All language subtitles for Dear Irene (1971) eng

Just a second.

Yes? - Here. This is about the demonstration.

Well... Yes...

By the way, I think the editor wants to have a word with you.

I think he has been waiting for you since 2 o'clock.

Have fun.

Yes?

You wanted to see me? - Yes. Sit down.

I have to admit that you're a pretty good writer.

But it would be nice, if it was for our magazine you wrote.

I couldn't have written that for this magazine. It wouldn't have been printed.

It's also a question of if you ought to write such an article.

Isn't it really rather unwise of you?

I don't think so.

Well... I can relate to your situation.

I held identical opinions... once.

But

what about our readers? Won't it be confusing, that you the one day write

like this in a magazine, but you're part of a newspaper with a different outlook?

I'm just myself. Papers are different. - You know... We have a written contract

that forbids you to write for other magazines.

Yes, we have.

I don't see any options apart from you making a decision.

So you have to decide.

I have decided.

Mr.

DEAR IRENE

Dear Irene, I'm so longing to see you.

It has been more than a week since we were last together

and I haven't talked to anyone in...

Well, I have to ask you to leave. - So? Why?

I personally think I'm very tolerant, but this is getting too dubious.

For instance, your many female acquaintances.

It has started to get to my nerves.

Frankly, there's a new one every two weeks.

I'm not noisy at night? - There are other things as well.

Like what? - I don't mind if my son borrows books,

but I don't think he should read all sorts.

I would like you to leave on the first. I hope you understand.

Irene?

Hi! - Hi.

Oh, it's so wonderful to see you.

Oh, I've missed you so.

You lovely bastard.

I understand why you're sad. - But I'm not sad.

I already got a new job: pigeon tips in the Ballerup-Måløv paper.

No? That's not true? - Yes.

And I'm writing on my poems.

Oh, yes. How are they? - Great. They'll be about you.

You know what? I'm terribly envious of you.

This is a great flat.

You have it all.

Is anything wrong?

You know I don't like it very much.

It's hard not to, when I'm in love with you.

You must try to show it a bit less.

When we're together so much I'm also entitled to touch you.

No one can.

Your husband can...

I've gotten used to that.

Sometimes he isn't allowed as well.

Have you ever slept with a man?

No. Why do you ask?

Haven't you ever wanted to? - No.

Have you slept with a woman?

When did you start that?

Just see if I would like it.

So now you prefer to do it with a woman?

If you think like that, then never mind.

I don't. - Yes, you do.

No, I don't. - Yes.

I want to hear about it. - No, you don't.

Yes, come on.

Come on, Irene.

It was a girl I worked together with.

I think she liked it.

But she still thought it was wrong.

And then she got another job.

So you don't see her anymore?

No.

Perhaps it's also wrong, but it feels like girls know more about tenderness.

They know how to do it right every time.

Men can also be taught to it right?

Yes, but you're so slow-witted.

But the problem with you is, you have no clue whether someone wants to or not.

It can drive me totally mad.

Wait.

What is it? - Can't you stay here 10 more minutes?

It was very difficult to go here.

Trine was crying and

didn't want to sleep and kept asking where I was going.

Then Claus said her mom was dating a stranger. That didn't make it better.

Then she cried again and said that her mom shouldn't go away.

Is very difficult because she's getting so old and can understand these things.

Goodbye.

Spørge-Jørgen hadn't realised anything. He just asked: "Why are they all angry?"

#VALEUR!
#VALEUR!

"Why is no one outside playing ball?"

And the father came nearer and nearer, right?

And just before he was there, he was discovered.

"Why am I not allowed to go outside and play?"

Do you think Ras will come today? - Let's see.

Yes, he might.

You can also phone him. - Can you?

Yes, because there's a phone in the kindergarten.

It's pouring down, I think.

Is it pouring down?

It's raining. - Yes, so it is.

Try to look out the window then you can see it's raining.

Oh no...

Do you want more to eat? - No.

Are you sure? - Yes.

I also want more to eat. It's only you, who doesn't want more.

Phew...

Listen. - Isn't it good?

Yuck. - Yuck?

Do you think, I like it?

You thought it was good.

Everybody can die. - Can everybody die?

Yes. Only when they get old. - Yes.

Why are you thinking about that? - Because.

Huh? - I don't know.

Do you know anyone who has died?

Rasmus is definitely not dead! - No, he's definitely not.

No. Then I should be dead as well. - Yes.

Who knows? Perhaps we all are.

Everybody can die. Just not the ones already dead.

No. - No!

They keep dying. - Yes.

They keep being so, right? - Yes.

But Rasmus isn't very old, right? - No!

Like my grandmother is. - Mm.

No, he isn't that old. - No!

It would be nice not to go to work.

Good morning. Good morning, Ms Holst. Well, yet again.

5 minutes past. - Sorry.

Quite seriously, can't you show up on time?

For the rest of us. We want to get started.

But you're also late at times, right?

Let's not begin to discuss democracy at work.

I believe, I've got a small privilege as boss.

What difference does that make? - For example I work much outside hours.

Didn't you know that? - You know I stay late in the evening?

I think your quick to leave at 5. - That's unfair of you.

Well, yes, yes... We have differing views about that. But let's get started.

Then let me handle the mail. - No. I'll handle it myself today.

Just get started with the other tasks. We'll talk later.

Good morning.

You can say that. - Never mind it.

He's always angry when one of his movies has flopped.

Good morning. Hi Jette. - Good morning.

How was you evening? - I'll tell you...

What you want, is to throw away the incident. Somehow throw it away.

I want to throw it away... I want to say that everyone decides over its own body.

OK. Then the question is, to what extend is it the woman's body?

Then it's a question of whether it's a person at that stage.

Yes, because why... - Why do...

Can I finish?

Why wouldn't it be OK in other cases, like the woman is old, has 4 kids, etc?

But we don't agree about that.

But we have to consider todays social system. There it's allowed.

Social indication is in a way social bankruptcy, because it's the easiest.

For society abortion is the easiest.

But what about the woman who has 6 kids already, perhaps, and

is on the brink of suicide faced with another kid. Is it then OK?

She needs to learn to take care.

If she hasn't learnt, and it has happened, then it's no good to tell her.

Things can be done. - What you're doing...

It doesn't matter. She's pregnant.

What you're doing is to think, that I always think it's alright.

I certainly don't. Something should be done.

I just don't think society is allowed to say: "That thing is useless to us."

Or: "That thing is in our way." Morality shouldn't be utility.

Because then it's based on our opinions.

That is, one year we have one opinion, the next year another.

What couldn't that lead to?

But then why not say, that the following always holds:

It must hold, that once a woman sees it as totally unmanageable

to have a child and give it all the love and the upbringing she wants to give...

If you want to recognise the right to.., that is, social indication,

then you need to have an intersection somewhere.

Somewhere like: Till here you can...

Till here you can perform the abortion. After here you can't.

Then, in an extreme example, we might a situation where half a minute

might separate a man from performing a beneficial deed and being a murderer.

An example: When I was going to have Trine,

I went everywhere to try and get an abortion, right?

And... if I'd had that abortion, I might not even have married.

Are you sorry you had the girl? - I like her now.

My life could have been very different.

Of course. My life would be different too, if I hadn't gone though that door

but that one, and I hadn't met him, etc.

But basically I haven't really made a decision, right?

I became pregnant by a total accident.

I don't believe a girl may say: "The kid is in my way. I don't want it."

You present it in very egoistic way:

"The kid is in my way." - It is.

It's as much question of whether you consider yourself mature enough.

No! - And can you provide a good upbringing?

That isn't your right.

Why isn't it? Shouldn't you consider the child's well-being?

Yes. The child's well-being is changed by an abortion.

But... Why... - It's a square circle.

It's a square circle to say: "The kid won't like it by me, we better kill it."

Excuse me, do you want this hat?

I was cleaning at home. It's almost new. I've never used it.

I think it would look nice on you.

Do you want my hat? - No, thanks.

I don't think it'll look good on me. - I think it will. Can I try?

Look, it looks good on you. But it looks good on you.

It's as good as new. It has been lying in the attic.

I've got a new hairstyle, so I can't use it any more.

No, thanks. - But...

Since I'm asking you so politely, won't you please?

I think it's nice.

Try it once. I might have a mirror so you can see how it looks.

Wouldn't you like to see how it looks? - No, thanks. I don't want it.

You probably don't want it as well?

No, that's what I thought.

Are you laughing of me? Huh?

"It doesn't matter if I do." "That one is crazy," right?

"Yes, that one is crazy."

Perhaps you're a bit crazy yourself?

Is anything wrong with wanting to give away a nice hat you can't use?

Then why won't anybody have it?

Perhaps someone could use it.

That it looks good on someone. Lots of people wear a hat like this.

It isn't even out of date. They're used again now.

Then you can't have it. I'll keep it. Someone probably wants it somewhere.

It was a nice hat. It is a nice hat. Have a look at it!

I'm not the crazy one. It's all of you, who are crazy.

Young people who doesn't want to talk to someone. Why not?

You talk so much about how you have love everyone.

But you don't do it.

You just sit there full of yourselves.

Well...

I think I'll get off.

Can you push the button for me?

Won't you push the button for me. You can do that?

Thank you.

It so unfair. Can I buy a shag if I want to?

No, but you can have 1,000 for free. - No, it isn't the same.

If I could have that feeling of paying for it, right?

Yes. - Fucking and paying for. Picture it.

That isn't anything special.

It's not that I want to, but it's annoying to know I can't.

Oh, look at that.

That is a horse belly.

It's a beaver with a handle.

Here's a message from Jesus.

No, thanks.

Oh, poor children, you don't not what you're missing.

It's true. You don't know what you're missing.

Sure I know. I have slept with you.

If you want to, you can buy me for 100. - No, make another proposal.

We can go dancing in Dyrehaven?

I have tried that.

Order a whiskey?

No, I have tried that as well. - Hi Ebbe.

How are you? - Good. And you?

Fairly good. Have you heard the lasted report.

No. - It's fucking rough.

They've given 25 million to the Asian Development Bank.

You don't say? - Just hear this.

Their "friends" are at the Mekong Delta down here.

It's closely linked even though it's an "development project", right?

Yes. - Here's the river through Cambodia

and though north-eastern Thailand. Up here they're constructing many dams

and irrigation systems, right? - Mm.

In a few years they can control the water level in the entire Mekong River.

Then their "friends" in the Mekong Delta are done for.

They can drain the Mekong Delta in half a year if they want to.

Such shit. How can that be allowed?

A few months ago I was at a meeting

in the Counsel of Technical Cooperation with the Undeveloped Countries.

They also said it was terrible, and if they don't stop calling it aid

we'll put 2,000 demonstrators on Slotspladsen for next year's meeting.

Yes. - No response.

The unions were bored and left two hours before the serious talk began.

I have to take this to the table. She's thirsty. Bye for now.

He's saying, the world is going down the drains.

Tell me something amusing.

Who was that. - That was no one.

Tell me something amusing.

Amusing?

Do you know about the man who visits a doctor and says he's in trouble at home?

Then the doctor asks him whether he ever talks to his wife during sex.

Then the man says: "Sure I do, if she's nearby."

What are you working on at the moment?

Nothing.

It's like I can calm down when I'm together with you. It's...

I don't know. It might sound silly. When we're together it's like I'm at home.

Do you understand that?

You know I feel exactly the same as you do.

But it's not enough just to talk together meaningfully.

You also have to sleep together at times.

I don't understand why you stay with him.

Why don't you get a divorce? Why don't we move together?

Then what about Trine? - Trine? You do know that...

Yes, it's totally insane.

I like her just as much as a... It shouldn't be a problem.

I think so, too.

You don't know how much she likes him.

He would never let go of her. I know that.

Should I then just say: "I want a divorce?"

I might do that if we had problems, but we don't.

Well, not ones that affect her.

So you're trying to tell me you don't want a divorce?

I don't want to part with Trine.

Then this doesn't make sense any more.

Can't you see that? It doesn't?

What do you mean?

That we shouldn't see each other again? - Yes.

There's no reason for it.

Do you mean it in earnest? - Hell yes, I mean it in earnest.

Where do we go? To my place, or yours?

It's up to you. - What do you think?

I don't know.

Is it wrong of me to go with you when we don't know each other?

No. Is it wrong of me?

What do you have? A flat? - Yes, something like that.

Then we'll go to your place. I rent a room. It's not always easy to bring men.

Are we leaving?

I'll just get a beer.

It wasn't very good for you, was it?

No. It's wasn't grand. - Why not?

Didn't I do it good enough. - It has nothing to do with you.

Does it often happen to you?

It's was nice to meet you after all.

I'm often at Femkanten. You too? - No, actually not.

Well, we'll probably meet anyway, right? - Mm.

Good night. - Good night to you.

Irene Holst.

I'm sorry about the other evening.

Can't we meet tonight?

No, I don't want to.

Can we meet when you get off work? Then we can talk. The phone is no good.

I don't have time.

How about tomorrow then?

Can't we take a break from each other?

I have to relax once in a while.

But I can only relax, when I'm with you.

Goodbye.

So?

So? What "so?"

What?

How are things?

Pretty good.

But I'm sick of advertising all this shit.

Why doesn't this company show a decent movie?

Rubbish. Do we show Robert Kramer's "Ice"?

Oh yes, that's right.

Something for a hysteric like you?

Hysteric? It isn't hysterical, when there's a cause.

But I won't be able advertise the movie as I like, that's for sure.

Yes, because then our programs would look like a political revolution.

Go home with me.

Jane and the children are away.

We can't separate like this. I mean...

Let's go and tangle ourselves together.

Was it good, Irene?

It's been a while since I've had it that good.

You were amazing in nude.

It turned me totally... It's like I shouldn't see it.

It's almost...

It's almost too private.

I told Jane that she should definitely have lunch with that Englishman,

even though I actually thought he was very handsome.

I mean, we do not own each other, right?

I think she's cheating on you now.

What?

I never thought about that. No, I think she is satisfied with a house and kids.

You can never know with those women.

I don't think it's in Jane's nature.

Why not?

Well, because I think she gets what she needs.

Do you want something to eat?

Apart from that, it's terribly hard to be open-minded about your own wife.

Irene?

You won't leave already, will you?

My family isn't away. - Can't you make something up?

What? - Something.

I thought you had a "I'm out"-agreement?

We do, but it isn't good for the entire night.

We'll meet again, right? Outside of work?

Otherwise I won't drive you home. - Hurry up.

Can't you tell me which day we'll meet?

That's difficult. I'll just call you tomorrow or the day after.

What are you doing tomorrow? - Looking after Trine.

The day after? - Attending a talk.

What talk? - It's really a showing at the company.

What are you going to watch?

I can't remember. Now you have all the details.

Who attends something like that?

I don't know. Distributors? I don't know who'll attend.

Can't you bring me? - No, that's frowned upon.

It's only for people who work with it.

But who is that? - I don't know.

Can't we meet on Saturday then?

You keep asking, huh? - Nothing is wrong about that.

Perhaps I'm sleeping with my husband on Saturday! I can't know that!

Your turn.

Your turn again. - Is that possible?

Yes. - Try again.

No. - Alright, you can have another chance.

This is bad.

Is the bracelet alright? - No.

Yes. - No jewelry.

Then my headband and belt would be good.

No, that's unfair. Then my rings wound count as well.

No, I see... - The rings count as one.

The belt and bracelet as well.

It's your turn.

He skips the socks, huh?

I have to be sympathetic.

I don't get it.

A bare torso is more sympathetic than bare feet.

Well...

Oh. - My turn again.

Now it's the pants turn, I guess.

Such cute panties, huh?

Even the colour...

I had forgotten your legs were nice. - Fancy underpants...

You haven't been much outside, huh? - He's afraid of the sun.

He's working... - Oh, yes... You work at night.

Yes.

It's the pants turn.

I'm a bit more fit. - Yes, it looks nice.

You're on the burn-your-bra fad. - Yes, the entire summer.

Now it gets really interesting.

So, what do we take off next? Bodil hasn't taken off much.

That has to be Bodil, huh?

There. I'll decide who takes something of next.

You've taken charge now?

Yes, it's... Who is it going to be...

It's Steen.

Bikini... Bikini...

Have you borrowed his? - They're authentic bikini pants.

I'll decide now? - Yes, but there isn't much to decide.

It depends on who it stops on. - Sure...

There isn't many options. - No...

I had forgotten about it. - I had too.

Oh, it's so cute.

It's stressed. - Is it stressed?

Well... - Yes, now what?

Yes, now what?

We can't just sit here. - We could play to dress up again?

Or..?

Well, I don't know. You decide.

I have a much better idea.

Then one the bottle stops at now will fuck with me.

And if it's me? - There's no mercy.

That's pretty nice. Do we leave?

No. Come over here so the others can see we don't cheat.

I think it's silly. We weren't just supposed to switch wifes?

No... You should have said that earlier. It's not valid now, right Steen?

So, you had fun, huh?

I didn't come up with that stupid game.

You didn't hold back after we had started.

Why start something like that, if you don't intend to go through with it?

Irene!

Where have you been? - At home.

I tried to call you yesterday because I'm shopping today.

I'm looking for a wig. Any ideas? - To get rid of the old stuff?

In there. Come.

Are you nuts?

One like that. It's something like that I want.

Why do you want a wig?

I'm so sick of this hair. It's drooping down my head.

One like that. - The one over there?

The curly one? - Yes.

It's horrible...

Why would you spend money on that? - Come here. I have to see.

I felt so impassioned when I saw him. Because he has an appearance which...

I actually like his appearance.

And then I felt, that Elisabeth liked him

and she threw herself onto him and said: "Jonas, sit down here."

I became a bit jealous because I thought he... didn't like me.

Then we went to some place and they talked to each other constantly.

I had placed Jonas here and Lisa there. The two of them couldn't stop talking.

But still I felt, that I wanted to impress him... or to entice him...

But he was so totally... charming, calm, etc.

Anyway, Elisabeth left.

It's silly, actually, but I really fell in love with Jonas.

First time..? - First time! First...

Just those few hours in which we talked with each other.

Afterwards a lot of people came. He had just returned from London.

Then I went home and the next day I was reading poems at the art museum.

And there he was, you see.

It's one of the few times I've felt the audience was a single person.

I wanted to read the poems aloud as good as possible.

Sure. - Afterwards we went to a dinner.

Jonas and a few authors who have crapped in our little kingdom were there.

Then after dinner... I do remember, that

I had an urge to drink. We drank champagne. A lot of champagne.

I kind of... I felt uncertain and happy at the same time. Do you understand?

Yes.

Later, Jonas followed me home. I lived in that little house then.

Oh, yes. - He simply opened the door

and walked up on the stairs. You could see I felt like: "I have him."

But I didn't want it to be so obvious.

So I walked after him and said something like: "I guess, you can see how I live."

"Here I live."

And it was good, actually.

Next morning when I was in the bathroom he shouted to me.

I guess, I was in the bedroom and sort of made the beds.

Then he shouted: "I'll get my things. Then I'll be back in an hour of two."

You know he won't just get him things... I just...

I got afraid and thought: "What do I do?"

Then I shouted back: "I'll buy a toothbrush you can have here."

I kind of didn't want it to be so serious at once.

Even though you fell in love immediately?

Sure, but...

I thought it was too serious to move in together at once.

I would have to put so much of myself into it, and I wasn't...

I wasn't sure, I could do it.

So he moved in, and since then we have lived together every day.

You have it nice.

I wish it was me.

I don't really believe, it's matters if everything is right from the start.

No, of course not. It just sounds so perfect when you tell it.

"We met and lived happily ever after."

I really think you have been lucky.

I think so too, but at the same time I don't think so.

Why not? - When Jonas and I met...

The lucky thing about it was, that we were ready for each other.

I wasn't fond of anyone at the time.

And he needed someone like me.

But I'm sorry if I...

It's useless if you think, that some people

are in luck and are happy, and others are unlucky

and are kind of unhappy. I don't think it's like that.

I believe people can and have to control their own life.

Influence it. Do you understand?

But I didn't just allow some random guy to move in with me after two days.

I really made a decision about Jonas.

But it wasn't a difficult decision for you. It wasn't a difficult choice.

You can always use that as a defence.

But a choice is a choice, it doesn't matter if it's easy or not.

What matters is to make a decision.

Now you'd like me to tell you something nice that would erase all your problems.

I think you should call... Call Ebbe.

Try to find out what you really feel for him.

And decide.

Ebbe, come over here.

It's me. - What the fuck.

You're unrecognisable.

You're wearing a wig? - I got a haircut.

You're lying. It's a wig. - No.

I've gotten my real colour. Nice, right? - No, I don't think so.

Huh?

How could you remove all that hair?

It's only a wig, isn't it? - No. Don't you like it?

No, I don't. How could you?

It's only a wig. - No, it isn't. Stop it, Ebbe.

I took a resolute decision. That hair always got in my eyes and mouth.

You're more interested in my hair than in me, huh?

Sure, I think the old hair was nicer. - Oh, Ebbe.

What if some accident happened, and my hair was swallowed up by fire.

Then you wouldn't like me? - No, it's not like that.

It's just feels like I'm sitting with someone called Tove or Lis.

It's like I'm not sitting with you. - Who's Tove?

It's only a wig.

Ebbe, how could you? - It's much nicer. Take off the glasses.

Yes... - Give a comb, hurry.

What? I haven't got a comb. - Don't you have a comb?

There's one in my purse. Give it to me.

It's much nicer.

Two beers.

Oh, you're so mean. I was looking so much forward to showing you.

I have seen it now.

You've gotten more beautiful since last. - Oh no, Ebbe...

Yes, you have.

I'm also happy to see you. A bit.

Who are you else seeing at the moment? - No one.

No one else than Claus and Trine.

There you are. - Thank you.

I dreamt about you last night. - So? About what?

At first I dreamt we slept together, like I often do.

Afterwards, I dreamt we were at a party. I explained something no one understood.

Then you elucidated what I said

and told that you always understand me and I always understand you right away.

How was it to sleep with me like that?

It was great. I just always wake up before I come.

I think you dream to much.

Don't say that. Lola dreamt of success for seven years, and she was rewarded.

Yes, but she didn't get happy, that Lola.

No, because she dreamt so much she couldn't see when it had come true.

I afraid it would be the same for you, if you get me.

I don't think so.

No? - No!

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

I say: "1 2 3"

and you say: "Jeg elske dig, Ich liebe dich, I love you."

Please, lady, let's try it one more time.

1... 2... 3... Come on!

I... love... you...

Look what I bought. Aren't they nice? - Yes.

Where did you buy the steaks?

On the Horse Square? - Horse Square?

Yes. - But we agreed to get quality stuff.

It's Denmark's best horse muzzles. - That's not true.

Horse Square doesn't exist. You're lying, you are.

Yes, you really are.

There.

You must check the steaks. They shrink. - Sure...

It has to be cirrhosis stricken liver. - Oh, well. I have to set the table.

It has to be kind of totally perfect.

There. Now I'll come.

It isn't true. It looks fucking great.

You're so good.

Get your head up.

Good. Much better than mine. - Can I taste your wine?

No... Here.

Get ready, I'll move mine. - We'll switch simultaneously.

Like that. - Yours is bigger than mine.

What did you do today? - I was in Landskrona.

In Landskrona? Why? - I know someone over there.

There? - Yes, from my student days.

Yes, a girl. - A girl?

What does she do? - She's called Ebba Jönsson.

No, it isn't true. - Yes, it is.

That famous one? And you're visiting her?

Once she foretold my future? - What did she foretell?

Right before we met each other, she foretold we'd meet.

What did she say would happen later on? - Later on?

I don't want to tell you. - ...How does it end?

Because he says you can't handle twins.

I can.

Perhaps it's not true then. - Did we get twins? More?

We haven't got them yet. - Will we get them?

When? - Twins and a tandem bicycle.

You're too silly, you know? - No.

We're getting silly and drunk. - Are we getting drunk tonight?

Why did you think we bought red wine? - There.

What about that Ebba? Why haven't you told me about her?

It's because... it's not your business? - Ebba Jönsson?

I didn't know you deceived me. - I don't. I just know her.

I help her audit accounts.

Well, it's damn difficult to run a shop. - I know.

But it's not true. You can't do math. - It's totally true.

Mostly I do the multiplication problems. She's not very good at those.

It's strange, they aren't taught that in Sweden.

I think we would have beautiful kids. - I think so, too.

I think so... - Why?

You aren't were pretty? - No, but with my brother.

He's fairly handsome.

There's something about order of succession... or right of inheritance.

Right of inheritance? - Yes. They'll inherit his looks.

You may.

Your beard is scratching.

Won't you stay?

I can't stay the whole night. You know that.

But if you could, would you?

Mrs Holst, I have your draft for the pamphlet and adverts for Kramer's "Ice".

I think it's really good.

But...

Well, I think there's one thing that isn't taken into consideration.

I think... You're focusing a bit too much on Kramer's theme.

I believe we're allowed to distance ourselves from it.

We're, perhaps it sounds a bit harsh, the businessmen selling the movie?

He has made it and sees it in one way. - Shouldn't we try to follow his idea?

Yes. Of course we're also doing that, but we don't have be so categorical.

But I wasn't categorical like the movie. - I think you were.

Yes, I think so.

It isn't our job to sell Kramer's opinions. Our job is to sell movies.

And we should do that without lying about that movie.

I just think, we should play on the possibilities.

We just sketch things, and put a '?' where he puts an '!'.

Or shift focus to the revolt that's inside everyone.

Let it appeal to each individual, so it isn't so unequivocal.

A tangible example: "Antonio the Killer" as it was called in Danish.

That's a very good example, very good.

We wrote: "A bloody South American western." Why?

It is that, but it's also many other things.

We know that there are many who wants to see "a bloody South American..."

And they go and see it as "a bloody South American western."

And how many left the theatre?

How many went to watch it because of the "a bloody South American western"-add?

I understand your thoughts about it, but you have to...

how do I put it... try to fit into the company, right?

Frankly...

I was a member of the Danish Communist Party in my youth.

And I'm not a stranger to that kind of attitude.

But now I'm here and I'm in charge of this business

and if we can't sell our movies; if we can't get cinema directors to show them;

if we can't get people to watch them;

then there's nothing more to write. There'll be no company.

So it means that you prefer the dishonest advertisement.

You prefer to call non-westerns for westerns.

You prefer to attract people by making them expect something else,

and then they run out of the cinema. - You're too dogmatic.

We have to set up a versatile setting

where people believe they get both this and that.

Such that we neither disappoint the intellectuals nor the man on the street.

We don't want to lie.

That's not what we do. - But it's a small lie.

It's a bit dishonest. - We just want to remind the audience

that the movie has many nuances.

In a way... - We can't discuss this the entire day.

What I want you to see is, we shouldn't force a rebellion into peoples' minds.

We shouldn't say: "This is a rebellious movie!"

We should keep the possibilities open...

But what kind of movie is it? - It is a movie about a rebellion.

Yes, and I write that!

People will watch it and realise that. - Why don't I write it then?

Because I think 20% will be scared off - Just like you write...

if something dogmatic is written. "It's a political movie!"

We shouldn't advertise it as a political movie.

No, we should write that it's a gangster movie, for example?

This is Bente.

I don't think she's here at the moment. Oh, there she is.

It's for you.

Irene Holst.

What do you want now?

You have said that. What else?

No, I'm very busy now.

When will we meet again?

Can't you take it easy?

Don't you think it was nice last time? - Why do you have to botch up things?

Is anything wrong?

No.

Where's the salt?

Someone called you today, by the way. - Oh, who was it?

He didn't tell.

I suppose he'll call again.

Hello.

How did you know I was here?

I didn't know.

I just passed by. - A pure coincidence, right?

Yes.

I thought we agreed not to meet before I called you.

I can just leave then. - You have already shown up...

Do you want one?

Someone is destroying it. - What did they destroy?

The sand castle. - Your sand castle?

Build another one quick.

I dreamt about you last night.

You slept with me again? - No, not at all, quite the opposite.

I had decided that we'd never see each other again.

But then I dreamt, I was in the flat and I was sawing off my left leg.

It didn't hurt. I only discovered it when I held the leg in my hand.

Then it was too fucking late.

Oh, you're so silly.

And those fencing scenes were so wonderful.

The way they sort of danced. Wow.

That's the style he consciously chose.

The opera style he chose, in order to bring out the folkish ballade.

There's just one director you need to understand to see this movie.

That's in my opinion Visconti.

Do you like movies? Did you see his previous movie 'Black God, White Devil'?

With Antonio the Killer in a minor role.

You must have seen that as well to understand this movie.

The violent stuff with the knives

reminds me of a funny story I read about Mae West.

Once she was playing Cathrine the Great on Broadway and such.

She was surrounded by lots of strong men who couldn't do anything but look nice.

They couldn't walk or move on the stage. She receives Lieutenant Bunin in Act 2.

Then he comes waddling in and has to embrace her.

The sable gets between them and she turns to the audience and says:

My! Lieutenant, is that your sword, or are you just glad to see me?

Are you very interested in movies? Huh?

Have you seen this button. It isn't something new, you see.

There's an old American movie in which such a button is present.

You won't be able to guess it. It has a Danish actor in it.

You'll never guess it.

Have you seen the movie? - Yes.

How did you like it? Are you very interested in movies?

Well, so-so. - Did you understand his opera style

and all that violence; why he creates all that violence?

At times I think I'm going crazy when I walk around alone at home.

When I put some idiotic words on some idiotic piece of paper.

Do you know what I do then? I pick up the phone and dial a number

just to hear some voice at the end of the wire.

Then I pull myself together and call you.

Then it just feels like you crap on me.

Like you're ready to hang up at any second.

It isn't my fault you can't connect to other people.

No, I'm not saying it's your fault. It's no one's fault. It's my own fault.

I do as much as I can.

Then you walk around and ponder on something important to yourself

and want to tell to someone else, someone you like.

Then you walk around phrasing it and

try to find all sorts ways to express it and make it sound as good as possible

and then it's still some terribly constructed stuff when it's uttered.

I don't know what I should say, but it's just like...

Well, it's just like you're unloading all your loneliness onto me. I can't...

It's too much for me.

But I just have to say something once in a while. I feel like shit.

Else something happens.

I think I'll leave now, right?

Can I get past you?

Wow, did you see her over there? - Isn't it the naked one from the kiosk?

Yes, her with the whip. - Yes, and the black boots.

Such legs. - Yes, some great tits.

Yes, what's she doing tonight? - A foxy lady, huh?

She's probably going to bed, right? - I think so, too.

You're so lovely.

Ebbe: he is angry today.

Don't you like anything at all? - You.

Nothing else? - I like you and other stuff as well.

I just can't figure out whether you still like me.

You're so stupid, you really are. Would I have kept seeing you otherwise?

No, that's true, I guess.

Do you know what I also like? The little prince.

When me met you told how he tamed the fox. Back then you were almost tame.

How about living a bit less in your memories?

It was nice back then. - It sure was nicer back then.

It was!

And you can't see why it gets worse? - No.

It's, among other things, such rubbish as the little prince.

And it's always you. You start writing, you start calling, you start everything.

You're so hungry, that people get scared away.

And I wish you could find another girl

and you weren't jealous of everyone. - I'm not jealous.

You are! - OK, I'm jealous.

Have you slept with the guy I saw in front of your work?

Why do you ask? - You walked together like you had.

That you can ask... - Have you?

No, I haven't.

I don't know whether I believe your words or performance any more.

I also think it's stupid you can't sleep with me, your best friend,

but you can fuck every other fool.

I have told you that I didn't sleep with him; so why do you continue?

In addition, I don't fuck people I don't like, but people I'm attracted to.

But that doesn't mean I want to spend the rest of my life with them, right?

But if I had slept with him, wouldn't you prefer

that I care about you, and that the one I fucked doesn't matter next morning?

Yes, of course.

But it just isn't fair.

Why do you tell me to find another girl? It's like you're trying to push me away.

I just want us to become more equal. It would be easier for you as well.

But we are equals. That's why we can spend so much time together.

It's just strange that we can't be equals in bed.

You understand nothing of what I'm telling you. Nothing.

We'll never be equals when you're always smothering me

and have nothing else on you mind, and don't want to. I have husband and child!

Don't you understand?

You know what? We ought to go and visit Tivoli, like we've talked about.

Don't you think so?

Or maybe a visit to Sweden?

Would you rather do that?

Now, while the weather is nice.

Yes. That might be.

Wouldn't that be nice?

We could have a small lunch on-board.

Don't you think so? Should we talk it over? How about tomorrow?

Should we meet tomorrow?

Then we could find a day next week.

Would you like that?

Hi, it's Irene. What are you doing tonight?

Nothing.

Aren't you going to the cinema? - Perhaps. Do you want to see something?

No... There wasn't...

I don't get it. Why would I go to the cinema?

Well, if you were, I would ask whether I could borrow your flat.

I don't understand it. What would you do here?

Well, I've met a girl, you see? And I've become very fond of her and

she lives together with another girl, so we can't stay there. Then I wondered

if you could help us.

Honestly, isn't it better to send your husband to the cinema or Tivoli?

Won't you do it?

Oh, perhaps I'm too early?

No. You can enter.

Why the hell are you so angry? - Are you staying the entire evening?

You could drop your clothes and join us?

I think you should leave.

Can't you go to the kitchen while I dress?

Why does something like that happen?

I don't know. Why does something just please you?

You've also slept with that guy from work.

How do you know? - Isn't it true?

Yes.

I don't want it anymore. I'm tired of this.

Dead tired.

I think I'll travel somewhere.

Where to? - I don't know.

Somewhere.

I think you should do that as well.

'Vinduet': porn interview, take 2.

We've travelled to porn-manufacturer Tony Sørensen in Snekkersten,

to his lovely villa with a swimming pool in the garden and a view to the Sound.

It looks like it's still profitable to make pornography in Denmark.

Is it still profitable? - Yes.

Experts say that the export of porn is almost as big as the export of pork.

That speaks for itself.

Have sexual crimes been fewer after the legalisation of porn?

It's known for sure that numbers have lowered.

It's hard to say how much, since a crime happens once in while, but

it's much lower than it once was.

Do you know who buys the porn-magazines?

Well... I know that young people don't buy them.

It's mature people who buys them.

Do you know why young people don't buy them?

I know it because... I had a store in Absalonsgade and no youths came there.

It was only

people at the age of dwindling sexual power, who needed some encouragement.

I can for example tell you, we've got

a swede from Kiruna in northern Sweden.

He comes here every third month to get whipped.

Once I asked him why he liked to get whipped.

Then he told me that he...

That he received an awful lot of paddlings as a child,

and when he turned 14 or 15 he discovered that he liked it, and

he has had whippings regularly since.

It's very grim, because he needs to be totally abused.

He gives the models additional fees if they whip him till he bleeds.

What needs do you think pornography satisfies for the buyer?

Foremost it satisfies a great need for affiliation.

Do you think pornography destroys part of the emotional life or the love life?

I certainly don't think so.

Do you still see him? - No.

I wonder where the paper is.

Oh, here it is.

I have a feeling that you're still seeing him.

No, I don't. I haven't seen him in a long time.

A very long time.

It says that double beds destroy marriages. That's what's wrong with us.

Can't stop that nonsense? You know I want to talk to you.

I also want to talk to you.

What's he doing; apart from television? - I don't know. I haven't seen him.

You know I like you, right?

It was foolish of me to ask.

Dear Irene.

86 14. Yes, please.

It's Irene.

Hello. Can I speak to Claus Holst? - No, he's not at home.

Do you have a message? Well, fine. Goodbye.

Hi. - No.

Yes. - We have no more to talk about.

I can't be without you. - It's over.

Moreover, Claus wants to get a divorce if we meet again.

It's not like you think, it isn't.

I didn't know he was coming, I didn't.

We hadn't planned it. We hadn't planned it, you hear?

You hear?

We hadn't planned it. I didn't... - That's a lie.

No, that's untrue.

I didn't know he was coming. I haven't seen him for months.

Please don't take it like that. - It has to stop now.

Open.

Open. Open, Claus, and let's talk about it.

Do you hear? Let's talk about it anyway.

Do you hear?

Open!

Why can't we talk about it? Huh?

When it's true what I say.

It is. I haven't seen him.

I haven't. Come on, open.

Open.

Do you hear? I'll stand here until you come out.

Come on, open.

Do it. Open.