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PORT OF CALL

No!

Let go of me!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

- What happened? - A girl jumped in.

Must have gotten a cramp. It's too cold to be swimming.

No!

Let me go!

Put me down! Leave me alone!

Gösta!

The very same. Hello!

Hello there!

I'm a landlubber now.

Hello.

We were at sea together. Have a seat.

Want to play?

- The States this time? - No, the East Indies.

Tea, spices, rice, zinc, and Australian wool.

Yes, but no more. Eight years at sea is enough.

You can put up here.

That bunk's available, and the rent's not bad.

You can work on the docks. - The docks!

Not good enough? Want to be the boss right off?

You could start on the docks

while you look for something else.

That's the ticket!

All's well when the birds come home to roost.

- 935. - Here.

- 376. - Here.

- 545. - Here.

- 671. - Here.

You all start at 7:30 in berth 34, the Saga.

Pull 'er up!

- Aren't you going out? - Don't think so.

On a Saturday night? I'll be damned!

Don't feel like it.

Have you fallen in love?

Or caught something?

Neither one in a long time.

Then cheer up. You have your severance pay.

As long as you've got dough, you'll get ladies and booze.

Oh, that!

We all have our ups and downs, don't we?

We'll chalk it up to springtime doldrums.

- What are you reading? - A book.

I can see that.

Who wrote it?

A sailor by the name of Martinson.

You really read this stuff?

You're not interested in books at all?

I used to be.

My old man was a schoolmaster. He had lots of books.

At your age you feel lonely.

You sail the world. You see lots of things.

But it feels like you're missing out on most of it.

So I stopped and took to drinking instead.

Books just make things worse.

But go ahead and read.

See you later.

See you.

- It's crowded tonight. - I suppose it is.

- It gets hot when it's this packed. - I suppose.

The band's not bad.

I've heard better.

At least someone's going all out.

Looks silly to me.

Must be foreigners.

It's crowded tonight.

It could be worse.

It gets hot when it's this packed.

You only have one line left.

What's that?

- That the band's good. - Oh, right.

- All the guys say the same thing. - Do they?

But in a lot of different ways.

This isn't much fun. Shall we leave?

- I was just about to. - Great. Let's go.

Hello, Berit.

Come here a minute. - I don't want to.

- Goddamned milkmaid! - Acting the country virgin.

Shut up.

Don't mind those bastards.

Though you could have said hello.

Don't be so touchy.

Just laugh and give it right back to 'em.

I don't want to come back to the gang.

Think they'll let you off that easy?

Well, if you don't want to... Maybe one day we'll be friends again.

I have to go now.

All right.

I know exactly how you feel.

This feels better.

Why?

Why? Don't be difficult.

Is that what you expected?

So...

you live here on your own?

No, it's my family home.

So where are they?

Dad's at sea. He's a first mate.

Mom's visiting an aunt.

Cigarette?

- No, thanks. I don't smoke. - A nice girl.

Nice place.

It's all right.

If only I had a bit more freedom. - How do you mean?

Never mind.

Why did you kiss me?

You ask a lot of questions.

Because I like you.

- Do you? - Yes. I think you're beautiful.

I'd like to do it again.

- Of course you would. - You sound funny.

Don't worry about me.

You want some coffee? - No.

I don't want any coffee.

Well...

good-bye.

Tired?

So-so. I have to go to work.

- On a Sunday? - Yes.

I do shift work.

Bye, then.

Will you come back?

Come back?

We agreed on it.

Wednesday at 8:00... without fail!

LONELY

- You haven't left for work? - That's my business.

I suppose you don't care if you're late.

- You weren't due back till Monday. - I changed my mind.

To spy on me?

- I was worried. - Right.

What did you do last night?

I went to a movie.

And after that?

I came home.

Alone?

What do you think?

You're lying.

Am I?

- You brought a boy home. - That's not true.

Isn't it?

- I smoked those. - Don't fib. You don't smoke.

So what are you going to do about it?

You know I must report you to Miss Villander.

Go ahead!

Lock me up for another couple of years!

I turn my back and you're at it.

It was so nice with you gone.

I should have known I couldn't trust you.

- How could you? - Don't put on an act.

Go on. Hit your own mother.

Just what I'd expect from you.

Berit! Have you nothing to say? - Just let me go!

If you apologize, I won't report you.

I won't ask your forgiveness.

Never! - Careful now.

- Let me go! - Don't you hit me!

Mr. Villander wants to talk to you.

His sister's here. The social worker.

He asked how you're doing. I said you were first-rate.

But the social worker looked angry. - Really?

Did you do something you shouldn't have?

- How would I know? - I've done all I can.

One would expect some reward.

Dream on!

- You might enjoy it too. - Forget it.

Is that so?

The girls say you're not a real man.

- Hello. - Hello, Miss Holm.

Miss Villander would like a word with you.

I see.

I suppose you know why I'm here, Berit.

- I'll leave you two alone. - No, stay.

I'm used to it.

Your mother called me yesterday.

She's in the habit of blabbing.

You're privileged to live at home with your mother.

Living with Mom is worse than the reformatory.

You should be ashamed to talk like that!

And don't interrupt.

In that case, I'll go back to work.

Don't use that tone with me.

You want to go back to the reformatory?

No one cares what tone they use with me.

I'll be sent back whether I like it or not.

I'm not usually consulted.

Berit, you must try to understand your mother.

I'm sure she wants what's best for you.

Is that why she's so shitty to me?

Berit! What language!

I learned it in the reformatory, and here...

and all the other places you've sent me.

If I ever had hope of your reforming,

I don't anymore.

So I'm going back?

I won't go! I don't want to be here!

I want to be rid of you! I want to be free!

No one understands how I long to be myself,

to be left alone!

That's not for me to decide.

You may go, Berit.

Wait. Listen to me a minute.

You said you're not happy here.

If there's anything I can do, I'd be happy to.

Don't be afraid to tell me.

I don't like ruining my hands.

I'm a milliner.

I like making hats.

A cleaner job might be better for you.

In inspection, for example?

Yes, sir, I think so.

Agneta, give Miss Holm another chance before reporting her.

I can't make that decision on my own.

You can return to work for now, Miss Holm.

You were very accommodating with the girl.

Shouldn't one be?

I do my best.

It's not easy.

Why not give her a decent chance?

It's not that easy, dear Bengt.

She shouldn't have to live at home.

Would you take in a bastard?

Sort things out when she falls in with a gang?

When she catches VD or steals something?

Your lack of optimism is fascinating.

There's good reason for it.

Have you never heard how we "pamper the riffraff"?

- Are you scared of her? - Scared?

You seem to be.

She's difficult to handle, if that's what you mean.

Everyone thinks so.

If she's so difficult,

does it matter if the experiment fails?

No, but I'll have to see what my colleagues think.

Of course.

Lay off the sarcasm, please.

I've told you I can't take personal responsibility.

Then who will?

I wish I knew.

We'll have to work overtime to finish. Can you stay?

Like the girl in the street, I say, "Sure, sure."

I'll do it.

Aren't you seeing that girl at 8:00?

Yeah, he's gotta look after her.

It's not all that important.

Young people today!

Not worth having, eh?

THE ROAD TO HAPPINESS

You're all dressed up.

Am I? Not really.

I can see you are. Are you meeting someone?

Who would I be meeting? I'm just going to a movie.

- Which one? - I don't know.

Run along or you'll be late.

Stop nagging and leave me alone!

Waiting for someone to pick you up?

No.

You seem on edge.

- What if I am? - Isn't he coming?

Leave me alone.

If he's a nice boy, you could introduce him to me.

Not that I expect it.

- What don't you expect? - That he'd be a nice boy.

There's no one by that name here.

Dad sent a cable saying he'll be home soon.

Isn't that nice?

- Are you getting a divorce? - No, we're making a fresh start.

- When was that decided? Yesterday? - I decided.

- So we're on our way to hell again? - I don't know what you mean.

Poor Dad.

He wrote that he misses me.

He's always been a little crazy.

I really wish you could be happy too, sweetie.

- Don't touch me. - I do care for you.

I'm always thinking about you, worrying about you.

You're very kind.

You'd be even kinder if you'd leave me alone.

Is that how you speak to your mother?

Oh, for God's sake!

You're hard-hearted, Berit.

But that will bring its own punishment.

I wish you were dead!

I wish I were dead.

People your age say things like that.

When I see you waiting for Dad...

I know what it'll be like.

"The porridge is too salty."

And then the fights will start.

First the little ones,

then the long nights filled with hatred.

That's all over now, Berit.

We're getting older.

I've been talking to the vicar.

It'll be different this time.

For you too.

You're such a liar. You fool yourself...

and everyone else too, including Dad!

But not me.

I know you're always lying.

Always!

You'll regret what you just said.

Don't touch me!

I should kill you!

Think you can scare me?

I should kill you...

and Berit, and myself!

You're insane. You should be locked up.

I'm insane, you say?

Who's always yelling around here, and who's the calm one?

You don't hear yourself.

If that's how it is, I can leave!

By all means!

It's hell when you're home.

Berit!

Berit, come here.

Come to Daddy. Don't be frightened.

Is it horrible when I'm home?

- Don't drag her into this. - You're hurting her!

What about the way you act?

You're the one hurting her!

Is that true, Berit? Come to Daddy.

Don't touch her!

I'll slap you!

She's my child too!

Poor little Berit.

What a father you have!

Mommy's little Berit, what a father you have!

Poor little Berit!

Hi there.

Hi.

So you came after all. - Did you think I wouldn't?

I didn't think you wanted to.

Shall we go to a movie? There's a good one at the Victoria.

- Gösta. - Yes?

You weren't going to come.

I don't know. Maybe not.

Then why did you?

This is our stop.

Hi there, Berit.

Hi.

- Who was that guy? - His name's Cocky.

He's a foreman at the factory.

Two, please.

Hello there, Berit.

You look cold. - The girl's got nice gams.

- What do they want? - They're drunk.

What's the hurry?

Come with us. What do you want with that old sea dog?

- No, Gösta! - All the times I've saved you at work.

Damn, the stern's rolling nicely!

Berit, you could take on three guys, couldn't you?

Go to hell!

Gösta, let's run!

Don't mind them!

Want me to give you a licking, boy?

You and who else?

The police might come!

The police! What a hero!

Stick your neck out and it'll get chopped off.

- Let's go in there, if you dare. - Dare!

Gösta!

Gösta, no!

Gösta!

Behind you!

Damn you!

You shouldn't act so stuck up.

Goddamned reformatory tramp!

Wake up, Gösta.

- How do you feel? - How do I feel?

Don't touch me.

Why haven't you gone home? - Gone home?

Yeah.

Look at your stockings.

- They don't matter. - I'll pay for them.

Don't be stupid!

It'd be better if you paid for a taxi home.

Help me take these rags off.

- We're not wearing rings. - Hide your left hand in your pocket.

I have no pockets.

Then keep your gloves on like a lady.

We're being the lord and lady this weekend.

Would your ladyship fancy a walk before dinner?

That would be lovely, your lordship.

- Did you call, sir? - No.

Did you? - No.

I'm sorry.

Berit, is that you?

Gertrud!

You work here?

So you ladies know each other.

Friends from school?

You could say that.

- Is this your husband? - Yes, I'm the husband.

- Congratulations, Berit. - Thanks.

Not everyone has your luck.

You should call me sometime.

I'd love to chat.

Sure.

- Just call if you need anything. - Thank you.

Gertrud!

Please don't say anything.

I mean about the reformatory.

Not for my sake. For Gösta's.

He doesn't know?

No, he doesn't.

- Trust me. - Can I?

Would the old gang let you down?

Thanks, Gertrud.

Is he flush?

What do you mean?

Is he loaded?

Not at all.

He's just a simple sailor.

Then what are you doing here?

He brought me here for my birthday.

How sweet.

Take good care of him. - How are you doing?

Kind of you to ask.

I'm just peachy, if you must know.

Do you know Mrs. Krona?

What are you saying? You're not...

I'll be paying her a visit soon.

Poor Gertrud!

But she's expensive.

Could you lend me some money?

How much?

I need another 50.

I can give you 25.

But be careful, Gertrud.

Be careful?

Could you send it to me here?

Is there any other way I can help?

You're sweet.

You'd better get back to your guy now,

or he'll wonder what we have to talk about.

What did you talk about for so long?

Nothing in particular.

We just said hello.

You went all funny when you saw her.

I'm not too fond of her.

She's good-looking.

I suppose she is.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

- Was it something I said? - No.

Are you crying?

You mustn't ever leave me.

Or yes, you can leave me...

but do it soon, or it'll hurt too much.

What makes you think I'd leave you?

Because you don't know.

Don't know?

Because I don't know what I'm saying? But I do.

I love you. I've said it more than once.

Yes, you have.

Why don't you believe me?

Why haven't you ever said you love me?

Because if you don't... - I do!

Then say it.

I don't want to.

I hate those words.

Everyone says them without meaning them.

They only say them to... - Don't say any more.

It'll only hurt.

You think that's why I said it?

No.

Yes.

Every time you said it.

But I like you so much.

It's all I have to give to keep you.

And it's the very thing that might make you tire of me.

When you love someone for real,

what you're afraid of will make your love even stronger.

You have to believe me.

Why do some people get everything

while others get nothing?

It's so awful being lonely.

And you've been so kind.

Little one...

life isn't as black as we sometimes think it is.

We'll have our chance too.

And I'll teach you to say you love me.

I'm sorry, Gösta.

Would your ladyship care for that stroll now?

Gösta...

my love.

I thought you were asleep.

I'm not awake. I must be dreaming.

Did you say something?

I was being silly.

I've been talking to you all night.

Could you repeat the last part?

I'm fond of you.

I love you.

See? You learned to say it.

You taught me.

Are you happy now?

Yes.

Though it would be better if we'd never met.

Now that I know what happiness is...

it'll only be worse later.

There you go again.

I've given it a lot of thought...

and I've decided to tell you what I've been through.

Better to be honest now than for you to hear it from others.

It's just so hard to start. - Then don't!

I never assumed you were a saint. I'm sure as hell not.

We didn't know we'd meet. - I have to.

So you can't say I deceived you. - Then go on.

It makes no difference anyway. We're all entitled to live our lives.

Are you scared?

Me? No.

Why would you think that?

I just feel it.

It would be easy to blame everything on my parents.

They always said they stayed together for my sake.

It was all right as long as Dad was at sea.

Then his ship was torpedoed.

He suffered nerve damage and was home for a year.

It got worse and worse.

I couldn't be at home.

I spent evenings out

with the girls from millinery school.

I tried to stay out as late as I could,

so they'd be asleep when I got home.

One night Mom was waiting up for me.

Where have you been all night?

You've never cared about that before.

Besides, it's none of your business.

Oh, isn't it?

Then you can stay out there and think it over.

That'll teach you to come home on time!

Mom, open the door!

Hi there.

Why are you sitting here?

None of your business.

Are you upset?

No. Don't mind me.

Did your mom kick you out? Or your old man?

No.

So you're sitting and waiting to be welcomed back into the fold?

I have nowhere to go.

Can you imagine their faces if you just disappeared?

How would I do that?

Come stay with me.

You're crazy.

Come on!

- Where do you live? - Don't you know?

No.

I don't know you, do I?

Come with me. I've got my own pad.

All unmodern conveniences. Come on.

No.

I don't know if I dare. - Don't worry, sweetie.

No honest intentions here.

Clean sheets and a daily meal at the milk bar.

The name's Tomas. Howdy!

I think I will!

- Madame's name? - Berit.

Berit? Nice.

Hi, Berit!

We lived together,

and he was very sweet to me.

But they put out a description of me over the radio,

and someone told the police where I was.

The Child Welfare Department came first.

Mom said she couldn't handle me, that she'd had enough.

She asked them to help her.

They were very obliging and promised to do

all they could.

That meant the reformatory.

As has been proven in the case of Berit Irene Holm,

the circumstances are such

as regulated in paragraph 22d of the Children and Young Persons Act.

The Department finds the measures prescribed in paragraph 23 futile

and recommends, in accordance with paragraph 24,

that she be sent to reformatory school.

As a suspended sentence would be considered a risk,

the verdict should be put into effect immediately.

Passengers for the Gothenburg express,

please take your seats.

...in sin and darkness pining

When holy Jesus to mankind was born

There to redeem

The sins of the world

For our sake did he die on the cross

You're very kind to us.

I didn't know what we'd do

for these two hours in Stockholm.

We're delighted to help.

We want to leave the girls with a pleasant memory.

Something to remember and gain strength from.

You're very kind.

I'm sure the girls appreciate it very much.

It was so much worse than I could have imagined.

I wanted to scream. I felt so scared and alone.

Winter and spring were all right...

but the summer was awful.

Of all the girls, Gertrud had the hardest time adjusting.

She'd sneak out at night and sleep with the gardener.

In exchange he'd give her the things we were forbidden:

cigarettes, perfume...

lipstick...

decent underwear.

I spent 14 months there.

When I got out, they placed me with a charitable soul.

I lived on her charity.

I was watched constantly.

She had a son who was nice to me.

I think he fell in love with me.

His mother found out about us and reported it, of course.

I ran away and ended up in Stockholm.

They caught me a second time.

I was sent to another place, where I spent over two years.

I got out and started working at the factory.

That's when I met Gunnar.

He was good to me and said he didn't mind that I'd been inside.

He took me to meet his parents.

They were kind to me too.

I thought it was all over.

Then disaster struck, and everything fell to pieces again.

You let us treat you like Gunnar's girl without saying a word.

You kept us in the dark. We can't forgive that.

Isn't that so, Johan? - Maybe she was scared.

One should always tell the truth.

What do we do now?

There's only one thing to do.

- If she goes, I go too. - Don't talk nonsense.

- I mean it. - It's for your own good.

No need to kick me out. I'll go of my own accord.

Don't come with me.

It's my fault.

I thought you'd told them.

You told me you had!

I know, I know.

- Good-bye, Gunnar. - Can't we meet?

No.

You never want to see me again?

It's over.

You won't do anything rash, will you?

I threw myself in the sea.

That was just before I met you.

Well, now you know.

Aren't you going to leave?

Just go!

Don't worry about me.

Just go! You know you want to.

How many guys have you had?

No, Gösta.

Why couldn't you have kept your mouth shut?

You look a bit down, pal. Girl trouble?

I'd rather get knifed than let them gut me!

Aren't you getting any?

You should've seen the dame I picked up the other night.

Man, what a treat! - Shut up!

- What's with you? - Steady, boys!

Take it easy, Gösta.

Find yourself another girl. It's the only thing that works.

All that talk about love is just a load of bull.

Why's it so hard to be the man you'd like to be?

Why's it so easy to overlook your own faults

but not other people's?

I don't know, but it's like that for everyone.

I want to be fair, and Berit's had a tough time.

If you're looking to play the good Samaritan,

you'd better watch out.

It all seems so meaningless.

Meaningless?

It is. The whole thing.

You sound so cynical. You have to believe in something.

Like what? Women?

Justice? Brotherhood?

None of it holds together. It's all the same old shit.

There's nothing but selfishness. - Is there nothing that lasts?

Don't ask me. - Then who?

Idiot! Ask your girl.

If you really need a hand to hold, grab hers.

No one else cares.

- Just forget everything she told me? - You can try.

All right. I can always try.

What's wrong?

What's wrong with you?

Why aren't you eating anything?

I'm not hungry.

- Who's this fella here? - That's Gunnar.

That's him?

The guy you were with before me.

He looks nice. - You think?

Likeable. Really likeable.

Decent. Is he as decent as he looks?

I could be pals with him.

If I met him, that is.

Just the type of guy I like.

I can see why you liked him.

- Go away! - You're a strange one.

Did I do something?

- Why torment each other like this? - Don't be silly.

I can't take any more.

Just go.

I know I should've told you about myself right off.

It's all my fault.

But please go.

Nothing could be worse than this.

Don't start blubbering!

Telephone call for you.

Hello.

So you're Gösta.

Yes.

Berit has talked a lot about you.

Is that right?

Take good care of her.

I'll tell you one thing: I can't handle the girl.

I don't know why she's taken such a dislike to me.

It's not easy, you know. I am her mother, after all.

I've thought about it so much.

It's not easy growing up with constant fighting.

Things around here weren't always as they should have been.

You know...

her father has very poor nerves.

All the same, we've tried to be decent and honest,

but sometimes...

Well, you know that Berit was in a reformatory.

We couldn't handle her, and I think it helped.

I wouldn't call her loose, but there were lots of boys.

Forgive my bluntness,

but if you care for her, which I hope you do,

you need to know.

Thanks. I already do.

I do hope you'll stay together, for Berit's sake.

She gets her bad disposition from her father.

Where are you off to?

- Let me go. - Where are you going?

- None of your business. - Tell me first.

Idiot! To see Gertrud! - Why so sudden?

She called. She needs my help.

Stay here and let Mother tell you all about me.

If you don't know already!

You must take her away at once.

I can't keep her here. I'm sure you understand.

Of course she's in pain. The anesthetic is wearing off.

I gave her nothing but the usual treatment.

It's absolutely harmless.

The fetus will abort in a few days.

Of course there's some pain, but not like she says.

I think it's her nerves.

- How do you feel? - It was good of you to come.

I have to leave, but it hurts so bad.

You really must go now.

I've done hundreds of operations. Not one has gone wrong.

I'm extremely careful.

I never take the slightest risk.

You must leave now.

If you ask me, she's just being silly.

- Where will we go? - I don't know.

I have no idea.

I can't go home.

You know anywhere else? - I'll call a taxi.

What did she do to you?

She gave me a shot.

The pain was awful at first,

but she gave me a pill and it gradually subsided.

It started up again just as I was leaving.

I'm so scared.

Where should we go? - Yes, where?

The taxi will be here soon.

I know where we can go.

Do you have to whistle that tune?

- Am I bothering you? - No.

You're just driving me insane.

- It's probably Gustav, drunk again. - Let's not open it.

He'll pound the door down. Ask him what he wants.

- What is it? - Gertrud's ill.

I'll be off.

- We've got to get a doctor. - No doctor.

- It would mean the reformatory again. - Why?

Oh, I see. - No doctor.

I don't want to go back there!

What the hell should we do?

Go call an ambulance.

I feel so strange, Berit.

You think it's serious?

I'm so scared!

I think I'm bleeding a lot.

You have to do something.

Is it a lot?

What did she do to you?

What's going on?

Please stay here.

Gösta.

Please come with me.

Look.

Isn't that nice of Joe?

He doesn't even know you.

He said you looked like you needed it.

I told him you were drunk...

but he said you could do with some more.

Was that your girl they took away in the ambulance?

- What was wrong with her? - She's dead!

I'll be damned.

No need to yell at me.

We took care of you, drunk and all.

- I was just feeling down. - Sure.

I'd hardly drunk anything by then.

Joe said you have kind eyes.

I think so too.

But don't yell at me.

When the bowl's full, it overflows.

And when the ship's going down,

you jump ship.

You try to swim ashore.

Swim...

Swim to the South Pacific if need be,

just so you're not pulled down into a whirlpool.

Pulled down, you hear me?

There you have it, Mr. Gösta Andersson.

"Conscience," you say.

No.

Is that a deckhand blubbering astern?

Wiping away his tears, homesick for Mommy.

What goddamned conscience?

You know how old I am?

I'm 29.

Don't believe me, huh?

I can't believe it myself.

You with your red toenails...

have you ever seen a dead person?

Have you ever seen a two-legged, 150-pound swine?

Did anyone ever beg and plead with you to stay...

and you just walked away?

That's happened to me...

but it doesn't affect me...

even though I'm 29.

You see, I have no conscience.

Do you have a conscience?

Answer me! - Stop it!

You can go to hell!

Goddamned conscience!

Damn you!

Open up!

Put him outside, Joe.

Berit!

You may go, Mr. Grunbach. We don't need you any longer.

Thank you, Inspector.

Why didn't she say something?

I wouldn't have minded if she'd had a kid.

But now she's dead.

The Lord gaveth, and the Lord hath taken away.

I always knew my daughter was born for misfortune.

She never gave me any joy. Perhaps it's for the best.

Well, I'll be going.

Thank you all for being so kind.

Miss Holm, if you'll tell us that abortionist's address,

we can all go home.

Do you realize what your silence will mean?

Murderers must be caught, don't you agree?

That abortionist killed your friend, yet you protect the culprit.

I knew a society girl who got pregnant

by a boy who was a bit feebleminded.

Her abortion was arranged by the Board of Health

and done by a world-famous surgeon.

What's that got to do with this?

We who are less well off have to make do the best we can.

Even with these consequences?

Some die, of course.

We take what help we can get.

You hear what she's like!

- Stop being ridiculous. - Now, now.

Wouldn't it have been better if she'd had the child?

I don't know.

Would you have done the same?

Yes.

You slut!

Calm down, Mrs. Holm, or leave the room.

I believe Miss Villander has a proposition for you, Miss Holm.

- Well, that depends. - Indeed.

What is it?

If you give the police the abortionist's address...

we won't let them drag you through the mud in court.

I promise to do all I can to keep you out of it.

You don't believe me?

No. Why should I?

I give you my word.

Help us, Berit. - Why should I help you?

Does anyone have a cigarette?

It's not your attitude that makes me indignant, Miss Holm.

It's your stupidity!

You understand you'll get three years this time? At least.

Or prison. I can't say which.

But it's all the same to you, right? - Right.

- Of course. - We'll let the matter take its course.

Come in, Sister.

Come with me.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

Whatever you want.

Forgive me. I'm a...

What did you say?

I'm sorry.

I'm a swine and a rotten bastard.

Oh, Gösta!

I'm so happy you came.

- Did you miss me? - Yes.

Good...

because I missed you.

Listen.

Let's get away from all this.

We can't do that.

What if they catch us? - They won't.

I'll talk to my buddy. He knows about these things.

I'll do the talking.

- I can speak a little German. - So can I.

- How did it go? - Smooth sailing ahead.

We leave tomorrow morning.

- Is it expensive? - No more than it's worth.

- Are you having second thoughts? - Second thoughts?

What do you mean?

- You're so quiet. - I can't talk all the time.

It feels odd running away.

You've done it before.

I know, but...

- Listen. - Yes?

- I've been thinking. - About what?

Things were a lot worse for us a year ago.

A lot has changed since then, if you think about it.

You mean it's silly to leave?

I didn't say that.

A lot of things still haven't been set right.

Your probation.

Your mom. My job.

All kinds of bother and trouble. That's true.

It all gets to be too much.

But we have each other. We didn't have that before.

- I'm not much to have. - To me you are.

Then things must be all right.

Something tells me it would be foolish to run away.

Not because we'd get caught, but for our own sake.

- You think so too? - You too?

It couldn't be worse for me than for you.

I'm used to it.

I feel like taking on the whole bunch of 'em.

- The social worker too? - Sure, and your mom.

The devil's own grandmother, if need be!

- What is it? - Let's stay.

I feel it in my bones.

Let's stay.

It'll be hard, but it might work.

People like us mustn't give up.

We won't give up!

No.

And it'll be summer soon!