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Hans -Henrik Holm.

Copenhagen. No other address.

He feels that's enough.

The post office should know there is
only one important Hans -Henrik Holm in

whole world.

Just as he does.

Good afternoon. I've got your laundry.

Oh, fine.

Hold it.

The charges.

Oh? And it's exactly the same as last
time.

My husband forgot to pay you.

You'll get his check soon.

When?

He'll have to mail it.

I'm sorry. The boss insists.

I must collect.

Look, I told you. He forgot about the
bill.

That's not my fault. He always forgets
to pay us.

And you can just forget about this
charge. I'll go to another laundry.

I don't think this laundry will mind
that at all.

It looks real.

It could be a very good fake.

It could be a fake.

But it's not.

Excuse me a minute.

Hans -Henrik Holm.

To pay for all of your antiques.

But money to take care of the laundry?
No.

I can't talk now, Sif. Call later.

I'll give you 100.

450.

That's a ridiculous price for it. How
about 200?

You know, I might raise it to 300, but
not a dollar more.

What's the matter with you? I'm trying
to do business with you.

Can we talk about it?

Can we bargain a little?

It's not for sale.

What's that?

You couldn't buy anything here for a
thousand now. Get out.

I've never heard of such a thing.

I think this is the first time I've seen
you here, and I'd appreciate it if

you'd stay out of my shop in the future.

I only sell to people I like.

Well, I must say, I've never been so
insulted before.

Good day.

Please, close the door.

know who I am?

Yes, you're Mr. Christensen, the owner
of the meat market.

Your husband is not at home?

No, he doesn't come in till about six.

I came about the rather large bill you
owe, but I imagine he plans to mail it

tomorrow. Don't use that tone to me, Mr.
Christensen.

The lady's insulted?

Then she better pay her debts.

Perhaps you can come back tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere until I get paid.

Incidentally, maybe you forgot how much
is on the bill.

It's possible.

You've managed to neglect it for so
long. Maybe you're sick and tired of

shopkeepers bothering you. They tell me
you're in debt to all the other stores

in town, too. Well, we're sick and tired
of your stalling, of not being paid.

Now, either I get my money in three
days, you go to court and tell a judge.

Good gracious, Sivuana, where are you
using the back stairs?

I was in the kitchen when I decided to
come here for a visit.

Come in, then. Thanks.

Beautiful.

Very beautiful.

And nice to the touch, hmm?

I wish all my customers thought as you
do.

Apropos beauty, taken any photographs
lately?

Of who?

You know who?

Oh, my wife.

I was just thinking of that. It's
possible I might try it tonight.

I'd be glad to see the results.

Thanks very much.

You're welcome.

Why do you seem so nervous?

Sit down here and have a glass of
sherry. It'll calm you.

He never understood me.

There's been no real love at all.

Why did I marry him?

That's my son you're talking about.

Shall I tell you something?

Once before, I swore I'd never marry.

I knew many men.

More than you can imagine. I won't
listen.

I have no interest in your past.

I've never asked for your confidence,
nor anybody else's. But aren't you

curious? I have my boy, and he shall
remain my only interest.

It's best to know people superficially.

Drink a little sherry while you converse
with them.

Lightly. Have a laugh or two. Be
courteous.

But you must never allow involvement.

Not even when it's your own son's wife?

I don't care whose wife you are.

It doesn't matter at all.

What you've done earlier is only your
concern, and I prefer not to hear you

it. I assumed you didn't like me,
only... I do, though.

In my own way.

You don't hate people, do you?

Must you express yourself quite so
bluntly?

But you never really liked anybody,
either.

No.

But there have been one or two that got
very intimate and sickened me very much.

Sherry, to my mind, goes down better.

burgundies, if you would? Yes, Mr. Holm.
The usual vintage.

Fifty -three.

One.

And two.

Anything else, Mr. Holm? No, thanks.
There's nothing more. Did you put in the

cigarettes? Yes, I stuck it in there
first.

That comes to exactly... I'm in a hurry,
Mrs. Nielsen. Please charge.

Yes, but... I mean, the bill's going up.

Because you neglected to pay it for a
long while.

You told my sister and me you were going
to take care of it.

I haven't forgotten.

But the amount is growing.

And you both feel I'll never pay you?

No, I didn't mean that.

But it's a great deal of money, at least
for me.

But not for me.

If it's too much trouble for you to keep
track of my account, well, then perhaps

I should go somewhere else.

Mr. Holm, I hope you're not offended.

Of course not. It'll never come to that.

We're still friends.

Thank you.

Friends? Herr Holm?

Oh, Gudrin, did you let him charge
again?

Oh, you told me you'd do it this time.

You said you wouldn't allow another...
Suppose you take him the next time he

comes in the shop.

I just can't say no to that man.

Civ? Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Answer me!

Why didn't you let me in?

Those are for you.

How did you afford it all?

Charged, I bet.

Uh -huh.

Look, I've had a hell of a day. All of
it you're doing.

Don't I get a kiss?

You never cared about me.

Why did I ever marry you? You know I'm a
most charming man.

You can see the culture, finesse,
intelligence.

You knew all other women were attracted
to me, and you couldn't resist that.

You had to enter the competition and
win.

Scott. Scott.

You're lovely, Sue.

I have a gift for you.

Tell me you like it.

Fantastic. Made in Hamburg.

Many years ago.

Cost a lot of money.

Forget food.

Forget everything. Just buy these
things.

Why should you care about the money we
need for the laundry?

It got so awful today I called you.

You wouldn't even listen to me.

Can't we pay for things like everyone
else?

Do we have to discuss this again?

Can't you learn to differentiate life's
values?

Do you?

To me, it's paying your bills.

Because only then will people stop
coming here to insult us.

Why did you get it?

You know I don't want it.

I'll just put it in the jewelry box and
that's that.

You never buy me a dress to wear it
with.

We don't go out at night like other
people.

I don't see a soul.

Who's supposed to admire this?

All you want to do is keep me here.

In a museum.

Just like the other things you bought.

Can't you see you're married to an
individualist?

You've never learned to make exceptions,
have you?

I wish you'd stay home more often.

Stay home and face the grocer.

Tell him that.

Rabble must recognize superiority.

You think you're superior when you owe
money to others?

And I have to take care of them?

Look. Look at all the other jewelry
you've given me. They're useless.

May I sell the necklace?

We must before they bring it to court.

No, those hyenas will have their money
when I'm ready to pay it.

Not a second earlier.

Get up on the chest.

What are you keeping there?

Don't you ever unlock it at all?

Will you shut up?

Do you have a secret, Hans?

Why can't I look?

Don't be inquisitive.

Don't you have a key to it?

Is that it?

My God, you're lovely.

They can make you another, you know.

Then you can show them.

Mrs. Holm? Yes, what is it?

A package for you.

How much do I owe? Nothing. The bill is
paid.

Oh, I see. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Hello. Did you get the present?

You mean you sent it?

I thought they mistook the address.

Did you say I never bought you a dress?

You told me you'd nothing to wear.

Isn't that true?

I couldn't be seen in this.

It's much too indecent.

Where'd you buy it?

It's from Paris.

Done by a top designer.

You shouldn't be offended. Put it on.

Come on, Sif.

Had some good business today.

We have to celebrate.

i'd like to see you wearing it when i
come home tonight hello

Can't you ever get the door for God's
sake?

Breathtaking. You're not disappointed
then?

I'll make dinner for us.

To celebrate.

So much food just for us?

We're going to have a guest.

A very important guest.

Did you say a guest?

Yep.

I'm not going to receive anyone looking
like a...

Looking like a... Don't worry.

He expects a beautiful woman.

Is this what you got it for?

I asked him to supper to see you.

He's Richard Svensson.

A cultivated gentleman.

He knows art. A connoisseur. So you say.

But I know the reason he'll come.

So we can help satisfy his sexual
fantasies.

It's your fantasies that are sexual, not
his.

A beautiful woman to this man is a work
of art.

You're making this look sorted.

When have I ever been guilty of bad
taste?

Please do it, Sif.

For me.

He has tremendous influence.

It could mean the end of all our
difficulties.

You'll give whatever you get to our
creditors? Sure, of course.

It's prostitution, you know that?

Uh -huh. It only appears like that to
you.

It doesn't to me.

Good evening, Mr. Svensson. How good it
is to see you.

Home?

May I take your coat?

Thank you.

Please, right this way. Thanks.

Mr. Svensson, good evening.

Won't you come in?

An honor.

Mrs. Holm, you look charming.

Oh, how nice.

Oh, no. They're nothing compared to you.

Thank you.

Will you excuse me a second?

Will you have something to drink?

No, you have some first.

I'm tempted to take it all. Hans should
appreciate that. He cooked it. Oh?

You're most accomplished.

There's no end to his talent. Hans is a
genius.

Didn't he tell you?

For me, the development of culture was
over in the year 1914.

1914 was the beginning of the war.

I'm sure you can see the connection.

You see, it's very simple.

Perhaps you can explain it more clearly.

I mean it brought a rapid decline in all
that matters.

From a cultural point of view, that is,
in science and technology, the

advancements have been phenomenal.

But, aesthetically, the world died in
1914.

There's no sense of quality anymore. The
appreciation of artistic values has

completely disappeared.

Now everything is mass -produced. Thus
nobody is considered better than anyone

else. Money and welfare, that's all that
counts.

There's no room left for idealism.

Individualists are now to be condemned
as criminals or lunatics.

Nietzsche's wonderful Superman is
ridiculed.

Nobody wants to read his Zarathustra
now.

Obviously, nobody can admit they're
wrong.

Alice, what about him?

Don't return.

So then, why do you think he asked me
here?

Thank you for a lovely evening. I
enjoyed the dinner.

So glad you came.

You have a beautiful home here.

Thank you.

Will you give my regards to Mrs. Holm,
too?

Yes, I will.

Ha ha ha!

Did he ever play like other children?

If you mean Hans, no.

Was he ever normal?

Did he beat small dogs, pull wings off
butterflies for sport? How dare you

like that to me?

Hans Henrik was an affectionate boy.

He adored small animals.

He was always so polite and genteel, no
matter what.

I don't believe you know your own son,
Mrs. Holm.

I see things differently than you.

Nobody ought to destroy a mother's
viewpoint.

It's all that matters.

I created the portrait, and you should
preserve it. As his wife, you mean?

Yes.

Hans Henrich is a gentleman, and was a
good boy.

It wouldn't occur to him to hurt or be
cruel to anybody on earth.

Your son would never be able to hurt
anybody. Is that it?

That's it.

He's very sensitive.

Yes, quite sensitive.

And that's the portrait you want me to
preserve?

Yes.

And suppose I can't do it? That's very
simple, my dear.

You're not worthy of him.

Let's go to your room.

Do you hear what I said?

Let's not waste time. How much do you
want?

I'm sorry.

Look, don't give me that.

I have money, I'll pay you.

I need it every Tuesday and Thursday.

Friday, too.

In fact, any time.

Are we agreed?

I wish you'd go away.

Oh, you do, huh?

That's funny.

I can spot a whore anywhere.

What's your price?

What's the matter?

I'm not your type I guess.

Hello? What?

How do you do?

He's too drunk for you?

Could be.

Taking someone like him home with you
isn't much of a good time.

I know.

Now, I'm not the type who goes to
restaurants just to make a pickup.

Yet, you'll be paid.

So you think I'm a whore, is that it?

Why should we use such words?

That man thought so, too.

What have I done?

Forgive me. So sorry, I... Just the
same.

What gave you the idea that I'm a
prostitute?

Oh, first... My God, I don't know.

You've been sitting here waiting.

You seem lonely.

It was a stupid mistake.

I know it now.

You must understand.

I can see now I was wrong.

I know. It's okay.

I'm not looking for a lover.

Please just leave.

Of course.

Excuse me.

Now, where have you been?

Out for a walk.

Oh, in the middle of the night.

Isn't that the best time for
prostitutes?

You'll be pleased to hear I had two
offers.

What do you say?

I admit neither one was too exciting.

One was too drunk.

The other didn't look like he had much
money.

A lot of people can tell.

What do you mean?

That you made your wife a whore.

Oh, stop.

Yesterday evening was beautifully
aesthetic.

A work of art.

Perverted.

Perverted?

What's perverted?

I never learned that word.

Yet both of you seem to enjoy it.

Isn't that true?

Do you love me?

I worship you.

That's why I did it to you.

I despise those two men you were talking
about.

They were brutes.

I won't have indecent men like that
coming near you. You talk about decency.

Yes.

Where's the money?

What money?

That Swenson gave you.

You promised to give me the money.

How about it?

It's here.

I just bought it.

You mean you spent it on that?

Did you think I'd allow it to be wasted?

You never really understood me.

How'll we get the money for the grocer?

I'm not ready to pay his bill.

He'll have to be a little patient.

All right.

If you don't, it's up to me, I guess.

What do you mean?

I was once a nurse and I can still go
back to it. It's the only thing I know.

Excellent. You don't object to that?

Why should I?

You're trained to be a nurse, and the
pay is high.

But you always said I should never get a
job again.

Did I?

Yes, I may have. I don't know.

Well, I've changed my mind.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Doesn't it move you?

Don't go. You keep my temperature up.

It's up enough.

Let's try for the record.

Hello.

Doctor?

Your pulse rate has risen. Look at the
new nurse.

Where's this Rudy?

Hello. Now I'm Mrs. Holm.

I thought it was you.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Feeling better?

Good evening, Sif.

Hello, Dr. Smith.

Oh, cut it out. Have you forgotten my
name?

No. Good evening, Neil.

That's it.

No, thanks.

So you're married, huh?

I am.

How many years?

Oh, not for long.

What for?

What for?

Yeah.

You didn't want to, remember?

When I asked, you swore you were never
going to do it.

Are you married now?

Yes, but she was pregnant.

I was forced into it.

Do you have any children?

Then that wasn't your reason.

Why then?

I never really knew.

I was afraid of being alone.

Tell me, Steve.

Are you happy?

Are you?

Overwhelmingly. I thought it showed.

Well, she must be.

Why don't we find a room?

You know, you haven't changed at all,
Leo.

I guess not.

Should I?

I have night duty.

Why don't you do night duty at the home
of the doctor?

Leo.

Okay.

But you won't have duty on Friday.

Shall we go for a ride?

Okay.

Good night, Nusholm.

Good night, Doctor.

Oh, damn the stick shift.

If we're going to keep on doing this,
you'll have to buy a bigger car.

It's not how big it is.

It's what you do with it.

I've got to tidy myself up, don't I?

Oh, don't you dare turn on those lights.

If you object, move.

You're really wonderful.

What the hell are you doing?

Painting myself.

To look thick.

Is that so hard to keep out of your bed?

That's right.

Why?

You never talk about your wife. I don't
talk about Hans.

Okay?

Okay.

Shall I get you a doctor's report
forbidding anybody to come near you?

me.

No, no more.

Leo, we'll have the police here for
parking overtime.

We came here for the view.

I guess we'd better go.

You're beautiful, you know that?

So, have you taken any new photos?

Not for a while.

Why not?

Steve hasn't felt like it.

She's tired.

Sorry to hear it.

Well, I suppose I'll look at the others
in the album. I regret, Mr. Svensson.

The album isn't here.

No?

Will you have it later? Not today.

Well, I guess that's that.

Could you tell her I'd like to have
supper with her?

Very soon. I'd certainly appreciate it.

They're superb.

She's all I hoped.

I knew you'd say that.

They're fascinating studies.

In fact, they're real art.

Pornographic art.

You regard this as pornography?

You bet it's pornography.

But the best kind.

Done with quality.

I'm amazed you can get her to do this
kind of thing.

She must really love you a lot.

Why won't you sleep with me? What do you
want me to say?

Admit you're only pretending.

You don't think I'm really ill? No.

Even if I get a doctor to confirm it?

Our friend Svensson was asking for you.

He liked you.

I never want to hear that name.

He was in today at the shop.

He wanted to invite you for supper.

Not him!

Why not?

Only if it's an evening when you're not
at home, then.

Don't be funny.

I wasn't trying to be.

You mean you would do it even if I
wasn't here?

Yes,

well, I might.

He's an attractive man.

What are you laughing at?

At you.

I've always been aware that I possess a
certain sexual power over you.

Could you ever be jealous?

Jealousy expresses inferiority, and
that's all. Yes, that's all it means to

doesn't it?

Leaving?

There's a girl who's out sick at work.
I'll come home tomorrow afternoon.

They'll have to pay overtime.

It'll keep our creditors content.

Are you taking care of them?

I am.

Do you care? You didn't forget to pick
up your wages yesterday.

No. How much did you get?

Here, look for yourself.

Wait, that's mine.

There's a vase of the Ming period.

I need the money to buy it.

Give back my money.

How can you ask?

I told you I must use it to pay for the
vase.

Or else it might get sold.

I won't give it up. Give it back, Hans.

I must have it, do you hear?

To take care of your unimportant debts.

It's for the baker and the grocer.

And where do I come in?

Would you really take care of those
fools before your husband's needs and

desires?

You worry about them more than you do
me.

All right.

Keep the money.

Thank you.

You'll never be unfaithful.

It's not possible you'll even attempt
it.

I love you.

Oh, Leo.

You seemed so low when you came in.

I was only doing it to cheer you up.

Oh, Leo, you're fantastic.

Yeah. Yeah, but look at this.

I could win a beauty contest with this
gorgeous form.

Couldn't I?

You'd make all the judges sick.

Wait a minute. Here I am doing my best
as a stripper and what happens?

You keep on insulting me. I haven't
laughed like this in months.

Won't you tell me what's happened?

I can't.

All right.

Mind coming here?

I was very excited when you called.

It's the first chance we've had to be
together in comfort.

That car was crowded. I need a station
wagon.

But my wife said that she was going to
the country.

Ambulance?

Like a pasha.

My favorite wife is dancing for me.

A man can't ask more.

Dr.

Smith.

Yeah, I got it.

Send the ambulance this way and they can
pick me up.

Leo,

you have to go.

I'm afraid so.

Someone has just attempted suicide.

Such a shame.

No, it's all right.

There'll be other evenings.

You mean that?

Yes.

Good morning. Good to see you, Mrs.
Holm. We need relief in room 33.

We can't leave this patient alone.

What's wrong with the patient?

Attempted suicide. She was brought in
last night.

I have to admit, if it weren't for Dr.
Smith, she would have died.

He was off duty, and when we called him
last night, he came right away. Heaven

only knows what we pulled the poor man
away from, but he never complained.

So, your relief has come.

Thank you.

How is she doing?

Better. Earlier, she was crying quite a
bit.

We had to take the photograph away from
her.

She was holding it in her arms when they
brought her in.

Who is it? Her former husband.

I didn't do it.

It was all him.

Him.

That's why I'm a whore.

He knew I'd do whatever he asked.

And... He always photographed me.

Lewd.

With my legs in the air.

Hideous, lewd, filthy pictures.

So he could take them to his shop and
show them.

And all his friends drooled like idiots.

All.

And soon he had me sleep with them.

And all evening he had to be there,
sitting there, looking at us,

laughing, laughing.

And when it was over, they would always
pay him.

And every time I asked about our debts,
he told me he spent the money on

antiques. Any time he bought anything
else, he... Charge it.

Accept my jewels.

Then one day he finally decided that I
had had enough filth and

humiliation and gave me a divorce.

Telling everybody that I had been untrue
to him.

When he had abandoned her, she became a
whore.

After all, he had made her one already.
She told me all.

How he must have enjoyed it.

Why can't I stop loving him, she said.

Why don't you let me die?

It's your former daughter -in -law I'm
talking about. Don't you understand?

Why don't you say something?

He's your boy.

How could anybody do it?

My son is more evil than you know.

Not only a thief and a vicious liar,
he's a parasite, a dangerous animal,

something vile that shouldn't stay
alive.

Would you destroy him?

Please, will you?

For the peace of us all, I'm asking you
to shoot him.

You must. I know it isn't easy for you.

It's for his sake, too.

The key.

To his chest and to his soul.

Have courage and open it.

Open it and learn.

Then shoot him. I want that.

The man is evil.

He's your son. You condemn your son?

Is there no end to hate?

Is that all people know?

Exactly. They say that love is the
strongest desire.

Hate is much stronger.

It directs all our actions.

I found your uniform.

Do you like it on me?

I found out your secret.

Member of the Nazi SS.

But all of that's in the past now.

No, I still am.

I die for the cause.

But I'm not like the others ashamed to
say it openly.

Because men are meant to cast off
cowardice and human weakness.

It's in us all.

What is democracy but a pack of lies?
Answer me.

Admit you hate Jews.

Admit you feel it.

Every last one of us is anti -Semitic
inside.

The only hope for the white man is
Nazism.

If we're going to survive, we have to
free ourselves.

And annihilate all the Jews.

Get rid of the Orientals. And then
enslave the black masses.

We must make them impotent and halt
their breeding, or else make sure they

always remain slaves.

Like your kind of woman, they enjoy
degradation.

There are only two kinds of women in the
world, mothers and whores, and you are

in the latter category.

We live in a sick, perverted, degenerate
age.

We shouldn't have to live like this.

We shouldn't have to train our children
to take care of the weak and the

ignorant and the handicapped.

Drop them!

Remove them!

And follow the oldest and the only rule
of life.

Fight is right!

happy. Your mother understands
everything.

Now you and I can be alone.

It'll be just as before.