-
- You wanted to see me, Doctor?
- Have you seen Mrs Vogler, Sister?
-
- No, not yet.
- Then I'll fill you in...
-
...and give you the reasons
why you're to care for her.
-
Mrs Vogler is an actress, as you know,
and was performing in Electra.
-
In the middle of the play she fell silent
and looked around as if in surprise.
-
She remained quiet for a minute.
-
Afterwards she excused herself by
saying she was overcome by laughter.
-
The next day the theatre rang and
asked if she'd forgotten her rehearsal.
-
When the housekeeper went in
she was still in bed.
-
She was awake but didn't
answer questions and didn't move.
-
She's been like this for three months
and been given every conceivable test.
-
The result is clear. She's perfectly
healthy, both mentally and physically.
-
It's not even a question
of some kind of hysterical reaction.
-
Any questions, Sister Alma?
-
No? Then you can go in to Mrs Vogler.
-
Good day, Mrs Vogler.
My name is Sister Alma.
-
I've been employed
to look after you for a while.
-
Perhaps I should tell you about myself.
I'm 25, engaged...
-
I got my nursing certificate
two years ago.
-
My parents have a farm. My mother
was also a nurse before she married.
-
I'll fetch the dinner tray.
-
It's fried liver and fruit salad.
It looks really good.
-
Do you want to raise your head?
Is it okay like that?
-
Sister Alma.
What's your first impression?
-
I don't know what to say, Doctor.
-
First her face looks soft, almost
childish. Then you see her eyes...
-
She's got such a severe look, I think.
-
- I don't know, I should...
- What were you thinking?
-
- I thought I should refuse the job.
- Did something frighten you?
-
No, but she should have a nurse
who's older and more experienced.
-
- Experienced in life. I may not cope.
- Cope?
-
Mentally.
-
If Mrs Vogler's silence and immobility
is the result of a decision...
-
-...it must be as she's seen as healthy.
- Well?
-
It's a decision that shows great mental
strength. Perhaps I'm not up to it.
-
You might like to see the dusk,
Mrs Vogler. I can draw them later.
-
Shall I turn on the radio?
There's a play, I think.
-
Forgive me, my darling.
Oh, you must forgive me.
-
I don't desire anything other
than your forgiveness.
-
What are you laughing at, Mrs Vogler?
Is it the actress that's funny?
-
What do you know about compassion?
What do you know?
-
What do you know about compassion?
-
I don't understand things like that,
Mrs Vogler.
-
I'm interested in film and theatre,
but I go so seldom.
-
I have enormous admiration
for artists.
-
I think art
has an enormous importance in life.
-
Especially for people
who have problems of some kind.
-
I shouldn't talk to you about things
like that. I'm skating on thin ice.
-
I'll see if I can find some music.
-
Is that good?
-
Good night, Mrs Vogler. Sleep well.
-
Damn!
-
It's strange.
You go around almost any old how.
-
Do almost any old thing.
-
I'll marry Karl-Henrik and we'll
have a few children that I'll raise.
-
All that is decided. It's inside of me.
-
It's nothing to ponder over.
-
It's a huge feeling of security.
-
Then I have a job that I like
and am happy with.
-
That's good too. But in another way.
-
But it's good... good.
-
It's good.
-
I wonder what's really wrong with her?
-
Elisabet Vogler...
-
Elisabet.
-
Would you like me to open the letter,
Mrs Vogler?
-
Shall I read it?
-
Shall I read it to you?
-
ÑDear Elisabet: As I'm not allowed
to see you, I'm writing.ì
-
ÑIf you don't want to read my letter,
you can ignore it.ì
-
ÑI can't help seeking
this contact with youì -
-
- Ñas I'm tormented
by a constant question:ì
-
ÑHave I harmed you in some way?
Have I hurt you without knowing?ì
-
ÑHas some terrible misunderstanding
arisen between us?ì
-
Should I really read any more?
-
ÑAs far as I understood, we were
happy recently. We've never been...ì
-
Ñ...as close to one anotherì
-
ÑDo you remember saying: Now
I understand what marriage means?ì
-
ÑYou have taught me..ì
I can't see what's written here.
-
ÑYou have taught..ì Now I see...
-
ÑYou've taught me that we must see
each other as two anxious childrenì -
-
- Ñfilled with good will
and the best intentionsì
-
ÑBut gov..ì
-
Now I see it. ÑBut governed by forces
we only partially controlì
-
ÑDo you remember saying all of that?ì
-
ÑWe were walking in the woods
and you stopped and held my belt..ì
-
There was a photograph
with the letter as well.
-
It's a photograph of your son.
I don't know if...
-
Would you like it, Mrs Vogler?
-
He looks awfully sweet.
-
I've been thinking, Elisabet. I don't
think you should remain at the hospital.
-
I think it's harmful.
As you don't want to go home -
-
- you and Sister Alma can move out
to my summer place by the sea. Hmm?
-
Don't you think I understand?
The hopeless dream of being.
-
Not seeming, but being.
-
Consious at every moment. Vigilant.
-
At the same time the chasm between
what you are to others and to yourself.
-
The feeling of vertigo and the constant
desire to at last be exposed.
-
To be seen through, cut down,
perhaps even annihilated.
-
Every tone of voice a lie, every gesture
a falsehood, every smile a grimace.
-
Commit suicide? Oh, no.
-
That's ugly. You don't do that.
-
But you can be immobile, you can
fall silent. Then at least you don't lie.
-
You can close yourself in,
shut yourself off.
-
Then you don't have to play roles,
show any faces or make false gestures.
-
You think...
-
But you see, reality is bloody-minded.
Your hideout isn't watertight.
-
Life seeps in everything.
-
You're forced to react.
-
No one asks if it's real or unreal,
if you're true or false.
-
It's only in the theatre the question
carries weight. Hardly even there.
-
I understand you, Elisabet. I understand
you're keeping silent, you're immobile.
-
That you've placed this lack of will
into a fantastic system.
-
I understand and admire you.
-
I think you should maintain this role
until it's played out.
-
Until it's no longer interesting.
Then you can leave it.
-
Just as you bit by bit
leave all your other roles.
-
Mrs Vogler and Sister Alma moved out
to the doctor's house in late summer.
-
The sojourn near the sea
had a favourable effect on the actress.
-
The apathy that had crippled her
in hospital yields to long walks -
-
- fishing trips, cooking,
letter writing and other diversions.
-
Sister Alma enjoys her rural seclusion
and takes utmost care of her patient.
-
Don't you know it's bad luck
to compare hands?
-
Elisabet? Can I read you something
from my book?
-
Or am I disturbing you? It says here:
-
ÑAll the anxiety we bear with us,
all our thwarted dreamsì -
-
- Ñthe incomprehensible cruelty,
our fear of extinctionì -
-
- Ñthe painful insight
into our earthly conditionì -
-
- Ñhave slowly eroded our hope
of an other-wordly salvationì
-
ÑThe howl of our faith and doubt
against the darkness and silenceì -
-
- Ñis one of the most awful proofs
of our abandonmentì -
-
- Ñand our terrified,
unuttered knowledgeì
-
Do you think it's like that?
-
I don't believe it.
-
Making changes...
The worst thing with me is I'm so lazy.
-
And then I get a bad conscience. Karl-
Henrik scolds me for lacking ambition.
-
He says I go around like a sleepwalker.
I think that's unfair.
-
I was best in my group with the exams.
But he probably means something else.
-
You know...
-
Oh, sorry. You know
what I sometimes think of?
-
At the hospital where I did my exam,
there's a home for old nurses.
-
Ones that have always been nurses,
lived for their work. Always in uniform.
-
They live in their small rooms. Imagine
devoting your whole life to something.
-
I mean, believing in something.
Accomplishing something.
-
Believing that one's life has a purpose.
I like things like that.
-
Sticking to one thing doggedly,
irrespective. I think one ought to.
-
Mean something to other people.
Don't you think so as well?
-
I know it sounds childish,
but I believe in it.
-
Goodness, it's raining a lot!
-
Oh, yes. He was married.
We had a relationship for five years.
-
Then he got tired, of course.
-
I was very much in love, that's for sure.
And he was the first.
-
I remember it all like a long torment.
-
Long periods of pain
and then short moments when...
-
I'm thinking of it as you've taught me
to smoke. He smoked loads.
-
Thinking of it afterwards,
it's really banal. A real pulp fiction.
-
In a strange way
it was never really real.
-
I don't know how to describe it.
At least, I was never quite real to him.
-
My pain was real, that's for sure.
-
Somehow it was is if it was part of it
in some nasty way.
-
As if that's how it was supposed to be.
-
Even the things we said to each other...
-
Many people have told me that
I'm a good listener. Funny, huh?
-
No one's ever bothered to listen to me.
Like you are now. You're listening.
-
I think you're the first person
who's listened to me.
-
It can't be interesting at all.
You could read a good book instead.
-
God, I'm going on.
You're not getting irritated?
-
It's so nice to talk.
It feels so nice and warm.
-
I feel like I've never felt
in my whole life.
-
I always wanted a sister.
I only have a load of brothers. Seven.
-
Funny, huh? Then I come along. I've
been surrounded by boys all my life.
-
I like boys. But you would know that
with all your experience as an actress.
-
I really like Karl-Henrik.
But, you know, you only love once.
-
I'm faithful to him. In my profession
there are opportunities, I can tell you.
-
Karl-Henrik and I had hired
a cottage by the sea.
-
It was June, we were all alone.
-
One day when Karl-Henrik had gone
into town, I went to the beach alone.
-
It was really nice and warm.
-
There was another girl there.
She lived on an island nearby -
-
- but had come over as our beach lay
to the south and was more relaxed.
-
So we lay beside one another
completely naked and sunbathed.
-
We slept a little, woke up,
and put on some oil.
-
We wore these hats on our heads,
you know, those cheap straw hats.
-
I had a blue ribbon around my hat.
-
I lay looking out from under the hat -
-
- glanced out at the landscape,
the sea and the sun.
-
It was so curious.
-
Suddenly I saw two figures jumping
about on the rocks above us.
-
They hid and peeped out
occasionally.
-
ÑThere are two boys looking at usì,
I said to her. Her name was Katarina.
-
ÑWell, let them lookì, she said,
and turned on her back.
-
It was such a strange feeling.
-
I wanted to run and put on
my costume, but I just lay still...
-
On my belly with my bum in the air,
totally unembarrassed, totally calm.
-
All the time I had Katarina beside me
with her breasts and thick thighs.
-
She just lay there
giggling a little to herself.
-
Then I saw the boys had come nearer.
They just stood looking at us.
-
I saw that they were terribly young.
-
Then one of them, the bravest one -
-
- he came up to us
and squatted down beside Katarina.
-
He pretended to be busy with his foot
and sat poking between his toes.
-
I felt totally strange.
-
Suddenly I heard Katarina say:
-
ÑAren't you going
to come over here?ì
-
Then she took his hand and helped
him take his jeans and shirt off.
-
Suddenly he was over her and she
helped him in and held his behind.
-
The other boy just sat on the slope
and watched.
-
I heard Katarina whisper in his ear
and laugh.
-
I had his face right next to me.
-
It was all red and swollen.
-
Suddenly I turned over and said,
ÑAren't you going to come to me too?ì
-
Katarina said, ÑGo to her nowì.
And he pulled out of her and...
-
...he fell over me, completely hard.
He took hold of one breast.
-
God, it hurt so much...
-
I was all ready somehow, I came
at once. Can you understand that?
-
I was just going to tell him, ÑBe careful
so that I don't get pregnantì -
-
- when he came. I felt...
-
I felt it like I'd never felt it before
how he sprayed his seed into me.
-
He gripped my shoulders and bent
backwards. I came over and over.
-
Katarina lay on her side looking
and she held him from behind.
-
When he came she embraced him
and made herself come with his hand.
-
And when she came she screamed
really loud.
-
Then all three of us started laughing.
-
We called the other boy sitting
on the slope. His name was Peter.
-
He came down all confused,
looking frozen in the sunshine.
-
Katarina unbuttoned his trousers
and started playing with him.
-
When he came
she took him in her mouth.
-
He bent down and started kissing her
on the back.
-
She turned around, took his head in
both hands and gave him her breast.
-
The other boy got so excited,
so he and I started again.
-
It was as nice as the first time.
-
Then we swam and parted. When I
came back, Karl-Henrik had returned.
-
We ate dinner together and drank
the red wine he had with him.
-
Then we slept together.
-
It's never been as good, before or since.
Can you understand that?
-
Then I fell pregnant, of course.
-
Karl-Henrik, who's studying medicine,
took me to a friend who aborted it.
-
We were both happy.
We didn't want any children.
-
Not just then, anyway.
-
It doesn't make sense.
None of it fits together.
-
Then you get a bad conscience over
small things. Can you understand?
-
What happens to everything
you believe in? Isn't it necessary?
-
Can you be one and the same person
at the same time?
-
I mean, was I two people...?
God, I'm being silly...
-
I don't have any reason
to start snivelling, anyway.
-
Wait, I'm going to fetch a tissue.
-
It's nearly morning...
and it's still raining.
-
Imagine, I've been talking in a stream.
I've talked and you've listened to me.
-
How boring for you. Of what interest
can my life be to you?
-
One should be like you.
-
You know what I thought
when I saw your film that night?
-
When I came home I saw myself
in the mirror and thought: we're alike.
-
Don't misunderstand me, you're much
prettier, but we are alike in a way.
-
I think I could turn myself into you.
If I made a real effort.
-
I mean inside.
-
You could turn yourself into me
just like that.
-
Although your soul would be much
too big. It would stick out everywhere!
-
You should go to bed now. Otherwise
you'll fall asleep at the table.
-
No, I must go to bed.
Otherwise I'll fall asleep at the table.
-
That would be
a little too uncomfortable.
-
Good night.
-
Listen, Elisabet...
-
Did you speak to me last night?
-
Were you in my room last night?
-
Shall I take your mail as well?
-
Can I have a taste?
-
Bye.
-
My dear: I'd always like to live
like this. This silence, living cut off -
-
- this feeling of the battered soul
finally beginning to straighten out.
-
Alma's spoiling me
in the most moving manner.
-
I think, by the way, that she's enjoying
herself and is quite taken with me -
-
- even smitten in an unconscious and
delightful way. It's fun studying her.
-
Sometimes she cries over past sins -
-
- an episodic orgy with a totally
strange boy followed by an abortion.
-
She complains that her notions of life
don't accord with her actions.
-
I see you're reading a play? That's
a healthy sign, I'll tell the doctor.
-
Don't you think we should leave soon?
I'm starting to miss town.
-
Aren't you?
-
Would you like to make me
really happy?
-
I know it's a sacrifice,
but I need your help right now.
-
It's nothing dangerous.
But I want you to talk to me.
-
Doesn't have to be special.
Anything, what we're having for dinner -
-
- or if you think the water's cold after
the storm. If it's too cold to swim.
-
We only need to talk a few minutes.
One minute.
-
You can read from your book.
Just say a few words.
-
I must try not to get angry. You
remain silent and that's your business.
-
But now I need you to talk to me.
-
My dear woman,
can't you say just a single word?
-
I knew you'd refuse.
You can't know how I feel.
-
I always thought great artists felt
great compassion for other people.
-
That they created from a sense of
great sympathy and a need to help.
-
That was stupid of me.
-
You've used me. Now that you don't
need me you just throw me away.
-
Yes, I hear very well how it sounds,
how false it sounds!
-
You've used me, now you're
discarding me. Every word!
-
And then these glasses!
-
You've really hurt me. You've
laughed at me behind my back.
-
I read the letter you sent to the doctor.
-
Just think, it wasn't sealed!
And I read it thoroughly!
-
You got me to talk. You got me to
tell you things I've never told anyone.
-
And you hand it on.
What a study, huh?! You're not...
-
You're going to talk now! If you've got
anything to say, you're bloody well...
-
No, stop it!
-
You were really scared now, huh?
-
For a second you were
genuinely scared, not so?
-
A genuine fear of death, huh?
Alma's gone crazy, you thought.
-
What kind of person are you, really?
-
Or do you think like this:
I'll remember that face.
-
That tone of voice, that expression. I'll
give you something you won't forget!
-
You're laughing, are you?
-
It's not so simple for me.
Not so funny, either.
-
But you've always got your laugh.
-
Must it be like this?
-
Is it really important not to lie,
to speak the truth -
-
- to talk with a genuine tone of voice?
-
Can one live at all
without talking freely?
-
Lie and deviate and evade things.
-
Isn't it better to allow yourself
to be lazy and sloppy, untruthful?
-
Maybe you become a little better if
you just let yourself be what you are.
-
No, you don't understand. You don't
understand what I'm saying.
-
You are inaccessible.
-
They said you were mentally healthy,
but your madness is the worst.
-
You're acting healthy. You do it
so well everyone believes you.
-
Everyone except me,
because I know how rotten you are.
-
What am I doing?
-
Elisabet! Elisabet, forgive me.
-
I behaved like an idiot,
don't know what got into me.
-
I'm here to help you.
Then there was that awful letter.
-
I was so disappointed.
You asked me to talk about myself.
-
It was nice, you looked so understanding,
I'd drunk a lot...
-
It was so nice to talk about it all.
-
I was also flattered that a great actress
cared to listen to me.
-
Somehow I thought it would be nice
if it was of some use to you.
-
But it's terrible, isn't it?
Sheer exhibitionism.
-
Elisabet, I want you to forgive me.
-
I like you so much,
you mean so much to me.
-
I've learned so much from you,
I don't want to part as enemies.
-
You don't want to forgive me.
You're too proud!
-
You won't lower yourself
because you don't need to!
-
I won't, I won't...!
-
We don't talk... don't listen...
understand...
-
- Elisabet?
- What means should... to enable...
-
When you sleep your face is slack.
-
Your mouth is swollen and ugly.
-
You have a nasty wrinkle
on your forehead.
-
You smell of sleep and tears.
-
I can see the pulse on your throat.
-
You have a scar you normally cover
with make-up.
-
Elisabet!
-
He's calling again.
-
I'll find out what he wants from us.
-
Out here, far away in our loneliness.
-
Elisabet?
-
Elisabet? Sorry if I frightened you.
-
- I'm not Elisabet.
- I don't have any demands.
-
I didn't want to disturb you.
Don't you think I understand?
-
The doctor explained
a number of things to me.
-
The most difficult thing is explaining
to the little boy. I'm doing my best.
-
There is something that lies deeper,
that is hard to catch sight of.
-
You love someone, or more correctly,
say you love someone, it's...
-
It's understandable.
Tangible as words are, that is.
-
Mr Vogler, I'm not your wife.
-
You are also loved.
You build a little fellowship.
-
It generates security. You see
the possibility of enduring, not so?
-
How can I say everything I've thought
without losing my way, boring you?
-
I love you, as much as I did before.
-
No, don't be so anxious, my darling.
We have one another.
-
We have faith,
know each other's thoughts.
-
We love one another.
It's true isn't it?
-
It's the effort that's most important,
not what we achieve. Isn't it?
-
To see each other as children.
Tormented, helpless, lonely children.
-
- Elisabet.
- Tell the boy that I'm coming soon.
-
Mummy's been sick,
but she's longing for her little boy.
-
Remember to buy a present for him.
From Mummy, don't forget.
-
You know I feel
such tenderness for you.
-
It's difficult to bear.
-
I don't know what to do
with my tenderness.
-
I live from your tenderness.
-
Elisabet, do you like being with me?
Is it nice?
-
- You're a wonderful lover. You know.
- My darling...
-
Anaethetise me... throw me away!
-
No, I can't, I can't take any more!
-
Leave me alone!
It's shame, it's all shame!
-
Leave me alone!
I'm cold and rotten and indifferent!
-
It's all just lies and imitation,
all of it!
-
Elisabet, what have you got there?
-
What are you hiding
under your hand? Let me see.
-
It's the photo of your little boy.
The one you tore up.
-
We must talk about that.
-
Tell me about it, Elisabet.
-
Then I will.
-
It was one night at a party, isn't
that so? It got late and quite rowdy.
-
Towards morning
someone in the group said:
-
ÑElisabet, you virtually have it all in
your armoury as a woman and artistì
-
ÑBut you lack motherlinessì
-
You laughed
because you thought it sounded silly.
-
But after a while you noticed
you thought about what he'd said.
-
You became more and more worried.
You let your husband impregnate you.
-
You wanted to be a mother.
-
When you realized it was definite,
you became frightened.
-
Frightened of responsibility, of being
tied down, of leaving the theatre.
-
Frightened of pain, of dying,
frightened of your body swelling up.
-
But you played the role. The role
of a happy, young, expectant mother.
-
Everyone said, Ñlsn't she beautiful?
She's never been so beautifulì
-
Meanwhile you tried to abort the foetus
several times.
-
But you failed.
-
When you saw it was irreversible,
you started to hate the baby.
-
And you wished it would be stillborn.
-
You wished the baby would be dead.
-
You wished for a dead baby.
-
It was a difficult and long delivery.
-
You were in agony for days. Finally
the baby was delivered with forceps.
-
You looked with disgust and terror
at your squealing baby and whispered:
-
ÑCan't you die soon? Can't you die?ì
-
But he survived.
-
The boy screamed day and night.
-
And you hated him. You were scared,
you had a bad conscience.
-
Finally the boy was taken care of
by relatives and a nanny.
-
You could get up from your sickbed
and return to the theatre.
-
But the suffering wasn't over.
-
The boy was gripped by a massive
and unfathomable love for his mother.
-
You defend yourself.
You defend yourself in despair.
-
You feel you can't return it.
So you try, and you try...
-
But there are only cruel and clumsy
meetings between you.
-
You can't do it.
You're cold and indifferent.
-
He looks at you.
He loves you and he's so gentle.
-
You want to hit him
because he doesn't leave you alone.
-
You think he's disgusting
with his thick mouth and ugly body.
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His moist and pleading eyes.
He's disgusting and you're scared.
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What are you hiding
under your hand? Let me see.
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It's the photo of your little boy.
The one you tore up.
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We must talk about it.
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Tell me about it, Elisabet.
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Then I will.
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It was one night at a party,
isn't that right?
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It got late and quite rowdy.
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Towards morning
someone in the group said:
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ÑElisabet, you virtually have it all in
your armoury as a woman and artistì
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ÑBut you lack motherlinessì
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You laughed
because you thought it sounded silly.
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But after a while you noticed
you thought about what he'd said.
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You became more and more worried.
You let your husband impregnate you.
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You wanted to be a mother.
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When you realized it was definite,
you became frightened.
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Frightened of responsibility, of being
tied down, of leaving the theatre.
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Frightened of pain, of dying,
frightened of your body swelling up.
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But you played the role. The role
of a happy, young, expectant mother.
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Everyone said, Ñlsn't she beautiful?
She's never been so beautifulì
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Meanwhile you tried to abort the foetus
several times.
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But you failed.
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When you saw it was irreversible...
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...you started to hate the baby.
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And you wished it would be stillborn.
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You wished the baby would be dead.
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You wished for a dead baby.
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The delivery was difficult and long.
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You were in agony for days. Finally
the baby was delivered with forceps.
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You looked with disgust and terror
at your squealing baby and whispered:
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ÑCan't you die soon? Can't you die?ì
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The boy screamed day and night.
And you hated him.
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You were scared,
you had a bad conscience.
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Finally the boy was taken care of
by relatives and a nanny.
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You could get up from your sickbed
and return to the theatre.
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But the suffering wasn't over.
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The boy was gripped by a massive
and unfathomable love for his mother.
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You defend yourself in despair.
You feel you can't return it.
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So you try, and you try...
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But there are only cruel and clumsy
meetings between you.
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You can't do it.
You're cold and indifferent.
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He looks at you.
He loves you and he's so gentle.
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You want to hit him
because he doesn't leave you alone.
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You think he's disgusting
with his thick mouth and ugly body.
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His moist and pleading eyes.
He's disgusting and you're scared.
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No!
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I'm not like you. I don't feel like you.
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I'm Sister Alma,
I'm just here to help you.
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I'm not Elisabet Vogler.
You are Elisabet Vogler.
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I would like to have...
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I love...
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I haven't...
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I've learnt quite a lot.
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We'll see how long I hold out.
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I'll never be like you, never.
I change all the time.
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You can do what you like,
you won't get to me anyhow.
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Saying doesn't help.
Cut a candle.
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A kind of otherness.
Not now, no. No, no.
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Warning and out of time.
Unforeseen.
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When it was supposed to occur,
it didn't occur and so failure.
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Yourself where you are.
But I should do it.
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Not inwards, no...
Say collect and advise others...
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The disconsolate, perhaps...
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Take, yes... but what is closest...?
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What's it called...? No, no, no...
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Us, we, me, I...
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Many words and such nausea...
Incomprehensible pain. The throw...
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Try and listen to me now.
Repeat after me.
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Nothing...
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Nothing. No, nothing...
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Nothing.
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That's it. That's good.
That's how it should be.
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Translation: Alexander Keiller
Subtitling International