All language subtitles for Den.Goda.Viljan.1991.S01E04.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-DLK_track1_eng

Scrub here.

Hello!

Hello!

Pardon me,
but I come on an important errand.

I'd like to speak with
Henrik and you at once.

It's nothing unpleasant.
On the contrary.

Henrik is down at the river, fishing.
Petrus, run and tell him!

Petrus is still living with you.
He isn't a problem?

I don't know...
He refuses to leave, and feels at home here.

-He is kind and obedient.
-Something must be done about it.

Yes, if only I knew how.

-You seem to be doing fine.
-I am, thank you.

-And happy?
-Yes, why shouldn't I be?

We have everything we could want
and summer is around the corner.

-After a particularly nasty winter.
-Ugh, let's forget about that.

-Good day, Rector.
-Good day.

Where did you find that old sweater?
I thought I had hidden it.

-Why haven't you served anything?
-Thanks, I don't need anything.

I received a letter-

-from my good friend Reverend Primarius
from the Stockholm Cathedral congregation

He is also the King's Chaplain
in the General Assembly.

The letter is of such significance
that I wanted to deliver it at once.

-This is huge.
-Exactly, Reverend.

-And it concerns us?
-It seems appropriate that I read it out loud.

"As you are aware, The Sophia Home
was started by Queen Sophia."

"Her concerns about Swedish healthcare
led to the establishment of a model hospital."

"The Queen succeeded"... Here!

"Her Majesty, Queen Viktoria, in consultation
with the committee, has decided"-

-"to establish
a permanent part-time pastorate."

"The responsibilities will be to guide
the spiritual work inside the hospital."

"In addition, the committee plans
to build quarters for the minister"-

-"with modern fittings."

Here comes the main point!

"At a meeting, Her Majesty stated her
concerns for the projected pastorate"-

-"and stressed how important it
was to find the right man."

"Our Archbishop spoke up at once:
'I think I have your man! "'

"After further inquiries
the Archbishop mentioned a young minister"-

-"by the name of Henrik Bergman."

That's unbelievable!

It can't be true...

-I don't know what to say.
-You needn't say a thing.

You should think about it
and talk it over with your wife.

-When do we have to decide?
-As soon as possible.

You'll have to dress up in your finest,
go to Stockholm-

-and drink afternoon tea
at the castle.

The letter has a postscript, penciled in.

"Her Majesty would like to receive"-

-"both the minister
and his young wife."

Now, I'll leave you, my young friends-

-in a situation which is more
happiness than confusion.

At the same time I'll take the opportunity
of being the first to congratulate you.

It isn't forbidden to say no?

Not forbidden, but practically impossible.

An offer of such significance
doesn't happen often.

-Well, I must be going.
-Thank you for your visit.

-What should we say?
-Right now it feels like Paradise here.

Soon it will be 30 below.

-And we'll forget we have each other.
-No, we'll never forget that.

And we had thought of having another child.

I'm totally confused
in this little head of mine.

Don't you think it would be fun
to drink tea in the castle.

It would sure tell our friends
in Trädgårdsgatan something.

How fun it would be to say:
"tonight I think we'll go to the Royal Theater."

-Go to Beethoven's symphonies.
-Or buy a silk blouse at Leja.

Yes, one certainly can fantasize.

-Are you thinking of leaving?
-No, we're only talking, Petrus.

-I thought you said so.
-Then you weren't listening properly.

-So you're not leaving?
-Don't say such silly things!

It seemed like you were thinking of leaving.

Mrs. Bergman, welcome.
Reverend Bergman, welcome.

I would like to explain a few things.

Her Majesty is referred to as "Your Majesty"
if it is necessary to speak of her indirectly.

Her Majesty poses questions
and guides the conversation.

The meeting will be brief,
Her Majesty is unwell and quite tired.

Please!

I recommended that the meeting
be postponed until a more convenient time-

-but Her Majesty is deeply
committed to The Sophia Home.

Any questions?

We'll sit here. You will stand up
when Her Majesty arrives.

Her majesty will enter from there
and will be followed by the court cleric.

Her Majesty will greet you first
and you will curtsy.

Her Majesty will greet you,
Reverend Bergman. Questions?

No questions.

Good day, how nice it is
that we could meet.

How friendly of you
to come such a long way.

Shall we take our seats?
I hope you will enjoy your tea.

-And the trip went well?
-Very well, thank you.

Trains make it so easy.

And how is your son, Dag?

Thank you, he is well.
Everything happens so quickly at his age...

We are entertaining high hopes.

My wife and I are taken aback,
everything is happening so fast.

We don't know what is expected of us,
but we will do our best.

Where is that folder?

Here is a sketch
of the proposed residence.

-So beautiful!
-Mrs. Bergman, you went to school there.

On the lower floor -
three rooms and a kitchen.

On the upper floor - four rooms. We thought
the corner room would be for the children.

-Naturally, all the conveniences.
-This is overwhelming.

I expect that it will be difficult
to leave "your" Forsboda.

-Yes, it will be difficult.
-At first we were worried and uncertain.

We felt that we were
running from our responsibilities.

-Our commitments.
-I wasn't as anxious as Henrik.

I felt I was abandoning people in need.

In a hospital
need can be just as great, Reverend.

I know... I know.

Tell me one thing... Reverend...

Reverend, do you believe that
our sufferings are sent by God?

I can only answer for myself.

No, I don't believe that
our sufferings are sent by God.

I believe that God looks
upon his creations with care.

But that the suffering should purify us?

I have never seen suffering help,
however, I have seen it destroy.

Countess, please give me my scarf?

lf it is as you say...

How is it possible to give solace?

-Solace is incidental.
-Incidental?

The only possibility
is that one forgives oneself.

-Shouldn't we ask God's forgiveness?
-That is the same thing.

Once one has forgiven oneself,
so has God.

-Is God so near?
-God and mankind are indivisible.

Mixed together. It is cruel
to separate God from humanity.

God as supreme,
as punitive body, as dogmatist.

That is contrary to everything
Jesus taught us.

I am terribly tired today.

Please excuse me,
my friends.

I thank you for being frank.

Make sure the Reverend
makes it to his new rectory.

I think you will both have a
rich field of activities.

I must excuse myself.
Reverend Primarius, please assist the guests?

Congratulations on your
impromptu sermon.

It made an impression
on Her Highness.

These are new times, very harsh and healthy.

God cares for his creations...
Yes, why not?

Bold personal interpretations
have become fashionable.

In my youth, had l...
Here I am fooling about!

Goodbye, Mrs. Bergman.

Goodbye, Reverend Bergman,
congratulations and good luck.

-No, no, no!
-What is it, Henrik?

-What are you saying no to?
-I'm saying no! I won't move here.

I have been an idiot!

Now I see perfectly, thank God
for Primarius and the distinguished Lady.

"Does suffering come from God?" The freedom
of the free, the triumph of nonsense!

Did you hear me ramble on?
I must have lost my mind!

Stop, Henrik!

There must be an end to such stupidity.
We're going home to Forsboda.

-I say no!
-I said stop!

lf you could hear yourself...
"l, l, l..." Such bullshit!

"I say no."
There are, in fact, two of us.

Maybe you have forgotten.
My name is Anna and I am your wife.

I am one of us, and I have
the right to say what I think.

You're behaving like
a hysterical primadonna.

What is it you have decided?

How dare you decide yourself
something so important for us?

Important for us! Now I'm crying
because you are trampling all over me.

You're trampling all over
your most faithful friend.

I'm crying because I'm furious.

Sorry...

What should we do?

-What do you want?
-I don't know any more.

-Can't we take life a bit easy?
-We aren't the type.

You aren't the type.

One of us has to give in,
and it'll be me. I don't know why I'm arguing?

You feel the call
to live and die in the wilderness-

-among heathens and cannibals.

I thought that
life would be bright and shiny.

Grand emotions, grand sacrifices,
not being buried alive...

I remember how we fantasized...

The nurse and the minister,
and suffering humanity.

-Our dreams have come true.
-No, Henrik.

We didn't dream about Forsboda.

Is it really that bad?

No, not until a few weeks ago,
because we had no choice.

I thought it would
be so fantastically wonderful.

Maybe that's a bit childish.

The parents will sit over there
and you confirmands here.

We'll start with a psalm... number 643.

Some bluebells?

Then I'll give a sermon,
and then the cross-examination.

Are you nervous? You shouldn't be.

I suggest we go through
the introduction once more.

PSALM
In the sweet summertime

Go out, my soul, and be glad

Great God's gifts

Look, how in adornment..

-Welcome!
-I came to fetch my daughters.

That was very thoughtful,
but they'll be busy for another hour.

We'll go through the questions and answers.

I understand that it may complicate things,
but my daughters cannot continue.

My wife or l
could bring the girls down.

There is no need for you to wait.

I came to fetch my daughters,
Susanna and Helena.

I understand.
Unfortunately, It is not possible.

-Susanna and Helena are occupied.
-Really?

They are occupied?
Susanna and Helena are occupied?

You can fetch them in an hour.

Susanna, come here.
Helena, come here.

Come now, my girls.
I can't wait.

I suggest we step outside,
there must be some misunderstanding.

There is no misunderstanding at all.

Regardless of time or place
they must obey their father.

-And if they don't obey?
-Don't drag out this little

I ask you politely to encourage
my daughters to follow their father.

What happens if l
ask you to leave the church?

-Then it will come to blows.
-Blows... against who?

-Against whoever.
-You are intoxicated.

You are also intoxicated,
Reverend Bergman.

In a more dangerous way. You are intoxicated
with your power over my daughters.

You are consciously humiliating me
in front of the children.

Susanna and Helena, go to your father.

Your order came exactly 30 seconds too late,
Reverend Bergman.

15 seconds ago I decided
to prevent their further participation.

-You can't do that.
-What can't I do?

Can't I stop my daughters from being
victims of an emotional rape?

A repulsive mimicry,
a foul orgy of blood and tears?

What is it I cannot do?

You are a vile man,
vindictive...

-... Jealous and loathsome.
-Stop it now, Henrik!

Interesting to hear a minister
belittle a father-

-with his children as witnesses.

A lieutenant goes riding,
gallop, gallop...

Then a gentleman goes riding,
hop-hop, hop-hop...

And then comes the old farmer,
humpty-dumpty, humpty-dumpty...

...and they all fall down!

Your grandmother needs to take a pill.

Do you like sleeping in your parents big bed
when your grandmother comes to visit?

I just love living in your fine room.

Your grandmother just needs to
stand up a bit. There's nothing wrong, Dag.

Your fat grandmother is really clumsy.

I think you should
get your mother and father.

Run to the kitchen and get your
mother and father to put me in bed.

Momma! Grandmother is sick.

-What did you say, darling?
-Grandmother is sick.

-Grandmother is sick?
-Yes.

Stay here.

What is wrong?
Go get the doctor, Henrik.

Come now!...

-Do you think the boy was afraid?
-No.

He's in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate
with Petrus and Mejan.

I was clumsy and lost my grip.

-Do you think Henrik will get back in time?
-He'll be back soon.

Will you leave Henrik?

No.

I have such a strange feeling.

We have had our difficulties,
but it is ok now.

I don't know why
I get so upset.

We're doing fine.

Henrik is so...

-Lonely?
-Inhibited.

I don't know.

No, I don't know.

I'll never leave him,
I promise.

Would you like something to drink,
some tea?

Yes, please.

My mouth is so dry
from the pills.

-Is grandmother sleeping?
-Yes, grandmother is sleeping.

-Do you need to pee?
-No, I already peed.

Look at your socks...
We'll get you new ones.

Where would you like your kiss?

-Is grandmother going to die now?
-No, she won't die now.

The doctor wasn't in.
His nurse, Blenda, promised to see to her.

She's sleeping now.
I went up with the tea tray.

I sat by her side
and she was quite lucid.

-I'll go up to her.
-No, change into dry clothes.

-She must have died peacefully.
-Yes, but alone.

She was always alone.

What's up?

-There was no wood this morning.
-But it's in the woodshed.

-It was the herring you ate yesterday.
-No.

-The sausage from your sandwich last night?
-What if I'm pregnant?

-We've been...
-... so careful?

-You said you wanted a child.
-I was just talking.

-Don't you want to go inside and lie down?
-No, I want to sit here with you.

I am so unhappy, Henrik.

Why are you unhappy?

Why does it have to be so
unpleasantly cold and dark?

-We chose this life.
-So quiet and lonely.

Can't we go somewhere?
Just a few weeks? One week?

I can't take off now,
while the Rector has the flu.

I miss my mother.
That seems silly.

I miss my mother,
Trädgårdsgatan and Ernst.

-I miss my brother.
-I'm sorry, darling.

Do you want another child?
Answer honestly, please?

I want ten, you know that.

I don't really want to be pregnant.

-I'll be very good.
-You'll be just as you always are...

-Why take that tone with me?
-You're so childish, Henrik.

-I want a grown-up and mature man.
-So you can be little and childish.

Well, now I feel better.

Let me take that!

..."and come there
before they could know"-

-" Lucien decided to do everything
possible to remain in high society."

There is something I have been pondering.

I would like to know
why we have become so few.

Could anyone explain
why we have become so few-

-and why no one comes to
the church and the sewing club?

Can anyone give an explanation?

Then I will ask directly...
What do you think Mrs. Tallrot?

I think everybody's afraid.

-Afraid?
-That's what I think.

I don't belong to the regular
churchgoers, but...

One can't help but notice things.

I don't understand why
anybody should be afraid.

There's a list in the office
of everyone in the sewing club.

-Why would Nordenson need that?
-It's not difficult to figure out.

-Well, if it is true.
-I don't understand...

The manager asked my husband, Adolf,
if his old lady...

...was still going to the old lady minister's
old lady Thursdays.

That's unbelievable.

Everyone remembers when Nordenson came
to the confirmation lessons in the chapel.

Helena has said that
her father will never forgive-

-the humiliation
in front of the confirmands...

Why has no one said anything?

Magna, have you known about this
and not said anything to us?

-You have seen how Thursdays...
-Yes, I have.

I think there's a better explanation.

-What do you mean?
-We'll talk about that another time.

-Why not now?
-Don't mind me. I'm already as furious as can be.

Magna, you call yourself our friend.
I ask you now - tell us what you know!

The rumor went around-

-that Henrik and Anna
went to visit Queen Viktoria-

-and that Henrik
was to become her chaplain.

Well, everybody started talking
and a few got fed up.

A few thought that Henrik was insincere-

-and wouldn't say that
he was thinking of leaving us.

But Magna, we did say no.

Henrik was to be a minister-

-at a big hospital
where the Queen was the chairwoman.

We were tempted,
is that so hard to understand?

Henrik said no.
I wasn't so sure, but Henrik said no.

-Oh?
-Now you know everything.

-One could disagree on that point.
-Nothing has changed.

We are staying here,
that's what we decided!

As some sort of a sacrifice?

-We want to be here.
-That's very nice of you...

-I don't understand why you are angry.
-I'm not angry. I'm disappointed.

-I don't follow you.
-No, that's obvious...

lf I were the minister
I would have taken the offer and gone.

-We thought we were needed.
-Sorry...?

Needed for what?

What could a charming young minister
and his wife accomplish-

-out here in this wretched place?

-Mrs. Kronström, why come every Thursday...
-I liked you.

I liked to listen to his readings.

I wanted to sit with the ladies,
and thought it was quite pleasant.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Goodbye, thanks for everything.
-Thank you for the valuable explanation.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

KNOCKING
Yes?

Pardon my intrusion,
but I need to say something important.

-Shouldn't we take a seat?
-No, I'll be leaving straight away...

Why did it have to be like this tonight?

I'm ashamed that I was
afraid to say what I thought.

I thought that what is happening...

...is exactly like the story
about my blouse.

One day this spring
I put on a pretty blouse.

The weather was fine and I thought
the children should see-

-that their teacher was well-dressed.

That they should see something pretty.

I was giving the children lessons,
nothing strange about that.

Then the talking started... It was almost
as though I had done something immoral.

Not that anyone came
and told me directly...

This evening was just like that blouse.

Such hatred?
Such resentment?

It's even more difficult
out here in this darkness.

You shouldn't have to bear
all this nastiness and darkness.

You must be exhausted with all this
rudeness, and here I am...

Sorry... No, don't say anything.

I appreciate that you
have listened so patiently.

Good night and excuse me.

That's it, Anna... I am certain now.

Now I know how important it is
that we don't let these folks down.

-Are you coming?
-Soon.

-Is there something?
-No, why do you ask?

-It's disturbing, the way you stomp around.
-Oh really...

-I'm going to bed.
-I'll be right there.

Henrik, we have to send Petrus away.
The sooner the better.

-Please, let's talk about it tomorrow.
-No, now!

Why the hurry?

I never agreed that he could live here
forever. Or that I would adopt him.

-You need to talk to Mrs. Johansson.
-Of course.

-I can't be responsible for another child.
-Don't be so angry.

I'm not angry!
I have tried to like him, but I don't.

-I'll speak with Mrs. Johansson.
-Tomorrow!

We're having another child.
When Petrus looks at me I get so angry.

It doesn't help when I tell myself that l
shouldn't have such an aversion to a child.

I have to get up at six...

-Do you understand what I am saying?
-Yes, I understand.

Then we'll sleep well.

Good night.

-Good night, angry one.
-Good night.

Today, we stop heating the big room.

We'll have to keep warm in the
kitchen and the bedroom.

I wonder if Dag has a fever?
Let's make sure he gets enough to drink.

-How is your cold?
-I'm afraid it might be consumption.

-It's not consumption.
-You're the nurse, and you know.

-Where are you going?
-To the post office,

-Are you going out in the cold, with your cold?
-I'll take the sled.

OK, then... I'll make the beds.

-We eat in an hour. Will you be back?
-I should be.

Petrus, read to Dag while I make the beds.

Close the door, you're letting out the heat.

I can't write my sermon
knowing that we are sending Petrus away.

-Do whatever you want.
-But we are deciding together?

Then we decide that you do
what you want - the sermon is important.

Petrus is a fellow human being.

-What is it?
-Nothing.

-Don't be so unfriendly.
-I am also a fellow human being.

-Anna...
-Go and write your sermon.

We'll leave it for now.
Isn't that better?

Mamma!

Mamma!

No... Dag... Petrus!

Petrus! Petrus, stop!

-Stop, Petrus!
-Mamma!

-Stop!
-Petrus!

-Stop, Petrus!
-Mamma!

-Mamma!
-Stop! Stop, Petrus!

-Mamma!
-Petrus, stop!

Stop, Petrus!

Stop!

Mamma!

Mamma!

Hello, Mrs. Johansson.

I'm sorry about the mess,
but the girls are sick.

-It's the same everywhere.
-I think all Petrus' things are here.

-I've packed some books.
-The minister told me everything.

-I hope you understand, Mrs. Johansson...
-Of course.

-Goodbye, Petrus.
-We should get going.

-Thanks for being patient and taking care of him.
-It's too bad it ended this way.

You couldn't have taken
care of him forever.

It's all for the best.

There was no way he could stay.

I think he understood.

He didn't even cry.

Why don't you respond?

Anna, it can't go on this way.

You have no grounds to
carry on like this.

It's as though everything was my fault.

Stop with the dishes! Turn around!

Talk to me!

-You've cut yourself with the plate.
-I don't give a damn.

Let's go. The girls don't need to hear this.

-You need to talk with me.
-It's no use.

Anything is better than silence.

That's what you say. I am responsible
for Dag and the new baby.

My responsibility tells me
that I need to leave.

My responsibility is more important
than my loyalty to you.

I don't understand.

I'm taking Dag and leaving.
You stay, it's your stubbornness.

-Where are you thinking of going?
-Home.

Your home is here.

You can't treat me this way.

-I have written to Mamma.
-What a triumph for her!

So, that's your first reaction?

-I forbid you to leave.
-You forbid nothing, Henrik.

How long will you be gone?

When you have gotten hold of your senses,
we'll talk about the future.

-What future?
-The Rector spoke with me.

He told me that
the offer in Stockholm is still open.

-Have you gone behind my back?
-Yes, you could say that.

-I don't think I'll ever forgive you for that.
-No, at least we know that.

I'll finish the dishes now.

-Go! I never want to see you anymore!
-Ow! You're being an idiot.

I knew this would happen,
that you would leave me.

...and stuck his fingers in his ears
and spat...

...and wiggled his tongue...

...looked up to heaven,
sighed and said: "Ephphatha! "

Ephphatha, Jesus my savior!

Then he opened his ears.

His tongue moved freely
and he spoke plain and clear.

Jesus forbade them to
mention what they had seen-

-but the more he forbade them,
the more they heralded it.

Let us praise Jesus Christ
for the miracles he gives us-

-every day and every hour.
God's grace be with all!

Especially those who
who have come in from the dark.

You, who are slave to your deeds.
You, who feel rejected.

You, who have dirt in your mouth
and the serpent's venom in your heart.

Grace be with you.
May you already, this night, see a great light!

In the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit...

-Amen.
-Amen!

-Hallelujah.
-Praise be the Lord.

PSALM

-Sleep well, my child.
-Goodnight, grandmother.

I have longed for this so terribly.

Now, at least you are here.

I got so tired.
Everyone was sick, and I became scared.

-When do you expect the child?
-The country doctor said in July.

You should go see Dr. Fürstenberg.
He expects you on Monday.

Mamma...

I feel so confused
I just want to cry.

You've been travelling all day.
Let's sit on the sofa?

Like old times...

Please sit down.

-Anna went to Uppsala.
-That's right.

-With your son?
-Anna's mother wanted to see her grandson.

-Will she be back for Christmas?
-I don't know.

Henrik, do you have any idea
when Anna will come home?

No.

-What happened?
-I'm not prepared to give confession.

-May I leave now?
-Naturally.

I don't want to seem unfriendly,
I appreciate your concern.

The situation is badly timed, discussing
my problems, while the whole factory

The factory's catastrophe is already a fact,
but your catastrophe can be avoided.

Was that all?

I want to remind you that the
offer in Stockholm is still open.

That's over and done with.
I know where I belong.

-And your wife?
-She has also made her choice.

Go now, Reverend, and make yourself useful.

-Leaving already?
-Yes, I need to go to the factory.

-How are you?
-Fine, excellent.

-When will Anna return?
-I have no idea.

We want our pay!

You can't simply close now!

-Open the factory!
-We want our pay!

-We need our jobs!
-It's useless to stand here.

A representative from the national
unemployment commission is on his way.

There's talk of starting up
again after the New Year.

The factory has orders on hand
and the creditors are in Gävle.

They are planning on continuing.

I ask you to return to your homes.

Everyone should return home
and wait for an update.

No! No! No!

We have no food for our families!

We haven't been paid for three weeks!

We want work - not promises!

I don't know.

He had his difficulties
and he hadn't said much lately.

He didn't want to make me worry.

I don't know anything at all.

Here is his suicide note.

Would you like to hear
what he wrote, Reverend?

"For the past few years, almost every evening,
I've gone to my study"-

-"locked the door and stuck the
barrel of my rifle in my mouth."

"I wouldn't say I was particularly desperate."

"I just wanted to be prepared
for the unavoidable."

"It will be a great relief
to enter the final solitude."

"I have no reason to
ask forgiveness for my death"-

-"even if it causes
practical and hygienic burdens."

"Neither can I find the reason
to ask for forgiveness for my life."

"I was, as you know, accused
of all sorts of mischief."

"Once in a while I profited,
it was amusing, but trivial."

"Life, itself, was one of
these banal little games."

"I am now appropriately intoxicated,
therefore I will put the period here.."

-Would you like to read a prayer?
-I don't think so.

I don't think your husband would appreciate
me reading a prayer at this moment.

Have you spoken to your daughters?

Yes, they are staying with
their grandmother for Christmas.

-Is there anything I could do?
-No... No, thanks.

I appreciate it that
you took the time.

Isn't it dreadful?
I'm going mad!

Are there any good little children here?

Or only ugly hags
and runaway wives?

Well, well, I should be serious.

-Are there any good boys here?
-Yes, there's one.

Aha, so there is...

Now, I deserve a shot. My Goodness, how the
ladies have gotten themselves dressed!

-I don't believe my eyes.
-It really is Christmas.

-Well, this is ridiculous.
-We do have our traditions, Carl.

Let's all sit at the table.
Dag, you'll sit with your grandmother.

In Jesus' name we take our seat,
and bless the Lord for the food we eat. Amen.

-Bon Appétit!
-Thanks.

Well, I don't see any
crisis or starvation.

SONG
A circle of children dance around,

The tree, so green
and sparkling in the room

Thank you, Mamma, for a lovely Christmas Eve.

Please, I think it was dreadful.

-Dag enjoyed it, in any case.
-I did too, Mamma.

Thanks Carl, my sweet.
That was very kind.

I'm not particularly sentimental,
but I felt like crying.

Then I said to myself: "Don't be silly,
what are you whining about?"

-One must be brave.
-I got a letter from Henrik this morning.

-I don't want to ask.
-He wrote that all is well.

-That's good to hear.
-He sends his greetings.

-Say hello, when you write back.
-I warned him, strongly, about the Åkerbloms.

He preaches in the big church now,
they closed the chapel.

-Then he really is doing well.
-It seems so.

He sent Mia and Mejan away last weekend.

-How does he manage his meals?
-The Rector often invites him over for dinner.

I'm glad he is doing well.

Anna...

The perfect time for this empty shell
to go to the hotel.

Thanks for a fine evening, dear Mamma.

Thank you, Miss Lisen.

Thank you, Anna, you cry-baby.

Not much is going right for you.

There you go, a big wet kiss.

Cry, my dear. Women cry
to make their eyes even prettier.

Yes, yes, I'm leaving now. I'm taking
the train to Stockholm tomorrow morning.

No, I can manage, stay where you are,
I'm not particularly drunk.

Say hi to my brothers,
and wish them a happy new year.

No, don't say hi to my brothers.

My capacity for dishonesty does have a limit.

Tonight it was reached and surpassed.
I won't get a new ration until the New Year.

-Goodnight, Carl.
-Goodnight, Carl.

-I'm going to bed.
-Goodnight, Miss Lisen.

I'm so afraid for Henrik,
I have such a bad conscience.

KNOCKING
Come in!

Hello, Henrik.
Keep it up this weekend.

I brought some sweets for you.

Gransjö says you are welcome
to celebrate the New Year with us.

There won't be many of us.

Should we just stand here?
Perhaps you could offer me something warm?

Please, come in and sit down.

My toes are frozen stiff.

Aha, you've moved into the kitchen.

I see that you are working on your sermon...

I know I'm a bother,
but I'll just catch my breath.

-How are you?
-Fine, excellent.

-You seem so angry, Henrik.
-I said I'm doing fine!

-It was just a polite question.
-You come running with your pity.

I can't live up to
your expectations.

I'll tell you one thing.
I am the lonesome sort.

It has always been like this.

My time with Anna and my son
just confused me.

It was as though a particular happiness
was reserved for me-

-that waited around
a corner all these years.

It was Anna who got me
to believe in it. Anna and Dag.

-Do you understand?
-I've talked it over with Gransjö.

We thought you should move in with us.

Wait a second, let me finish speaking.

You'll have a living room and a kitchen,
or you could eat with us.

I think the church council
would be pleased.

Then you can close the chapel
with a clear conscience.

Magda, it is nice of you
to think of me.

It is best for me
to live on the outskirts.

Then I sense the harshness, the clarity...

I can only find banalities
for something so important.

I have to discover myself
and live in privation.

Only then can I be a good minister.

I wasn't created for any greater role.
This life is enough for me.

Do you understand?

That seems very exaggerated.

I will leave.

Come, Dag, we're going out.
What lovely weather.

Can we get some ice cream?

-We can all go out to the summer house.
-Dag needs to visit the countryside.

Mamma, may I go with
grandmother and pick flowers?

-What do you want?
-It's just an impulse.

There was an overnight train.

What do you want?

I just want to say...

I think about you two very often.

-I won't go back.
-I know.

-No matter what you say...
-I know.

I've had such anxiety
and felt like a traitor.

It's better now, but you can't just
take that away from me again.

I couldn't stand it.

You will never have to go back,
I promise.

I wrote to Reverend Primarius
and accepted the position.

We move to Stockholm this fall.

Maybe we'll never
be able to leave each other.

So, you don't want to stay together?

You know that I do.

I want nothing else.

It's the only thing I want.