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DREAMS

Susanne Frank
Fashion Photographer

- Was she angry about something?
- Don't you know?

She was having a hot affair
with a businessman in Gothenburg.

It lasted a whole year!

- But then it ended. Just like that!
- He was married, see.

Susanne went mad. She still loves him.
She visits Gothenburg a lot.

- They say she spies on his house...
- Really nuts, eh?

The lipstick you put on your
budding bust soils the dresses.

Oh, shut up, you little creep!
I learned that at Dior.

We'll shoot the rest of this job
in Gothenburg. Can you go?

- I suppose so.
- Good. That's all for today. Bye!

How maddening! Palle took his exam today,
we were going to celebrate.

- Are you still dating that squirt?
- Yes, she is. Hello, everybody.

- Some goodies for our celebration.
- Oh, was that today?

Here... Mosel wine, very pricey.
Shrimps...

Salmon... Your favourite gateau.
How about a kiss?

- Mind my make-up. Forget the party.
- What, no party?

- We have a job in Gothenburg.
- Hell! Wait... you're sick, can't go!

- Forget about your job for once.
- They'd find someone else.

- They can put those rags on anyone.
- Don't talk about my job like that!

- You only ever think of yourself!
- Look who's talking!

- All this food...
- I'm not your little wife!

Thank God!

- Look, a flying saucer!
- I'm sick of your domineering ways.

I won't be Palle Palt's chattel.
I want to lead my own life.

Don't let me hamper your career.
I yield, and wish you happiness.

Stop play acting, you're lousy at it!

- Leave me alone.
- Let's be nice.

- I've been nice all along.
- Forgive my temper.

- Do you forgive me?
- Forgiven.

Don't be so complacent!

Boy, what a row!
Lucky we don't bear grudges.

Hurry up, let's go home
and make that telephone call...

- To say you're not going.
- I certainly am going!

- Boy, can you piss me off!
- Stop it! Stop it!

I'll count to three. If you haven't
called by then, it's all over.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

Well, start counting.

One...

Two...

Three!
Get lost and leave me alone!

You know your problem?
It's time someone told you about your...

- My personality!
- Yes! Obsessed with clothes,

your career, luxury!
You're mean, selfish and...

- Crazy about men.
- Stop prompting me! And you're...

...infantile!

- Yes, infantile!
- I don't know what that means!

It means you're childish,
naive, and a bit stupid.

I was to marry him?

Susanne?

CLOSED

OPEN

Dear God, may I get to see him...

for just one moment!

I just want to touch him.
I won't say anything...

I won't cry...
God, I must see him.

I must... I must...

Aren't you coming to bed?

- Good night.
- Good night.

Be outside the museum at one sharp.
He only has an hour.

Bye now, have fun.
I'm going to take a nap.

Bye then.

It would be madness...

Now I'm talking to myself.
I must be in bad shape.

May I use the phone?
Excuse me, may I use your phone?

- May I speak to Mr Lobelius?
- Hold on. Who's calling, please?

- Susanne Frank.
- It's impossible. He's in a meeting.

- When can I reach him?
- It may last all afternoon.

Can't I speak to him now?
It's important.

- I think he wants to talk to me.
- Sorry, we're not to disturb him.

- I told you, he asked me to call!
- One moment, please.

Hello?

Hello... Is that you?

Sorry to disturb you, but I must talk
to you. I'm at the usual place.

I can't come... and I don't want to.

- I don't want to. I can't talk now.
- Henrik, don't hang up!

Henrik, listen to me!

I won't cry, or make a scene.
I just want to see you.

Talk to you... No, not talk...
You can't deny me that!

It was nice of you to call
but I can't... I don't want to...

Susanne, are you there?

- Yes.
- OK, I'll be there.

I'll see you at six.

That'll be 25 �re for the call!

- Don't you have any change, madam?
- No, I don't.

- I could buy a pack of cigarettes.
- Then you must eat something.

Excuse me. I saw you admiring
that gown. You really like it.

Don't get me wrong.
I enjoyed picturing you in the gown.

In my imagination, that is.
Do you think that's improper of me?

- What do you mean?
- I didn't mean anything.

You're a pretty young girl, vivacious.
You make me feel happy.

That gown costs a fortune
and I'm not rich.

You made me happy.
Will you allow me to give you the gown?

- You must be crazy.
- Yes, it's improper, I'm a stranger.

- I must run...
- Let's buy it at once, then!

- I can't, thank you.
- Why not?

Have I perhaps rigged a trap-door?
Am I a blood-sucking vampire?

Or do I have henchmen waiting inside,
ready to attack you?

- No, but...
- "Don't take gifts from older men."

But let's be the first
to break that silly convention.

- All right, if you insist.
- Thus speaks a brave woman!

After you, madam...

Mrs Ar�n, this is my niece, Miss S�nderby,
who's keeping me company.

We need a lovely gown for the child
to wear at tonight's gala concert.

I know exactly the right gown.
What do you think of the white one?

- She's already seen it and loves it.
- This way, we'll try it on at once.

I'll sit and wait. Take your time.
I'm at my niece's disposal all day.

How are you, my dear Maria?
My niece is here. Kerstin S�nderby.

- Have you ever met her?
- I don't think so.

Very pretty, you'll see.

Kerstin! I'd like you to meet Mrs Berggren.

- Oh yes, you are pretty!
- It's a perfect fit.

- Miss S�nderby has a model's figure.
- Matching handsewn shoes...?

- Yes, splendid!
- Do have a seat and try them on.

And how's your daughter?

- I really can't say.
- Is she living at home?

Not now. Last week the police drove
her home, too drunk to stand.

Not so loud!

Is there anything else
you would like, Kerstin dear?

- Sounds more like a girlfriend...
- Well, aren't you indiscreet, Maria!

Actually she's my mistress,
but I call her my niece.

- Shall we send it?
- Yes, please.

I must go now.

Goodbye, Miss S�nderby.
My regards to your father.

I danced with him at an officers' ball
in 1912. You're like him.

But in a different way.

We're off. Thank you, ladies.
We'll have the gown by three?

I promise!

Thank you! Goodbye, ladies.

What am I thinking of! You need
a lovely necklace to go with your gown.

Still suspicious? Were there
any predators in there? Yes, maybe.

- The gown's going to your place!
- I didn't know your address.

- I won't fall for your scheme!
- Don't be angry. I wasn't scheming.

Your company just makes me happy,
as sunshine does.

- Let's make the old jeweller happy.
- I don't want to!

Yes, you do. Deep down inside,
you don't mind gifts from an old fool.

No problem if I were young and
handsome, but I'm old and ugly.

Your little mind asks: Is he a sex killer,
a dirty old man or an idiot?

- No, you're wrong...
- Well, then.

Let's look at a necklace
of Canadian river pearls.

- How do you do, Mr Barse.
- Good morning, Consul.

What can I do for you?
Your daughter just left...

Some weeks ago I admired a necklace
of Canadian pearls. Is it sold?

- No, a few prospective buyers...
- May we see it?

With utmost pleasure.

I've played chess with Mr Barse
every Thursday for 25 years.

Look at it, young lady!
Just look at it.

Each one of them
has its own unique character.

Yet they form a unity of enormous power.

An entire little orchestra
of perfect virtuosi!

How often do we encounter
such perfection, Consul?

This is absolute perfection!

Shall I clasp it on, Miss?

Today is your big wishing day.
You can wish for anything.

It needn't be
within the bounds of reason.

I'd love some hot chocolate with
whipped cream and a fancy pastry!

We must interrupt our little visit.
The young lady longs for hot cocoa.

I'll settle this tomorrow.

Oh, my God! My photo session!

- She ran off!
- You won't catch up with her.

It would look odd, an elderly man
chasing a young girl!

Here she comes!

I'm so sorry! Oh, you've been
waiting a whole hour. I'm so sorry.

- Forgive me, Susanne... Everyone.
- Have you any excuse?

- I forgot.
- Oh, you forgot, did you?

Well, Sundstr�m has another job
and can't wait any longer.

- We'll have to stay till tomorrow!
- I'll do it for free.

No, you're going home tonight!
I won't be using you again. Ever.

Save the tears for your men friends,
I'm not moved. I know your type.

Let's wrap it up!

Don't cry, girlie.
It isn't the end of the world.

I won't charge for sitting here
sunbathing for an hour!

- Goodbye now, and calm down.
- Hurry up, Sundstr�m!

That indolent girl has always annoyed me.
I know her kind.

Men, clothes and sex.
No sense of honesty, no ambition to learn.

They just want the high life...

Oh God, why am I so angry?
She's not worth it. Was I harsh?

No answer.
You're on her side, of course. Men!

She's just a kid.
Why did I get so angry?

- I wasn't any wiser at twenty!
- Hardly!

- I'll walk. It'll calm my nerves.
- Good idea! See you later.

How about that hot chocolate and pastry?

- You're staring at me all the time!
- I find you pretty.

- It's all a bit unusual, isn't it?
- Yes, it is. It's true.

I don't care any more...
about Susanne firing me.

- I've broken up with Palle, too.
- Is he your fianc�?

Fianc�? Palle?

Oh, I see.

It's all a bit unusual.
You know what I'd like most of all?

I'd like to ride on the roller coaster!
Right now!

- That can be arranged.
- Can you arrange anything?

Oh yes. I'm a great magician.

Haven't you noticed?

- We have an even better ride!
- We must try it!

It's called The Whirlwind.
The cars spin round and round.

And it goes up and down.
Do you understand?

How tempting! Let's try it.

Let's conclude our tour with The
Horror Express. It's a real hair-raiser!

I must have slipped.
Most unpleasant. Please forgive me.

- Shall I help you?
- No! I'm perfectly capable.

I must have tripped on something.
I don't know what happened.

Mrs Helsing!

Ah yes, the good Mrs Helsing
has finished for today.

Could you help clean my hand?
I fear there's dirt in the graze.

- The first-aid kit's in the kitchen.
- Oh dear!

Can't you call me Doris?

"Young lady" and "little miss"
sound so silly.

My name is Erik Otto Adalbert Karl
Henrik Kristoffer. Take your pick.

- Uncle...
- No, not that.

- Otto.
- Fine.

The only person who's ever called me that
was my French governess.

What a fine bandage!
I feel like a hero home from the war.

It's three o'clock. The gown is here.
Just a moment.

- Here you are, Doris. Your gown.
- Thank you. I must go now.

- Well, goodbye, and thanks so much.
- We could meet again. A concert...

- I'm not hot on concerts.
- We could go to the cinema.

Yes, maybe we could...

- Shall I call for a taxi?
- No, I'll walk, it's not far.

It's sad having to part so soon.
Don't you agree, Uncle Otto?

- Yes, "Uncle Otto" agrees.
- We talk like we're the same age.

- You think so, do you?
- Perhaps you think I'm an idiot.

- A glass of champagne?
- In the middle of the day?

- In my youth I had it at breakfast!
- All right. But in my lovely gown!

A splendid idea.
You can change in there.

- Who's the beautiful girl?
- My wife.

- Is she dead?
- In a mental hospital for 23 years.

Since she gave birth. She thought
her baby girl had a wolf's head.

- That daughter's your only child?
- Yes.

- Does she live here?
- Very seldom.

- Do I ask too many questions?
- I'm answering, aren't I?

"Saraband"... Bach...

What's wrong? Are you sad?
Look at me! I'm happy!

Do you think I'm beautiful?
At times I think I'm quite pretty.

But I have a crooked tooth. Look!
There! That one's crooked, too.

It doesn't really matter.
But I'll have that one capped.

But it's so expensive.
Would you pay for it?

Do I talk too much?

It's your fault, for giving me champagne.
But I feel wonderful!

- I feel fine, too. I'm not sad.
- Hey, I know what we'll do!

We'll make a film! You'll produce it
and I'll star in it. Why not?

You have more money than you know
what to do with, right?

You can buy me a car! A streamlined
little sports car that does 150 mph!

Even more, I'd love a house
in the country. A bungalow.

- Can't you buy one?
- How about some music?

You do understand I'm only joking,
don't you, Otto dear?

I don't want anything from you.
I think you're so sweet.

That is, you're quite ugly,
but so ugly that you're sweet.

You shouldn't be giving me things,
because we'll never meet again.

And you'll only regret it tomorrow.

Are these your glasses?

Wow, they're strong!

Look...
Do you think I'm drunk, Otto?

What if I am? I don't feel drunk.
I can walk along the carpet edge!

Watch!

I'm not drunk, the carpet's crooked.
That's confusing, I can tell you.

Join me on the bearskin here!
Come on, I want you to.

Don't be afraid of being silly.
Come on!

It's been a hard afternoon for an old man.
I don't feel too well.

- Wait, I'll give you a hand.
- No, I don't need a nursemaid yet!

I went to see Mother.

We talked for five minutes,
then she started screaming.

Odd, having someone think you have
wolf fangs. Don't you think?

Dr Bomark sends his regards.

He asked why you no longer visit her.
She feels neglected.

- I don't have the time.
- Of course, you're so busy!

- What do you want?
- Worried?

- Do you want money?
- What else?

- You have your allowance.
- Not enough.

No money!

- I can't touch money that's mine!
- Thank God.

- So you govern my property?
- Yes.

- You leave me only one alternative.
- To sue me? You wouldn't dare!

No lawyer would take on
such a shameful case.

I've already started proceedings.

Why do you hate me so, Marianne?

Rows over money have always filled
our house. Your special perversion.

You're so tight with money, it's sick.

I don't hate you. You disgust me.
I find you ridiculous and repulsive.

Maybe your mother's hallucinations
aren't so preposterous after all.

A wolf lurks behind your beauty.

Inherited, I expect.

- But not from Mother.
- Quite right. You and I are alike.

All this quibbling!
How much will you give me?

- Nothing, I said!
- I'll pawn that gold box in there.

- You can't. Don't go in there!
- It's mine! Grandma gave it to me.

As you so often try to forget.

I'll give you the money
if you'll just calm down.

Why do you look so scared?
You've gone quite white.

- Not having a stroke, I hope?
- No, you're out of luck.

Here. I hope I don't see you
for a long time.

Thank you, Father dear.
I'll take that gold box anyway.

Father has a little hobby!

A nice little whore. In a gown
from Ar�ns, price: 1,000.

And handsewn shoes, price: 300.

A pearl necklace: 18,000.

Grandmother's, Mother's
and my bracelet: priceless.

But valued at 12,000.

How do you do, Miss?
My name's Marianne.

May I have my bracelet back?

- Give it back. I'll call the police.
- Do as she says.

Couldn't you find someone cheaper,
in every sense of the word?

Lust overcame tightness this time!

Do you want a punch in the face?

I know how to handle the likes of you!

Goodbye, I'm leaving.

Thanks for a nice afternoon.
You've been kind to me.

Get out.

Leave!

Go, I said!

The gown and necklace are in there.
The shoes, too.

- Come in, Henrik.
- Hello. Thank you.

- Hello, Henrik.
- Hi, Susanne.

Good to see you one more time.
I hope you're well.

- I'm fine, thanks. And you?
- I'm all right, thank you.

- You look tired.
- Just a damn meeting I had all day.

That's all, really.
Otherwise, I'm fine.

- How about some tea? A sandwich?
- No, thank you.

- Won't you sit down?
- Sure. Will here be all right?

Or is that your favourite chair?
OK, I'll sit here, and you there.

- It's been a long time.
- Yes, rather.

- Seven months.
- You got to Hamburg just as I left.

- Do you travel much these days?
- No, not much.

- Would you like a cigarette?
- No, thanks.

I feel tired and worn. I'll probably
be bankrupt within six months.

Poor Henrik.

Money never meant much to me.
But I'm too old, too tired,

to start all over again.

I really long for a little peace and quiet.

- I understand.
- It's a rat-race. Meaningless.

If you want to go,
don't let me stop you.

- I shouldn't have made you come.
- My dear Susanne...

Yes, it was foolish of me.

I'm not the same Henrik you loved.
As you probably notice.

- I'm not the same, either.
- No, you're even more beautiful.

- Sweet of you to say so.
- I mean it.

If only I could pick you up
and carry you around in my pocket.

Yes, if only you could.
Has it been difficult for you?

Yes, it's been hell.
I've tried to forget you, to hate you.

I've tried everything
to get you out of my system.

With no success.
I'm completely helpless.

Us meeting won't improve things.

No.

- Are you leaving now?
- Yes, I'm leaving.

- Goodbye, Henrik.
- We shouldn't see each other again.

We couldn't cope with it.
One mustn't lose face.

You're right. It's important
to keep one's self-respect.

At times as I fell asleep,
you were so near I could reach out.

I could almost feel
your breath on my cheek.

When I woke and you weren't there,
I'd have searched all over for you.

I didn't think I could live
a minute longer...

without having you close.

But you go on living, day by day.
You even laugh sometimes.

Sometimes I even forget you.
That's the saddest bit.

Those moments when you don't exist.

If only we had a child together.

You know what I want?

No, I don't... Well, yes, I do.

To say to your wife: "Can't I just
borrow him a few weeks a year?

"I'll make do with that.
You'll get him back unharmed."

- You should, you know.
- It's awful how humble I've become!

I'm almost on my knees begging.
Begging.

- But you're mine anyway.
- I'm nothing, Susanne.

- A worn-out article of consumption.
- Nonetheless, you're mine.

A child needs his worn-out old teddy
to get to sleep.

His love for it defies explanation.

I'm your old teddy bear, aren't I?

- Couldn't we have a child?
- It would be senseless.

My kids are mine. I want to live with them
and watch them grow up.

I don't want some poor little kid
I can't even reach.

Your hand's so warm and dry.

I've longed for your hand.

- Will you regret this afternoon?
- Yes, but I'll cherish it.

I don't want you to regret it.

I sometimes wish I were a witch
and could do magic.

- A funny wish.
- It's not funny.

I wish your wife dead.

Your wife and your children.
I want it so badly it scares me.

- Do you hate me for that?
- I don't understand you.

I'm almost sick with hatred!

Let's kiss instead of talking about
such horrid things.

I'm going to Oslo on the 20th.
Can you come? I'll be there five days.

I can't, but I'll be there.

I'm so happy! Oh, I'll long so!

- Do you really want to meet me?
- I wouldn't suggest it otherwise.

God, I'm so happy I could cry!

Every afternoon and night together.
Swimming, concerts, the cinema...

We'll have so much time together.
Just imagine, Susanne, five days...

- I'll book us some nice weather.
- It can rain for all I care.

- Your lip's bleeding.
- You did that!

Your cheeks are downy.

Oh, you broke your fingernail!

The finger of a child on a man's hand!

- Sorry, no answer.
- Let it ring.

- I don't think anyone's there.
- The key is gone.

Hello?
There's a lady here to see you.

How do you do, I'm Marta Lobelius.
I'd like to talk to you.

Both of you.

Fine.

- Tell me, what's the time?
- Seven forty-two.

- Where is room 18?
- Third door on the left.

- I thought I should talk to you.
- How did you know...

I saw you this morning but couldn't
talk then, I had the kids with me.

- Still, I knew that you always stay here.
- Was it you who called earlier?

I wanted to make sure you were in.

- So are you going to Oslo together?
- Yes, we plan to.

Henrik asked me, and we were
discussing it when you called.

- And you think he's happy about it?
- Yes.

He's not, I assure you.
He's in torment.

- Are you sure?
- I know him.

- And I don't?
- I don't think so.

- But I love him.
- I don't doubt that at all.

You had a wonderful year together.
You've given him a lot.

Stop it, this makes me feel ridiculous.

As was your intention, Marta.
The tortured becomes the torturer.

Tell me something.
Have you considered the future?

- It's all gone to hell anyway.
- One must always keep a cool head.

- That's your strength, Marta.
- Our mutual strength, Henrik.

- Don't look at me that way.
- If he'd really loved you,

- he'd have left everything we had.
- I was the one who broke it off.

Sure. You said, "All or nothing,
no compromises for me."

- So what?
- You're prepared to compromise now.

You miscalculated that time.
You thought he'd leave me for you.

But he stayed with me.

Not because he loves me,
but because he's tired.

He can't start over, he's too tied
to everything we own together.

Don't you see that?

Being with you means life, strong emotions
and all kinds of demands.

And remorse. He can't help being
filled with remorse, poor Henrik.

Life together with me means
peace, serenity and good sleep.

And life with the children.
You know children are the strongest factor.

That's why you want a child by Henrik -
to have a hold on him.

Or as a memento from a lost love.
Do you think I'm cruel?

- It's not true!
- We women romanticise our motives!

- You're no exception.
- Can't you leave now?

One more thing. Henrik is bankrupt, yes.
But I have independent means.

We'll go on living as we have.
In the same comfort, no worries.

To women, material well-being
isn't that important, as we both know.

- But it's vital to a man.
- I understand.

I feel so sorry for you!

Don't you believe me?
Well, you don't have to.

- It's all over.
- What do you mean by that?

To me, everything is over.
Even the jealousy.

Isn't it strange? Before you and Henrik
met, I was terribly jealous.

I made Henrik suffer a lot for it.
I was so afraid of losing him.

Then I lost him.
That burnt out my jealousy.

It's as simple as that.
I'm leaving now.

But why hate me so? Don't.

I've only told you things you already know.

You just didn't want to face them.

You must go now, Henrik!

- I'm so terribly ashamed.
- But why?

I feel naked.

Why do people lie so much,
can you tell me that?

You must go now, Henrik.

We won't see each other again.
God, I've been stupid!

So incredibly... disgustingly...
terribly stupid!

Henrik!

Henrik!

Come in.

Oh, my love.
You came back!

I forgot my briefcase. Forgive me.

Lovely evening.

Splendid evening.

- May I come in?
- Not now, Doris.

Just for a minute.

I broke it off with Palle.
It's been such an awful day.

Absolutely incredible.
Like a nightmare.

People are so horribly cruel
to one another.

I said I was coming here with you.
Palle didn't want me to and left...

Then you fired me! I've got nothing
to live for! I might as well die!

Listen, little one, sit up and we'll talk.

Blow your nose and dry your eyes.
Here's a hankie.

There!

Being a working woman isn't easy.
Balancing a private life and a job.

- What a problem. Have you noticed?
- No, I don't think so.

Palle is so sweet!

Listen, Doris.

We'll return to Stockholm tonight
and go on as if nothing's happened.

- But what about Palle?
- I'll handle Palle.

Let's have a drink and a bite to eat.

We could do with that,
two working women like us!

I hope your trip gave results.

- Fresh ideas and great pictures?
- It rained, so we had to cancel.

I hope the trip itself was nice,
as a break from the daily grind.

Moisten your lips, Doris.

And try not to look so stupid.

Letter for Susanne.
And a visitor for Doris.

- May I? Two minutes?
- Be quick, then.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I have a hangover.

- So I see.
- You wanted to see me.

- According to Susanne, anyway.
- A misunderstanding.

- How are you?
- Hung-over.

- You've already said that.
- Well, if that was all... Bye.

Bye.

- Palle!
- Yes?

You're wonderful, I love you so.
Congratulations on your exam!

- You're smearing me with lipstick.
- I'm so fond of you.

I was so lonely without you.
We'll never fight again.

How sweet of you to come.
I'll be sweet, too, my darling.

Dear Susanne,
What a ridiculous evening.

My wife's tactlessness
and my inability to act

must have left an awful impression.

But I suggest we still go to Oslo...

- Not a demand note, I hope!
- Just another begging letter.

Well, charity must stop somewhere.
Especially with today's taxes!

- One has to say no at some point.
- Exactly!

- Isn't everything just wonderful?
- Hurry up now!