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No, no, no... Jolina!

No, no, no...

Go get the pastor!

-Where's Jussi?
-I don't know.

-What?
-He went out... yesterday.

-What's happened?
-Pastor, can't you see?

Such a pity for such a sweet girl
to go that way.

They become so blue
when they've hung themselves.

Ugly and swollen.

My condolences.

A Christian isn't
allowed to do this, are they?

No.

I will write a report for tomorrow.

So, where's the Lapp?

Someone made the girl do this,
and that son of a bitch will pay for it.

Do you want to say something, Sheriff?

No, I want to know
where your damn Lapp is.

That is the last time you insult my son.

Huh.

So, where is he, then?

Let us honor her memory.

If I may I ask, when you found her,
was there a stool under the tree?

No.

She must've climbed up
and jumped from there.

You didn't hear her leave the room?

It must've late at night,
when we were asleep.

And where was her friend?
Maria was staying with her, right?

Yesterday morning, I told her to go.

What for?

The girls were going to run away,
when... when Jolina recovered.

And your dog,
she wasn't barking last night?

Mm. Siiri isn't here.

She's in heat.
She sometimes runs away then.

When was the last time you saw her?

I believe it was yesterday.

We should probably look for her.

Dear Lord, forgive me. Receive this girl.

Pastor!

Pastor!

We found Siiri.

We followed the flies.

-Do you hunt for fox?
-Well, uh, I suppose, occasionally.

How do you do it?

Well, with a gin trap.

-And do you use poison?
-No.

So, Pastor, you think...

I've seen strychnine poisoning
in foxes before,

but they normally show clearer signs
of cramping.

Is this your rope?

Jolina didn't do this to herself.

But someone wants it to look so.

It's my fault. It's all my fault.

-No.
-Yes.

I said you'd scare off the murderer,
and then he her.

It was my choice to do it. Only mine.

I underestimated him.
This man won't be scared off easily.

He knew that I would find the cross there.
He's mocking me, Kajsa.

And God also.

He poisoned that dog
and staged the suicide.

Everything was carefully planned.

He knows that he cannot fool me,
but he can fool others.

Lasse...

What happened yesterday?

You spoke to Jussi, and since then,
it's like you're somewhere else.

I...

I thought that it was Jussi.

I didn't want to.
However, I saw that there were signs.

The thought...

No matter what I tried,
I couldn't get it out of my head.

So I asked to see his shoulder.

And when he looked at me...

I saw the light go out of his eyes.

Oh, my God.

But there was no wound there.

Of course not.

Do you understand?

Jussi, come here!

Jussi, come here!

Come back, my little hare!

Don't you run away!

Juhá! Anne Maaret! Where did you go?

Are you here...? Where are you?

Let's go. We'll leave her.

-Juhá!
-She's a devil. We're going to die here.

I don't want to leave this place!

-We have to go!
-I want to stay with Mother.

Anne Maaret!

Anne Maaret!

Mother, let's go.

Curse you, girl. Were you hiding?

I've been collecting firewood.

You won't hit her anymore!
You understand me?

-You think you're... a man now.
-Anne Maaret, come now.

Let go of me! Mother.

There, there...

There, there, little hare.

Who are you?

Anne Maaret, do you recognize me?

Jussi?

Where's Mother?

Watch out, or he's going to eat you.

I do have a taste for little children.

Why are you talking like that?

Because I'm a man-eater!

My boy is perplexed by the way you speak.

-Were you in Sweden?
-Kengis.

What did you do there?

I lived with a family.

But you already had
a family back here, right?

Why did you abandon your sister?

And your mother?

So, how did she die?

She had an illness.

She drank herself to death?

She had an illness.

She was a drunk who beat us.
That's why I left. Don't you remember?

I tried to bring you with me.

I know I shouldn't have left.
I should have stayed and protected you.

No, Jussi! You're wrong!

She was a good mother.

-It's just she was sick and poor.
-She was a devil!

No, she loved us, Jussi.

She was devastated when you left here.
She asked where you had gone,

what you were doing,
when you were coming back to us.

And I promised her
that you'd come one day.

Anne Maaret! Wait!

What were they like,
the people you lived with?

It was a pastor and his family.

Did he beat you?

No, he never did.

And what happened to your leg?

Did she do that to you?

Why did you come back here, Jussi?

Because I missed you, terribly.

It was God's will.

No, how could you even say that?

It's difficult to understand His ways.
We are merely human.

But Jolina was a sinner, and in that case,
God punished her, so...

But she was attacked!

And then he raped her!
She told me all of it.

Only God knows what happened that night.
And we have to follow what He says.

And walk righteously. It is difficult.

However, it's the path
that leads us to heaven.

Jolina is gone now,
but you have your whole life ahead now.

And you could have a good life with Roope.

Let's do what's been decided.

Get off now!

What was that?

Has Madam not ever experienced
passion before?

-That was something else entirely.
-Women don't usually complain.

Don't say anything.
This stays between us.

Surely, even a widow
deserves a little love.

-Watch your tongue, you pig!
-My apologies.

Good evening.

Mr. Beronius.

From last night, that malt drink we had,
is there more?

Uh, yes, sir.
Would you like it in your room?

No, no, I'll wait for it here.

Well, look at that. Maria.

I was beginning to believe
you had vanished.

-What do you want?
-So straightforward.

The same thing you want.

Forgive me for my tactlessness.
I offer condolences.

The girl was delightful,
I'll never forget that.

Please, just go.

Have I done something?

Madam will be wondering where you've gone.

That old cow...
The things you do for domestic peace.

You are all I think of, Maria.

Ever since that night.

You know where I live.

I'd really love to paint your portrait.

Thank you for your hospitality.

The child is almost here.

Almost. We look forward to it.

I presume this isn't a social visit.

No, unfortunately not.

When a young girl dies,
it can be difficult for all of us.

And then another one...

Well, that leads to troubling questions.

Well, the sheriff deals with
the investigations.

So, if you have objections,
you'll have to speak to him.

Of course, however,

both the sheriff and the doctor
were somewhat the worse for drink

when they inspected
Jolina Eliasdotter's body.

Well?

I feel that their sight and mind
were both clouded.

-Oh.
-And that they both had missed

obvious signs
that girl was a victim of murder.

What signs, though?

Well, the marks that were on her neck,
for one.

-Wouldn't the rope have done that?
-No.

Those were bruises from fingertips.

Oh, but they were from before,
weren't they?

When the outsider...

These bruising on her was fresh.

And they bore the impressions of nails
pressed into the skin.

I could see you being a great sheriff
in the future.

But then you have to trust
your own judgment.

Well, then, again, thank you for the talk.

If could I ask... When did the doctor
return from travel?

I don't know.

I just noticed
that he arrived so quickly this morning.

Oh, yes,

-but he was already at the sheriff's...
-Oh.

Were you there, too?

No, I wasn't,
but, um, I could hear while they sang.

The sheriff lives across the field.

Oh, they had a party?

No, I... I don't know about that.

But I, um...
think the store owner was there.

Lindmark.

Haven't done this in a while.

If you can't catch a reindeer,
you'll never catch a woman.

Ah, well, just you wait!
I'm sure I can teach you some things, too.

Mm.

I'm sure of it. Do you want me to?

"Straight he took his bow of ash-tree."

On the sand one end he rested.

With his knee he pressed the middle.

"Stretched the faithful
bow-string tighter."

-Ah.
-Well done.

"Took an arrow, jasper-headed.

And sent it singing as a herald."

-Anne.
-"As a bearer of his message."

What's all that on the paper?

These words are the words.
You can draw them.

That is called writing.

Jussi, not everyone likes these things.

Wha... what do you mean?

That boy's not one of us.

But he's going to be. This is his home.

His rightful home.

Mm. Smells wonderful.

He who eats must also work.

Yes, of course.
Tell me how I can be of help.

Can you handle a rifle?

-And what are we hunting?
-Reindeer thieves.

It was probably the assault
after the dance.

-She couldn't take it any longer.
-Yes.

The assailant had put a child in her.
It's what I heard.

The poor girl didn't just kill herself,
but an unborn child as well.

Good day.

I need to get a rope.

Around, uh, ten ells or so.

Of this sort, if you have any.

I'm sorry. I don't have that kind of rope.

Oh, really? Have you run out?

I've never kept it.

Oh, well. What about... strychnine?

Strychnine?

-What do you need it for?
-For a fox. Why?

Be careful with it.

That poison is very potent.

Yes, I know.

Sometimes, dogs die from it.

-What else do you want?
-I'd like to use your shirt.

What?

Well, my loupe needs to be polished.
Can I borrow your shirt?

That's enough, goddamn it!

I know what you're thinking here,
but you're wrong.

I was not the one who killed Jolina.

Says the man who was sleeping
with her friend, Hilda Wanhainen.

-A lie.
-To collect her father's debt.

-No, that is a lie!
-Shame on you, Lindmark!

God sees it all. He brings condemnation
on both murderers and whoremongers.

Jolina Eliasdotter
didn't take her own life.

She was murdered.

By the same man who raped her
after the dance.

But she stabbed the assailant's shoulder,
and now he has a wound.

So, if you've nothing to hide, Lindmark,
then take off your shirt now!

I apologize.

Are you certain
that he's taken the reindeer?

I know he has.

-I can't shoot that man.
-And you won't have to.

But we have to convince him
that we're serious.

Stop!

-What do you want?
-You know what I want.

I haven't taken your reindeer.
Or anyone else's!

You're a liar.

Go see the sheriff, then.
But you need proof for that.

-You need two witnesses.
-No.

You're going to pay for
what you have taken... now.

And who are you? What's the rifle for?

Do what she says.

This is a robbery!
You're going to be hanged for that!

If you think that I or anyone else
have taken your reindeer,

you'll have to let the court settle it.

If you want to live
in a civilized society,

-that's how it is.
-No.

That is your court.
This is my land. Pay us now.

Get out of here!

Do as she says.
Or I'll blow your head off.

Let us pray.

-Amen.
-Amen.

We have gathered here,
so we can lay to rest Jolina Eliasdotter.

-And commend her...
-Self-murderer!

And commend her to the Lord.

Now we've unfortunately lost a young woman
who brightened our lives with her smile...

Child murderer!

Yes, exactly.

...with her love for her fellow creatures
and everything that's alive.

That light has gone out.

But her memory will live on
inside all of us.

I'm sorry, but it's not right.

Someone like her
should not reach salvation.

Let me say this once and for all.

Jolina Eliasdotter lived a pious life
and deserves a Christian funeral.

The pastor
should listen to his congregation.

-Yes.
-The girl was a sinner.

The doctor and the sheriff
have both attested to that.

Correct.

The Pajala district court
should be dealing with cases like this.

You're breaking the law!

Well, I have a clear conscience,
Ms. Sjödahl.

I stick to justice,
both the worldly and the heavenly.

Then you can tell that to Bishop Sundman.

He is on his way here from Härnösand.

Soon we will have a pastor who is worthy
of wearing those robes inside here.

Madam, you need to sit down
and stay quiet.

You're desecrating a funeral!

If not, I'll ask you to honor your words
and stay away from our services.

Pastor, you've had your goddamn fun.
Where did that Lapp go?

He tells us
that the girl's been murdered, correct?

-And now that damn Lapp is gone.
-All right!

Well, what about the fact
that this all began

when the pastor came to our village
with that Lapp?

-Suspicious, that's what I say!
-Where is he? He's hiding something!

There is no fighting in a house of God.

Where's that bastard gone? Tell us!

Answer! Where is he?

What are you doing, Mäkitalo?

Self-murderers can't rest
in consecrated ground.

She's not a self-murderer.
The sheriff is wrong.

So was the doctor.
Dig a hole inside the church walls.

No. It isn't right.

Why did Jussi run away?

He hasn't run away.

Sometimes he goes on his long walks,
but he always comes back.

He drank liquor while at the dance.
He was throwing up the morning after.

No one is infallible.

-I will never drink liquor.
-Me neither.

That's good, Lotta. It isn't for you.

I've learned from your sermons, Father.
Written everything down.

I know them by heart.

-If Jussi doesn't come home, I can...
-That's enough, Lisa!

Stop it! Women can't be preachers.
Why don't you understand?

You have another place in God's plan.

What about Milla? The Lapp girl in Åsele?

You have told us so many times of her,
Father,

about how she made
you see the path that leads to life

-and a taste of the joy of heaven.
-Milla was a witness.

And a foolish girl.

Bless her, but no one listened to her.
A preacher is like a ram, understand?

You have to break down the toughest walls
so that even hearts of stone will bleed.

And Jussi can do that?

Do you want to stay with us?

Am I allowed?

You are a roamer.

What are you running from?

I'm not running.

Roamers often think
they can run away from their past.

Turns out they carry it wherever they go.

I'm searching for a home,
where I can safely rest my head.

Where I'm not scared anymore.

If you do stay here, you'll work for me,

and then for my husband
when he returns from the forest.

And you must renounce your god.

I know
that you've been living with a pastor.

But we have our own gods.

You remember, right?

I remember.

The settlers and their pastors
are our sworn enemies.

You have to understand that.

They take away our land.
They steal our reindeer.

And they kill us with liquor.

They killed your mother.

So you must make a choice.

Are you Sámi like us, or are you Swedish?

No, I'm Sámi!

One last thing.

You must burn that book of yours.

The settlers teach our children to read
because they want to change them,

to make them Swedish. But I will never
let anyone take away my children.

No, I'm not trying to.
You know, reading can improve us.

You can learn so much about distant
countries and people who live differently.

Go burn the book in the bonfire.
Or go back to your life with the pastor.

But what is light?

Can you hold it?

Feel it?

Capture it forever?

Let us see.

I need you to stay as still as a corpse.

Do not move a muscle
until I've told you that you can.

Completely still.

Still.

Thank you. I'll return tomorrow.

Then we'll see if I was able
to capture the light.

Now, get back to work!

Is it a camera obscura?

This... is something even better.
It was made in France.

The technique is called daguerreotype.

That so?

Yes. The light hits a sheet of copper
that's been coated with...

I came to see
if you would paint my portrait.

But of course I will.

It would be an honor.

Pastor, are you familiar with France?

Only through Rousseau and Voltaire.

-Mm-hmm.
-Latin lies closer to my heart.

Esperons qu'il puisse voir
La ville lumière un jour.

The search for light is what brings us
together. What do you say?

You look for it in the spirit.
I in the flesh.

But we're both looking for the truth.

In the beautiful and in the ugly.

Mm.

Et voici.

Right here is a child born of
the physical and chemical technologies.

Look at that.

Frozen light.

-That is amazing.
-Huh.

Incredible.

Hm.

-Do you have the money?
-Sorry?

The fee that you're paying
for the portrait.

Um... is it possible to pay it afterwards?

Unfortunately not.

Welcome to the family, Maria.

So he's writing his sermon,
looking at the evening sun.

Lower your shoulders.

A bit more. And puff out your chest.

No, I don't want to elevate myself.

Only the greatest personalities
contain humility such as that.

Hm.

I saw you came to the funeral.

Truly hard. I feel for you, Pastor.

I will be fine.

It's worse for the girl whose name
is being dragged through the mud.

Please, look at the window.

Did you know her?

We met briefly,
but she was a shrinking violet.

So she made no great impression,
and you still came to the funeral?

Well, I find humans fascinating,
both dead and alive.

It's part of my profession.

But as a man, I prefer minds that are,
um... uh, more open, I'd say.

Ones with candor.

You speak like an expert.

I envy you, Pastor.
You're happily married.

I'm probably doomed
to constantly look for relief

from this terrible affliction called love.

Mr. Beronius, have you been awakened?

In a different way, Pastor.

Do you wish to be?

No.

This isn't my home anymore.

No, but it could be your home.

No, I've changed.

I came to realize that
when we went to confront the settler.

He might be a reindeer thief,
but it still wasn't right.

I've become like them. I'm a settler.

Part of me, at least.

So when will you go back...
to the pastor?

All I know is that I need to find a place
that feels like home.

Will you come with me?

I already have a home.

Welcome.

Um... cognac?

Oh.

Careful. It's nice, but it's strong.

If I may.

You're more gorgeous than at the dance.

I've been betrothed.

Oh, really? Congratulations.

But I don't wish to be married to him.
He's an idiot.

Don't, then. You're not being forced,
I hope.

-Gustaf?
-Mm.

Are you fond of me?

Well, I adore you, beautiful.

Could we be together?

I'm not a suitable prospect.

Let me decide that.

-Little girl.
-I'll go with you wherever you want.

I'll wash your clothes,
have your children, cook your meals.

Please, just take me away from here.

Far away.

If I'd like to have a whore,
I can pay for one whenever I want.

That's an honest trade-off.
Conversely, marriage, well...

Are you calling me a whore?

That expression doesn't suit you.

If you want cock,
then go and take off your dress.

If not, then I have no intention
of haggling.