Daddy!

Daddy, please don't leave!

You can't leave!

Daddy!

Yes?

Miss Röös?

I see.

Just a moment, I'll check.

-Miss Röös? -Yes.

Phone call for you.

-Man or woman? -A man.

Lucky your mother didn't pick up.

Sorry, but this used to be my room when I was your age.

Come on in, then.

It's a goddamn mess.

-Phone for you, miss. -Thank you.

Yes?

Arne?

Not great.

I'd love to.

But, you know, Mom…

I'll ask them.

If I can, I'll come straightaway.

Bye.

Can you please explain this, miss?

Today is May 10th.

These stamps have to last until the 17th.

All the butter has been taken out.

Those ones, 327-328, are still valid.

We can't put margarine on the sandwiches.

A lot of the cream was used in the minced poultry the other week.

Minced poultry?

What do you mean?

We had it the day you were away.

It doesn't require stamps.

That wasn't everything.

There's 23 öre missing

and the cost of laundry powder is too high.

You sit there with your stamps and calculations.

I have to stand here and accept being called a thief,

but I can't even get a cup of real coffee a day,

just that awful substitute.

Maybe you didn't know that coffee's been rationed, miss.

There's been no shortage of illegal coffee in the house.

I'm not going to bow and scrape.

These maids…

Mother.

Don't get involved.

You don't understand.

These are hard times, Görel.

If your mother didn't take care of the household and stamps,

I don't know how I'd manage.

There was rationing in the last war, too.

Even worse than now.

I remember 1917.

That's when the stamps started.

Speaking of which…

you didn't clear up the minced poultry business.

It's not rationed.

Neither is black pudding,

and it's 1.80 per kilo.

You know I don't mind doing the bills,

but then you must remember that we have to cut costs.

I spoke to the bank manager.

We're already overdrawn for this month.

You're right, Birgit dear.

It's just hard to cut down.

No more dinner parties.

No more joy.

Times have changed.

We all have to learn to do without.

Arne called. We're doing homework together.

Can I go to his house?

His dad asked me to stay for dinner.

You're always spending time with that Arne.

Can't you do your homework at home?

Let her go.

His father is a professor.

I've heard he's a very nice and educated man.

Well, then. You can go.

Goodbye.

Don't be late.

Have fun, Görel.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I can't believe you're working in this heat.

Heat?

Don't be silly.

In this country, people start talking about heat waves and heatstroke

as soon as they've put their wool pants away for the summer.

Work?

This? Don't be silly.

Do you know if Professor Rocke is in his studio?

No. I think he's down by the lake.

Now, that's actual work.

I'm surprised all that work with the clay doesn't drive him crazy.

No, it's ungodly.

No…

Imagine.

It's been almost four years since she passed away.

It was in the spring, wasn't it?

She planted this tree when we came here as newlyweds.

You wouldn't understand.

And neither would anyone else.

Goodbye.

Arne!

Arne!

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Is it time for homework?

The weather's too beautiful for that.

-Do you know where Arne is? -I haven't seen him since he got home.

I'm sure he's down by the lake.

Sit down.

There's no hurry.

All good things come to those who wait, as the saying goes.

Don't you ever feel guilty for being so lazy?

You have a gift for feeling guilty.

Did the sight of Gustavsson working make you scoff at my idleness?

Not exactly.

Let me tell you one thing, my very young friend.

Idleness is the key to all creation.

Not the idleness of sitting around, with your arms crossed in boredom,

nor the idleness of a guilty conscience.

No…

The true idleness.

The one that requires stillness and thought.

But that requires practice.

And talent, I'm sure.

How are you these days?

I'm good, thank you.

Görel.

You can only escape a dishonest environment by leaving.

Now, now. Leave the homework for now.

Go up to Arne's room and get some coveralls.

Then go down to the lake and help him. Hurry up!

What are you wearing?

It was your dad's idea.

He told me to leave the homework and help you with the boat instead.

I don't know what to do about him and his mad ideas.

Seen his latest sculptures?

You're so funny, you and your dad.

It's like you're in charge of him and not the other way around.

That's right. You just don't get it.

You seem grumpy.

Grab the scraper and help me.

You can see where the old paint needs scraping.

-Arne? -What is it?

Do you need help?

No, certainly not.

Aren't you tired yet?

No. Are you?

Me?

Don't be ridiculous.

Hey.

Aren't you tired yet?

No. Are you?

Me? Don't be ridiculous.

Now I'm tired. I want to sunbathe.

-Hey. -Yeah?

You want to come sailing this summer?

You want me to come?

Dad suggested it the other day.

He said you need to experience the real ocean

instead of one of those retreats for snobs.

It's good for you to bring someone who can cook and keep the place clean.

Can you even cook?

You probably just boil water for tea.

I can cook.

Put me down!

-Hey! -Yes?

You said your dad suggested that I come.

Didn't you want me to?

Don't be ridiculous.

Do you want a formal invitation with an RSVP, too?

Of course I'd like you to come.

The mornings are the best.

When you're anchored in a bay and hear the water below you

with the boat rocking softly.

And you never have to wash, just throw yourself into the sea.

You dirty pig.

Now I understand why you like it.

So it's three.

Three o'clock.

Monday, May 10th, 1943.

The Germans are in Kharkov, Narvik and Tunis.

Goebbels says our greatest achievements lay in the first two-thirds of the war.

Some trade routes have opened.

According to Gallup, 58% of the population believe we can stay out of the war.

I read a story in the paper today.

In Copenhagen, the air-raid sirens sound three times.

And…

Grete, four years old, visits the art museum.

"Mother, is that a mermaid?"

"It's not a mermaid," the mother says.

"It's a siren."

Grete looks terrified.

"It's only a painting, right?"

"It won't wail, will it?"

Arne.

I have to tell you something.

I've wanted to say it for a long time.

If the war came to Sweden, I think my family would be Nazis.

Why is that?

I don't mean they would be active,

in sabotage or spying or anything.

They're too lazy for that.

No, it's worse than that.

They're completely indifferent.

As long as they get their food and clothes and are left alone, they don't care.

Do you think they'd be traitors?

I think it often starts that way.

Like with the trade routes.

They only had one thing to say about it.

"Finally we'll get some coffee and cocoa into the country."

I feel like an accomplice.

I eat from our supplies.

I'm glad when I get a new black-market dress.

I want to get away.

But I'm too scared.

Huh.

You'll marry some rich merchant as soon as you leave school.

Then you won't have to worry.

Let me help you.

If I don't eat soon, something terrible will happen.

I'll race you!

What will we serve the soup in?

Grab the clay bowls from the shelf.

Where are you going?

I'm setting the table.

Who are you trying to impress?

Set the table in here.

It's good enough for me and my guests.

Where are the radishes?

Hey.

Don't forget to remove the bones.

I don't want to be pricked.

Why is he coming here again?

Who?

Arne dislikes the associate professor.

What's he done to you?

He's obsessed with Henry Moore.

He's always comparing Dad's things with his.

If Henry Moore doesn't object, then who am I to?

Is he handsome?

Henry Moore?

No, the other one.

Yes, very handsome. Just your type.

Görel dear, do you know who Henry Moore is?

-Should I? -For your own good.

Use your gray matter more and you won't have to die curious.

-Do we have anything for the herring? -Attaboy.

The herring looks very sad.

I'll see what we have.

Well…

Not much.

Stop pushing.

You're the one pushing.

Use that old beet for decoration.

An old beet's no fun.

How about some parsley?

That's an original idea.

That settles it.

Herring with French scrambled eggs.

There are no more eggs until the end of the month.

Scrambled eggs it is.

A party's a party.

Well…

We'll have to imagine the dessert and coffee.

Haven't you tried the new substitute?

In my house? No, thank you.

Let's go into the studio instead.

It was a great honor to have such a young and lovely lady at the table.

A rare pleasure in this masculine household.

Don't give her any ideas. It's messy enough up there as it is.

He's handsome.

Awfully old, but definitely handsome.

How dare he?

If he sets foot in this house again, I'll run away.

Dad just laughs.

What's wrong with you?

"A rare pleasure in this masculine household."

Yes?

How can he say that about Mother?

-Maybe he didn't know. -Didn't know?

He knew.

I was there when Dad told him about her death.

And you.

Putting on airs for him.

It was disgusting to watch you.

Hey.

Let's do the dishes so we can go outside before dark.

Why are you laughing?

Is washing dishes really that much fun?

I can do magic.

Did you know?

I'll believe it when I see it.

Would you like to see the dishes disappear, sir?

You betcha.

I only need a wand.

Wand?

Wand.

Hey, presto!

You can play the six.

Oh, yes.

She should be back by now.

It's getting later and later.

I won it this time.

I'm going to bed.

You should, too.

No.

I'll stay up until she gets home.

We know where she is.

Times have changed, Birgit. It's not like when we were young.

No, times have changed.

You're right about that.

Time for the news.

Good night.

Good night, Mother.

A bulletin from Cairo mentioned heavy attacks on Catania.

A ship carrying ammunition was destroyed,

a tanker was set alight, and other vessels were hit.

These are from Arne's dad. He told me to give them to you and Grandma.

It's a greeting from the first real spring day.

I don't know him.

And anyway, I don't accept bribes.

It's only 11 p.m. We don't start until 9 a.m. on Tuesdays.

You know I want you in bed at 10 p.m. at the latest on weeknights.

And still you're telling me with a straight face, "It's only 11 p.m."

-We had so much to talk about. -Oh, yeah?

You had a lot to talk about,

you and your classmate Arne or whatever his name is.

I'm not as stupid as you think.

I know what you're doing.

When I was your age, I had never even kissed a boy.

But I guess I'll have to be grateful as long as you don't bring home a bastard.

It's not true!

We've never--

If not with him, then someone else.

Or several others.

A whore, that's what you are.

A real whore.

What in the world?

How are you?

I'm just…

Are you all right?

Come inside.

No, I have to…

Don't be silly. Just come inside.

You can't wake the professor.

He's not the one I'm visiting.

What's wrong?

Can I stay here tonight?

I've left home.

I'll wake Dad and ask. I'm sure you can.

That's not what I mean.

I want to stay with you.

I want us to be together.

Really.

If you don't want to, I'll leave.

How long will you sit there?

As long as I want to.

You're not going to cry, are you?

Don't turn the light on.

Why does it matter?

What are you doing? Not on my drawings!

What drawings?

A building.

A proposal for a 12-story garage.

-Hey. -Yeah?

I have a better drawing. Hang on.

It's a church.

But it's no temple for the Lord.

One that makes people feel like the church holds them in its forgiving arms.

No, like this.

Clean and simple.

Not boastful and ostentatious.

I want people to stop and think, "That's a church."

And they go inside either to feel small or to feel elevated.

No, I want it to be something pure. Something…

Something that feels like diving into the water and seeing the rays of sunshine.

Or like when you sail in strong winds. You see?

Although a church… Everything is equally important.

A garage or a nursing home or a bus stop.

But…

It's the sense of arriving at…

I'm going to find it. I will!

Have you always known this is what you want?

Just two years until I graduate, and then college.

Then I'll do my work experience.

I'll do that in the summer breaks, too.

Anything. Work at a construction site, carry mortar…

-Hey. -Yeah?

I've never told anyone.

This is the first time.

Do you regret it?

No.

I didn't know it would hurt so bad.

I almost wish I would get pregnant. That would serve them right.

What would you do then?

Let them remove it?

Are you crazy?

We'd get married, of course.

-Görel? -Yeah?

Earlier today, when we wrestled in the garden,

you didn't want to.

Did you just come here out of spite?

To begin with, yeah.

And then?

I'm sorry.

You can stay. I don't mind.

If only I could find that damn sketchbook.

Goodbye.

Good luck.

This is my daughter Mrs. Rocke.

Mr. Ylvén. He's an art dealer.

Oh, I see.

Can I look around, Mrs. Karpell?

Of course.

It's mainly this painting and the East Indian china.

How can you?

Last year the silver, and now this.

Does she know?

You don't think I'm going behind my own mother's back, do you?

Of course she knows.

Her sickness might last a long time.

Nurses all day and night cost money.

They cost a lot of money, Görel.

You're doing it to humiliate her.

To get your revenge.

I don't know what you mean.

Too bad it's not a complete set.

How much do you think…

I can't pay more than 1,500.

It's worth much more.

When you buy it new, Mrs. Karpell.

That's different.

You're wasting your time.

She won't live much longer.

How do you know that?

She doesn't want to live anymore.

You're kind to come and see me so often.

-It's spring now, I see. -Yes.

It's spring.

-Could you open the blinds? -Mm-hmm.

Should I open the window? It's a warm day.

Go ahead.

You look so happy today.

Any particular reason?

I was thinking about the palm tree.

The palm tree?

It was the year I turned 19.

I was newly married and very happy.

And I was fond of entertainment.

I loved dancing.

Your grandfather…

he was so much older than I was.

He wasn't much for the balls and events.

But he often gave in.

He wanted me to smile.

Wanted me to be happy.

How's Arne?

And the kids?

They're fine.

The kids are all right. Lena is a big girl now.

Tell me more about the palm tree.

Well…

there was a big ball planned in the mirror hall.

It was the highlight of the season.

I was looking forward to it so much.

I had been giving your grandfather hints for weeks.

And it seemed like he was starting to give in.

Can you close the window?

There's still a chill in the air.

Then…

the big day arrived.

I was pacing around the apartment.

The doorbell rang.

I rushed to the hallway.

A surprise.

It was the dress, I thought.

He hadn't forgotten.

No.

He hadn't forgotten.

It was a gift for me.

A deliveryman brought it into the hallway.

The lights were off, so I didn't see it at first.

It was the palm tree.

I never got to go to the ball.

But I got a palm tree instead.

He loved me, in his own way.

Didn't he buy anything?

Yes, but they'll pick it up later.

What are you doing?

I'm doing the accounts.

Arne called.

He wanted me to tell you he has to work late tonight.

He can't get home until late.

Tell me.

Can you really afford a maid on Arne's wages?

He's just gotten a raise.

Well, then.

Structural engineers make good money.

What is it he does, really?

Oh, that's right.

He's executing the work of the real architects, isn't that so?

That's right.

And he can provide for his family.

Imagine.

I never thought Arne, with his grand plans,

would be as reasonable as to give up becoming an architect the long way around.

But that would have been impossible.

But it's good to learn to go without.

And if he's really interested, he can take evening courses.

I mean, he could have it as a hobby on the side.

What's with her?

ARCHITECTS' OFFICE

Hi.

Oh, it's you.

Come in. It's just me here.

This is my first time here.

Yeah, it is.

What are you doing?

Working on Länning's School.

Why do you ask?

Just wondering.

You're interested all of a sudden.

Oh, you've spoken to your mother.

I don't care what she says.

Not what she says, but what she thinks.

Something like this,

"I wonder how long he'll last."

"I wonder how long they'll be able to pretend."

Tell her not to hold her breath waiting for me to give up.

Oh, no.

I'll provide for her daughter as well as any merchant.

Why aren't you saying anything?

You're not defending yourself.

Maybe I feel guilty.

If only it was that simple.

That either of us was guilty.

Let me show you what I mean.

Do you understand what I mean?

It's not the cross, right?

No, not at all.

It doesn't concern God.

Not in the regular sense, anyway.

Do you come here often?

Sometimes.

To see what I'll never get to do.

Never anything real, clean and simple.

Never anything that's my own.

Maybe there's still a way.

No, not anymore.

I've made my choice.

There's a difference between you and me. You gave birth to your children.

I will never get to do that.

Do you remember the first time? That night we were together.

You asked me,

"Do you regret it?"

Now it's my turn to ask.

Do you regret it?

And I'll give you the same answer.

No, I don't regret it.

But I didn't know it would hurt so bad.

And not just the first time.

It hurts every time.

Every minute of every day.

Are you still here, Görel dear?

I saw that the light was on, but I thought Miss Röös had left it on.

Mother…

tell me honestly.

Did you ever regret divorcing Dad?

Not a day goes by…

that I don't regret it.

Well…

do you think you'll be happy in your new home?

Yes, I'll be happy there.

There's no use in crying, horrible child.

I'll open the window and jump

and lie dead on the ground.

Don't jump, Lena.

Lena!

Lena!

Lena.

What are you doing?

Björn and I were playing.

He's silly enough to believe whatever you say.

Do you do this often?

Maybe.

Doesn't it matter to you that I trust you?

Well…

go to my bed. I'll put your brother to bed and then we'll talk.

Come, Björn.

Why did you come back?

I haven't come back.

I just came to get a few things.

Arne.

Arne.

Do you know when I first felt like we belong together?

Down here, when we were working on the boat during the war.

The air-raid sirens were wailing and I didn't want to hear them.

I put my hands over my ears.

And you pulled them off.

Why didn't you do that again?

Why didn't you shake me

during these years when I've been sleepwalking?

Well…

I've been too self-absorbed.

I wanted to make it.

No one thought I would be able to.

And I wouldn't have without Dad.

But then, when he died…

You probably didn't notice or didn't want to see.

He was the only one I could talk to.

I got so lonely.

-Görel. -Yeah?

Are the kids sleeping?

Yeah, they are now.

Can we leave them for a while?

Now?

Just for a few hours.

Yeah. Gerda's here, so they're not alone.

Where are we going?

To the sailboat.

At this hour?

Wait.

What are you doing?

I can't run.

Is it too late for us to start over?

It's never too late.

Subtitle translation by Sanna Arvidsson Milton