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MUSIC IN DARKNESS

Based on the novel by Dagmar Edqvist

Fire!

Score.

Stand up!

Change!

- I'm not dead. - It's so sad.

- I'm not dead. - Poor Bengt.

I think your brother is coming to, Miss Vyldeke.

No!

Perhaps it's best if I fetch the doctor.

- Blanche? - No, it's me.

Would you like some water?

Why don't you open the blinds?

- Hello, it's the Schr�der residence. - It's probably for me.

- Hello? - Agneta?

- Hello. - Hello, darling.

Where did you go? Why didn't you come back?

My boat just won.

- Right, and you're not here. - Is everyone there?

Yes, the whole gang! Hang on.

Everyone, it's Agneta.

Did you hear? They all say hello. It's a lovely day.

The sea's so darned blue, all those white sails. Can you picture it?

- Yes, I see it all. - Why aren't you here?

Just because your brother...

I can't leave Bengt just yet.

- I'm afraid he might... - How is Bengt, by the way?

Blanche feels pretty blue.

Oh, really.

She's not exactly the nursing kind, self-sacrificing and all that,

but, in her way, she loved him.

- Loved? - She wants to speak to you.

Hello, Agneta.

You probably think it was cowardly to return Bengt's ring.

You did, didn't you?

It was the only outcome for us.

Bengt is so smart. I mean...

He knows how sensitive I am.

He must have understood that I couldn't see him, after it all.

Your time is up.

That was Einar. He sends his regards.

It's your turn, right? Here.

Two thousand. Bravo!

You cheated.

Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?

- I'm just trying to cheer you up. - I don't want pity.

It is...

I know. Everything is unbearable.

Whatever I try to do upsets you.

Bengt!

It is as warm as summer with a clarity in the air...

That only autumn has, Beatrice.

How many see it as a blessing?

- Yes, how many? - Think of what we read in the paper.

Greed brings a man to defile the commandments by embezzling.

And then he takes his life.

It was his life, after all.

Beatrice regards suicide as murder.

It is a crime against life.

- We don't know what he endured. - Everything can be born.

Pain and suffering are part of God's plan.

- Perhaps he was driven by despair? - Despair?

Despair is merely a momentary fit of impatience in the grand scheme.

Well, what is this?

I see Bengt's watch has arrived.

- Is it easy to tell time with? - No.

Yes, it is, Aunt Beatrice.

And today he got a machine for writing braille.

Who should I write to? Myself?

How is practice going?

Bengt hasn't felt up to it today.

After Agneta leaves we'll get on with our lessons.

- Right, Bengt? - Yes.

Augustin will bring the car around as soon as we've had coffee.

Yes, Beatrice.

Do you have everything, Agneta?

I'm so pleased that Bengt is staying. I'm not sure how we'd have managed.

There's nothing wrong with the car, is there?

No, this car is dependable.

It simply has its idiosyncrasies starting up.

Isn't that Ingrid?

How are things at home?

My father has gone home.

Dear child.

Come, tell me about it.

Bengt.

Mr Vyldeke could do it.

Ask him, if you like.

This is Ingrid. Her father requires a funeral service.

But there is no one to play the organ.

- Couldn't you do it? - How could I?

Bengt, it is time to begin.

Bengt.

Roy.

Roy. Come on.

I thought it was the dog and it turns out to be a kitten.

It's only me.

Why is "only me" on all fours?

- I'm wiping the floor. - Yes, of course.

- Sorry, I thought you were finished. - It's nearly done.

Please continue, it doesn't disturb me.

D.

E.

F.

- What is it? - Nothing.

Just that I've returned to the level of a six-year-old.

I can't read.

Do you understand what that means?

All right.

- Wait a moment. - Yes.

- Are you going out? - I'm going to fetch the milk.

- Could I join you? - Yes, we can leave at once.

- Hello. Where did you go? - I was greeting some people I know.

What are you doing now?

Rosehips. They're frost-bitten and delicious.

I was certain that you would like them, Mr Vyldeke.

- What about sloe berries? - You'll have me in the ditch!

I'm sorry. I forgot.

You didn't like those, either?

Good afternoon, Ingrid. Good afternoon, Mr Vyldeke.

I've often thought of calling on you. My name is Kerrman.

- It's the vicar. - So I hear.

That's clever. Have we had the pleasure...

- I heard you at the funeral service. - Yes, you played the organ.

I looked for you afterwards.

- How are you, Ingrid? - Fine, thank you.

Come see me once the will is settled, so we can discuss your future.

Well then, you are welcome to come see me.

If you would like to borrow any books...

Why not? Ingrid reads well.

I hope she reads aloud for you.

We hadn't thought of that.

"Where impenetrable darkness

"shrouded that which I tried to understand.

"That is when love came and released my soul."

- And for those ignored by love? - Don't say that.

"Darkness and silence

"had been my only experience.

"For a time I was tormented

"and beat the wings of my soul

"against the bars that contained me.

"Now I rejoice...

"Now I rejoice in the strong and liberating feeling

"of being able to think, act,

"and reach out for what is above me."

You're laughing at me!

- No, not at you. - Of course you are!

No, I assure you.

Please, Ingrid, continue.

Please, don't.

I'm silly.

Shall we go on?

Do you want to?

Tell me, what was it that sounded foolish?

- Nothing. - I really want to know what it was.

You read the words in a rather loud and monotone fashion.

- How should you read, then? - Like you talk.

- You can't do that. - Try.

There was one thing here that I liked awfully much.

Here it is.

"It is no longer so,

"that only one class has access

"to the paradise which is knowledge. Its doors...

"Its doors stand open

"to the poorest inhabitants of the streets and alleys."

- Isn't that beautiful? - Is it true, though?

I want it to be true.

- She doesn't want us to go on. - We'll continue tomorrow then.

I'd love to.

The candle.

- It went out. - Hold my hand. I'll lead the way.

It smells of lavender.

It's from Mrs Schr�der's linen cupboard.

The acute sense of smell I had as a child is returning.

The fact is that I recognise people by their smell.

- Do I smell good? - Yes, little calf, like sweet milk.

- Thanks for a pleasant evening. - Thank you.

- So, you read for quite some time. - We have permission to do so.

We are going to read many books.

No good will come of that.

You come from peasant stock

and you are as good as city folk.

They may be gentry, but that doesn't make them...

Have you become vain and proud already, girl?

No, I'm only checking if I can feel my freckles when I do this.

Mad.

"Access to the paradise which is knowledge.

"A right which the state recognises as universal

"is the right to book learning."

Book learning, that's what I want.

No longer having to stammer, or to be ashamed.

Get up, Ingrid. It's late!

Are you out of your mind stripping naked like that to wash?

That's how it should be done.

Louise, may I have a fiver in advance?

What's it for?

I was thinking of buying a soap that smells nice,

of eau de cologne!

Send over five kilos of flour and two tins of anchovies.

- I brought you some tea. - Thank you.

"Thank you for a pleasant evening."

- Ingrid? - Yes.

- Did you write this? - Yes.

How on earth could you do that?

I noticed how you did it.

Gracious!

I've been doing this for months and found it difficult

and you learned it in five minutes.

I don't really know how.

I could only use the keys with printed letters.

It was kind of you, anyway.

Thank you, little calf.

Calves do that all the time.

They did that at home, when I went out to them in the morning.

They have such funny, rough tongues.

To: The Principal of The Royal Musical Academy

- Is there any money enclosed? - No, it's just an application.

- If only I stood a chance of being accepted. - Sure.

You play so beautifully, sir.

I get chills up and down my spine when I listen.

No, try it again.

No, no. Lightly, but not staccato.

And don't draw out the notes.

- I can't do better. - Yes, you can. Once more.

I figured some coffee might be nice.

That's precisely what we need!

Remarkable how that girl has grown up.

- Don't you find her accommodating? - Yes, she is sweet.

- You need a wife to look after you. - Look after me? Thank you.

So I could marry the little wench?

Shame on you! You could do worse. Besides, she may not want you.

So my last resort doesn't exist.

ROYAL MUSIC ACADEMY

Pianist required for restaurant. Apply at the Ritz Hotel.

I'm Vyldeke. You require a pianist.

God, you're an early bird!

Take the towel!

Bring me a cold beer. Make sure it's cold!

It was both late and great last night. Sit at the piano, so I can hear.

- Where is the piano? - "Where is the piano?"

Are you drunk or pulling my leg?

Can't you see that I'm blind?

If you had my hangover,

then you'd see that you don't notice much.

So, let me hear something.

- What should I play? - Play something pretty.

No, something pretty I said, not that noise!

Yes, that's nice. That's what Klasson says.

He's my violinist.

Not my taste, exactly.

I know what my customers want.

We're a first-class restaurant, Mr...

- Vyldeke. - That's it.

I hire the musicians myself

so the customers get what they want.

Is this what they want?

Right!

It's good you're familiar with the black music scene, for dance nights.

I'm more a fan of Grandfather is Waltzing.

It's not exactly what I had in mind.

But you never know, the ladies might be interested.

Tell me, Mr Vildenberger or whatever, what are your terms?

The usual.

- 400 a month? - Yes.

Free food. Everything is first class. One beer a day.

But lodgings are your responsibility. I can help you find some, though.

- And wear a dinner jacket! - Not in the morning?

- Why not? - I'm not being employed as a waiter.

Did you hear? "I'm not a waiter." Musicians are so cocky.

He's been around, I can tell.

What's wrong with wearing a dinner jacket in the morning?

- It's not classy. - We'll talk about that later.

- Are you going to sign the contract? - Yes, certainly.

A letter!

- Don't you want me to read it? - Yes, please.

What are you doing?

"Mi... Mi..."

- What's written here? "Mira..." - Miramar.

"My dear Bengt, thank you for your welcome letter.

"It pleases us that you are well

"and have a kind boy to help you.

"It is quiet and empty here at Mir..."

At that bloody place!

"Now that only us old folks are here since you are gone

"and little Ingrid is studying for her O levels.

"However, Augustin and I have one another."

"And even old age and solitude

"have their beauty

"when one yields to the grand plan."

- "The grand plan." What rubbish! - Shut up and go on!

"With many, many, warm regards

"your devoted old friend, Beatrice Schr�der."

We need to hurry to the restaurant.

- Bloody door! - Hey, calm down.

Welcome to our establishment. Please enjoy yourselves.

- You look ridiculous in that jumper! - Yes, sir.

I'm trying to make the place stylish and modern

and here you are looking like an old sausage on sale.

- You have no sense of humour, Klasson. - No, I know.

- Ave Maria. - I haven't got the notes.

Not only do I look ridiculous,

I have to play with a bloody amateur!

Can't we play decent music?

We'll get the sack at once.

He's coming. The Maiden's Prayer.

- He's not allowed in there. - Where should he eat?

His mother works and his father isn't interested.

Hj�rdis, you have a sense of humour.

Anything exciting in the paper today?

No. Not a thing.

Eat more, Mr Vyldeke. People could prick themselves on you.

Have you pricked yourself, Hj�rdis?

Miss Hj�rdis to you, if you please.

Damned Paganini!

Be nice to Hj�rdis or she'll be a terror.

Why do you all hate each other in this place?

It's the owner's fault.

Everything is poisoned around him. He's the Devil.

You're obsessed.

He's like a hippo, but at least he's not easily hurt.

What if you wanted to hurt him?

If you would give your eternal soul to hurt him

for the times he's stepped on you, spat on you

but you can't, and nothing penetrates that hippo hide of his.

Something breaks inside of you.

But what is this? We can't stay here.

What a woman!

- Let's have lunch, at least. - Absolutely not.

There's got to be something better than this.

Let's go.

As you wish.

Hair like an angel. Dyed, of course.

No.

It wasn't.

How do you know that?

Can you lend me a tenner?

Don't give me a bloody fiver.

I have tens from the post office.

- You have five fivers. You're wrong. - Not at all.

Someone must be stealing from me.

I'm going to the police.

It's the owner. We're his slaves, we have to take it.

- I'm not taking this. - Just remember one thing.

It is better to be deceived out of malice than out of pity.

I wanted to see if you needed anything.

How long have you been switching bills?

It wasn't me.

- How could you tell? - You goddamn cheat!

No! Help! Let me go!

Help me! Help!

Are you out of your mind?

Look at his clothes! And he has a black eye, too!

Go on, give him one! Give him one!

Yes, that's good.

The police will find out about this.

It will cost you, bloody toff!

- He's been stealing money from me. - You're lying!

- He just confessed. - Only because I was scared.

- He can't prove it. - Shut up, fool!

There you have it.

He hasn't stolen anything. Have you, Evert?

- No. Help me, Mamma! - Okay, okay. Come on.

You'll be hearing from us.

Shut up! Quiet, you bloody brat!

Well, my dear Vyldeke, this is unfortunate.

- Very unfortunate. - Yes, it is.

- The boy's mother is quite upset. - I noticed that.

But if I put in a good word,

perhaps she'll accept an apology.

- Should I apologise? - Wouldn't that be to your advantage?

So one could dismiss it as an unfortunate accident.

The whole business was artfully planned.

- Or so you claim. - And that is the entire issue.

Have you got proof? Who says you didn't switch the notes?

- It's your word against Evert's. - Who is most credible?

That's what you say.

- What about their charge? - That we fought?

That boy's begging for punishment.

That's not the worst of it.

Can't you picture how that poor mother felt

when she saw you grappling with her son?

His clothes all torn. That's criminal.

It was hardly that disturbing.

You talk as if I had attacked a young lady.

I see.

So that's what the lot of you have cooked up!

A thrashing is what you deserve.

It is good that you listen to reason.

There you are.

The one accusation is as good as the other.

It doesn't matter that one is true and the other false?

Not in the least! Bye-bye.

It's almost time to go down and play.

- Shall I help you or call Evert? - I'm not going there anymore.

Interesting information.

What about that little contract then?

The one we signed last week?

- I'll be there. - That's good.

Bye-bye.

"In those days, when Nils Holgersson

"flew with the wild geese

"there was a mallard duck

"at the lake.

"He was a young bird

"that had only lived one summer

"one autumn, and one winter.

"Now it was his first spring.

"He had recently returned from North Africa

"and had reached the lake so early

"that there was still ice on its surface."

Hi.

Hello, Vyldeke. It's Hedstr�m, the music director.

- Hello. - Continue, I just have a question.

- Why did you come to the school? - To be a piano tuner.

I heard you just now, you're a musician.

The Academy doesn't agree, and I'm fed up with supper clubs.

I'd rather be poor than play at restaurants.

I teach a course for church musicians.

- What would that lead to? - You take an organist's exam.

And you can work in a small parish.

Not too many people.

A place that's easy to get around, a job that's familiar.

Isn't it dishonest to choose such a profession?

- Why? - I'm not religious.

When the priest is pious, the organist is an atheist. And vice versa.

- When does it start? - You can start at once.

And don't be satisfied with the secondary exam, aim higher.

- What do you say? - I can't.

I just want to exist, nothing more.

You have no right to such modesty.

The blind community needs you.

Your example will state their case.

I can't. I don't want to. Don't badger me!

All right.

It's such a tiny place that when Sylvia writes at the table

I'm on my knees by the dresser!

Ingrid!

Bengt!

These are two friends of mine.

- Larsson. - Nord.

- Vyldeke. - We took our O levels together.

Now they're studying for A levels.

- In our free time. - A correspondence course.

- It's difficult, isn't it? - The language is a little tricky.

You're at the School for the Blind?

Yes.

Forgive me for butting in.

- Perhaps I'm interrupting? - No, not at all.

I was just so surprised.

- I must get off to the paper. - Me, too.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Bye, then. - Bye.

- I recognise this. - It's the same old coat.

May I hold you by the shoulder?

How could you recognise me?

I recognised your voice as if I'd seen a familiar face in sunshine.

I was so terribly pleased.

- Weren't you pleased? - Yes, of course.

No, you weren't.

Are you upset because I scared off your beaux?

I could have left with them.

What is it, then? And why didn't you answer my letters?

It sounds silly.

It was partly because I didn't know how to address you.

It's easy for you to think I was idiotic.

It wasn't easy for me to call you Bengt

but I had to in front of them.

I'd always said Mr Vyldeke, you see.

- Dear little Ingrid... - I'm no dear, and I'm not little!

I don't want people calling me "little wench" behind my back!

- I never did that. - You did!

I'll stick to my own kind.

Ingrid! Ingrid! Wait a moment and listen to me, too.

Whatever I did,

isn't it revenge enough to contemplate our present situation?

What do you mean by "present"?

You're on your way up the social ladder, I'm going down.

- You'll soon be a teacher... - Yes.

...with a fine position in society.

I'm a piano tuner, a caf� musician or something like that.

Bengt, please stop.

I feel bad when you put it like that.

It is best to learn to accept the truth.

It won't be the truth about you.

No, perhaps not the whole truth, I hope.

- Ingrid. - Yes.

If you knew what a sweet person, what a real person you are

then no one could hurt you, me or anyone else, however we behaved.

- It's raining. - It has been for a while.

What shall we do?

I live nearby if you'd like to come up.

It's a well-run house, so you needn't worry.

I'm curious, what's the colour of the wallpaper?

Somewhere between oats and pea soup, it's hard to tell.

Lucky they're not tobacco-brown.

Do you recall the Schr�der's kitchen, when we read?

Lord, I was scared!

- Lord, you preached at me! - Shame on you.

And, Lord, I've longed to hear you again.

I would love to read for you, Bengt.

- I'm sure you have a lot to do. - We can swap services.

I almost wasn't accepted at school because I couldn't play the piano.

I can teach you that.

You could help the boys and me.

- I could? - Yes, with language.

- Will you? - Yes.

We unfortunates should stick together. That's what Ebbe says.

You are kind of poor, right?

Great! Then we're at the same level.

I've longed for someone to be myself with.

- And I. - No. You haven't missed me at all.

I just noticed that with sorrow.

Ingrid, what do you look like now?

- Do you mind if I touch you? - Not at all.

I have a straight back.

My shoulder blades don't stick out like before.

I think the little girl has gone and grown up.

- And she's very pretty. - You think so?

You never thought so before.

- You didn't even notice me. - I always noticed you.

I found that out afterwards.

- Ingrid... - Bengt, don't.

- Are you afraid of me? - No, it's not that. I must go.

- I hope we'll meet again. - We've agreed to meet again.

- Good night, sleep well. - Good night.

- You won't get it clean. - I thought you weren't coming.

- We had a lot to talk about. - You must have.

You haven't mentioned him before.

It was at the Schr�ders, a long time ago.

Poor bastard! He'd be better off dead.

He plays very well.

He'd like to help you with your French, by the way.

"Cosine alpha minus cosine beta

"is equal to minus two times sine alpha minus beta

"divided by two.

"Two times sine alpha minus beta divided by two.

"Cosine alpha..."

It's me, Vyldeke.

Do you feel like talking? I can't sleep.

Neither can I.

It's so hard to get used to this,

no difference between day and night.

It's hard, but you get used to it.

You do? Do you believe that yourself?

No, I guess you're right. You never get used to it.

Just the thought that it'll never be light again.

And never dark.

- Never dark, you say? - No.

Light and dark, those words have no meaning anymore.

So, "all cats are grey in the dark" describes our lives.

Something like that.

You learn to bind brushes

although your hands long to hold a sledgehammer.

Yes, it's tough.

That's not the worst of it,

not even being as poor as a church mouse.

What is the worst of it then?

Being separated from Elsie.

- Is that your fianc�e? - No, my wife.

We're newlyweds, you see.

We're newlyweds!

And then this goes and happens!

What should I do?

What are you complaining about?

You've got a wife to go home to.

Think of the rest of us.

If Elsie can stand waiting for me.

You see, Elsie,

she's so cheerful and spirited.

- I can't even write to her. - I'll help you.

Yes, but I can't read her letters!

I have two here.

It drives me crazy!

We can get help from the school.

You don't know Elsie.

You think it's suitable for a teacher to read these?

I think she sent a photograph with the last letter.

This can't be anything else.

- What's that? - A picture of the future.

- You shouldn't joke about serious matters. - Are you the serious matter?

I'm not joking, you'll be a great man.

- This is not about me personally. - I mean what you mean.

You will achieve great things.

Ingrid.

You're hurting me!

- My, have you turned delicate? - Of course not.

- You think I'm a roughneck. - No.

I'd just like to be alone tonight.

Don't you ever want to be alone?

No, not to be apart from you.

Don't think I have any secrets.

- Haven't you? - No. I don't know.

- Something to do with that man? - Do you have to act like that?

So, the subject's off limits? You're behaving badly. Very.

All right, we'll drop the subject.

No. I need to be on my own.

You're always getting ideas in your head.

- You're not angry, are you? - No, I guess you can't help it.

You're sweet.

It's time to get moving.

Allow me, you needn't wait on us.

I'm sorry. I forgot my courtly manners.

Would it disturb you if I tickled the ivories?

I've been practising for months, and it's still terrible.

Not at all. Do it once more and you'll hear.

Damn, you get stiff muscles from all this sitting around!

- Ebbe needs to chop down a tree. - Start with the potted palm.

- How about some arm-wrestling? - All right.

Go.

Watch the furniture!

- That's a woodsman for you. - You certainly trounced me.

- Thanks, we'll be going. - The woman accompanies the victor.

Why did you say that?

It's a joke, can't you tell?

Ingrid is sensitive to tone lately.

Be careful around blind people. They suddenly see through things.

What's going on?

This is getting dramatic.

Damned if I understand your ways.

- Ebbe. - Don't bother!

Get out, both of you.

As you wish, I'd be glad to.

- Have you seen my other shoe? - No.

You're lucky you invited Ebbe.

Anton steps on your feet.

Where the heck is that shoe?

What will you do if the principal asks you to dance?

- Hello there. Wake up! - What?

- You think he'll come? - Sure.

- Are there enough sandwiches? - I made at least a hundred.

You're such a scatterbrain. You're wearing my shoe!

Oh, my goodness.

- You'll be a professor in no time. - I'm off now.

I'm taking a detour.

- Weren't we going together? - Yes, later on.

- Bengt! - Hello.

- How are you? - Fine.

- Still friends? - Of course.

Sorry I was so touchy last time.

- Isn't your dance today? - Yes, I'm on my way.

But I wanted you to see me first.

You smell good.

Are you dressed up?

- New dress? What colour is it? - Blue.

- Like forget-me-nots? - No, like harebells.

And then I have daisies in my hair.

- I expect you think I'm silly. - I expect you look beautiful.

I wish that...

Would you like to come along?

No, you know I can't.

You'd be the best dancer there.

I won't disillusion you.

But I can accompany you a little way.

Bengt, why were you so nasty to us last time?

Rivals aren't fond of each other.

- Ebbe doesn't see you as a... - As a rival, no.

It would wound his pride as a healthy, strong man.

- That's unfair. - Possibly. Ebbe is not just Ebbe.

He's sighted, which makes me inferior.

- But you're not. - Yes, I am.

Ebbe's never had a sleepless night.

What do you know about that? His father was imprisoned for murder.

He had to support his family.

Point for Ebbe again.

Anyhow, what is gained by discussing it?

I was right about the relationship between the two of you, wasn't I?

Yes.

Ingrid.

- Hello. - Hello there.

I was hoping you'd be here.

Hey, there's a really good concert on the radio this evening.

- Couldn't we listen to it together? - No, I don't have time.

- Haven't got time? - No, Elsie's coming tonight.

Oh, she is. That's really nice.

- Come to the station and say hello. - No, I can't.

Yes, you can! We can have a pleasant evening together.

- No. - Of course you can! Come with me.

All right.

- I don't see why I should come. - Quiet!

The train has arrived.

Watch out!

- What is it? - I thought I heard someone cry out.

- You seem strange. - Everything is strange tonight.

Look where you're going!

Follow me.

Where are you going?

Jesus, a rat!

Why can't he empty them in time!

This is a pigsty!

What do you want? Don't just stand there, get out!

I can't bear it any longer.

Bengt.

- I've looked so for you. - Ingrid.

I had this feeling that you'd lost your way, and I couldn't find you.

I thought I'd never find you again.

What do you mean by running off like that?

Watch your tone of voice. Ingrid is not your property.

- This concerns only Ingrid and me. - It definitely concerns me, too.

Bengt!

Thanks. That's the first time you've treated me as a normal person.

But no one can come between Ingrid and me now.

- You mean we cannot get married? - Yes.

I most strongly advise you not to follow such a senseless course.

You can prevent marriage until Ingrid is of age,

but we could live together.

I know a way of making sure that doesn't happen.

If you're the decent man I believe you to be.

How? By threatening us with eternal damnation?

This is hardly pleasant for me.

I hope you realise that.

But as Ingrid's guardian, it is my duty to do what is best for her.

Now I implore you, don't take advantage of the girl.

Let her finish her education. You're doing her a disservice if you don't.

- No. - Then she can choose for herself.

- I already have. - Perhaps the vicar's right.

I'm not a child, I know what I'm doing.

Dear child, I've seen far too many hasty marriages.

I don't want you to become a worn-out housewife

in an unhappy home.

We wouldn't be unhappy. Only when we're separated.

Isn't that true?

Try to look at this rationally. When can you qualify and get a position?

In three years.

- How would you manage until then? - I have a scholarship.

I have a pension and a grant.

Do you think this sounds promising?

We're better off together.

Your problems are not solved by an exam.

- You have to get a position. - Of course.

I know the council and the parishioners.

People are not charitable

when trying to place someone with a handicap.

So, I'm wrong to seek education?

No, of course not.

I simply shouldn't expect anything to come of it.

In all of Sweden there is only one blind church organist.

So, education means nothing,

we will be shut out of the real world.

- I never said that. - I have the right to do my best.

Of course. You are obligated to do so.

Then I should be allowed to fight for what I want, for Ingrid.

- Are we back to that again? - Yes, we are.

Please, don't be annoyed.

We're serious, we want to get married.

- You refuse to take my advice? - Yes.

Well then, the bans will be posted on Sunday.

No, no. It has to be clean.

Augustin, what's wrong with the flag?

How odd, it's never happened before!

- I can't understand. - Someone must climb the pole!

Thank God he fixed it. I hope it's not a bad sign.

- If it gets off to a bad start... - How about being nice?

Well, one's not always inclined.

Isn't it nice of the Schr�ders to do this for us?

Did you say nice?

I respected you for becoming a teacher.

I'm going to continue my studies.

Not when you've messed things up like this.

- I haven't messed anything up. - What?

- Aren't you pregnant? - No.

Why are you getting married, then?

The flag is stuck at half-mast, Louise thinks I'm pregnant.

- I bet the cake will be ruined, too. - Hey, listen to me.

Let's just leave.

We'll elope in Augustin's car.

And you'll be my cherished lover for the next 80 years.

You think we'll be welcomed as organists in the country?

- We fought so hard to get married. - That's true.

- We won over the vicar. - Yes.

- That's why I'm a bit afraid of him. - Afraid?

He'll quietly say to me,

"Do you know what you're doing? Stealing Ingrid's real life."

No.

I, Bengt Vyldeke

take you, Ingrid Maria Olofsson

as my lawfully wedded wife

to love in sickness and in health.

And as a symbol of our love

I give you this ring.

I, Ingrid Maria Olofsson

take you, Bengt Vyldeke

as my lawfully wedded husband

to love in sickness and in health.

And as a symbol of our love

I accept this ring.

Do you want to call it off?

It's too late.

The train has already left the station.

- Do you hear the wheels singing? - I mostly hear your heart.

Bengt!

Has it dawned on you that we're going away together?

- Yes. And this is no ordinary train. - No.

We're flying.