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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.

I like that. It sounds like radio signals from way out in space.

Everything is perfectly normal. The foetus is healthy.

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.

Good morning.

Why are there urine-soaked sheets on your bedroom floor?

-Sorry, I tried to wake... -The half hidden...

The turned away...

I'll wash the sheets.

The ones who peer from out of the shadows.

A big boy like you wetting the bed...

Soiling the bed.

That's disgusting. Disgusting!

Are you awake?

I haven't slept.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

-I'm hungry. -It's empty. Why didn't she get food?

-I want breakfast. -Mum didn't buy any!

Happy birthday to you!

David?

David?

-You scared me... -Dad's a little oversensitive.

Happy birthday!

-Oatmeal. I can make porridge. -I don't like porridge.

Well, that's what you're getting, so shut up!

-When are Henrik and Lennart coming? -I don't know.

-Any more questions? -No.

Then I suggest we be quiet and eat.

Lennart Paulsson...

-There. Any more? -No, I think that was all of them.

Then congratulations on your new house!

-Hi! How'd it go with the midwife? -Great!

-Are you still at the white house? -Yes indeed. Now OUR white house.

This afternoon Henrik and I are going to talk to Father about Ragnar.

Is there anyone you'd like to invite to your birthday dinner?

See if it fits. I saved the receipt.

-Maybe someone from school? -Dad!

It wasn't so long ago you invited the whole class over for your birthday.

-When I was like eight... -That long ago?

Half my life.

Are you worried about your big brothers, Ragnar? Don't be.

You have to be strong, Ragnar. Strong.

We'll pray for your brothers, so they can have salvation through Christ.

I'll wash the sheets before I go to school.

-Axel, are you awake? -Yes.

-Can I use the shower? -Sure, of course.

-I want milk. -There isn't any milk.

-Where's Mum? -Mum's asleep, Jojje.

-I want Mum to be awake. -Well, she's not.

-Morning. Your brother's showering. -So I hear.

It must feel strange buying your childhood home.

Well, what can I say without getting too personal?

I left this house in my teens. It was sort of a sudden thing.

Yes, it is a bit odd.

-You have to phone home. -Not me.

-Of course we have to. -Then go home!

-What, you planned to stay here? -Maybe.

What? Can't I stay here?

Doesn't the flat belong to the parish? I'm a parishioner.

-Remember when we prayed together? -Of course.

It was the same day Mum died. The last time I ever prayed.

You don't know what you're saying. That's the devil talking.

God can go to hell! And I wonder: Can I stay here?

I'll talk to the pastor and the parish council.

Hi, I'm Anna. Is your mummy here?

What's your name? Are you Joakim?

-Is your mummy in? -Who is it?

-What is this about? -I'm Anna, Anette's social worker.

-We had booked a home visit today. -She's asleep.

-He's wrong. She's not at home. -You look after your brothers then?

So responsible! But you know what, I think we should try to wake Mum.

-Don't you want to invite that Birk? -Lay off.

I just wondered.

-It's nice. -Yes, your last one disappeared.

Disappeared? Those hoodlums stole his wallet. We should call the police!

-Mum. stop. Don't make it worse. -I could talk to the class teacher...

It's MY birthday. I'll handle it myself.

You'll handle it? You've stayed home from school all bloody week!

It's his birthday!

Where does she sleep? Where does Mummy sleep, Joakim?

Anette, are you asleep? It's Anna.

-What the fuck is it... -We'd scheduled a home visit today.

What are you on about? I'm sleeping!

Will you go to school today, then?

There are only a couple of weeks left in the term. What does it matter?

So you're not going to school? What happened?

What did they do to you last week? Honey, what happened?

Fucking queer! You're dead!

-It's nothing, I said. -You're just not going to school?

-I don't get it. -It's okay, David.

Get dressed and I'll make you pancakes for breakfast.

Just like your mother...

Look at me.

-Peder. -Nah, not Peder.

Yes, Peder! Peder is nice.

-Christopher Robin. -Are you mental?

-No, but I like Winnie the Pooh. -Then call him Winnie the Pooh!

-If it's a boy, sure. -Or Eeyore. Call the kid Eeyore.

Well...it is original.

I hope he doesn't inherit a single gene from you. How stupid can you be?

I know.

Eva? Eva!

Sorry, I didn't hear you. I'm setting the table.

-Where are my cufflinks? -Don't you keep them in the drawer?

-Yes, so what did you do with them? -I don't have them. Aren't they here?

-I wouldn't be asking if they were! -Aren't these the ones?

-Yes... They weren't there before. -Then I don't know where they were.

-At least Peder is normal. -If it's a boy, yes.

Of course it will be! The nursery is decorated for a boy.

Except for the dollhouse.

-That's from my childhood home. -But it's not really a boy's toy.

-I loved that dollhouse. -I'm sure a boy can play with it.

Don't diss my dollhouse! Peder is going to love it.

Don't get upset. If it's a girl then maybe she can play with it anyway.

-Where are we meeting the others? -Church. Too bad Peder isn't coming.

-You know how he is. -It's still a pity.

Abbe! Hello! Thanks, I'm fine. Just great.

My mother died a few weeks ago, but... Thank you.

No, that's just as it should be. Today? What time?

It's mother's funeral. I don't know if I can get away by four.

No, that's not possible. Maybe we should do it another day.

Excellent! Let's do that. Good luck!

Hey!

Hey! How about that...

Where are Jojje and Liam?

-Where are they?! -They've taken them.

-Birk, I'm not going out. -Come on.

-I don't want to. -You can't spend your life at home.

They wanted you too, but you weren't here.

I've bollixed it up again. Haven't I?

But I'm through with that now. I'm going to straighten up.

I promise, Linus. This time things will be different. Linus!

Linus!

Beautiful saviour

King of creation

Son of God and...

You don't know what it's like. I just have to move away from here.

How about if I come and get you? I have a car.

-Do you? -It's Dad's car, I'm borrowing it.

Are you 18? I thought you were 16.

I know, I should have changed it on my website. I'm 18. Just turned.

Happy birthday.

Just go out and stand by the road and I'll come and get you.

-Okay. Promise? -Promise.

Wait here. I'll be back soon.

-Lennart! -Father isn't home, is he?

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

-Don't tell Father I was here. -Where's Henrik?

Poor little bastard...

-Can I help you? -Was it here?

What?

-In one of the booths? -I don't understand...

-Was it HERE?! -Don't raise your voice.

Fucking whore!

-Father! Lennart was here. -I know.

-He packed his clothes. -I know, Ragnar. I know.

-But he said not to tell you. -Everything is all right.

Lennart will be at the parish flat with Axel, the youth group leader.

Excuse me.

-Who is it? -It's Henrik and Lennart.

I can see that!

-We have some bad news. -About Ragnar.

Ragnar is dead.

-Go away! Or I'll call the police. -Is this where he died? My husband!

-Oh, I see... I saw your picture. -Picture?

Yes, in his wallet. We had to see who he was.

I'm so sorry.

So you were here when he...?

That's tragic. So tragic.

-We have to go to him. -No, Father, we can't.

I'm so distraught. Now I have no one left.

-It was his heart. -What?

-His heart. It was his heart. -Oh? His heart?

It's kind of strange, he wasn't that old.

-No, not old at all. -It might have been a heart defect.

Either way it's very sad.

Where's Ragnar?

-It's just me. May I come in? -Of course.

What's on your mind?

Don't just stand there like an idiot. Spit it out!

I'd like... I was thinking... I'd like to get baptised.

-You want to be baptised? -I want to belong to Christ.

-You do, do you? -I want to be washed in His blood.

I see.

I understand.

-I'm sorry for what I said before. -Milk? Sugar?

Milk, please.

-I'm really sorry. I'm just so... -It's okay. I'm used to it.

I can't even imagine how awful this must be for you.

-Isn't Ragnar here? -No, Ragnar is dead.

That's what we're here to tell you.

What do you mean? Ragn...

He's...dead?

-Oh... It's tragic. -It was his heart.

-His heart... -It may have been a defect.

-He wasn't very old. -Now I have no one.

I was thinking about your children... Have you told...?

I've told them that Dad was ill, so now he's in heaven.

I don't know how much they really understand.

-How old are they? -Three and five.

Three-year olds are wonderful.

-Do you have a three-year old? -Yes, and a five-year old.

-We wanted them close together. -So did we.

-Your husband? -He left.

Mine dies and yours flies. Oh, that was awful!

Yes...but true.

He was so strict. He was so religious.

And then he goes and dies. Here!

Let's pray together.

Dear Lord Jesus, watch over this boy, born into this sinful world.

Watch over this imperfect wretch.

Do not turn Thy face away, Lord, but hear us when we call.

Save him, dear Jesus. Come to him with Your spirit. Come...

-You're not praying, Ragnar. -I don't know what to say.

Let the Spirit speak through you. Pray, Ragnar!

Forgive my Mum's death! Forgive my Mum's death! Forgive my Mum's death!

Forgive my Mum's death! Forgive my Mum's death! Forgive my Mum's death!

What happened?

We heard strange thumping noises from one of the booths.

The door opened, but at first we didn't realise what was happening.

Then we tried to give him mouth to mouth, but we didn't know how to...

He just sort of slipped away.

Poor little Ragnar.

I'm so glad you were there, that he wasn't all alone.

Forgive my Mum's death! Forgive my Mum's death! Forgive my Mum's death!

Forgive...

Ragnar.

If you are baptised, you will be forgiven and cleansed by His blood.

But...

Pastor Gideon read from Hebrews at the last service, do you remember?

-I don't know... -I want you to think about this.

Listen closely.

"For it is impossible for those who were once enlightened"

"and have tasted the good word of God and the powers of the age to come"

"if they fall away, to renew them again to repentance,"

"as they crucify again the Son of God, and put Him to an open shame."

-Do you understand what that means? -I don't know...

Surely it's quite clear? You have to be careful, my boy.

If you get baptised, you get one chance. It will not come again.

-Hey, are you here? -Yes, we're here.

-What are you thinking about, Father? -That painting.

-It's so beautiful. -Yes, it is nice.

Let's go, Dad. I'm sorry to have had to bring such bad news.

-Bad news? -Yes, about Ragnar. He's dead.

Nooo... Ragn...

Oh, that's tragic.

-Oh, so tragic. -It was his heart.

-We have to go to him. -We can't, Father.

-We have to... -Sit!

I'm so sad. I'm so terribly sad.

Father, it's me.

Let me in. Let me in, Father!

Please, Father!

Now I have no one.

We're terribly sorry. Would you like us to pray with you before we go?

Would you like us to pray with you?

It's really incredibly beautiful, that painting. Isn't it beautiful?

Goodbye, Father.

-Oh, are you going? -Yes, we were saying goodbye.

Who is that child you're holding by the hand?

-What is it? -The baby isn't moving.

-There's no child here, Father. -No...? No, of course not.

Tell the child not to cry anymore.

-Are you sure? -Something's wrong.

Just a moment, Lennart.

-Henrik? -Lennart is crashing somewhere else.

-Could I sleep here? -Sure... Come in.

-Are you cold, Mum? -I'm always cold at funerals.

-How rude that Peder didn't come. -That's typical for him, isn't it?

We are gathered here today to say a final farewell to Marta.

Is that you, Father?

Henrik didn't come home either.

So it's just you and me.

Father? Father?

-You're taking the sofa? -Yes. You take the bed.

-Are you sure? -Yes, this is fine.

-Okay... Good night then. -Good night.

I didn't know Marta personally, but her sons have described her

as a lovable, faithful and above all loyal wife and mother.

-Where are you off to in such a rush? -Out.

-Are you meeting someone? -No...well, yes, I'm meeting Birk.

Oh. Well, have a good time. Take care, darling.

-Cool, Mungo. Wicked cool. -No problem.

Let's go over to my place. My Mum works until midnight.

First Linus needs a stiff drink.

Screw your Mum! Let's drink our brains out.

Bloody hell!

Dust thou art...

Typical! People can't even switch off their mobiles at a funeral.

Darling, I think it's yours.

-Well, switch it off! -I have to take this. - Hi there.

Dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt return.

-Axel, are you asleep? -No.

I thought we could lie head to foot.

If you want to.

Let me take your coat.

-Hello, I'm Kennet. -Hello.

Oh, I just know something's wrong. I can feel it!

My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling at the zoo

We've washed ourselves in niggers' blood and all the mongrels' too

We're taking down the zog machine Jew by Jew by Jew

-Is everything all right? -The baby needs to come out.

We have to do an emergency C-section.

There he is! The fucking queer!

-No, I don't want to be cut open! -...Thy kingdom come...

Let's get him!

Hi! Get in!

But you're not... You're not him!

What can I say? Get in, we can have a good time anyway.

-My name is Peder. -What? Aren't you called Birk?

I have to play it safe, not show my face around.

Cool fabric. Smooth, you know?

I know a place in the woods where we can hang out. Put your belt on!

No, stop here. I said stop! I need to get out.

Whatever. I won't force you.

Where the hell is he? He was just here.

-Go to hell! -There he is!

-Hey! -Queer boy!

Wanna suck my dick? Wanna suck my fat dick?

-Arse bandit. -Fucking disgusting!

Queers ain't people. They don't deserve to live.

-We found this in your wallet. -Fucking disgusting.

-Jesus, what have you done...? -Come on, Linus. Let's go.

Honey...

The tadpole has arrived.

-I'm Hans and I'm an alcoholic. -Hello, Hans.

I've been asked to head today's meeting. Let's introduce ourselves.

-I'm Krille and I'm an alcoholic. -Hi, Krille.

I'm Birgitta and I'm an alcoholic.

Hello, Birgitta.

Oh, is it my turn? I'm Anette and I'm an alcoholic.

Hello, Anette.

And I...

...I've hurt my children so badly.

-Well, good night. -Good night.

It's a bit odd lying here looking at your feet.

Aw hell!

-May we leave the table? -Yes, you may.

Take your plates into the kitchen.

-What do you say? -Thanks for the burps!

-Hello! -Here comes Peder.

-Now he comes. -Sorry I'm late.

-You missed Gran's funeral. -I know!

Lay off. I don't understand where you two got that awful temper.

-Hello. -We're done.

It's beautiful!

-We left the bedroom upstairs alone. -Perfect!

Come here, dear. I have something to show you.

Axel, come and see!

Look at this family portrait.

-Those must be children. -Yes.

They look like small grown-ups.

They painted children like that in those days.

Let's leave the wallpaper as-is. I had another thought, a moving one.

The bloke on the wall... I don't know, but I think it's him.

The one who lived here. The 15-year old who was beaten to death.

That was so tragic.

Do you see the half-hidden children?

And the one there with his back turned?

Those are the dead children.

Fascinating!

Many children never lived to adulthood in those days.

I think it's sort of nice.

They let everyone be in the portrait.

I thought he could stay here a while, in the room that was his.

-And yours. -Yes. That was ours.

It feels right.

You have to make space for everyone.

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.

Translation: Jennifer Evans Svensk Medietext