All language subtitles for Портовый город.1080_Track05

PORT OF CALL

No!

Let go of me!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

- What happened?
- A girl jumped in.

She must have gotten a cramp.
It's too cold to be swimming.

No!

Let me go!

Put me down!
Leave me alone!

Well, I'll be! Gösta!

The very same. Hello!

Hello there!

I'm a landlubber now.

Hello.

We sailed together.

Have a seat.
- Want to play?

- From the States?
- No, the East indies.

Tea, spices, rice, zinc
and Australian wool.

Yes, but no more.
Eight years at sea is enough.

You can put up here.

That bunk's available,
and the rent's not bad.

You can get work on the docks.
- The docks.

Not good enough?
Want to be the boss right off?

You could start on the docks

while you're looking
for something else.

That's the ticket! All's well
when the birds come home to roost.

- 935.
- Here.

- 376.
- Here.

- 545.
- Here.

- 671.
- Here.

You all start at 7:30 in berth 34,
the Saga.

Pull her up!

- Aren't you going out?
- Don't think so.

On a Saturday night?
I'll be damned!

Don't feel like it.

Have you gone and fallen in love?

Or caught something?

Either one in a long time.

Then cheer up.

You've got your severance pay.
As long as you've got dough,

you'll get both ladies and booze.

Oh, that.

We all have our ups and downs,
don't we?

We'll chalk it up
to spring fatigue.

- What are you reading?
- A book.

I can see that.
Who wrote it?

A sailor by the name
of Martinson.

Do you really read this stuff?

You're not interested
in books at all?

I used to be.

My old man was a schoolmaster.
He had lots of books.

At your age you feel lonely.

You're at sea.
You see a lot of things.

But you feel you're missing out
on most of it.

So I stopped.

I took to drinking instead.

Books just make things worse.

But go ahead and read.

Bye.

See ya.

- It's busy tonight.
- I suppose it is.

- It gets hot when it's this packed.
- I suppose.

- The band's not bad.
- I've heard better.

At least someone's going all out.

Looks silly to me.
They must be foreigners.

It's busy tonight.

It could be worse.

It gets hot
when it's this packed.

- You only have one thing left to say.
- What's that?

- That the band's good.
- Oh, right.

- All the guys say the same thing.
- Do they?

But in a lot
of different ways.

This isn't much fun.
Shall we leave?

- I was just about to.
- Great. Let's go.

Hello, Berit.

Come here a minute.
- I don't want to.

- Goddamned milkmaid.
- Acting the country virgin.

Shut up.

Don't mind those bastards.

Though you could have said hello.

Don't be so touchy.

Just laugh in their faces
and hit back.

I don't want to be with the gang.
I don't want to come back.

You think they'll let you off?

Well, if you don't want to...
Maybe one day we'll be friends again.

I have to go now.

All right.

I know exactly how you feel.

This feels better.

Why?

Why? Don't be difficult.

Is that what you expected?

So...

you live here on your own?

No, it's my family home.

So where are they?

Dad's at sea.
He's a first mate.

Mom's visiting an aunt.

Cigarette?

- No, thanks. I don't smoke.
- A nice girl.

Ice house.

It's all right.

If only I had a bit more freedom.
- How do you mean?

Ever mind.

- Why did you kiss me?
- You ask a lot of questions.

Because I like you.

- Do you?
- Yes. I think you're beautiful.

I want to do it again.

- Of course you do.
- You sound funny.

Don't worry about me.

- You want some coffee?
- No.

I don't want any coffee.

Well...

good-bye.

Tired?

So-so.
I've got to go to work.

- On a Sunday?
- Yes.

I do shift work.

Bye, then.

Will you come back?

Come back?

We agreed on it.

Wednesday at 8:00 - you bet!
Bye now.

LONELY

- You haven't left for work?
- That's my business.

I suppose you don't care
if you're late.

- You weren't due back until Monday.
- I changed my mind.

To spy on me?

- I was worried.
- Right.

- What did you do last night?
- I went to a movie.

- And after that?
- I came home.

Alone?

What do you think?

- You're lying.
- Am I?

- You brought a boy home.
- That's not true.

Isn't it?

- I smoked those.
- Don't fib. You don't smoke.

So what are you going
to do about it?

You know I have to call
Miss Villander and report you.

Go ahead, report me! Lock me up
for another couple of years.

- I turn my back and you're at it.
- It was so nice with you gone.

I should have known
I couldn't trust you.

- How could you?
- Don't put on an act.

Go ahead. Hit your own mother.
It'd be just like you.

Just what I'd expect.

- Berit! Don't you have anything to say?
- Just let me go!

If you apologize,
I won't report you.

I won't ask your forgiveness.

- Ever!
- Careful now.

- Let me go!
- Don't touch me!

Mr. Villander wants
to talk to you.

His sister's here.
You know - the social worker.

Mr. Villander asked how you're doing.
I said you were first-rate.

But the social worker looked angry.
- Really?

Did you do something
you shouldn't have?

- How would I know?
- I've done all I can.

One would expect some reward.
- In your dreams!

- You might enjoy it too.
- Forget it.

Is that so?

The girls say
you're not a real man!

- Hello.
- Hello, Miss Holm.

Miss Villander
would like a word with you.

I see.

I suppose you know
why I'm here, Berit.

- I'll leave you two alone.
- No, stay.

I'm used to it.

- Your mother called me yesterday.
- She's in the habit of blabbing.

You're privileged to live at home
with your mother.

Living with Mom is worse
than the reformatory.

You should be ashamed
to talk like that. And don't interrupt.

In that case,
I'll go back to work.

Don't speak to me like that.

Do you want to go back
to the reformatory?

No one cares
how they speak to me.

I'll end up going back whether I like it
or not. I'm not usually consulted.

You must try to understand
your mother.

I'm sure she wants
what's best for you.

Is that why
she's so shitty to me?

Berit! What language!

I learned it
in the reformatory,

and here, and all the other places
you've sent me.

If I once had a hope of your reforming,
I don't anymore.

So I'm going back?

I won't go! I won't!

I don't want to be here! I want to be
rid of you! I want to be free!

No one understands how much
I want to be myself, to be left alone!

That's not for me to decide.

You may go, Berit.

Wait a moment.
Please listen to me.

You said you're not happy here.

If there's anything I can do,
I'd be happy to.

Don't be afraid to tell me.

I don't like ruining my hands.

I'm a milliner. That's what I know.
I like making hats.

A cleaner job
might be better for you.

In inspection, for example?
- Yes, sir, I think so.

Dear Agneta, give Miss Holm
another chance before reporting her.

I can't make
that decision on my own.

You can return to work
for the time being, Miss Holm.

You were very accommodating
with the girl.

Shouldn't one be?

I do my best.
It's not easy.

Why not give her
a decent chance?

It's not that easy, dear Bengt.

- She shouldn't have to live at home.
- Would you take in a bastard?

Sort things out
when she falls in with a gang?

When she catches VD
or steals something?

Your lack of optimism
is fascinating.

There's a reason for it. Ever heard
of how we "pamper the riffraff'?"

- Are you scared of her?
- Scared?

You seem to be.

She's difficult to handle,
if that's what you mean.

Everybody thinks so.

If she's so difficult, does it matter
if the experiment fails?

No. But I'll have to see
what my colleagues think.

Of course.

Lay off the sarcasm, please.

I told you I can't take
personal responsibility.

Then who will?

I wish I knew.

We'll have to work overtime to finish.
Can you stay?

Like the girl in the street,
I say, "Sure, sure."

I'll do it.

Aren't you seeing
that girl at 8:00?

Yeah, he's gotta look after her.

It's not all that important.

Young people today!

Not worth having, eh?

THE ROAD TO HAPPINESS

- You're very dressed up.
- Am I? Not really.

I can see you are.
Are you seeing someone?

Who would I be seeing?
I'm just going to a movie.

- Which one?
- I don't know.

- Run along, or you'll be late.
- Stop nagging and leave me alone!

Waiting for someone
to pick you up?

No.

You seem on edge.

- What if I am?
- Isn't he coming?

Leave me alone.

If he's a nice boy,
you could introduce him to me.

Not that I expect it.

- What don't you expect?
- That he'd be a nice boy.

There's no one
by that name here.

Dad sent a cable
saying he'll be home soon.

Isn't that nice?

- Are you getting a divorce?
- No, we're making a fresh start.

- When was that decided? Yesterday?
- I decided.

- So we're on our way to hell again?
- I don't know what you mean.

Poor Dad.

He wrote that he misses me.

He's always been
a little crazy.

I so wish that you
could be happy too, dear.

- Stop touching me.
- I do care for you.

I'm always thinking about you,
worrying over you.

You're very kind.

You'd be even kinder
if you'd leave me alone.

Should you speak like that
to your mother?

Oh, for God's sake!

You're callous, Berit.
But that will bring its own punishment.

I wish you were dead!

I wish I were dead.

One says things like that
at your age.

When I see you
waiting for Dad,

I know what it'll be like.

"The porridge is too salty."
And then the fights will start.

First the small ones,
then the long nights filled with hatred.

That's all over now, Berit.

We're getting older.

As you know, I've been talking to
the vicar. Everything's going to change.

For you too.

You're such a liar.
You fool yourself,

and everyone else too,
including Dad!

But not me.

I know you're always lying.
Always!

You'll regret
what you just said.

Don't touch me!

I should kill you!

You think you frighten me?

I should kill you,
and Berit, and myself!

You're insane.
You should be locked away.

I'm insane, you say?

Who's always yelling around here,
and who's the calm one?

You can't hear yourself.

- If that's how it is, I can leave!
- By all means, just go.

It's hell when you're home.

Berit!

Berit, come here.

Come to Daddy.
Don't be frightened.

Is it horrible
when I'm home?

- Don't drag her into this.
- You're hurting her.

What about the way you act?

You're the one hurting her!

Is that true, Berit?
Come to Daddy.

Don't touch her!
I'll slap your face!

She's my child too!

Poor little Berit.

What a father you have!

Mommy's little Berit,
what a father you have!

Poor little Berit!

Hi there.

Hi.

So you came after all.
- Did you think I wouldn't?

I didn't think you wanted to.

Shall we go to a movie?
There's a good one at the Victoria.

- Gösta.
- Yes?

- You weren't going to come.
- Oh, I don't know. Maybe not.

Then why did you?

This is our stop.

- Hello, Berit.
- Hello.

- Who was that guy?
- His name's Cocky.

He's a foreman at the factory.

Two, please.

Hello there, Berit.

- You look cold.
- The girl's got nice pins.

- What do they want?
- They're drunk.

What's the hurry?

Come with us. What do you want
with that old sea dog?

- No, Gösta!
- All the times I've saved you at work.

Damn, the stern's rolling nicely!

Berit, you could take on
three guys, couldn't you?

Go to hell!

Come on, Gösta, let's run!
Don't mind them!

Want me to give you
a licking, boy?

You and who else?

- The police might come!
- The police! What a hero, eh?

Stick your neck out
and it'll get chopped off.

- Let's go in there, if you dare.
- Dare!

Gösta!

Gösta, no!

Watch out!

Behind you!

Damn you!

You shouldn't act so stuck up.

Goddamned reformatory tart!

Wake up, Gösta.

- How do you feel?
- Feel!

Don't touch me.

Why haven't you gone home?

Home?

Yeah.

Look at those stockings.

- They don't matter.
- I'll pay for them.

Don't be stupid!

It'd be better if you paid
for a taxi home.

Help me take these rags off.

- We're not wearing rings.
- Hide your left hand in your pocket.

- I don't have any pockets.
- Keep your gloves on, like a lady.

We're being
the lord and lady this weekend.

Would Your Ladyship care
for a walk before dinner?

That would be lovely,
Your Lordship.

- Did you call, sir?
- No.

- Did you?
- No.

I'm sorry.

Berit, is that you?

Gertrud!

You work here?
- So you ladies know each other.

Friends from school?

You could say that.

- Is this your husband?
- Yes, I'm the husband.

- Congratulations, Berit.
- Thanks.

Not everyone has your luck.

- Why don't you call me sometime?
- I'd love to chat.

Yes.

- Just call if you need anything.
- Thank you, miss.

Gertrud!

Please don't say anything.

I mean about the reformatory.

Not for my sake.
For Gösta's.

- Doesn't he know?
- No, he doesn't.

- Trust me.
- Can I?

Would the old gang
let you down?

Thanks, Gertrud.

- Is he all right?
- How do you mean?

Is he flush?

Not at all.
He's just a simple sailor.

Then what are you doing here?

He brought me here
for my birthday.

How sweet.

Take good care of him.
- How are you?

Kind of you to ask.

I'm just peachy,
if you must know.

Do you know Mrs. Krona?

What are you saying?
Are you -

Yes, I'll be paying her
a visit soon.

- Poor Gertrud.
- But she's expensive.

Could you lend me some money?
- How much?

I need another 50.

I can give you 25.

But be careful, Gertrud.

Be careful?

Could you send it
to me here?

Is there any other way
I can help?

You're sweet.

You'd better get back
to your guy now,

or he'll wonder
what we've got to talk about.

What did you talk about
for so long?

Nothing in particular.
We just said hello.

You went all funny
when you saw her.

I'm not too fond of her.

She's good-looking.

I suppose she is.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

- Was it something I said?
- No.

You mustn't ever leave me.

Yes, you can leave me,

but do it soon,
or it'll hurt too much.

Why should I leave you?

- Because you don't know.
- Don't know?

Because I don't know
what I'm saying? But I do.

I love you, and I've said it
more than once.

Yes, you have.

Why don't you believe me?

Why haven't you ever said
you love me?

- Because if you don't -
- I do!

Then say it.

I don't want to.

I hate those words.

Everybody says that
without meaning it.

They only say it to -
- Don't say any more.

It'll only hurt.

You think that's why I said it?
- No.

Yes - every time you said it.

But I like you so much.

It's all I have to give to keep you.

And it's the very thing
that might make you tire of me.

When you love someone for real,

what you're afraid of
will make your love even stronger.

You have to believe me.

Why do some people get everything,
while others get nothing?

It's so awful being lonely.

You've been so kind.

Little one...

life isn't as black
as we sometimes think it is.

We'll have our chance too.

And I'll teach you to say
you love me.

I'm sorry, Gösta.

Would Your Ladyship care
for that stroll now?

Gösta...

my love.

- I thought you were asleep.
- I'm not awake.

I'm dreaming.
Did you say something?

I was being silly.

I've been talking to you all night.

Could you repeat the last part?

I care for you.

I love you.

See? You learned to say it.

You taught me.

Are you happy now?

Yes.

Though it would have been better
if we'd never met.

Ow that I know
what happiness is,

it'll only be worse later.

There you go again.

I've been turning it over
in my mind,

and I've decided to tell you
what I've been through.

It's better if I'm honest now
than if you hear it from others later.

It's just so hard to start.
- Then don't!

I didn't think you were a saint.
I sure as hell am not.

We didn't know we'd meet.
- I have to.

So you can't say I deceived you.
- Then go ahead.

It makes no difference anyway.
We're all entitled to live our lives.

Are you scared?

Me? No.

Why would you think that?
- It feels like it.

It would be easy to blame
everything on my parents.

They always said
they stayed together for my sake.

It was all right
as long as Dad was at sea.

Then his ship was torpedoed.

He suffered nerve damage
and was home for a year.

It got worse and worse.

I couldn't be at home.

I spent evenings
with the girls from millinery school.

I tried to stay out
as late as I could,

so they'd be asleep
when I got home.

One night Mom
was waiting up for me.

Where have you been all night?

You've never cared
about that before.

Anyway,
it's none of your business.

Oh, isn't it?

Then you can stay out there
and think it over,

and learn
to come home on time!

Mom, open the door!

Hi there.

Why are you sitting here?
- one of your business.

Are you upset?

No. Don't mind me.

Did your mom kick you out?
Or your old man?

No.

So you just sit here, waiting
to be welcomed back into the fold?

I've got nowhere to go.

Can you imagine their faces
if you just disappeared?

How would I do that?

Come and stay with me.

You're crazy.

Come on!

- Where do you live?
- Don't you know?

No.

I don't know you, do I?

Come with me.
I've got my own pad.

All unmodern conveniences.
Come on.

No.

I don't know if I dare.
- Don't worry, sweetie.

No honest intentions here.

Clean sheets
and a daily meal at the milk bar.

The name's Tomas. Howdy!

I think I'll go with you.

- What's your name?
- Berit.

Berit? Ice.

Hi, Berit!

We lived together,
and he was very sweet to me.

They put out my description
over the radio.

Someone told the police
where I was.

The Child Welfare Department
came first.

Mom said she couldn't handle me,
that she'd had enough.

She asked them to help her.

They were very obliging
and promised to do all they would.

That meant the reformatory.

As has been proven
in the vase of Berit Irene Holm,

the circumstances are such

as regulated in paragraph 22d
of the Children and Young Persons Act.

The Department finds the measures
prescribed in paragraph 23 futile

and recommends that,
in accordance with paragraph 24,

the girl be sent
to reformatory school.

As a suspended sentence
would be considered a risk,

the verdict should be put
into effect immediately.

Passengers for
the Gothenburg express,

please take your seats.

When holy Jesus
to mankind was born

There to redeem

The sins of the world

For our sake
did he die on the cross

You're very kind to us.

I didn't know what to do
during these two hours in Stockholm.

We're delighted to help. We want
to give the girls a happy memory.

Something to remember
and gain strength from.

You're very kind.

I'm sure the girls
appreciate it very much.

It was so much worse
than I could have imagined.

I wanted to scream.
I was so scared and lonely.

Winter and spring were all right,
but the summer was awful.

Of all the girls, it was hardest
for Gertrud to adjust.

At night she'd sneak down
and sleep with the gardener.

In return, he gave her the things
we were forbidden to have.

Cigarettes, perfume,

Lipstick,

decent underwear.

I spent 14 months there.

When I got out,
they placed me with a charitable soul.

I survived on her charity,
and I was constantly being watched.

She had a son
who was nice to me.

I think he fell in love with me.

His mother found out about us
and reported me, of course.

I ran away and ended up
in Stockholm.

They caught me a second time.

I was sent to another place,
where I spent over two years.

I got out and had started working
at the factory when I met Gunnar.

He was kind to me and said
he didn't mind that I'd been inside.

He took me
to meet his parents.

They were kind to me too.

I thought it was all over.

Then disaster struck,
and everything fell to pieces again.

You let us treat you like
Gunnar's girl without saying a word.

You kept us in the dark.
We can't forgive that.

Isn't that so, Johan?
- Maybe she was scared.

Even so, you should always
tell the truth.

What do we do now?

There's only one thing to do.

- If Berit goes, I go with her.
- Don't talk rubbish, Gunnar.

- I mean it.
- It's for your own good.

No need to send me away.
I'll go of my own accord.

- Don't come with me.
- It's my fault.

I thought you'd told them.
You said you had!

I know, I know.

- Good-bye, Gunnar.
- Can't we meet?

No.

- You never want to see me again?
- It's over.

You won't do anything rash,
will you?

I threw myself in the sea.

That was just before I met you.

Well, now you know.

Aren't you going to leave?

Just go!

Don't worry about me.

Just go!
It's what you want to do.

How many guys have you had?

No, Gösta.

Why couldn't you
have kept your mouth shut?

You look a bit peaked, mate.
Girl trouble?

I'd rather get knifed
than let them gut me!

Aren't you getting any?

You should've seen the dame
I picked up the other night.

Boy, what a treat!
- Shut up!

- What's with you?
- Steady, boys!

Take it easy, Gösta.

Get yourself a new girl.
It's the only thing that works.

All that talk about love
is just a load of bull.

Why's it so hard to be
the kind of man you'd like to be?

Why's it so easy to overlook faults
in yourself, but not in others?

I don't know,
but it's like that for everyone.

I want to be fair,
and Berit's had a tough time.

If you want to be the good Samaritan,
you'd better watch out.

It all seems so meaningless.

Meaningless?

It is.

You sound so cynical.
You've got to believe in something.

Like what? Women?

Justice? Brotherhood?

Ah, it's all in tatters.
It's all the same old shit.

There's nothing but selfishness.
- Is there nothing that lasts?

Don't ask me.
- Then who?

Idiot! Ask your girl.

If you need a hand to hold,
grab hers.

No one else cares.

- Forget about all she said?
- Give it a go.

All right.
I guess it's worth a try.

What's wrong?

What's wrong with you?

Why aren't you eating anything?

I'm not hungry.

- Who's this fella here?
- That's Gunnar.

Oh, him.

The guy you were with
before me.

He looks nice.
- You think?

Likeable. Really likeable.

Decent. Is he as decent
as he looks?

I could be pals with him.

If I met him, that is.

Just the type of guy I like.

I can see why you liked him.

- Go away!
- You're acting strange.

Did I do something?

- Why torment each other like this?
- Oh, don't be silly.

I can't take any more.
Just go.

I know I should've told you
about myself right off.

It's all my fault.

Please go.

Nothing could be worse than this.

Don't start blubbering!

Telephone call for you.

How do you do.

So you're Gösta.

Yes.

- Berit has talked a lot about you.
- Oh?

Take good care of her.

I'll tell you one thing:
I can't handle the girl.

It's as if she has
an aversion towards me.

It's not easy, you know.
I am her mother, after all.

I've thought about it so much.

It's not easy growing up
in the midst of strife,

and things weren't always as they
should have been in this house.

And you know...

her father has very poor nerves.

All the same,
we've tried to be decent and honest,

but sometimes -

Well, you know that Berit
was in a reformatory.

We couldn't handle her,
and I think it helped.

I wouldn't call her loose, but there
were boys - forgive my bluntness.

If you care for Berit, which I hope
you do, then you need to know.

Thanks. I already do.

I do hope you'll stay together,
for Berit's sake.

She gets her bad disposition
from her father.

- Where are you going?
- Let me go.

I won't let you go
until you tell me.

Idiot! I'm going to see Gertrud.
- Why so sudden?

She needs my help.

You stay here and let Mom tell you
what I'm really like.

If you didn't know already!

You must take her away
immediately.

She can't stay here.
You must see that.

Of course she's in pain.
The anesthetic is wearing off.

I've given her nothing but the usual
treatment. It's absolutely harmless.

The fetus will abort
in a few days.

It will hurt, but not as much
as she says. I think it's her nerves.

- How are you, Gertrud?
- Thanks for coming.

I have to leave,
but it hurts so bad.

You really must go now.

I've done hundreds of operations.
ot one has gone wrong.

I'm extremely careful.

I take no risks whatsoever.

You must leave now.

If you ask me,
she's just being silly.

- Where shall we go?
- I don't know.

I have no idea.

I can't go home.

Don't you know anywhere?
- I'll call a taxi.

- What did she do to you?
- She gave me a shot.

At first it was awful, but she'd given
me a pill, so the pain lessened.

It started up again
just as I was leaving.

I'm so scared.

Where shall we go?
- Yes, where?

- The taxi will be here soon.
- I know where we can go.

Do you have to whistle that tune?

Am I disturbing you?

You're driving me insane.

- It's probably Gustav, drunk.
- Let's not open it.

He's pounding the door in.
Ask him what he wants.

- What is it?
- Gertrud's ill.

I'll be off.

- We've got to get a doctor.
- No doctor.

- They'd send her away again.
- Why?

Oh, I see.
- No doctor.

I don't want to go back!

What the hell can we do?

Go call an ambulance.

I feel so strange, Berit.

You think it's serious?

I'm so scared!

I think I'm bleeding a lot.

You have to do something.

Is it a lot?

What did she do to you?

What happened?

Please stay here.

Gösta.

Please come with me.

Look.

Isn't that nice of Joe?
He doesn't even know you.

He said you looked
like you needed it.

I told him you were drunk...

but he said you could do
with some more.

Was that your girl
they took away in the ambulance?

- What was wrong with her?
- She's dead!

I'll be damned.

Don't shout at me.

We took care of you,
drunk and all.

- I was just sad.
- Sure.

I'd hardly drunk anything by then.

Joe said you've got kind eyes.

I think so too.

But don't shout at me.

When the bowl's full,
it overflows.

And when the ship goes down,
you jump ship.

You try to swim ashore, see.

Swim.

Swim anywhere
in the South Pacific,

as long as you're not pulled down
into the whirlpools.

Down, you hear me?

There you have it,
Mr. Gösta Andersson.

"Conscience, " they say.

No.

Is that a deck hand
blubbering astern?

Wiping away his tears,
homesick for Mommy.

What goddamned conscience!

Do you know how old I am?

I'm 29.

Hard to believe, eh?

I can't believe it myself.

You with the red toenails,

have you ever seen
a dead person?

Have you ever seen
a two-legged, 150-pound swine?

Did anyone ever beg you to stay...

and you just walked away?

I've been through all that.

But it doesn't affect me...

even though I'm 29.

You see,
I have no conscience.

Do you have a conscience?

Answer me!
- Stop it.

You can go to hell!

Goddamned conscience!

Damn you!

Open up!

Put him in the courtyard, Joe.

Berit!

You can go home, Mr. Grunbach.
We're finished with you.

Thank you, inspector.

Why didn't she say something?

I wouldn't have minded
if she'd had a kid.

But now she's dead.

The Lord gave,
and the Lord had taken away.

I always knew my daughter
was born to misfortune.

She never gave me any joy.
Perhaps it's turned out for the best.

I'll be off then.

I thank you all for your kindness.

Miss Holm, tell us
the address of that abortionist

and we can all go home.

Do you realize
what your silence will mean?

Murderers have to be caught,
don't you agree?

That abortionist killed your friend,
yet you protect the party concerned.

I knew a posh girl who got pregnant
by a boy who was a bit retarded.

She had an abortion,

arranged by the Board of Health,
with a world-famous surgeon.

What's that got to do with this?

Those of us who are less well off
have to make do the best we can.

- Even with these consequences?
- Some die, of course.

We take what help we can get.
- You hear what she's like!

- Stop being ridiculous.
- ow, now.

Wouldn't it have been better
if she'd had the child?

- I don't know.
- Would you have done the same?

Yes.

You slut!

Calm down, Mrs. Holm,
or leave the room.

I think Miss Villander
has a proposition for you, Miss Holm.

- Well, that depends.
- Indeed.

What is it?

If you give the police
the address of this abortionist,

we won't let them drag you
through the mud in court.

I promise to do all I can
to keep you out of it.

You don't believe me?

No, why should I?

I give you my word.

Help us, Berit.
- Why should I help you?

Does anyone have a cigarette?

It's not that your attitude
makes me indignant, Miss Holm.

I'm angry at your stupidity!

You do understand that you'll get
three years this time? At least.

Or prison.
I couldn't say which.

But you don't care, of course?
- No.

- In that case...
- We'll let the matter take its course.

Come in, Sister.

Come with me.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

Whatever you want.

Forgive me. I'm a -

What did you say?

I'm sorry.

I'm a swine
and a rotten bastard.

Oh, Gösta!

I'm so happy you came.

- Did you miss me?
- Yes.

Good, because I missed you.

Listen.

Let's get away from all this.

We can't do that.

What if we're caught?
- We won't be.

I'll talk to my buddy.
He knows about these things.

I'll do the talking.

- I can speak a little German.
- So can I.

- How did it go?
- The coast is clear.

We leave tomorrow morning.

- Is it expensive?
- No more than it's worth.

- Are you having second thoughts?
- Second thoughts?

What do you mean?

- You're so quiet.
- I can't talk all the time.

- It feels odd, running away like this.
- You've done it before.

I know, but...

- Listen.
- Yes?

There's something
I've been thinking about.

Things were worse a year ago.

A lot has changed since then,
if you think about it.

- So you mean it's silly to leave?
- I didn't say that.

A lot of things
still haven't been set right.

Your probation.
Your mom. My job.

All kinds of bother and trouble.
That's true.

It all gets to be too much.

But we have each other.
We didn't have that before.

- I'm not much to have.
- To me you are.

Things must be all right, then.

Something tells me
it would be foolish to run away.

Not because we'd get caught,
but for our own sake.

- You think so too?
- You too?

It couldn't be worse for me
than for you.

I'm used to it.

You know, I feel like
taking on the whole bunch of them.

- The social worker too?
- Sure, and your mom too.

The devil's own grandmother,
if need be.

- What is it, Gösta?
- Let's stay.

I can feel it in my bones.
Let's stay here.

- It'll be hard, but it could work.
- People like us mustn't give up.

We won't give up!

No.

And soon it'll be summer!