His name is Andreas Vinkelman. He's 48 years old.
He has been living alone for a long time in this house on an island in the sea.
The roof is old and after the rain last autumn, it has started leaking.
-Hello Johan. -Hello.
-How are you? -Fine, thanks.
-How are your lungs? -Everything's bad.
-I have bottle of medecine at home which you can have if you want. -Thanks.
Why not stop by someday?
Then we could sit down and chat as well.
I have to get to the post office before closing time.
Why not get together someday?
-Goodbye. -Bye.
Hello?
Good day.
-My name is Anna From. -Vinkelman.
-I have to make an important call, but our telephone is broken. -Please, use mine.
-Welcome. -Thank you so very much.
It's over there.
Thank you.
Stockholm. 4-0-0-9-7-9.
Can you call me back afterwards and tell me how much I owe?
Thank you.
Hello. Elis? It's Anna. Sorry for disturbing you.
Can you check something for me before you go home today?
Andreas put away some money when the boy was born. I need that money now.
Yes.
He never did?
Why?
You were supposed to help him. We've talked about that money.
I don't understand.
Elis, it's not just an ordinary marrital transaction we speak about here!
This really means something to me-
-and it's not the money!
Elis...
Yes.
See you tonight.
-I owe you some for the phone call. -Thank you. There was no hurry.
Welcome back.
You can use the telephone any time.
Interlude. Von Sydow. 4th.
Max.. Personally, as an actor, what is your view of Andreas Vinkelman?
I find him rather difficult in a way-
-because he has tried to hide himself for a long time.
His failed marriage and his juridical difficulties, has forced him into a cul-de-sac-
-where he simply tries to hide his identity.
He tries to erase his own means of expression.
And that hiding place has for him, perhaps without realizing it, become a prison.
The difficult task for me, as an actor-
-is to try to express his lack of expressiveness.
Dearest Anna.
I can't live with you any longer.
I've been ignoring that truth because I love you.
I neither can or want to live with you any longer.
I don't believe in any more attempts-
-because neither you or I have a serious will to change ourselves.
But I don't want to give up-
-because I know we will only end up in other complications-
-which will terrify our souls and lead to physical and emotional violence.
I therefore beg you not to contact me. Yours, Andreas.
-Good day. -Good day?
-Is it possible to see Mrs From? -No, she's having a small cold. She has gone to bed.
She borrowed my telephone. She forgot her bag.
-Oh! I take care of it then. -That's kind of you.
Good day. Do you want to step inside? It's a bit chilly now.
That's very kind of you, but I'm a bit busy.
-Please drop by some other time then. -I'd love to.
-Welcome back. -Thank you.
so.. so..
so.. Little fellow.
Come and see what I have.
Let's see if I have something nice for you.
That was not bad.
Let's see what they have done to you, little fellow.
Sorry. I thought something had happened to you.
Oh no. It was nothing.
I've a trouble sleeping. Sometimes, I take a nap during the day.
I'm sorry I woke you up.
Bye for now.
This encounter leads to an invitation for dinner.
For unknown reasons, he accepts. He puts on a white shirt, tie and a dark suit.
The mood is warm, lovely and open hearted. He feels a sudden devotion for these people.
I'm not used to.. I'm not an eremite. On the contrary, I enjoy seeing people but..
I hope we don't bore you.
When I was little, I remember me sitting in my fathers lap. We were reading this book called "Light".
It was about the creation of the world. And there was a picture of God flying over earth with his arms open..
-and he flew close to the ground and.. He was very handsome with a big beard.
Although my parents didn't believe in God, I did, because I had this book, see?
Do you believe in God now?
-Do I believe in God, Elis? -Perhaps you don't even believe in the printed word any more?
No, but I.. I believe in God. Or no..
-If you had a child. Would you tell it about God? -No. But I don't know what I would do with children. I couldn't make it.
Sure you could.
-It's hard because.. What? -Perhaps you would let the child make up its own mind?
Yes, I think so.
Andreas? I'm going to Milano to realize that city's proud dream of a culture center. Come and visit me.
It's a very interesting city. It's enormous, filled with enormously ugly, terrible and disgusting people.
No, you can't say that. One shall not say that.
But these people are now to be served various kinds of cultural activities.
You have to see how this will become a reality, a terrific monument over a cultural hypocricy.
-Are you the right man for this job? -Sure!
-How can you despise your work like that? -I'm not.
It is extremely important that I keep on working, so I can satisfy your needs, especially the economic ones.
But why have you taken on this job then?
I enjoy drawing houses. I'm a prominent architect. I'm flattered by their offer. There are lots of reasons..
But seriously. What does a culture house mean to you?
It's a memorial over the total pointlessness under which people like us live.
You are making fun of it! Why build it, if you don't believe in it?
I wouldn't have anything to do. What are you doing yourself?
I try to occupy my time with things I believe in. I try to find some truth in my life!
Yes, but how do you know what's true?
It's a feeling from within. Sometimes we fail, but we strive to fulfill our souls and hearts.
Do you fail often?
I have not failed in the things that's been the most important to me; to live together with a man, my husband Andreas.
-Do you know why I didn't fail? We lived together in harmony because we were true, honest and believed in each other.
If I saw upon my marriage as you on your culture house, I wouldn't be here today.
I wouldn't have any happy memories. I wouldn't have anything to believe in.
...complications that will terrify our souls and lead to physical and emotional violence.
-My God, it's pouring. -How will you be able to get home?
-You can sleep here. Can't he? -Well, that's it then!
Andreas!
Andreas!!
I got a permission last year to buy land all the way to the seashore.
-It's very beautiful here. -Yes, we're completely on our own.
-Andreas, did you here something last night? -I woke up, but I'm sure I fell asleep again.
-It was Anna. She still has nightmares after the accident. -I understand.
Well! Let's go up to the mill, shall we?
This is how it looks like. Be my guest.
At first, I collected all sorts of pictures.
Pictures taken by me, from newspapers, magazines, second-hand bookshops.
-They are always about humans. For example: In this box I have people who eat in all categories. -Amazing!
Here's sleeping people, passionate people. It's in this section here.
Under one period, I only collected pictures of violence. Please be seated.
It's all sorted after different behavioural types-
-It's an irrational classification that I find just as pointless as the collecting act itself.
The section over there contains faces. Close-ups. The pictures are taken by me. Some of them are interesting.
-By the way, I wondered if I could take a serie with you too. Would you mind? -No, not at all. I'm flattered.
-Also, I have all the time in the world. -That settles it then.
Yes.. Here it is.
Andreas, this might interest you.
Anna From. 23 years old. Happily married. 7 years before the accident.
-Do you have a photo of her husband? -Of course.
Here he is; Your namesake.
Tell me, what kind of man was this Andreas?
He was generally considered a scientific genius. But he never got any real chance to prove it.
-He had a peculiar mixture of goodhearted mildness and icecold ruthlessness. A drink? -Yes, please.
-Whiskey? -Yes, please.
-It's not too early? -Not today.
-Ice? -No, please.
Anyway, we were friends since school, but I didn't knew him that well.
To Anna he was, for logical reasons, a disaster.
She loved him like a mad. I've never seen anything like it. Possibly read about it in the litterature.
I assume he loved her as well, in his own odd way.. I don't know. Cheers!
By the way, I'm a disqualified witness.
My wife was his mistress for one year. I'm not complaining; It was totally open.
But one day, she left him. I still don't know why.
I haven't had the guts to ask.
-Here you go. -Thanks.
Where was I...?
Yes. I would say..
I would say that Eva has an enormously strong soul.
-I mean, you don't think that when you see her. -I've never thought that way.
She and Anna has been inseparable friends for many years.
Well.. Now you know that. Cheers.
Do you hear anything?
No. Not a bloody thing.
Andreas. Do you hear what I'm saying?!!
Damn.
Andreas!!
Listen here, Vinkelman. Vinkelman. Vinkelman.
Andreas!!
Do you hear?! Do you hear ?!
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Damn! Damn!
Andreas!!
Andreas?
Andreas!
What are you doing?
Andreas! For Gods sake, you can't sit here.
Get up! Or I'll kick you.
Just calm down now. I'm going to make some coffee. Then you will feel better.
Hell!!
Interlude. Liv Ullman. 7th.
I sympathize alot with Anna's need for truth.
I understand perfectly that she wishes the world to be in a certain way.
But after a while it seems that this need for truth, becomes a dangerous companion for her.
When she realizes that the world isn't right, and she doesn't get the response she demands-
-she escapes into lies and illusions.
And that's what's hard with being righteous, I guess. You demand that others must share your beliefs.
And we can see this today among thousands of people.
Hello, hello.
Hello!
I've been alone now for three days and I'm terribly bored.
-So I thought; why not pay Andreas a visit? -A good idea!
You couldn't do more than drive me away.
-Care to show me your house? -Sure.
-Do you want to? -Sure, this way.
-This is nice. -It's my study. -Have you read all those? -Well, maybe not all.
-And what do we have here? -The kitchen. -This could be a nice place.
-Where do you sleep? In here? -Yes. -What a desolate place! -Really?
Anna cancelled her visit. She's having her fourth operation.
Poor Anna. It was a car accident. She lost both husband and child.
But you know all this. It happened nearby.
-Did your wife work here? -Yes. Everything looks just like when she left.
-Are you divorced? -Yes, in a way.
-I'm indiscrete. -No. Not at all.
-Do you think she will come back? -We'll see.
Do you miss her a lot?
I'm sorry.
Are you hungry?
One of my geology-colleagues makes fun of me sometimes because I'm scared of climbing down in caves.
-Do you want more ham? -No, I'm full. "Always romantic".
It's one of my oldest records. I've always had such an terrible claustrophobia.
I've always dreamed about climbing down those caves.
-But that didn't happen. Do you like this one? -Oh yes.
-Elis hate when I dance. He gets so embarassed. -Really?
-Elis is so tired with me. -I'm sure he's not. -Yes he is.
I'm just a small part of his big general tiredness.
Although the world is ignorant of his sarcasms, I'm not.
He only wants to get even. Can I have some more?
-I don't know what to do. Goodbye. -Cheers.
-Elis is a fantastic person. -Yes, he is. I like Elis very much.
Worst thing is that I love him. I really mean; love. There's no other word for it.
I just don't know what to do to show him my love.
Oh, Andreas. What will become of us? Why is it like this?
What is this deadly poison that just corrode the best in us and leaves an empty shell?
I'm so tired.
I'm tired because of the wine.
I wonder if I could sleep here for awhile?
Sure. Why don't you lie down in the bedroom.. Or perhaps the couch is better.
-I'm not bothering you? -Not at all.
You see, I didn't get any sleep this night. I've been walking around.
-Here's something to rest your head on. There you go. -Thank you.
-Do you think you will sleep well now? -Yes. Very well.
Oh my! I must have slept for several hours.
Can I use your telephone? I have to call Elis.
-He was supposed to go to a dinner with some friends. -Sure. Wait, I'll come with the lamp.
-Thank you. -Do you want to be alone? -Oh no.
Hello? My dear. I'm sorry I'm calling this late.
What? You are already at the table?
Shall I call you later? No?
You know, I fell asleep and didn't wake up after several hours.
No, not at all. Everything is fine. I took a walk and met Andreas.
No, I'm alone now. Everything is fine. Yes. Take care.
Do you come on Thursday then? Sure? I'll meet you at the airport.
Think about me.
Bye.
-Do you think I was nasty saying I was alone? -Not at all.
He would get crazy if he knew I was here.
-I probably look terrible. Do you have a comb and a mirror? -Yes, in the bedroom.
It's dreary. Hold on, I put on the light.
Elis is not jealous or anything. Or maybe he is.
He's going to Milano. It's a very honourable commission, even though he jokes about it.
He's successfull.
For all eternity. Amen.
It's so hard when you one day realize that you're useless, that no one needs you-
-even though you're ready to give of yourself.
It's my own fault I guess. But it's paralyzing me.
I want to do so many things. I make up so many plans.
But then Elis says; "Don't do it like this. Don't do it like that. Do it this way."-
-and everything come to nothing.
No! I'm not going to blame it on Elis.
Everything goes wrong for me. And Elis.. No I won't.. I won't blame Elis.
Hello? Hello.
I've been calling home many times, but no one is answering. She's usually awake in the night. I'm worried.
Would you be so kind and go down and check that everything is in order? Tell Eva I was worried.
She doesn't need to call back. Call me back as soon as possible.
At one time, I was pregnant. Then I couldn't sleep at all.
They took me to the hospital to send me to sleep.
By mistake, I recieved an overdose.
I didn't fell asleep, but the child died.
Elis was with me and we cried together.
Elis cried too. It hasn't happened ever since.
Since then, I haven't been pregnant.
It might be just as well. I think it's better that way.
-Do you have to leave? -Yes.
Look how ugly I am.
Look at me. Have you ever had a more boring lover?
-Tell me I'm wrong! -Yes, you are wrong.
-You've been so kind to me, Andreas. I'll miss you terribly. -We'll soon meet again. Don't worry.
I will miss the ferry if I don't hurry.
-Will you call me? -Shall I?
-Yes. Or perhaps write. -Would you rather see that I wrote? -Yes, it's better. -I will try then.
-When will you be back? -In two weeks. On Eastern, but I'll come with Elis and Anna.
-Can't you come alone? -I don't know. I don't think so.
-Just a couple of days. -I'll try.
-Hey, look who's here.
-Take care of him. -Me? -Yes. You'll sleep better then.
A madman is ravaging the island.
One morning, Olson finds eight of his sheeps killed and severly battered.
The police starts an investigation.
There's been several cases of cruelty to animals during the last months.
Andreas, on his parts, thinks he must tell the story of how he found his puppy.
The wrath and the suspicion is moving in all directions on the island.
You can bury the animals now.
I met one of the policemen on the ferry yesterday.
They don't have a lead, but people here suspects Johan Andersson on Skir.
He has been to a mental hospital. Only that is suspicious.
He lives alone. Totally isolated. He doesn't speak.
He have no social life and has no animals.
I took pictures of him a few years ago.
Here.
Back then, he was rather social. But then he got involved in some juridical process which he lossed and he became a broken man.
I've been thinking about your economy, Andreas.
Regarding that loan you wanted me to sign..
-Yes it would be kind.. -I think I might be able to help you.
Does the light bother you? Are you sure?
-Then my lawyer can put up a payment schedule. -If you want to, I'm very gratefull.
-Perhaps you think it's a bit warm? -No. It's alright.
There's only one small problem. You have to earn a little money to be able to pay off.
Do you have any suggestions?
No..
Well, there's no need to worry yet.
While you are thinking about a solution, perhaps you could print out my notes.
-I've done an investigation of that damn culture center in Milano. -Yes. That might be a good idea.
Could you please turn your head a bit more to the left. Look straight into the camera!
Your sight is too high. Lower. That's it. Turn your head slowly to the right.
Look into the camera. A bit more.
Be still!
Be still! Thank you.
-Whiskey? -No, thanks.
-You don't mind if I keep on drinking, do you? -Not at all. Go ahead.
I'm not fooling myself, believing that I can catch the human soul with my camera.
I can only register an interaction between thousands of big and small forces.
Then you look at the picture and start to imagine. Everything is nonsense.
Games, poems. You can't read any person with any claim of certainty.
Not even brutal physical pain does always manifest itself. She was unaware of me taking this picture.
She had just suffered from an attack of migraine.
Interesting.
Hello. I'm sorry to bother you. Hello.
I just came to pick up some letters. I'm about to leave.
-Falkman was wondering wich thermostate.. -Why can't he handle it himself?
Why not keep Andreas company in the meantime?
-Andreas? -Yes.
I just want you to know that I'm not jealous or angry.
Anna has told me about you two.
I think she's deeply in love.
I think that, but it's hard to know anything about Anna's feelings.
I like both of you very much.
I like you so much, Andreas. I always think about you.
My dear.
Dear, dear you.
You have to be carefull with Anna. I can't explain why, but you have to.
Eli's. Why do you look so angry?
It's always small things that upsets me.
-Shall we continue our little session, Andreas. Or are you tired? -No, not at all.
-When do we get lunch. -Lunch is ready in one hour.
Good bye.
-You've been in jail. Right? -Yes, I've been in jail.
Well?
It was a panic situation. I was found guilty for checkfraud.
Then I got caught for speed driving, drunk. Then I hit a policeman in the face.
-And now you are hiding like a beaten dog, -I am a beaten dog.
-Do you bite? -Wait and see!
Or, no.. I don't think so.
Anna and Andreas has been living together for a couple of months.
She's working as a translator and he has accepted Eli's proposition.
They live in unpretentious happiness without any real fights or passions.
It's late winter. One day, Anna suddenly starts talking about her marriage.
We lived in a total togetherness. We thought the same thoughts.
We were together in everything. Do you understand what I mean?
I know it sounds silly, but it's hard to describe how two persons can totally commit to each other.
The words are simple and cannot cover this experience.
The child was a fantastic experience. For both of us.
I did my exam and took a job as a teacher and Andreas started as a senior lecturer.
We had bought a house outside the city, and we furnished it by and by.
We built up something together. I don't know what to call it..
A safe harbour.
Perhaps you think we had a total ideal marriage without any problems, but it wasn't like that.
We had some terrible fights. But we never infected each other with cruelty or suspicion.
And we were completely honest. There wasn't the slightest illusion in our relationship.
Andreas was unfaithful once. You didn't think that, did you?
But he told me about it right away. And then I felt how much he loved me and we forgot about it.
After that we got even more considerate of each other.
The most horrible thing that happened, was one time when he left me.
But I found him. And he felt regret and came back.
We came even closer each other than before.
Then one saturday or sunday.. We lived here with our little boy.
We borrowed Eva and Elis house.
It was a sunday, just after lunch.
Andreas wanted to sleep, but I wanted to go on a trip to the ruined church, you know?
I got as I wanted. We left.
Andreas had been drinking, so he let me drive.
I didn't drive fast at all.
We were in a very good mood.
The road was slippery and the car started to slide back and forth.
Andreas tried to grab the wheel, but then we got off the road and drove into the ditch-
-right through the stonewall and into the trees.
When I woke up, I saw a car wreck-
-and a man sitting with his throat cut off and half his body through the window.
A bit further away lied a little boy. He had been thrown out of the car door.
He was laying with his head in a weird angle.
I was thinking; It has been a terrible accident-
-and there is no one here who can help these poor people.
Then I got out on the road and I slowly began feeling pain in my left side and in the leg.
I felt I was dragging my leg behind me.
Then I saw blood.
Blood everywhere.
And the shaft was sticking out through my sock.
I didn't believe life could be this way.
I didn't believe life should be a daily pain.
terrify our souls and lead to physical and emotional violence.
Good day, How are you?
-Stuck? -Yes.
Let us help you.
-They will kill me. -Why would they do that?
Cruelty with animals.. I got this thrown into my window.
You bloody murderer. We will do with you, like you did to the animals.
It came through this window.
As if I was a murderer.
-If Johan wants, we'll speak to the police. -What do they care? They've already been here.
-Perhaps Johan can go on a trip somewhere? -Where could I go?
-But there must be something we could do. -What?
-Wait. I'm moving the antenna. -Stop.
Yes.
I'm sure it was a bird.
Perhaps it hurt himself. We better take a look.
It's better to kill it.
-It couldn't have survived, could it? -No.
At least the picture is a bit better.
Why do you think the bird was flying around alone in the night?
I don't know. Maybe it was scared of something.
Admit that Eva and you had a relationship when she was living alone last autumn.
It actually wasn't that way at all.
Eva is completely without a shelter, she's not able to protect herself.
Anyone can do anything to her.
She doesn't have to protect herself from me.
I think Eva is a woman that in the end can't bear the knowledge of her own lack of context-
-and not to be anyone, to just be a product of others, and never get any real rest or experience a value of self.
It leads me to believe that she's trying to commit suicide.
But a suicide is not a solution. It's just another ego-centric act.
I pray one suceeds in saving her.
I pray that when she wakes up-
-she's gone through something that makes her feel liberated from herself.
That she can look upon her old self with tenderness and warmth but without feeling any real loss.
And I think she decides to become a teacher for people suffering from a hearing impairment-
-because they are people living in an even deeper isolation than she has ever done.
I think she will experience a great liberation.
And mercy.
-What do you say? -Nothing else. That was all.
I only exist here as a formality.
You're strangling me.
The warning is found underneath. Suddenly, it manifests itself.
Anna told about a long coherent dream she had around Easter.
I was alone on the road.
I felt a terrible longing for company-
-an embrace, rest.
At the same time a knowledge that all this was gone forever.
-Can I follow you home? -No, it's not possible. We're not allowed to recieve strangers. It's forbidden.
We have changed locks on all our doors.
-Why? -I don't know. That's the way it is.
-Couldn't you rest for awhile? -No, I have to run.
Stop!
I don't know where I am. What is this place?
Can you help me?
Who is that woman over there?
Her son is about to be executed. She's on her way there.
I'm sorry. Forgive me.
-We have some questions, hope you don't mind? -Sure, come in.
Thank you. We found Johan Andersson on Skir dead. He left a letter for you.
When did this happen?
We found him hanged today. He had fractures in his head. He had been abused.
-You're probably keen on knowing what the letter says. -Yes, and we would like to have it back.
Dear Andreas. A couple of hours ago some persons came by and said I was a brute-
-and therefore I was going to be punished.
They grabbed my hair and drag me out into the yard.
They started to beat me in the head with their fists and spitting on me.
One of them, it was one of the younger, took a big rock and hit my head with it.
I got confused and said I was innocent.
They said that if I confessed, they would leave me alone and not beat me anymore.
Then I said I would confess..
Then I said I would confess-
-and they stopped beating my face with their fists.
They lift me up against the wall and commanded me to speak.
I said anything I could imagine they wanted to hear.
When I couldn't find anything more to make up, they hit me to the ground.
One of them walked in front of me and urinated in my face.
I couldn't protect myself, because I was very tired.
They started to kick me.
I got my glasses broken and my false teeth fell out and later I couldn't find them.
After that I don't know what they did because I passed out.
When I regained consciousness, they were gone. I was able to get inside the house.
I now felt that I didn't want to live any longer because I could never look anyone in the eye.
Therefore, I don't want to live any longer.
I'm writing this letter to you, dear Andreas, since you've always been kind to me and always cared about my health.
Heartful regards.
Thank you. We are done now.
-Can I have the letter back later? -Sure. When the investigation is finished.
-Ok. Good day. -Good day.
Anna?
You?
Anna?
So it's here you are.
What are you doing?
I pray for Johan.
You only pray for your own sake.
Go! Leave me alone! Go!
What a hypocrisy!
That's junk! Throw it away.
You can have that one.
I'll keep the radio.
-Good day. -Well, I got this letter from Johan.
Anna and Andreas have been living together in harmony for a year.
Now and then, they have had clashes resulting in quarrel and make-ups.
Usually it was due to a misunderstanding or bad temper, but the quarrels were never infected or poisonous.
Anna was working as a translator and Andreas kept working for Elis.
-I have a headcahe. Maybe it's the weather or maybe I have a cold. -I'll get you something warm.
You are so kind to me.
I just have to finish this. It's rather thrilling.
You have cancer in your soul.
You ought to be operated.
You should have a radiation treatment. And medecine.
You have tumours all over.
You will get a horrible death.
-What are you doing? -I'm looking at an old photo.
-I hope its not an old flame. -What makes you think that?
-What are you thinking? -I'm thinking about cancer-
-and it frightens me.
-And what are you thinking? -Nothing.
-I'm thinking about the lies. -What lies?
Andreas!!
Andreas, we should go somewhere. It would mean alot for us both.
When you speak about travelling, I really want to say yes.
I want to say; "Let's talk to Elis. He can borrow us money."
But at the same time, a river is growing. I'm not able to speak or express my hapiness.
Do you understand what I mean?
I understand very well, Andreas.
I'm off this road. But I've put myself there.
-Finally, you're so far away. -I understand. I understand how strange it is..
Yes, it's strange.
I wish I could be warm and tender and living.
I want to start all over.
-The loneliness.. -It's like when you're dreaming. You want to move..
You know how to do it, but you can't. The legs are stuck and your arms are heavy as led.
-You want to speak, but can't. -I'm so afraid of being humiliated.
It's an eternal suffering. I've recieved humiliation and it's stuck inside of me.
Do you understand what I mean?
I understand.
It's such a horrible thing to be a failure.
Everyone thinks they have a right to decide over you.
Their considerate despise.
That sudden desire to step on something that's alive.
I understand, Andreas. You don't have to..
I'm dead, Anna. Or no.. I'm not dead.
That's not true. Melodramatic. I'm not dead at all.
But I'm living without any self-respect.
I know it sounds silly, perhaps pretentious-
-because the majority of the people are forced to live without any sense of dignity.
Humiliated at the foundation, halfchoked and spitted at.
They just keep on living, they don't know anything else.
They don't know any alternatives.
Even if they knew, they wouldn't reach for it.
Can humiliation make you sick?
Or is it a sicknes we all are infected by and are forced to live with?
There's so much talk about "Liberty".
Tell me, isn't liberty a terrible poison for the humiliated?
Or perhaps the word "Liberty" is just a drug that the humiliated has to take to endure?
I can't live with this anymore. I've given up.
Sometimes, it's unbearable. The days keep dragging their feet.
I should be choked by the food I eat, the shit I produce, the words I say.
The daylight that comes every morning, yelling at me, ordering me to get up.
Or the sleep, that has dreams that chase me back and forth.
Or the darkness, haunted by ghosts and memories.
I've been thinking, Anna. For humans; The worse their condition, the lesser they complain.
Finally, they are completely silent!-
-even though they are living creatures with nerves, eyes and hands.
Vast armies of victims and executioners.
The light that rises and descends heavily.
The cold that's approaching. The darkness. The heat. The Smell.
And everyone is silent!
We can never get away from here. I don't believe in any break ups.
It's too late. Everything is too late.
I believe that Elis thinks that reacting against the foolishness of mankind is a hypocrisy.
And to scream for justice and dignity means you're careless with emotions.
He has decided that peoples suffering will not keep him awake at night.
He thinks he's indifferent in his own and others eyes.
That's his way. These are the conditions under which he has to live. Otherwise, he couldn't endure.
What do you want to do today?
I'm asking you.
Do you realize we're through with each other?
Answer me!!
I don't have anything to say, as long as you don't give me a valid cause.
I'm not stopping you. You can leave whenever you like.
I think you're lying, Andreas.
You lied about your marriage.
You lied about your divorce.
I know the truth about you.
So.. You know the truth?
I know you.
I think you're a parasite. I really dislike you, Andreas.
It's a hell living with you. I've wanted to get away from here the whole time.
Poor, Anna. What a wonderful life you had before we met!
At least I had something. I had a happy memory of my husband and our love.
And you don't have that now?
-I believed in the truth. I lived in the truth. -So you did?
-You've destroyed that with all your lies. -Anna, please stop.
-You're not commanding me! I say whatever I want! -Don't yell at me.
-You can go to hell! -Don't yell at me.
Anna?
Someone broke into the stable. He had a petrol can.
Then he poured 20 litres of gasoline over the wretch.
I guess he threw a matchstick into the straw and ran away quick as possible.
To be sure, he locked the door from the outside and took the key.
The horse were running around inside. Outside, people were trying to break in.
When the door got open, the horse flew out and ran around here, burning. I'm coming!
He had an enormous viability.
Anna?
I want to be free.
I want my loneliness back.
I can't stand living like this.
Maybe we could make it, if we really loved each other. But then, we don't.
Then it's easier to separate. Right?
One has to live in truth, no?
At least according to your point of view.
So let's now be honest for one time at least.
Why don't you say anything?
Do you remember that you forgot your bag one of the first times we met?
I found your husband farewell letter.
I read it.
Poor Anna. You're not very sucessfull with your men.
Either the problem is them. Or it must be you. No?
You always talk about living truthfully.
What a horrible fraud.
I remember you talking about your marriage. About all love and hapiness.
It was all lies!
You were only telling lies, Anna.
Calm down.
Are you planning to kill just like you did with..
You're not sane.
You're completely mad.
But what is it with you? Say something.
Why did you pick me up by the fire, by the way?
I came to beg for forgiveness.
This time he was called Andreas Vinkelman.
THE END