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THOSE HALF HIDDEN

In the 17th and 18th centuries, family portraits were in fashion.

In these paintings, the man sits with his wife in his home-

-surrounded by his children.

The children were always depicted as small, grave-faced adults.

Like their parents, they stare out of the paintings at the viewer.

But we see other children there, too.

Children who have turned their backs on us, who stand half hidden-

-or who have their faces and bodies obscured.

Child mortality was high-

-and the portraits depicted the entire family.

Those who were given life...

...and those who were not.

These are the dead children.

Part 2

This story is like one such painting.

This is the story of those who were given life-

-and this is the story of those who were not.

The half hidden...

The turned away...

Those who peer from out of the shadows.

Oh my God! How dreadful - the number dead has now reached twelve.

Is that about the fire in Trollhättan?

It's so horrible. It s so horrible I can't believe how horrible it is.

Happy birthday to you happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday, dear Linus happy birthday to you!

Here, I can take it. - Liam, remove the boat.

Careful! Put it up there.

Happy birthday! Were you really asleep?

Of course I was. How nice you made this look!

-If you don't want that, I'll take it. -Cut it out! You already ate one.

Here!

-Where's Mom? -Sleeping. She said she was tired.

-We tried hard to wake her up, but... -Ah, it's okay.

Wow! Thank you!

It's sealed in case you want to exchange it.

Why would I? I love it!

-Where'd you get the money for it? -It was nothing.

43 59 92...

Hi, Mother dear! How are you doing today?

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that!

No, I haven't seen the newspapers.

Last week...? Here it is, yes.

Yes, it's nearby.

BOY SAW MOTHER DROWN

What a nightmare! But I have no time to talk now, Mother.

I must get to work, on the double.

Yes, I'll do that. Yes.

A big hug, Mother. - Good heavens...!

I know where Liam got the money. For the present, I mean.

-Where? -He used all the money he had.

Hallo! What are you doing in there? I'm running late.

-Sorry, I felt sick again. -Did you vomit? Oh God, it stinks!

How do you expect me to brush my teeth in here now?

I threw up yesterday, too.

-Think it's some bug going around? -I wouldn't say it's contagious, darling.

What's that supposed to mean? Gotta run. Time is money!

I'm going to throw you a kiss. Better safe than sorry.

See you this evening!

-Could you call Mom, for a little chat? -Sure.

Damn it!

-What happened? -It was in first gear.

Eva, for Chris sake! You parked it in first gear!

-Oh, damn it anyway! -I'm sorry.

Look for yourself! The light is smashed, the garage door and the car are dented.

-You're such an idiot, Eva! -I didn't mean to.

-I get so tired of you! -I told you, I'm sorry.

Don't just stand there, go inside and vomit or something!

Damn it anyway!

Come on, Liam, we'll walk you partway to school.

-Where are you going? -To something called school.

Must you use that tone of voice so early in the morning?

Sorry. We're going now, anyway.

-Bye, Mom. -Good bye.

You could've at least said "happy birthday".

What the... That's right! Damn it!

Damn it anyway!

-Don't let her bother you. -I'm not.

David, your cell phone's ringing upstairs!

-H-h-hello. -Is this David? This is Birk.

-Hi. -How are you doing today?

I-I-I'm fine.

Oh shit! Damn it anyway! My papers!

Son of a bitch!

What do we have here?

It's just me. I forgot my papers. What now...?

-Where are my papers? - Eva! -What are you doing back?

-Damn it, where are my papers? -I cleared the table. What papers?

Just the marketing plan I've been working on for two weeks!

-Do you realize what a rush I'm in? -I may've thrown them out.

-You threw out my plan? -I'm not really feeling well...

You threw my marketing plan in the trash can...

Damn it anyway! There are grease spots on my marketing plan!

Please don't yell. I don't feel well.

How do you think I feel, you stupid cow?

Boys, your father is here now. Boys!

Can't you run out to greet him?

-No? -Yes...Yes, I want to!

Yes, do that, Ragnar. What are you waiting for?

Ragnar.

Are you scared?

Huh? You shouldn't be. Come to me now. Come come!

You of little faith, why do you doubt?

You're starting to make your father sad, Ragnar.

-Don't you want to welcome him home? -I think maybe he's just timid.

Timid? With his own father?

I find that hard to believe. - Ragnar...

My precious boy.

My poor, poor precious boy.

Elsie...

Erik, I...

Thank you so much for looking after the children.

It was the least I could do.

Dad!

-Hello, Dad! -My boys...

My favorite part is when Legolas bets Gimli that he can kill the most Uruk-hai.

You have to run or you'll miss your bus.

What? Aragorn's not nearly as good looking. Legolas is a real hunk.

No, it was just my mom listening.

And I think Frodo is really cute, too.

I know it's corny, but I do! Wait just sec!

-Goodbye! -Bye!

-Who was that? -I don't know. A friend.

Yes, I realize it was a friend. But who was it?

Don't look at me. I don't know.

Shall we now say grace as we always do?

Come Lord Jesus, be our guest

And let these gifts to us be blest.

Amen.

It looks wonderful now!

It's not as big as Calle's and your place, but...

But you wouldn't want that many rooms.

Oh, it's adorable! It's perfect for you two.

How pretty this looks, hanging here.

I have to go now - in case a classmate's on the bus.

I'm boarding now. I'll call you later.

-Okay. Kisses. -Kisses.

I want you to know something, Ragnar.

-What? -I don't hold you responsible.

I want you to know that. I don't hold you responsible.

-Hi, Linus! Happy birthday! -Oh, thanks.

-Did you just get here? -Yeah. Couldn't face two hours of math.

-Get anything cool? -Vice City from Liam.

-My mom forgot. -Your birthday?

She was sleeping.

I'd like to return this.

-Do you want to exchange it? -Could I have the money back instead?

-Yes, sure. -The money, then, thank you.

-The GTA series is awesome. -Have you looked at it yet?

I will tonight. Wanna come over?

-Sure. -E-e-excuse me...

Shut up, Jew, when the master race is speaking!

-I need to... -Got your wallet on you?

-Is this all you got? -Happy birthday!

-Thanks! Nice of you. -It was nothing.

C-c-could I get to my locker now?

A-a-aren't you forgetting something?

C-c-could I please get to my locker?

How pathetic can you get!

So sorry!

-Hello! -Hello, Marta.

-I've brought you some food. -How nice. That was nice.

How nice the table looks! Expecting company?

I was thinking...I just made fresh coffee, if you'd care for some.

Thank you, Marta dear. But I don't have time. We're two men short today.

It'll have to be another time. I'm really sorry, Marta.

It's not important.

I understand very well how difficult your job is.

I understand that very well.

I merely set the table... It doesn't matter.

I'll be back this afternoon with your medication and to see how you are.

This afternoon? Well...

That should be fine. I don't believe I have anything scheduled then.

Thank you, Marta.

I'm the one who should say thank you.

I'm the one who should say thank you.

I'm the one who should say thank you.

Are you sure you can manage now?

You've already done more than your share. You must take care of Gunnar.

-He can manage on his own. -I'll see you in church on Sunday.

-Will you be up to it? -They're going to ring chimes for Berit.

-But after what Ragnar's been through.. -We'll all be there.

Listen now everybody...

Oh, Kristoffer found his way here, too!

Then I'll make a note of "absence without due cause".

Unless you have a better idea, Kristoffer. No?

In view of the tragic event that took place in Trollhättan it's been decided-

-that we are to observe a moment of silence for those who died in the fire.

Would everyone please stand up.

Oh, shit!

Thank you for showing your respect. You may now be seated.

Yes, Emma?

I just want to say I think it was terrible, those kids dying. It could've been us.

They didn't get to live their lives.

-Shut up! Show a little respect! -Let's not get into a discussion now.

Katja, don't let Kristoffer provoke you.

Please take out Swedish Literary History and turn to Page 125.

Karin Boye.

-Abbe. Abbe! -Not now.

Hi. Sorry I'm late. - I'm Abbe.

It was Eva who had...no matter. Shall we get started?

We're done. You're an hour late, we couldn't just sit here and do nothing.

-Didn't Eva call and tell you? -We approved Jonsson's application.

-"We"? - you're the only one here! -We. The company.

That's one person! You can't just hire someone without first consulting...

-Didn't Eva call to say I was on my way? -I'm afraid I have to go now.

-But thank you! -It's great to have you on board!

I'm sure Abbe will be satisfied once he gets a chance to calm down.

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-Why didn't you call and say I'd be late! -You didn't ask me to, darling.

Can't you think for yourself? It was all your fault that I was late!

Karin Boye was a homosexual.

We see indications of this in several of her poems.

For example, in "Yes, of course, it hurts when buds are breaking".

Could someone read the poem on Page 134?

-Katja, could you? -What page?

Page 134.

"You shall thank your gods if they force you to go"

"where you have no footsteps to trust to"

"You shall thank your gods if all shame on you they pin"

"You must seek refuge a little further in"

"What the whole world condemns sometimes manages quite well"

"Outlaws were many who gained their own souls"

Does anyone want to comment?

-Kristoffer. -I just have one question.

Why should we hear such trash from a perverse sub-human?

No undemocratic language in this classroom!

How democratic is that? You hypocrite!

Leave this classroom immediately, you two!

I'll speak with you about this later.

Heil!

They're sick...

-Cheers! -Cheers!

Dad...

I just wanted to say something...

It's... This...

There's an Easter retreat at our parish youth center up in Idre.

-Mom had promised we could... -She wouldn't have without asking me.

-But she did. -There'll be Bible studies...

At a time like this, are you thinking about going skiing?

No, Dad.

It was dreadful, that poor boy who saw his mother drown.

-They were a Christian family, too. -God certainly didn't protect them!

-We went walking on the ice that day. -How lucky it wasn't you two!

Ah, I'm going to have another cookie!

You see, I think I'm eating for two... or whatever it is you say.

-Are you...? That's wonderful! -I think so, but I'm not positive.

Then it's even better you two didn't fall through that ice!

-Right? -Yes...

Last time we tried to keep quiet about it, but what good did that do?

So I told myself this time I'm going to enjoy every moment of it while it lasts.

-And you should. -As far as keeping quiet...

You know how Abbe is!

Come with me! I want to show you something.

Abbe couldn't wait last time. He bought everything.

He really untied the purse strings.

Then, did he ever lock this door tight.

I want to show you something.

Yes, hello. - Henrik, it's for you. Henrik!

-Hello, this is Henrik. -This is Axel, from the youth group.

I was just wondering how all of you are doing.

We're okay.

I pray for Berit every day. I'm positive that she is doing fine where she is now.

Yes...

And I pray for you, too, Henrik. Every day.

And you are always in my thoughts. Always.

I'm thinking of you and praying for you.

And I just want to tell you that if you and Lennart still want to go to Idre...

-Dad won't let us go. -I see. If that's true...

-I just wanted you to know that... -Dad says we can't afford it.

-I have to go now. -I understand. Bye.

-Who called? -It was nothing.

-Was it Axel? -No. I mean, yes.

-Excuse me, Gideon... -Axel? What's on your mind?

I was thinking about the Easter retreat... About Henrik and Lennart Paulsson...

-I could pay their fees. -That's incredibly generous of you, Axel.

After what they went through, I think Jesus would want that.

What...? Marta!

Why are you sitting here?

I don't know who to call.

I don't know who to call.

Marta, do you want to call someone?

Look at this!

They're all dead!

Lennart, would you please come down to the living room a moment?

I've asked Henrik and Ragnar to be present as well.

Marta, you have your children.

Yes...it's true, I do.

I got this from Calle, my oldest son-

-so I'd be able to call him. He's such a nice lad.

But I don't know how to turn it on!

Marta... Here, let me show you.

Here...There...

That's the "on" button...there.

Oh, I see. Thank you.

Abbe gave this to me last time. After my miscarriage.

-A little pig. -A little piggy. I like to call him Pelle.

Our first child. The one who didn't get to come.

-Was it a late miscarriage? -I was pretty far along.

Abbe was away, on a business trip.

I just thought I had an upset stomach.

Then out it came, when I was sitting on the toilet. It just lay there in the bowl...

No!

Little Pelle.

My darling...

Now then...

I wanted us to meet here like this for a short prayer-

-and also for the chance to talk about what happened.

I can just imagine how horrible it must have been for you these last days-

-and how you must have wondered what God had in mind-

-by calling your mother home like this, in the middle of her lifework.

We must keep two things in mind.

We don't know what God knows. We don't have God's perspective.

We think we know, but we don't.

That's why we should thank God for Mother.

Thank him for letting us have her with us.

So I would like for us to pray together.

Thank you, Lord, for always being here with us.

Thank you for our always being able to have trust in you, your wisdom, advice.

Thank you for helping us see our arrogance. Help us surrender to you.

Help us to submit ourselves to your will. Help us, Lord!

And thank you, Lord. Thank you for Mother Berit, my beloved wife.

Thank you for her life here and for her now being with you.

Thank you, Lord! Thank you, dear Jesus Christ!

How the hell can you thank him for killing Mom?!

Thank you, dear Jesus Christ! You are the power, you are the glory.

You who saw us before we were born, who measured out our days on earth.

Your will be done, not ours!

It's your fault.

I'm sure you realize that.

It's your fault that I drowned.

Look at him.

Look at how he's struggling.

You've made your father sad.

Forgive me, Jesus Christ. Forgive me!

It won't help to pray for forgiveness. No one will ever forgive you anyway.

Jesus Christ...

Amen.

Thank you for staying here and praying with me, Ragnar.

-We must be strong. Promise me. -Yes, Dad.

-Hi! Where's Mom? -Out somewhere.

Hang on, I'm gonna show you the game.

-Nice boat. Is it finished? -Watch out for the mast, it's fragile.

Liam! Have you seen the game you gave me?

-No. You had it on the table. -It's not there.

-Jojje, have you seen Linus' game? -No.

-What are you poking around for? -Can't find the game Liam gave me.

Linus dear, I'm now going to make loin of smoked pork, your favorite dish!

Have you seen the game?

Then, an ice cream cake to celebrate your birthday.

I haven't seen any game... What game?

Am I disturbing you?

How was school today?

-Who's this person Birk? -What do you mean?

I must mean Birk, obviously.

Have you been snooping through my things? You're really twisted!

You nosy bitch!

Is that him there on the wall? He's the one you talk to on the phone, isn't he?

You're really twisted!

Erik Paulsson speaking.

Hello, Gideon. How are you?

Yes, thank you. You know how it is.

Really? I see.

I see.

That's extremely generous, but...

It's out of the question, I'm afraid. No.

If the parish really wants to give away money, our missionary work needs it.

Yes. No, there's nothing to discuss, I'm afraid.

No. Good bye.

-I just don't get it. -No one could've swiped it.

-Let me help you. What's missing? -A game. GTA Vice City.

GTA Vice City... Okay, when did you last see it?

Why are games are always so violent?

You could play - I don't know - soccer games, hockey, golf or something.

What's wrong? What are you staring at?

Cut it out!

Are we gonna hunt for that stupid game or not?

To hell with it then! I'll cook dinner instead.

-Hi. It's me. How are you? -Fine, thanks.

M-m-mom and Dad have started asking me who you are.

-What did you tell them? -I walked out.

-So you didn't tell them? -What?

-Who I am. -What would I say?

Do you want to meet me?

-Does it taste okay, Kristoffer? -Not bad.

It's Linus' very favorite dish - isn't it, Linus?

Come on, don't sulk!

-Just think - you're 15 now! -16.

-My dear son's old enough for a moped! -Cut it out, Mom.

-That stupid game'll show up eventually! -Sure.

Would you guys stop this! We're celebrating a birthday, for Chris sake!

Can't we be a bit cheerful?

Okay, Linus is now going to get his present from me, too!

You, my dear, most beloved little Linus, are going to get... Are you listening?

A moped! What do you say to that?

-What? Did you buy Linus a moped? -Yes. That's what I did.

Well, I haven't bought it yet. We have to see what we want. Isn't that right?

I hereby officially give one free moped to my favorite boy!

My most beloved, most precious...

-My favorite boy, who's turned 15! -16, Mom.

Here's to you, my dear boy!

Happy birthday to you happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Linus

Are you angry? Lennart, Mom's in heaven now.

Listen to me. Mom's in heaven now with all the angels.

You're talking rubbish! We're like insects. Wake up!

Where are you going?

Thank you. I'm going out. - Coming?

-Sure! -Are you leaving?

On your birthday?

But what about the ice cream cake?

-Abbe! -Yes...

-Abbe! -What are you doing back here?

Want to join us for a drink, in Jonsson's honor?

-No, I'd better get home. Eva is... -We're going to Chat Noir.

-To watch some uninhibited ladies! -In that case, maybe...

Best to profit before the Red Stockings outlaw strippers, too!

-That's a good one: Red Stockings! -Just a short while.

-Nothing wrong with looking. -Our balls and chains can wait. Let's go!

No... No...

There now. You're going to get something to drink now, Jonsson.

-Here's to you, Jonsson! -Into the haze. Cheers!

No...!

-My wife...she vomited yesterday too. -What did he say?

She threw away my papers. She's acting sort of rattlebrained.

I have to go...! I have to go.

-What's wrong with him? -He's like that. Just enjoy those melons!

-Good night to you, boys. -Good night.

Good night to you, too, Lennart.

Oh yes...

Yes...just one thing.

Lennart....

About the Easter retreat... going to Idre, that is.

It would've been good for you boys to get your mind off things, but...

-We don't have any money, Lennart. -Okay.

Well... That's that.

Okay. Good night.

I'm fine. It was just painful.

It isn't critical...

Birk...

-Did you read about the Trollhättan fire? -Of course.

Isn't it terrible?

What you learn from something like that fire is that a person should...

You should appreciate being alive.

You should do things and say things...

...instead of leaving them unsaid.

Yes?

So I want to take this opportunity to say that...

I am very fond of you.

Wow, David. What a nice thing to say.

Not that I think any fires are going to be lit, but none the less...

-So maybe you'd like to meet, then? -Of course I would.

Is that you, Abbe?

Where on earth have you been?

You're pregnant. By God, you're pregnant!

-I wondered when you'd figure it out! -It's absolutely fabulous!

-If I can carry it to the end. -This time you will. I'm sure you will!

I love you! I love you! I love you!

What are you doing, Dad?

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I don't understand...

-Stop, Dad. -Don't cry. Please, Dad. Don't cry.

You're bleeding, Dad!

There's no one there.

This is the story of those who were given life...

...and this is the story of those who were not.

The half hidden...

The turned away...

Those who peer from out of the shadows.

Subtitles by Susanna Stevens Svensk Medietext