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Bring that camera down!

Jakob, we need some silence
around here!

Turn off that saw!

Right, now keep it down
for the time being.

Hello, Martin.

- If it isn't my old teacher...
- That's right.

Why weren't you at the reunion?
Good to see you, by the way.

- I was ill.
- I'm sorry. Were you very poorly?

- I was in a mental institution.
- Oh...

- But I'm fine now.
- What brings you to see me?

- I figured you'd be surprised.
- Not really.

- I have this idea...
- Have you written a screenplay?

- I hoped to tell you my storyline.
- It's time for our lunch break.

Let's have lunch,
and you can tell me your story.

- That's what I had in mind.
- Break for lunch!

Welcome to our lunchroom.

Let me take your coat.

This is my old maths teacher.
Take a seat, Paul.

My storyline is fairly simple.

But I would be glad
if you refrained from laughing at it.

I would like you
to make a film about hell.

Wouldn't that be difficult?

It should open with a proclamation
by the devil himself.

"As I seize control over the nations
and people here on earth,

"I wish to make the following decree:

"Everything will remain the same.

"The atom bomb will be outlawed,

"to keep you all
from taking the easy way out."

"The man who dropped the bomb
on Hiroshima will be put on trial

"and sentenced to death
as the enemy of all mankind."

What about our generation?
We lack everything, even chaos.

We're like rabbits
in a magician's top hat.

I would give you this piece of advice:
after life comes death.

That's all you ever really need to know.

The sentimental and fearful
can seek solace in religion.

While the weary or indifferent
can commit suicide.

So the devil won't close churches
and ban religion, then?

On the contrary, he will support
mankind's interest in religion.

It has truly promoted his success.

A movie like that couldn't use concepts

like right, wrong, sin, evil, etc.

It would be terrible to deny mankind
such points of reference.

What is the devil's plan?
Great politicians have a platform.

Satan doesn't have a platform,
that's the secret of his success.

His opponent probably lost
because he had too many.

Would that be the key
to the Evil One's success?

Why do you call him the Evil One?

People sense his benevolence.

His every action is aimed
at satisfying their innermost needs.

- Who created those needs?
- Satan.

Has God been done away with?

God is dead,
vanquished, or whatever...

You must admit,
it's easier to see things in that light.

I guess I'm being a bit ironic.

Life cuts a path
like a cruel and sensual arc,

from cradle to grave.

A great laughing masterpiece.

Simultaneously beautiful and hideous,
without mercy or meaning.

And then there's the devil himself.
He's mostly a symbol or a figurehead.

The devil reigns over this hell
that is earth.

Isn't that a good idea for a film?
It's a very good idea, don't you agree?

No!

So you don't believe me?
Well, the old guy had us bewitched.

He was transformed into the devil
himself, albeit a kindly devil.

- He must have been insane.
- After all, he had you as a pupil.

A modern man like you
would like to see it in simple terms.

He believed what he said was true.

He sees earth as hell, and is convinced
that Satan reigns supreme.

He wants people to be aware of that.

- Oh, brother...
- The thought disturbs you, right?

- Will you do the movie?
- No, I'm going to the Caribbean.

- Fancy joining me?
- Yeah!

I was referring to Sofi, of course.

What would become of me
if my wife left?

You'd manage.

- I'd wallow in drink and despair.
- Wouldn't that be nice?

- I could write about hell.
- I bet...

Where's that article about that girl?

- In my room, I guess.
- Tomas, don't...

I don't really feel like it.

- Sofi's jealous, so she hid it.
- Don't be ridiculous.

- You're damned jealous!
- You went to see her!

Here's your main character
in a movie about hell on earth.

See if you understand it.

- It was supposed to be an article.
- How interesting.

- But it didn't pan out.
- Oh, really?

He claims to have brilliant ideas,
but he can't carry them out.

- He drinks too much. It's all hooey.
- Shut your trap, I'm reading.

"We conducted our business
right before eleven o'clock..."

- Come on, Tomas...
- I want you to hear this.

- "She lived in an apartment on..."
- What address?

"The furnishings were impersonal.
She came out munching on an apple."

- Care for an apple?
- No, thanks.

- Something to drink?
- No thanks.

Good, I haven't got anything.

What's your name?

I haven't come here for the same
reasons as your other... guests.

- Really?
- I want to ask you some questions.

I'm a journalist covering
Stockholm's night life.

- I figured you could help me out.
- So I'd be in the papers?

- Would there be a picture?
- No, you would remain anonymous.

- All right...
- I'll fire away then.

- How old are you?
- Nineteen.

Eighteen.

Seventeen.

- Are your parents alive?
- Why wouldn't they be?

- Do they know what you do?
- What do you mean?

What you do at night...
That you bring guests home.

- They come to visit me here too.
- That's not what I meant.

Do you have a day job?

Could you tell me
why you do what you do?

- Entertaining "guests".
- Is it against the law?

You sleep with men
and get paid for it.

Do you think I'm an idiot?
You know it's illegal.

Why go to bed with men for money?

That's exactly what I want to know.

Give it up.

Care for a cigarette?
Is it all right if I have one?

I have a fiancée, by the way.
He works at the post office.

- What does he think?
- We joke about it and he gets money.

Did he get you started on this?
Did he make you...?

- Bring men home and all that.
- Why?

Do you want to do it?
Do you, in fact, enjoy it?

Of course I like it.
Why else would I do it?

- Time to give the gnomes a bath.
- Was that it?

- Yeah, the gnomes...
- Shut up about your gnomes already.

It's beyond me how that could
be turned into a movie.

I don't know, it was just an idea...

Her name is Birgitta Karolina Söderberg,
in case you're interested.

She lied about her parents,
they're dead. She lives with her sister.

But Linnea is honourable,
she works at the state-run liquor store.

- Did you ever meet the fiancé?
- An ordinary 24-year-old boy.

He seems slippery, and he's rather
appealing. Looks a bit like me.

That was the prologue of our film,

which starts at midday
at Västerlanggatan

on a cloudy December day
when everyone is in a hurry.

We've called our movie "Prison".

It's produced by Lorens Marmstedt
of Terrafilm at Sandrew Studios.

It was written and directed
by Ingmar Bergman,

and the actors are: Doris Svedlund,
Birger Malmsten, Eva Henning,

Hasse Ekman,
Stig Olin, Irma Christenson,

Anders Henrikson, Marianne Löfgren,

Bibi Lindqvist and Curt Masreliez.

Photo: Göran Strindberg
Production chief: Allan Ekelund

Set Advisor: PA Lundgren

Music: Erland von Koch
Sound engineer: Olle Jakobsson

Film editor: Lennart Wallén

Something like six months
has passed since the prologue.

Look, it's Birgitta Karolina...

What's the matter?

- How are you doing?
- Fine.

- You fool! And don't you dare cry!
- Sorry, I'm not crying.

Your eyes are wet, that's for sure.

- So, do you insist on keeping it?
- Yes, I do.

- It doesn't look like much.
- Don't talk about our child like that.

How the hell can I be sure it's mine?

- You're being nasty.
- Stop bawling!

Listen, you having a child
is all wrong. You should know that!

It's pig-headed of you to keep it
instead of getting rid of it.

- It's because I love you.
- How nice!

But if you really loved me,
you wouldn't be so selfish.

- What do you mean?
- Well, I mean...

I mean that you should let me
and Linnea make arrangements.

What a load of rubbish!
I'm not getting involved.

You take care of your own mess.

Think about it...

The child has to be
officially registered.

And they'll ask you touchy questions.

Like who the father is
and about you being so young.

And you'll be taken into custody
by the juvenile authorities.

- You told me that already.
- This is serious!

We might both wind up in jail

and never see each other again.

No more good times together.

What would you do to her?

Nothing.

- Absolutely nothing.
- I don't get it...

I'll just take care of her,
and she'll be gone.

The poor thing should be released.

- I won't give her up.
- The authorities will make you.

I'll hide.
They'll never ever find her!

You don't know much about cops.

Now, won't you be sensible?

You know how much I love you.

When we're better off,

we'll get married, you know that.

Then you can have
as many children as you like.

What do you say?

Do whatever you want.

Of course, we could open
with a wide shot.

A studio is a temple of the ridiculous!

And you, Martin, are the high priest.

- Then, what's a newspaper?
- The heart of our times.

- I've seen through the sham.
- Really? I'm the genuine article.

- Making him the more dangerous.
- And you're so beautiful, Greta.

Like a night sky in August,
lousy with shooting stars.

- May I interview your star?
- As long as you don't go too far.

- Do you enjoy doing this, Arne?
- Yes, but it's a bit heavy today...

I'd like to have a word with you.

The relationship between you
and Tomas is getting pretty scary.

Really?

- Movie studios are fascinating.
- You both seem kind of crazy.

People in love do seem crazy.

This alcoholic bit is just a pose.
What's the story behind it?

Do you want the camera to ride?

He's all bluster,
there's no substance.

A major setback or just some plain
hard work would clear his mind.

Why don't you leave him?

- That's none of your business.
- Right...

But deep down, you're pretty
damn scared, aren't you?

Say, Martin...

Have you noticed that you get
chipped away piece by piece?

The real you.

Those bits and pieces
you accumulate during childhood...

I mean, the essence that's called...
your spirit.

- Do you mean that Tomas...?
- We wear our resources out.

Without adding anything new.
Tomas is aware of this.

Leading him to hate himself and me.

Do you think Tomas would
ever take his own life?

Absolutely not. I've never even heard him
discuss the subject.

Exactly.

You should see a doctor
about those nerves.

Right, a shrink...
Could he get me a new soul?

- We're ready.
- Let's get rolling. Silence!

Roll the back projection
and take it easy with the fans.

Clapper...

Please be quiet,
this is an emotional scene.

And begin...

It's strange that
love can come to an end.

It may just change.

It might evolve into something
better than we can imagine.

- I'm happy with the way things are.
- What doesn't evolve... dies.

For me, it's as if life has become real
for the very first time.

Now don't laugh...
but it's as if I now have a soul.

- What the hell's my next line?
- Cut! Let's do it again.

- Who wrote that trash?
- I did.

Then you've got a lot to learn.

- Are you tired?
- No.

- So, I guess you're drunk.
- No.

Then I don't have a clue.

I can't go on.

I'm not the least bit sleepy.

That's not what I meant.

Strange evening, isn't it?

The light, the tolling bells,
the huddling pigeons...

The children out on the street.

Their voices sound
mean and full of hate.

I wonder what game they're playing.
What's your guess?

I've no idea.

It's like judgement day.

Perhaps it is judgement day,
only no one told us.

- Can we take a walk?
- Don't get hysterical.

- What are you doing?
- Writing a letter.

A letter?

That's right, a letter to anyone
who cares or wonders,

explaining why we committed suicide.

- You can't be right.
- Oh, I am.

We are going to kill ourselves.
Hadn't you realised that?

- And if I don't want to?
- Of course you do...

Sooner or later everyone kills
themselves, when you think about it.

I used to be scared of death.

Then I realised I was afraid of dying,

and the whole matter took on
a much humbler perspective.

- We don't know what follows.
- Could it be worse than this life?

Who knows, it might even be better.

Or maybe, and most plausibly,
there's just a void.

A friend of mine says suicide is not
an action, it's a way of dying.

It's a terminal illness.

If you kill me, that would be murder.

No, it wouldn't be.

It would be an expression of pure love,

sprung from a conviction that
you don't know what's good for you.

- Yes?
- We're from the police.

- Does Miss Söderberg live here?
- No... Yes... Yes, she lives here.

- We'd like to speak to her.
- She's not in.

- I think she's... out.
- Really?

- I'd be happy to go get her.
- How kind of you.

- Well, why don't we give you a hand?
- In finding the girl, he means.

- What is this all about?
- The girl doesn't get much sleep.

- Didn't you understand?
- This is an outrage...

- Are you Miss Söderberg?
- They're cops.

Go fetch her, and I'll keep
this young man company.

- Why did she bolt?
- How should I know?

Does she have a guilty conscience?

Who doesn't,
when the cops come calling?

- I didn't say anything.
- You're making loads of noise.

My dad's so mean.
They'll be sorry if they think I'm dead.

They won't let me have the American
Indian knife my uncle gave me.

It's really sharp.

Dad says I shouldn't have
toys like that. Toys!

Don't tell anyone where it is.

You can borrow it, if you like.

Lasse... are you there?

Come on, I know you're there.

You haven't had your dinner,
you must be starving.

Yeah...

We'll have a nice talk.

Come on out, please.

I've murdered my wife!

I killed her
and hung her in the closet.

- What do we do with the girl?
- Give her some coffee.

- We might have a murder here.
- Forget about the coffee!

My fiancée works
at a department store!

Sure she does.
We've observed her on several streets.

You're welcome to a cup of coffee
as well, if you behave yourself.

We have no rights
in this damn country!

Not another word, now!

Talk about a perfect dialect
for a policeman!

- What do you mean?
- It was a compliment.

Shut your trap. Guys like you
should never open their mouths.

Do you want some coffee or not?

Day by day
and with each passing moment

Strength I find
to meet my trials here...

Pardon me, I see you're busy.

Like I said, it's a crying shame
that there's no order around here.

Here...

So tell me, what happened?

We were drinking heavily
and I was going to kill her,

but she hit me on the head
with a bottle. Here it is... Look.

So I strangled her
and hid her in the closet.

I see.

Are there any more closets?
A pantry, or something like that?

- She must have crawled off.
- I don't think so. Listen to this.

"Dear Tomas,

"the time has come
for us to spend some time apart.

"Sorry about the bottle.

"I hope your head
doesn't smart too much.

"Yours, Sofi."

- I apologise for troubling you.
- That's all right.

It's what we're here for.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye!

Great!

Well, that inspector was
pretty cordial, don't you think?

And I know what to say.
But it was a close shave.

If it wasn't for me, you would have
been in trouble, you poor thing.

Now, what's this?

Would you happen to have a smoke?

Here you are,
courtesy of Birgitta Karolina.

Well, hello, there!

How's that article about
Birgitta Karolina coming along?

I see that you're in a sorry state.

You need a drink
and some kind company.

Wait here, I'll go flag down a cab.
Gittan, talk to the guy.

- You're cold.
- So are you.

That boyfriend of yours
seems awfully energetic.

- Are you married?
- Not exactly.

I don't feel like going home with you.

- That's not what I want.
- Me neither.

- Ouch, that hurt!
- You're bleeding.

- It's none of your business.
- I don't want to be with Peter.

Let's go before Peter gets back.
Come on.

- Where to?
- It doesn't matter. Come!

BOARDING HOUSE

Sorry to bother you. It's me, Tomas.
Do you remember me, Mrs Bohlin?

- Mrs von Stang's nephew?
- She's been dead for ten years.

You see, my fiancée and I need
a place to stay.

- So do a lot of people.
- We can help out in the household.

- And I'm good at bookkeeping.
- I find that hard to believe.

I could entertain your guests
and give piano lessons.

You do look a bit lost and cold.

But I can't take in just anyone.

The police might close down
my establishment, and I'd be ruined.

Please let us stay here on trial
for 24 hours.

Well, there is the maid's room...

Only no one has maids nowadays,

so it's more like a spare room,
if you know what I mean.

Mind your step, there are gaps
between the floor planks.

Ten years back, someone had a fire
and one flat was burned out.

Since they planned to tear
the place down, no repairs were made.

Well, here it is.
It's nice and clean, if not elegant.

In springtime, you get some evening sun,
and then it's very pretty here.

We'll talk some more tomorrow.
Goodnight, then.

Goodnight.

Now you got what you wanted.

You're worse off than me.

I remember your eyes, you see.

They were so blue.

But the colour seems
to have drained away.

Have you been doing a lot of crying?

I feel a great deal of tenderness for you.

Tenderness... What a funny word.

It even tastes funny.

Tenderness.

Come have some coffee
before you get started.

Why do you look so frightened?
I won't bite you, dear!

- This is my cousin, Anna, and you...
- I'm Brigitta Karolina.

She's Tomas' fiancée.

Tomas is Mrs von Stang's nephew.

Please help yourself.

- I don't have a single clean shirt.
- Go and get them laundered, then.

- But my dear Signe...
- I don't run a laundry, Magnus.

I'm going to sing in church this evening.

You know I need a shirt for that.

That won't happen, not even
if you were the Emperor of China.

- The Emperor could buy new ones.
- Speaking of which...

- You borrowed 35 kronor last week.
- Damn, you're a tightwad!

Watch your language
in front of the children.

- I ought to move out.
- You say that every week.

The good book says that whatever
you do to the least of my brethren...

- You're not my brother, Magnus.
- You say you're a Christian.

- You're a fake!
- What?

I'm very upset,
and this will be hard to forget.

Oh, my dear little Magnus!

Where's the old bat? Out?

Come in and have a coffee.

- She's with Magnus.
- I've got the hiccups.

Hello. Do you live here?

- I'm not sure.
- Better make up your mind.

- Haven't I seen you before?
- Do you know each other?

No, I must be mistaken.

My hiccups have gone.

Run along.

The letter arrived.

- I haven't dared read it.
- Where is it?

Well?

The wording's kind of strange.

Things are the way
we thought they were, right?

What are we going to do?

What will become of us?

- At any rate, we'll get married.
- It's all so silly.

- Stop hiccupping!
- I think it's amusing.

I'm the one who has to have the baby.

Don't cry, you should be happy.

I'm pleased, and you will be too.

Everybody has a baby
four months after the wedding.

It's practically a tradition.

Listen...
I'm going to be so good to you.

I won't go to that boxing match
on Wednesday.

You and me will go out
and celebrate this bundle of joy.

Anna, I love you.

Mrs von Stang gave this to me
when I was ten.

- What is it?
- A cinematograph.

- I found it in the attic.
- It's lovely.

Look at this.

It's odd how things disappear
and then turn up again.

I guess it's like that with people too.

I've been gone,
and now I'm coming back.

And it's all thanks to you.

Me?

Sometimes I forget
that you're seventeen.

I've been so terribly lonesome.

- Do you know what I mean?
- I've had a busy life.

- That's not it.
- I'm married.

- Do you love her?
- Yes, but I love myself more.

- Why did you leave her?
- Because we were killing each other.

Let's drop the subject.

I've started to remember things.

Particularly incidents from my childhood.
I wonder why...

I have this warm glow inside.

- Last night I had this dream.
- A nice one?

The nicest one I've ever had.

- I can't tell you about it.
- Sure you can.

I've never talked about stuff like that.

- If you promise not to laugh at me.
- I swear I won't.

And I don't want you to look at me
while I'm talking.

To start with, the dream was scary.

I thought I was walking through
some woods, as the wind moaned.

But instead of trees,
there were people.

Then it started getting windy,
and the wind blew away the darkness.

And suddenly,
I was on a beautiful estate.

Sunlight filtered in through the trees
that had lost their leaves.

The leaves were on the ground.

And that's when I suddenly felt joyful.

A girl dressed in mourning
was standing behind a tree.

She wanted me to come up to her.

She handed me a box
containing the most beautiful stone.

Then I was so happy
that I almost felt like I would burst.

It hurt.

- And then what?
- That was it.

What did it mean?

I had been given the finest gift
a person could receive.

Something to be treasured.

Something you just shouldn't lose.

Don't be afraid, Birgitta Karolina.

Head into the woods,
it's only a dream.

There's nothing to fear.

Don't be afraid, keep on going.

I'll be at your side.

- Who are you?
- It's me, your mother.

- Let's go to your friend, Tomas.
- Where is he?

Over there,
there's been an accident.

- You look so sad, Tomas.
- They ran over my rocking horse.

Poor Tomas.

But I'm here.
Please let me comfort you.

Can't you see
what a disaster this is?

My dear Tomas.

Since this is a dream,
I can tell you how I really feel.

Say things I'd never dare say
to your face.

I love you, Tomas.

I want to be with you.

I will be self-sacrificing.

You can boss me around
and beat me if it suits you.

But that's not your style.

When you're drunk,
I'll carry you home.

And when you're sad,
I'll stand on my head to cheer you up.

And I'll never be lonesome again.

And when you tire of me,

I will go away and never come back.

I would never want to hurt you.

Did you hear that?

What's wrong? Can I help you?

No one can help me.

Did you remember something?
You did!

- Tell me about it.
- Leave me alone!

Birgitta, save yourself and me.

I can't bear it!

- Are you ill?
- I've been ill for a long time.

- You just got sick one day?
- Everything went black.

- I don't know why!
- You just remembered why.

Something was lost...

Tell me what happened!

Peter took something I lost.
He and Linnea took it and left me alone.

Did you lose it on purpose?

I wanted to keep it, I did.
I did...

- Was it a baby?
- Yes, my baby.

- And Peter and Linnea took it from you.
- Yes.

So you tried to forget.

I keep thinking about it anyway.

What should I do? What?

You little fool,
this doesn't change anything.

But it's good that we both know.

Linnea, I'm up!

Here's the paper.

What's the matter?

We're in for it!

I should have known
that you'd mess things up!

- Murder means a jail sentence!
- You act like you've been caught.

Like I've been caught?
Whose idea was it?

Who said "She can't possibly
take care of a kid"?

"Seventeen-year-old tarts
and babies don't mix."

- How do you like your eggs?
- Four minutes.

I did it for her sake. For her sake.

Don't you think
it was hard on me, the father?

My own child...

Now that they've found the body,
they'll hunt down the mother too.

They're good at that.

- That's why we need a plan.
- We should skip town.

- I'll get a job driving a truck.
- That's just great...

- I bet you're scared too!
- I am, but I'm no sissy.

- I know a way out.
- How?

We've got to find her.
If she's alone, she might confess.

And get us both in trouble.

But if she's with us,
we can keep her quiet.

There are ways...

Hurry up, my dear.

Please send a cab to 7 Jungfrugatan,
the name is Grandén. Thanks.

Good evening.
I hope I'm not detaining you.

- We're on our way to the movies.
- What do you want?

Are you interested
in Tomas' whereabouts?

He needs you, he's ill.
I just saw him.

- Where is he?
- It's not that simple.

- I don't understand...
- Don't insult me.

- Don't be such a pain!
- A pain?

If this gentlemen doesn't watch
his language, I'm leaving.

I apologise. I was upset.

You see, love is strange.

- Do you love Tomas?
- Yes.

- My love has left me too.
- So, what?

- You despise me, don't you?
- No. Now tell us everything.

The corpse of a baby is waiting
for its mother at the Coroner's Office.

Interesting, isn't it?

The police are very interested.

You want your Tomas,
and I want my Birgitta Karolina.

And you're the only one
who can make it happen.

Talk to Tomas.

Tell him if he doesn't leave
Birgitta Karolina,

she'll be fingered for the murder
of her baby.

A man like that will return to you,
and she will return to her kind, me.

Everyone will forget about the baby,
including the police.

And the entire matter
will be resolved.

This is where Tomas is staying.

Excuse me if I seem ruthless.

But I really do love her.

I meant to write and apologise.
Is that what you wanted to hear?

- A true gentleman.
- That night was a watershed.

- I found someone to love.
- I've had that for a long time.

But such emotions are highly unsuitable,
aren't they?

- Is it that girl?
- Yes, it's "that girl".

- She means everything to me.
- Is this about pity?

Compassion and erotic attraction
can be mistaken for love.

- What are your plans?
- To sort certain matters out.

- So you know?
- Yes, I do.

Listen, Tomas...

Logically, I can't understand you.

But I realise you're trying
to put things right in some way.

But for a while there,
we did have a good thing going.

I'd better be leaving
before I start bawling.

Is Birgitta Karolina in?

- She was going to help me out.
- I expect she's in our room.

I was just up there.

Then I guess she's out,
her coat was gone.

I seem to have said
something wrong.

Please come into my room
where you'll have some privacy.

So, you're back.
Weren't you enjoying yourself?

- I could have told you that.
- He was too nice.

- Has the fridge been repaired?
- Yes, but it doesn't work.

We've got company.

Dear little Gittan!

Are you cold?
I'll get you some brandy.

- I'd prefer coffee.
- All right. How about a smoke?

It's like I always say,
love is strange.

You never know what will happen.

So now you're back because you know
we want what's best for you.

Isn't that so? Just admit it.

- Tomas is different.
- He's more frightened.

- What did you do to the baby?
- It was like drowning a kitten.

- I think she was dead already.
- And you're a woman...

- I knew what I was doing.
- I'm glad.

- Still, it's kind of nasty.
- Not if you think rationally.

So, tell me... were you in love
with that Tomas fellow?

I bet you realise that
I've thought about it a great deal.

That will be him. Open the door,
you have nothing to worry about.

I'm staying here.
They're my friends, and I belong here.

You heard Miss Söderberg.

She'll be staying here, but you won't.
Please leave the building.

We have so much in common, you see.
That's why she came back.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE?

Look, it's Alf! Good old Affe.

He's doing great,
you should see his fancy car.

Linnea's in here.

- Well, hello, Linnea.
- Keep it down, I need my sleep.

- Last time you were so noisy.
- Tomorrow we'll go on an outing.

The four of us will drive
to Saltsjöbaden and have lunch.

Won't that be fun?

And Birgitta Karolina hasn't said a word.

- She barely said hello.
- She's got pretty quiet.

Maybe she's sad.
She might have a broken heart.

The two of us have had a lot
of good times. Go on, smile.

Give us a smile. That's right.

I've got this scar on my arm
that you gave to me.

She's not quite the girl she used to be.
Isn't that right, Peter?

I'll leave you alone.
It's time to get some sleep.

- Are you afraid of me?
- Of all the scum I've ever known...

- ...you're the lowest.
- What an odd way to set the scene.

Considering what we'll be doing.

I've often wondered...
if you enjoy what you do.

That depends.

You like me.

Not as a person,
but in the other department.

- I detest you in that respect.
- Watch it!

- I am what you made me.
- I bet you read that somewhere.

- I know what they call your kind.
- I know how to treat your kind.

- Come here.
- No. Don't you touch me.

- So scream.
- Get your hands off me.

Birgitta! What's wrong?

Birgitta! What did he do?

Christ...

- How did he do that?
- With a cigarette, you fool!

There, there...

There, there...

Don't be upset.

I won't let him come over again.

I won't let him touch you, I promise.

Peter... what are we doing?

Don't think about it.

I don't want to do this anymore.

- Please don't make me!
- I promise.

I don't want to...

No pain.

It's all right.

Tomas...

Tomas...

Yes, Birgitta, dear.

I feel great tenderness for you.

I don't want to...

I've come home.

I thought we could make a fresh start,
if you like.

We ought to make the effort.
If you want to.

It would be for the best
if I said I don't want to.

I see...

- Are you cold?
- No.

Sofi...

Get out of those wet things and
I'll draw you a hot bath. You look ill.

Don't, Tomas.

I'd almost got used to your absence.
This will take time.

Good!
Move number 46 over there, too!

Thanks for staying on so late.
I hope I haven't tired you kids out.

- How about going out for a meal?
- No, I need my beauty sleep.

- What's that noise?
- Pelle's mixing the soundtrack.

It sounds pretty spooky.

A film studio is so mysterious at night.

It's enough to make you believe
in ghosts.

- Want me to walk you home?
- No, thanks. I'll be fine. Bye.

Bye!

- Are you ready?
- Soon. Let's grab a cab.

Hey, Martin, did you hear
that Tomas went back to Sofi?

- Birgitta Karolina killed herself.
- Really? I didn't know that.

- End of story.
- I'll turn off number ten too.

So, will their story become
a movie about hell on earth?

- Why are you being so ironic?
- Why are you being so serious?

I keep thinking of Paul's words...

That life is merely a cruel
and sensual arc from cradle to grave.

That might be true for some people.

- Good evening, Martin.
- Good evening, Paul.

I see that the mockingbird is here too.

Yes, but he's a bit spooked.

What is that demonic laughter I hear?

It's nothing supernatural.

So, have you considered my idea?

Yes, but it can't be done.

Such a film would end with a loaded
question, and that can't be done.

- What question is that?
- About life on earth.

About you, me, Arne, Birgitta Karolina
and most people around.

- To whom is the question directed?
- That's the macabre part.

- There is no one to ask.
- There is, if you believe in God.

And you don't.

- Or do you?
- No. That's impossible.

It would be an easy way out.

Then there's no way out, is there?

- Lights out!
- Time to go!

Goodnight.

THE END