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Excuse me. It was a terrible time.

Everybody had a cold.

It was the same every day.

Month after month.

And then... And then... Sudd...

Suddenly spring arrived.

Far too early.

Mild breezes swept through the city.

Mild breezes that made people act oddly.

Spring arrived without warning like a thief in the night.

Or like a letter in the post.

TO THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE

Karin!

Good morning, sir.

Did you sleep well, sir?

Sleep well? No, not for many years.

Has Mrs. Nilsson got a cold?

No, not at all.

I'm just sneezing.

I see. That's how it starts.

Take these in hot water with honey.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'll have some then. Just in case.

Here's your mail, sir.

Right. I've already caught it from you.

There's nothing wrong with any of us. It's this letter...

What letter, Mrs. Nilsson?

There you are. See for yourself.

I've never used that sort of thing...

What have you never used?

Perfume.

Perfume?

Perfume.

Yes, it is perfume.

But...

It smells nice.

APRIL 1 TUESDAY

The first of April this year.

-Good morning, my darling. -No...

No, wait a minute.

It's not a mistake.

Let me explain before you throw me in the trash.

I will be brief as I know you are a busy man.

Well...

I'm a young woman who is madly in love with you.

As you are unaware of this,

I thought you ought to know.

And now you know.

I'm so happy I have told you.

Please let me kiss you.

Just lightly on your forehead, right?

And a little kiss on your cheek.

No, no, no!

Did you want something, Sir?

No, thank you. It was nothing.

Help!

I'm suffocating.

Oh, thank you.

-Has she left? -Yes.

Good.

Listen to me: I love you.

-No. -Don't interrupt me.

You're going to tell me you're too old for me, right?

But I don't care about that.

Get out of bed.

Don't be shy. Get out of bed.

Do as I say.

No one can see you.

Put on your gown if you're cold.

There we are.

Go to the mirror and I'll show you something.

But...

Go on.

Go.

Go on.

You have to take off your glasses.

Otherwise you can't see.

Oh, look at those beautiful eyes.

Sad. Sensitive.

And what a noble forehead.

But try not to frown.

I know you have issues with your hair.

Believe me. Gray hair is attractive.

No.

You're such a handsome man.

I'm so proud of you.

Pull your stomach in and straighten up.

There we are.

Go to the window.

Open it.

Breathe in.

Do you feel spring in the air?

Lovely, isn't it?

There's a bird in a tree,

singing just for you.

April, April, it's April Fool's Day!

Hear that?

Remember, it's a very important day in your life.

Because you will get to meet me.

In person.

Pay attention if you see a girl with a white flower in her hat.

It might be me.

Your longing and yearning April.

Here are your shoes.

Thanks.

Strange day today.

Is it? Why?

It was raining earlier, but now the sun's out.

-Can't make up its mind. Just like women. -Really?

You have a quiet life without women in your house.

I have Mrs. Nilsson.

Mrs. Nilsson doesn't count.

I get on well with Mrs. Nilsson.

She's a charming lady.

Just as reliable as this old car.

Would you consider a new one, sir?

No, I wouldn't.

-One can't abandon a trusted friend. -No.

No, there's nothing wrong with her.

I just think it might be nice to upgrade to a newer model.

When it comes to cars and women, a change is never a bad idea.

That's what I'm thinking.

I think I might walk a bit for a change.

The weather's lovely.

Please stop here, Hink.

Thank you. I'll be fine now.

Enjoy your morning.

April, April, it's April Fool's Day.

See if you can spot a girl with a white flower in her hat.

Watch where you're going, old man. Running into the street like that...

-Are you hurt? -No.

Good.

Careful with the hat.

-I'm sorry. -Not to worry. It's already forgotten.

-Thanks. -No worries.

Thank you.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Ahem...

The board members are waiting.

-You are five minutes late, sir. -Surely not?

-So kind of you. -Sorry.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

This is one of the most important steps in the bank's history.

In my view, a thorough investigation of the issue is needed.

It...

Right...

Very interesting.

There is another matter I would like you to consider.

I think it will be of interest to you.

I don't understand...

There must be some mistake.

I don't know how on earth...

Of course.

The girl.

The girl.

Of course.

Right...

Let's move on.

Thank you, Marcus. See you next week.

-Will you join us for lunch? -Excuse me.

Hello!

Marcus!

My hat!

-What happened here? -This man's a lunatic.

Just look at me. Twice today.

Ouch, my foot.

Will you manage?

I'll try.

-What about you? -It was my fault. I...

I'm sorry, I just wanted to speak to this lady.

I'm so very sorry, but you took my briefcase.

Your briefcase? You've got some nerve!

Go away, or I'll call the police.

Leave the area, and don't do anything like this again.

-Are you all right, Marcus? -Yes, but I need to find the girl.

Wait!

ROYAL OPERA ACTORS' ENTRANCE

No! Stop.

RECEPTION

Name?

-What name? -Yours, of course.

-My name? -I know what my own name is.

-What is your name? -None of your business.

Your name or you can't go in.

Arwidson, Marcus, Anders, Viking, Otto. Will that do?

Arwidson. M for Marcus.

There it is. Please enter.

-Calm down now. -Thanks.

AUDITION TODAY FOR THE OPERA CHOIR

Anyone else?

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

STAGE ABSOLUTE SILENCE

-Yes. I was just marking time. -Thanks, darling.

Thank you. Thank you for today. Well done. Thank you.

-The choir came in too late. -But you said it was at tiddili-tam-tam.

I've never ever said that. I said tiddeliddeli-tam-tam-ta-ta.

-On ta-ta? -Try to understand what I mean.

Got it?

-Tam-ta? -Yes.

Choir is done for today.

Ballet! Take your places.

Music.

Music!

No! Where's Bergman?

-Bergman? -Here I am.

I'm sorry.

So there you are.

-I had an accident. -Right. Keep going.

Continue. Music!

Who are you?

What are you doing here and why?

I wanted to talk to the lady.

-I have nothing to say to him. -Sort it out somewhere else.

-We don't have time. -We don't have time. Enough for today.

The audition can start. Come.

Why do you torture me like this? What have I done?

Leave me alone.

I don't want to upset you.

I didn't mean to cause trouble. Quite the opposite.

-I just wanted to... -There he is.

What are you doing here? I've looked everywhere for you. You're on first.

-First? -Calm down, he's probably nervous.

Who isn't nervous?

-Did you bring your sheet music? -No.

-What are you singing? -I'm not singing.

-Why not? -I can't sing. This must be a mistake.

You have a minute to decide.

-Why is he so angry? -He's like that. Don't upset him more.

-Well? Have you decided? -No.

Calm down. You can see he's nervous.

I don't care what you sing. You can sing "Helan går," so long as you sing.

Well, I'll sing that then.

Gentlemen. Mr. Arwidson wants to sing "Helan går."

-This must be a mistake. -Just sing.

You've been accepted. Report tomorrow and speak to the choir master.

Did you have to make such a fuss?

Be here at twelve o'clock tomorrow. Understood?

Next!

Congratulations! You were brilliant.

I don't understand how that happened.

-Don't try it on. -I assure you.

-But why did you come here? -To get my briefcase back.

-Briefcase? -Yes.

-This is yours. Have a look. -Of course.

You're right. But...

-So I must have yours? -Exactly. I came here to get mine back.

-Do you see? -No.

-No? -No, I mean...

No, I don't understand anything.

You are... very strange. Are you aware of that?

-Is that so? -Yes.

Very strange, actually.

-Come inside so we can talk. -Well, I...

I must be off. I have a business meeting. I mean...

I have to leave.

But wait! What about your briefcase?

Yes, of course. Thank you.

Rehearsals start at twelve o'clock tomorrow.

-I don't know. I have to work. -Work?

-But you've been recruited to the choir. -That was a mistake. I'm no singer.

I work at a bank.

At a bank?

Is that more fun than singing?

-Oh, my God. -I'm not sure it's more fun.

Well, then. Come.

Sit down, so I can take a look at you.

-Bless you. -I'm not used to the perfume.

-You'll get used to it. -I hope so. I like your perfume.

Look into my eyes.

Are you going to throw away your chance and be stuck at some dusty bank,

when you have such a wonderful voice?

-So what should I do? -I will tell you.

Give up on that old bank and start working here at the Opera House.

This is your place. Anyone can work at a bank.

But to sing...

You'll be happy here. I'll help you.

This is life. Believe me.

Yes. I believe you.

-So, you'll be here tomorrow? -I will try.

No. You need to promise.

Would... Would you like me to come?

Yes, of course.

-See you tomorrow, then, Miss Bergman. -Call me Maj.

Can't I call you April instead?

-April? Why? -Well...

I think it suits you better.

-What's your name? -Marcus. Marcus Arwidson.

Welcome, Mackie.

Miss Bergman?

Miss Bergman?

It's for you.

-For me? -Yes.

-From whom? -I don't know. It's not from me.

Do you want it or not?

Thank you so much, my dear Mrs. Eberson.

-Hurry up. Stop daydreaming. -No...

No, no, no.

Oh...

Oh...

Tell us. Is he rich?

-Is he handsome? -Has he got a car?

-Is he old? -Is he married?

Tell us. We won't say anything.

It's someone at the Opera House. She doesn't know anyone else.

-The manager? -The treasurer?

-The conductor? -He wouldn't dare. He's married.

If you really promise...

-We promise. -We promise.

It must be a total secret.

-It must stay within the Opera. -Yes.

He's handsome. And he's old.

And young. And he's not married.

He's got a car.

He's the most wonderful and most dangerous man in town.

What's his name?

-I must start from the beginning. -No...

Yes.

-It started with a letter. -Never mind your letters.

-It all started with a letter. -To whom?

I wrote to him.

Who?

To him.

To whom?

To him.

Oh! Osvald Berg.

Try not to be too jealous.

He's my fiancé.

-Your what? You really believe that? -Your what? You really believe that?

It's not his fault that all the girls are after him.

-He does a lot of running himself. -I think this is a bit mysterious.

Really? You shouldn't read other people's letters.

Kids...

To my April from her April fool.

You really are horrible.

Osvald is a fool.

A fool!

A fool.

We were just rehearsing, but we promise never to do it again.

We'll buy a new one. We're so sorry.

Any more noise from this room, and I'll throw you all out.

But dearest Maj.

-We didn't mean to upset you. -We were just fooling around.

You're so childish.

-Mother! -Yes, Osvald dear?

Do you have the newspapers?

-Yes. -Good...

Put the coffee tray... there...

Do you have fresh Danish pastries?

Of course I have, my dearest.

Now... Let's see.

You must be excited.

"Yesterday, the Royal Opera performed Don Juan,

which can only be described as strange.

Eugen Hoffman's charming musical leadership..."

No, you can skip that.

"Charming musical leadership..."

Continue.

"And Sören Fryksten's evocative direction..."

I want to hear about me.

"Osvald Berg gave a top performance.

As the immoral seducer, he used his full register

of ruthless masculinity, sycophantic shrewdness

and ice-cold ruthlessness."

No...

Dear Mother, you need to get used to me getting praise.

I can't help being touched by my boy getting so much praise.

"Brilliant."

-There's another one here. -Right.

-"Splendid." -And here's one.

"Magnificent." They all say the same thing. Put them all in the album.

Scissors and glue?

Yes, I have them here as usual, dear boy.

OSVALD BERG REVIEWS

Never a quiet moment.

Hello.

Oh, hello, it's you.

How nice.

No, I haven't seen the papers.

No, I never read the reviews.

I've grown out of that.

Yes.

They don't understand what they're writing about.

Thank you. Thanks for your kindness.

Yes. How's Märta?

Good. See you later.

This girl seems very keen on you.

You can see it in her eyes. Look.

That's part of the scene.

She's supposed to be keen on me.

I know that, but I mean privately. She looks like she's in love with you.

You're hopeless.

DAZZLING DON JUAN

You can't fool me. She's a beautiful girl.

-And you're kissing. -Yes, she is beautiful.

-She's a talented singer. -Well, then.

If only she wasn't so jealous! What are you suggesting?

-I just wondered if there was news. -No!

-There's no news. -Right.

I must be off. See you at dinner.

No fish, please. Try to think of something else.

-I will. -Take care.

Any messages?

No. Nothing at all.

No, nothing at all.

Thanks.

Not at all.

Please.

Ouch!

Oh...

It doesn't matter at all. I'll be fine soon.

Osvald Berg, you are a bastard.

Vera, don't start. My nerves can't take any more pressure.

Your nerves? My nerves!

I haven't been unfaithful! Isn't that enough?

-No. -I'm in a hurry.

Osvald Berg, will you please explain this, right now!

"Thank you, my little fool!"

Osvald Berg, did you hear me?

Stop calling me Osvald Berg.

Will you explain? Or can't you?

Everyone has gone crazy. Here I am at the Opera House...

-Innocent? -Exactly.

-Innocent! -With a lipstick mark on your cheek?

-What the... -Well, my dear Don Juan...

I'm tired of your lies and womanizing.

I've had enough. Goodbye!

Come back!

Immediately!

Come back! Oh...

-How strange he seems. -And did you see her?

She's probably in love with him, and he told her that he loves me.

A strange way to show his love for you.

-He just seemed angry with you. -You don't understand.

Osvald doesn't want to show his love here at the Opera. Some people are sensitive.

He wants to keep our love secret.

For the moment.

I find that very charming.

Very charming.

-Very charming. -Very charming.

-Good morning, Miss Holm. -Good morning.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I will let the bank manager know that you are here.

I think the bank manager is a bit busy.

-This way, gentlemen. -Thank you.

I'll be back around four o'clock.

He's got a good voice, that Arwidson fellow.

He doesn't seem to have any difficulties at all.

He can learn anything in no time.

It'd be good if you could do that, too.

No... We should use him for bigger roles.

I mean, we should use him.

Well done!

Isn't it wonderful?

-Exhausting though. -You'll get used to it.

If you hurry, I'll treat you to a coffee.

Hurry!

Learn this as soon as you can.

Don't look.

No, just take it easy.

You mustn't look until I... say so.

Right...

Now!

What do you think?

-Cute, isn't it? -Yes.

Charming.

-Oh, Mackie. If only you knew... -What?

I'm in love...

...with the chivalrous giver.

You understand, don't you?

It's been a perfect day today.

It's a joy to be alive.

I agree, April.

-For the first time in my life... -The coffee!

Here's to the Opera House's new singer.

Here's to a wonderful day.

But Mackie...

You have a new suit.

Do you like it?

-No. -No?

-No. Do you know what you look like? -No.

You look like a bank manager.

-A bank manager? -I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

I just would like you to look like a real artist.

Come and see.

Any news from your darling?

Girls, may I introduce Marcus Arwidson.

He's just joined the choir.

-Great. What type are you? -Type?

Can you sing as well as Osvald Berg?

-La, la, la. -Idiot!

Don't be shy. That's no good at the Opera.

Use your elbows!

Wouldn't it be nice to give Osvald Berg a push?

-Mr. Arwidson is new here. -Two days.

-How sweet. I'm Auntie Anna. -And I'm Auntie Siri.

Stop fooling around, girls. Mackie...

I mean, Mr. Arwidson has decided to start a whole new life.

Two new lives, perhaps.

Vera! What are you doing?

Osvald Berg! For the last time, is it that unrelenting ballet girl?

-Is it her? -No!

No, and no again!

I don't know her. I don't care about her. She means nothing to me.

You're the only one, Vera.

Why do I have to put up with this hell?

When for once I'm innocent.

Alas, these women...

If I wasn't so handsome, I wouldn't bother with them at all.

No...

Good morning.

No. I'm going to thank him, whether he likes it or not.

Here...

"May you always keep your youthfulness, may you never become wise and sensible."

Osvald!

You bastard! You seducer! You liar!

-Now listen! -Here's another one for you.

I'm the one he's fooled, with flowers, letters, and presents.

Presents? I knew it.

Calm down, both of you! Or I'll throw you out.

Throw out? I'll walk out.

You will regret this. You can be sure of that.

Now listen.

-I didn't give you anything, little girl. -Let go of me!

Don't call me "little girl."

I hate you!

I demand an explanation.

I loved you so much.

I adored you.

I would have done anything at all for you.

-You're horrible! -But...

What a crazy little girl.

"Loved you so much."

"I would do anything for you."

I've suddenly become damn popular.

Poor you! I know exactly how it feels.

One of those men with a stone where his heart should be.

You'll soon find another one.

Oh, Mackie. Mackie.

I'm heartbroken.

Absolutely heartbroken.

Tell me.

Tell Mackie.

He just stood there looking foolish. He denied everything.

With no shame.

Why is life so cruel?

Well, who knows?

Everything was wonderful.

And I was so happy.

Things will sort themselves out.

-But you mustn't lose hope. -But how?

Mackie, surely you have some advice?

You know, I have no one but you.

The only one who understands me.

I can try.

First we must get a drink.

I think we both need it. What would you like?

-Champagne? -Yes, as much as you'd like.

-Waiter! -But can we afford that?

Yes. Yes, we have.

Waiter! A bottle of champagne. Pommery brut.

Oh, Mackie. Mackie.

Osvald Berg. Sit down.

-I'm leaving. -Sit down and behave yourself.

-It wasn't my idea to go out. -We can't always be with your mother.

What would you like?

-Butter, cheese, herring, and a beer. -Champagne, please.

-You'll have to pay for that. -That's nothing new.

-Are you calling me stingy? -Yes, I am.

You're a real skinflint, Osvald Berg.

Vera, are we here to have an unpleasant or a pleasant evening?

-That's up to you, darling. -Have you decided?

Champagne for me and a beer for the Court Singer.

An ordinary Swedish beer.

Thanks.

Champagne and a beer. I'll be right back.

What a cute young man.

He plays well.

Isn't he a bit young for you?

Don't be so narrow-minded, Osvald.

Do you have to sing?

Don't worry.

I'll sing for free tonight.

You're making a fool of yourself. People are staring.

This is nothing. Wait until they see your beer.

What's wrong with beer?

Girls tend to prefer champagne.

-So no beer. Only...? -Only champagne.

Dry. Bone dry.

And ice cold.

It's so nice to be a bit tipsy.

That's better.

Can't we pretend that you are madly in love with me?

-Why? Who would take that seriously? -Why not?

Is there something wrong with me? No men take me seriously.

Are you saying I'm hopeless?

No, my little anemone. I'm the hopeless one.

-Why did you call me anemone? -Because you are a little anemone.

Will this do?

I want to annoy that idiot Osvald.

Will you be done eating soon?

Don't rush me.

I want to dance, darling.

Hurry up.

If you expect me to gallivant around on that floor, you're wrong.

It's the only dance floor there is, so you haven't got much choice.

Unless you want me to gallivant around on my own.

Blackmailer.

Darling.

He's got charm.

Where?

But Osvald. Bad boy.

-I can't stand the man. -Hardly surprising, as you're rivals.

-Oops. -Oh, how nice.

Nice to have a change.

-Do you know what I'm going to do? -Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

I'm going to enjoy a change.

Mackie...

-Were you ever so ashamed of me? -No.

-We just had a nice time. -Yes.

I had a really nice time.

-Hey... -Yes?

What did you think of the piano player?

He was very cute, wasn't he?

-You change your mind quickly. -Yes.

It runs in the family. Stop! This is where I live.

Put your purse away!

It really isn't right.

You paid for everything, so I want to pay for my share of the taxi.

Please, April.

-Take that. -I have money. I have lots of money.

-Where did you get it from? -From my uncle.

And where did he get the money from?

He's a highly respected bank manager.

One of those men with a house, a car, and a maid?

Yes, one like that.

Go to bed. Don't catch a cold.

-Thanks for tonight. -Thank you.

-If I wasn't so des... -Disillusioned?

Thank you.

If I wasn't so disillusioned by men, I... I could fall in love with you.

Good night.

Villa Road. Number 17.

Isn't there anyone who could take pity on three poor ballet girls?

Let me have a think.

-I have an idea. Mackie, of course. -Mackie?

Mackie's rich uncle has a big house and a big car.

He can help us.

-Yes. -Come on.

Make sure you get a good rest. Mrs. Nilsson has been a bit pale recently.

I'm not 17 years old.

-You haven't seemed your usual self. -Nor have you, sir.

Maybe you should also go away. You won't be able to cope on your own.

Well, then...

I wish you a pleasant trip. We'll be in touch soon.

Goodbye.

Don't forget to water the plants.

Goodbye, sir.

Have a nice time.

-Hello. -Welcome.

So kind of you to organize this.

How lucky that your uncle is away.

What if he comes back and finds us here?

-My poems. -Don't worry.

-He won't be back for a long time. -No?

This way.

Who's that?

Isn't that...?

My uncle. Exactly. That's him.

He looks just like you.

-But he seems older and more serious. -Maybe.

-Is he married? -No. Why?

You can tell from everything here.

The furniture. The curtains. Well, everything.

That I'm not... he's not married?

-A woman wouldn't put up with this. -No.

What would a woman like? What would you like?

-Well, if I could decide... -Do whatever you like.

Change whatever you like. As long as you're happy here.

-What would your uncle say? -He loves surprises.

He's not as serious as he looks.

-What are you waiting for? Do it! -Yes!

Mother!

-Mother! -Did you want something, Osvald, dear?

No. Don't stand there catching a cold. Think of your voice.

-Fetch the binoculars. -In the middle of the night?

Don't ask. Just do as I say.

Just as I thought. Disgusting. And two more, in night dresses.

It's getting worse.

But Osvald, are you spying on Bank Manager Arwidson?

Who, did you say?

Bank Manager Arwidson, a very charming and respectable gentleman.

The house is full of ballet girls.

What are you saying?

-Have a look. -Absolutely not.

Just take a look.

Heavens, what are they doing?

Who knows?

-Maybe they are his nieces? -Nonsense!

I recognize them from the ballet. They can't fool me.

You're wrong about Bank Manager Arwidson.

He wouldn't mix with girls of that kind.

-There's nothing wrong with the girls. -Someone else must have moved in.

Yes, someone else. Someone I'm going to check out.

I don't think this bubble will last much longer.

THE OPERA

Fried sausages and potatoes in white sauce.

And a large glass of milk, please.

And a sandwich.

A sandwich with liver pâté and cucumber.

Thanks.

Stand by for the stage. Act two starts in ten minutes. Thank you.

-May I join the ladies? -There is a free seat... over there.

His singing yesterday was magnificent.

Mr. Arwidson will be our new Caruso.

Mark my words.

He already is. They never stop mentioning him in the office.

-Really? -Yes.

And I've heard that the manager wants Mackie to sing Don Juan.

-That would be something. -We'll hear it sung as it should be.

If anyone deserves success, it's Mackie.

He's not just a wonderful artist. He's a wonderful person, too.

-And that's not always the case. -Well, you know all about that, Maj.

I sure do. It's usually not like that at all.

The other day, we went out dancing, drinking champagne.

And then he told me...

-Hello. -Hello, Mackie.

Thank you for the other day. It was unforgettable.

I'm so looking forward to singing with you in Don Juan.

I just heard the opera manager saying...

-What was that? -Othello.

Are you planning to let that dodgy character sing my part in Don Juan?

-Who are you talking about, Mr. Berg? -Marcus Arwidson or whatever his name is.

-Have you decided that? -No, I haven't.

You haven't?

Oh, you haven't?

Well, I thought that sounded a bit over the top.

I must admit, I didn't believe that for a second.

-I understand that. -I just wanted to check.

Marcus Arwidson as Don Juan.

-What an idea! -Marcus Arwidson as Don Juan...

Maybe that could be an idea.

-Sorry? -I said, maybe that could be an idea.

He's a bit inexperienced still, but thank you for the tip, Mr. Berg.

Not at all. Be my guest.

Strange. Why isn't Mrs. Nilsson opening the door?

We've never had to wait this long.

Thank you.

-Was there something else? -Yes.

We are here to see Bank Manager Arwidson.

He's gone away.

Has he gone away on his own birthday?

-That's impossible. -Sorry. Try again next year. Goodbye.

Hello! Please open up. Hello!

There are lots of men talking about your uncle and his birthday.

Oh, my God!

My birthday. How could I forget? That's it.

Mackie? Your birthday?

Why didn't you say anything? Happy birthday!

Go to bed, for God's sake. Make sure no one comes down here.

None of you. Dear God...

-Let's go. This is ridiculous. -Gentlemen!

It's our duty to make sure he's all right.

-It could be something serious. -He may be injured.

Hang on.

-What a surprise. -Good morning.

-Happy birthday. -Thank you.

I'm afraid I can't invite you in as usual. Mrs. Nilsson is away.

-And my new maid... You know how it is. -Oh, that was her.

-We were getting worried. -I see. She's not used to things yet.

-Have you redecorated? It's different. -Just some minor things.

I wanted a bit of a change.

Well, then... We can have the birthday party at the bank instead.

-I can't offer you anything here. -Yes, you can! We have coffee and buns.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Good morning.

Thank you for the birthday wishes.

It was a bit... improvised.

Dear Marcus, can you update us on the Scania Construction Company?

It is all sorted out.

We have received 200,000 krona in shares and bonds.

I would be grateful if we could see the documents.

Of course. Just a moment. Here you are.

These were the wrong papers. I do apologize.

I mixed up the dates. These things happen.

I have applied and I demand to do an audition.

No matter what the doorman says.

Come with me. We'll discuss it.

What on earth are you doing?

Don't ask. Help me search.

I've lost some important papers. I need to find them.

-Papers? What papers? -Bank documents.

What?

Have a look in the foyer.

-The foyer? -I mean the canteen.

I saw lots of briefcases there. Maybe someone took yours by mistake.

Hello there!

What are you doing with my briefcase?

Explain yourself!

I wanted to check if you had some papers belonging to me.

No, I think you'd better tell me the whole truth.

-And nothing but the truth. -That was all.

I see. Really?

Do you two know each other?

I don't think so.

Maybe you should introduce yourselves?

You happen to be colleagues.

-Marcus Arwidson. -Marcus Arwidson.

Yes. Maybe we can hear the rest now of this interesting story.

Who are you?

What's your name?

Why are you here?

Alright. As you wish.

I'll start from the beginning.

-I am Marcus Arwidson, bank manager. -I asked for the truth!

I'm afraid, Mr. Berg, that is the truth.

Right...

He doesn't speak a word of truth. He's not a bank manager.

He's a fraudster, a thief, a seducer.

-Calm down, so I can check this. -22 22 22.

-22 22 22. -22 22 22.

-Don't trust him! -I think you should rest your voice.

-May I speak to Bank Manager Arwidson? -I'm right here.

-I'm sorry, Bank Manager... -Malmnäs.

...Malmnäs.

Yes? Bank Manager Malmnäs? This is the police.

-I have someone here who's used an alias. -At the Opera.

Keep out of this.

He's been singing in the opera choir under the name Marcus Arwidson.

-He was caught in the act. -He tried to steal my briefcase.

Keep quiet! No, not you. Apologies.

He claims to be Bank Manager Marcus Arwidson.

It's about some missing bank documents.

No, we haven't got them back. No.

Right. I see.

Is that so? Right.

I see. We'll be in touch. Thanks for the information.

-I think we have to keep you here. -That's right!

-Here he is. -Good afternoon.

You can't give him anything.

But it's only a tiny flower.

Okay, then.

I'm so proud of you. You are handling this so very well.

Finally someone who believes me.

Will you help me?

There's... a file... in the pot.

I'm not a thief, April. I haven't stolen the papers.

-Haven't you? -No.

They must have been swapped. I had sheet music instead.

-If only I had a chance to find them. -I can help you, if I know where to look.

Search in the house.

Well...

We weren't allowed to stay. Mrs. Nilsson is back.

Do you have pen and paper? I'll write a message.

Can I offer you some candy?

Thank you.

Thanks.

-Unusually nice prison. -It's a detention cell.

Will you be back again soon?

Oh...

-Did you write this? -What's wrong?

It's not possible...

Mackie.

It was you. The whole time.

Yes.

Only me.

That's so romantic.

I'm the happiest person in the world.

Visiting time is up.

-The lady has to leave. -Can I give her a kiss?

As long as it's only one.

BANK MANAGER ARRESTED

SUSPICION OF FRAUD

LIVED A DOUBLE LIFE

ORGIES IN POSH VILLA

I just want to say that I...

Excuse me. I suspected him from the very beginning, when no one else did.

He had "crook" written all over his face.

My mother... She's sitting over there.

That's enough.

Call Miss Holm as a witness.

The bank manager is the nicest and kindest person I know.

-He has always been kind to me. -We don't doubt that.

Silence! Please continue, Miss Holm.

Everything was quite normal.

-Until... -Yes?

-Continue. -Until he started to sing.

He began taking showers and baths several times a day.

He started wearing cologne. He changed his clothes.

Suddenly, he sent us away.

I had a feeling he had started chasing girls.

He chased young girls!

He got them drunk on champagne. His whole house was full of ballet girls.

-My mother... -Objection! Unsubstantiated accusations.

-Does the accused want to say anything? -No, nothing at all.

-Typical! -Quiet.

Defense attorney, Mr. Bielke.

Your Honor.

Mr. Prosecutor.

Members of the jury.

I ask you to consider this man's situation.

Having suffered and worked his way through a tough childhood...

filled with difficulties and financial hardship,

he finally succeeded in working his way up

to an important, responsible position, high up in society--

Wrong.

Sorry?

I said it's wrong.

My father was a bank manager, and I succeeded him.

I having nothing further to add.

Are you trying to ruin my career?

-Or what are you doing? -But...

-It's not true. -True?

-Requesting further questions. -Granted.

Why did you join the choir?

Well...

They wanted me.

-This is no joke. -I understand that.

Why did you start singing?

I found my voice.

Didn't you have one?

No.

He's lying. He's lying.

Mr. Berg, I'm warning you.

Any other reasons?

Yes.

I fell in love.

With the Opera.

You mean with a ballet dancer, whom you lived with?

Your Honor, I can... I can...

He can confirm that.

Objection!

One moment, Your Honor. I have found them!

I have found the papers. Here you are.

I'm sorry, Mr. Opera Manager, but he has lost his voice.

I can't make a sound.

He can't make a sound at all.

Yes, it's absolutely terrible. I do understand, Mr. Opera Manager.

And fully sold out.

I'm sorry? No, that's absolutely out of the question.

There's no way he can sing tonight.

Of course.

He shouldn't have talked so much in court.

Of course, but I know my little boy.

When he gets going, nothing can stop him.

No, not even his own mother, Mr. Opera Manager.

Yes... Sorry. Goodbye. Thank you very much.

This is just great. Even the king is coming.

What do I do? I can't just cancel.

You don't have to.

I know someone who can do it. Someone who knows it perfectly.

You could at least listen to him.

-He's brilliant. -But where is he? I'll take a chance.

Not bad. He will go far.

If he gets out.

I see no problem. If you approve, that's fine with me, Commissioner.

If it's done under proper surveillance, I'm willing to give my approval.

We have to help each other in a crisis.

Thank you on behalf of the Royal Opera.

-If you want free tickets, just call me. -Thank you.

Thank you.

Don't let go, but remember the head voice. Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi.

Mackie. It will go so well.

See you tonight.

PRIVATE BANK

Oh...

Oh, it's you.

Yes, it's me.

-Funny to see you again. -Yes, very funny.

-I lost my job because of you. -Oh, no.

-For that kiss? -Correct.

-So you're very angry? -No, but you're interrupting me.

I'll be off then.

Good.

I've been robbed!

Stop the thief!

Robbery!

Stop the thief!

DON JUAN

They are safe here.

Fantastic!

-You know what to do? -Exactly.

No whispering. Speak loudly.

I just said he should sing legato...

Legato?

-Hello there! -This way.

Just take it easy, Mr. Arwidson. It will be fine.

-Break a leg. -I will do my best.

I must go and receive the king. I'll see you later.

Oh, thank you.

You mustn't say "thank you." It's bad luck.

Right. Thank you.

Yes, everything is under control. Carry on as before.

Are you okay?

Maybe I'll...

-Hello again. -Hello.

-How funny. -Yes, very funny.

Nice girls don't do that.

Not this time. I'll call the police if you don't let go.

-What are you doing here? -Me?

-Ask her. -The bank papers.

-Bank documents worth 200,000 krona. -Just turn them over.

-We have to investigate this. -No, Constable.

Constable! Stop the thief.

This way!

Let go!

DON JUAN ACT 1

No! Over my dead body.

-Bless you. -Thanks.

Hey!

I'm not letting a common thief take my star role

in front of His Royal Highness and bring shame on the Royal Opera.

Oh, no!

Osvald Berg, have you gone mad?

You should be in bed. Is your mother aware of this?

I don't care about Mother.

I'd rather make a mess of it than let him be a success.

A scandal, I mean.

-What's going on? I'm stuck. -Go.

Help! I'm stuck.

Help me!

Lower the curtain!

-It's my composition. -My angel.

Raise the curtain.

I wrote it. It's very good. Let me go.

-It's my brother's coat. -Raise the curtain!

-Lower the curtain. -Give me my symphony!

Oh, my God. Your Majesty. Raise the curtain.

Raise the curtain.

Lower the curtain!

-What's happened? -I just want... Stop the thief!

-Theft! She's stolen my... -We've found the bank documents.

Your Royal Highness.

Ladies and gentlemen.

A miracle has taken place tonight. A great miracle.

Justice has been done.

Defamation stamped out.

A promising young composer has been discovered,

and a star singer born

on this legendary stage!

And all this, ladies and gentlemen,

is thanks to one man:

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

And Court Singer Osvald Berg.

Without Mozart's music and Osvald Berg's cold,

this performance would not have happened.

-A heartfelt thank you. -Thanks.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, our new colleague and singer,

Marcus Arwidson.

And now, four cheers for our beloved Opera House,

the Royal Opera.

Hurrah!

-Any regrets? -I can't help loving you.

-I'm too old. -And I'm too young.

It's madness.

Utter madness.

Come.

Osvald, weddings are so romantic.

Don't get any ideas.

Subtitle translation by Tina Engström