THE PASSlON OF ANNA
His name is Andreas Winkelman and he is 48.
He lives alone in his house on an island out at sea.
The roof is in disrepair and is leaking in earnest after the autumn rains.
(coughs)
Hi, Johan.
- How are things? - All right.
- How's the bronchitis? - Lousy.
l've a bottle of cough medicine you can have.
Why not look in one day?
We can sit and have a chat.
l must get down to the post office.
l hope to see you soon.
(coughs)
Hello?
- My name is Anna Fromm. - Winkelman.
l need to call someone, but our phone's broken.
Please, use mine. Come on in.
The phone is over there.
Stockholm 40-09-79.
Will you let me know what the call costs?
Elis, it's Anna. Sorry to disturb you.
Could you find out something for me?
Andreas deposited money in Basel when the boy was born.
l could do with that money now.
Didn't he?
Why not?
But you were going to help him. We talked about that money.
This is no ordinary business matter.
lt means a lot to me, and it's not the money.
See you this evening.
(sobs)
- l asked what the call cost. - There was no hurry.
You are welcome to use the phone whenever you like.
lnterlude, Von Sydow, fourth take.
As an actor, what is your personal view of Andreas Winkelman?
He is awfully difficult in one way
because he has tried to hide from the world around him.
His unhappy marriage and his legal worries
have driven him into a blind alley
where he tries to conceal his identity.
He tries to wipe out his means of expression
so that, without his being aware of it,
that hiding place has become a prison.
The hard thing for me is to try and express a lack of expression.
''Dearest Anna, l can no longer live with you.''
''l've been pushing this truth aside for some time because l love you.''
''l can't, l won't, live with you any more.''
''l don't believe in new attempts as neither of us wants to change.''
''But l won't give in,
because that will only lead to new complications
which will bring on terrible mental disturbances,
physical and psychological acts of violence.''
''..complications which in their turn
will bring on terrible mental disturbances,
physical and psychological acts of violence.''
''l ask you therefore not to get in touch with me.''
''Yours, Andreas.''
(door opens)
Hello. Can l see Mrs Fromm?
She felt ill. She went to bed.
She used my phone and left her handbag behind.
l'll make sure she gets it.
Won't you come in?
Thank you, but l've got a lot to do.
- Please come back sometime. - Thanks, l will.
(twig snaps)
(dog whimpers)
Come here. Let's see...
Let's see if we can find something nice for you.
Here we are now. Have a taste of this.
That's tasty, don't you agree?
Let's see what they've done to you.
Excuse me, l wondered if anything was wrong.
Don't be sorry. l didn't mind.
l sleep badly at night, so l just drop off sometimes during the day.
Forgive me for waking you.
This meeting led to an invitation to dinner.
Not knowing quite why, he accepts. He wears a white shirt, a tie and a suit.
The atmosphere is warm and open-hearted.
He feels a sudden affection for these people.
You've made yourselves look so nice. l'm not used to it.
l'm no hermit, as Elis says.
l like meeting people, but the neighbours are all the same.
- l hope you won't get bored with us. - No, no.
l remember sitting in Daddy's lap reading a book called Light
about the Creation.
There was a picture of God flying, above the Earth.
He had his arms out like this, they were draped in material.
He was close to the Earth.
He was good-looking, with a beard. That made me believe in God.
My parents didn't believe in God, but l saw him in a book.
Do you believe in God now?
Do l believe in God, Elis?
Have you lost faith in books too?
No, but l believe in God.
- Would you tell your kids about God? - l wouldn't teach them to believe.
l don't know how l'd be if l had children. l'd probably not be good at it.
No! lt's very hard, because... What?
You'd let them make up their own minds, perhaps?
Yes, l think so.
When l go to Milan, to fulfill that town's
dream of a cultural centre, you should come. An interesting city.
lt's huge - and full of very ugly, common, repulsive people.
No, l shouldn't speak like that.
But now they'll be able to enjoy cultural activities.
You must come down and see this become a reality.
- A formidable cultural monument. - Are you the right person for this?
Of course l am.
- You think of this centre in this way? - Yes.
- How can you despise your job? - l don't despise it at all.
My work is very important so l can satisfy your needs -
particularly the financial ones.
- Why have you taken this job? - l like designing houses.
l am an eminent architect. l'm flattered by the offer.
What does a cultural centre involve?
lt is a mausoleum over the utter meaninglessness
in which people of our kind live.
But why do you make fun of it?
Why not do something you believe in, which is true inside yourself?
Then l'd be idle. What about you?
l try to busy myself with things l believe in.
To live in line with some form of truth.
How do you know which is right?
People feel what is true and what is right.
We fail, but l think we should strive for spiritual perfection.
Do you often fail?
l have not failed in what's most important -
living in a relationship with the man l was married to.
Andreas.
Do you know why l didn't fail? Because we lived in harmony,
because we were truthful and honest. We believed in each other.
lf l'd treated marriage the way you treat your centre,
l wouldn't have had happy memories.
l wouldn't have had anything to believe in.
''..complications which in their turn,
will bring on terrible mental disturbances,
physical and psychological acts of violence.''
- ..l translated constantly. - Look at the rain!
You must sleep here. He can, can't he?
Let's have some coffee anyway.
And tomorrow you'll have breakfast with us.
(woman moaning)
Andreas!
Elis! Anna's having a nightmare.
(screaming and crying)
Last year l bought the land down to the sea.
- We're quite undisturbed here - l can see that.
Did you hear anything last night?
Something did wake me.
lt was Anna. She still has nightmares after that accident.
Let's go up to the mill.
Well, this is it. Please, come in.
l collect all kinds of pictures. Some l take myself,
some l find in newspapers, old albums.
They're always about people. Here are people eating.
Amazing.
People asleep, in the grip of violent emotions.
At one time, l collected only acts of violence. Please, sit down.
l've catalogued them according to behaviour.
lrrational classification, as pointless as the collecting.
That row consists of faces, close-ups.
l took them myself. Some are interesting.
By the way, would you mind if l took a series of you?
Not at all. l'd be flattered.
- And l've all the time in the world. - lt's a deal, then.
Here's something that might interest you.
Anna Fromm aged 23,
happily married, seven years before the catastrophe.
- Have you got a photo of her husband? - Of course l do.
lt would be interesting to see what he looked like.
There you go - your namesake.
What sort of person was he, this Andreas?
A scientific genius - but without the time to really prove it.
A strange mixture of good nature and ruthlessness.
- Would you like a drink? - Yes.
- Maybe it's too early? - Not today it isn't.
- lce? - No, thanks.
We'd been friends in school, but l didn't know him well.
For Anna, he was a disaster.
She loved him to the point of madness.
l've never seen anything like it. Maybe l have read about it.
l think he loved her too - in his own way. Cheers.
l can't judge. For a year, my wife was his mistress.
l can't complain. lt was above board.
One day, she left him. l don't know why.
l haven't dared to ask.
What was l going to say now?
Oh, yes, l can tell you that...
l'd like to say that Eva...
..has an extraordinary mental stamina.
Though you might not guess it.
No, that never occurred to me.
She and Anna have been inseparable for many years.
Well, that's how it is. Now you know.
Can l hear anything?
No, there's not a sound.
Not a goddamn thing.
Andreas!
Don't you hear me?
Andreas!
Winkelman! Winkelman, Winkelman.
Andreas!
(shouts)
Hell and damnation!
Andreas!
Andreas. Andreas.
Andreas.
Andreas. Andreas.
Up you get. You can't sit here.
Up you get.
Do you want me to kick you?
Let's sit you down.
Sit still. l'll make you some coffee.
Go to hell!
lnterlude, Liv Ullman, seventh take.
l sympathise very much with Anna's need of truth.
l realise she wants the world to appear in a certain way.
But this need,
this desire for truth, is dangerous for her.
When she sees that her surroundings don't fit in,
that she doesn't get the response she demands,
she takes refuge in lies and dissimulation.
l suppose that's what is so hard about being a believer.
You expect others to have faith too.
We see that in thousands of people.
Hi!
l've been alone for three days now, and l'm bored to tears.
- So l thought, l'll go visit Andreas. - A good idea.
He can only turn me out.
Are you going to show me your house?
Yes. l'd like to.
- lt's so nice! - My workroom.
- You've read all these? - Almost.
- What's this? - The kitchen.
Where do you sleep? ln here?
- Lonely-looking. - Really?
Anna promised to come
but she has to have an operation on her leg - the fourth time.
A car crash. Her husband and little boy were killed.
She was in hospital for months.
lt happened just near here.
- ls this where your wife worked? - lt's as she left it.
- Are you divorced? - ln a way.
- Was l tactless? - Not at all.
- Do you think she'll come back? - Perhaps.
Do you miss her very much?
Forgive me for putting my foot in it.
Are you hungry?
l've a geologist friend who teases me
because l won't go down potholes.
- Ham? - Couldn't possibly.
- Always Romantic. - Put that on.
lt's one of my oldest records.
l get awful claustrophobia.
When l was at school, l used to dream
about going down into one of those deep French potholes.
Elis hates it when l dance. He gets so embarrassed.
- Elis is awfully tired of me. - Surely not.
l'm just a small part of his general tiredness.
The world is indifferent to Elis' sarcasm, but l'm not.
l want to pay him back. More, please.
l don't know what to do.
Elis is fantastic.
lndeed he is. l like him very much.
The worst of it all is that l love him.
l mean love. There's no other word for it.
lf only l knew how l could show him my love.
What is to become of us? Why do we grow like this?
What is this deadly poison that corrodes the best in us,
leaving only the shell?
l'm so tired.
- The wine has made me sleepy. - l'm drowsy, too.
- Do you mind if l have a nap here? - Sleep in the bedroom.
Or lie down on the sofa there.
Sure l'm not disturbing you?
l haven't slept all night, just wandered about.
Here are some nice covers.
Come. Come here.
Here's some extra warmth.
- Now you'll sleep well. - Yes, very well.
l must have slept for hours.
May l use your phone? l must call Elis.
- He's dining with friends. - Of course. l'll bring the lamp.
Do you want to be alone?
Hello, darling. Sorry to call so late.
Have you already sat down to dinner?
l dozed off and slept for several hours.
No, not at all, everything's fine.
l met Andreas when l was out for a walk.
No, l'm alone now.
Everything's fine. Take care of yourself.
Are you coming on Thursday?
l'll meet you at the airport.
Think of me, won't you?
Bye now.
Was it silly of me to say l was alone?
He'd be furious if he knew l was here.
l must look a fright. Lend me a comb, please.
There's one in the bedroom.
lt's gloomy in here. l'll put the light on.
lt's not that Elis is jealous. Not at all.
Or maybe he is.
He's going to Milan. lt's a great feather in his cap.
Successful, he is. For ever and ever. Amen.
lt's so hard to realise one day that you're meaningless.
That no one needs you, though you want to give of yourself.
l suppose it's my own fault, but it's paralysing.
l want to accomplish so much. l make a lot of plans.
Then l talk to Elis and he says ''No, don't do that, do this.''
So it all ends in smoke.
No, l mustn't blame Elis. l mustn't.
Everything l touch goes wrong.
And Elis, he...
No, l shouldn't blame Elis.
(she sobs)
(phone rings)
- Hello. - This is Elis.
l tried to phone home but there's no answer.
She's usually awake at night, so l'm worried.
Will you go and see if everything's OK?
Please tell Eva l was worried. She needn't call me.
Please ring me back, soon.
Once l was pregnant. Then l couldn't sleep at all.
They put me in a hospital and thought they'd make me sleep.
By mistake, they gave me too strong an injection.
l didn't sleep, but the child died.
Elis was with me, and we cried together.
Elis cried too.
lt has never happened before or since.
l never had any children after that.
Just as well. lt's better that way.
- Do you have to go? - Yes.
Have you seen how ugly l am?
Look at me, Andreas.
Have you ever been to bed with a more dreary love partner?
- Say l'm wrong. - You're wrong.
You've been so kind. l'll miss you terribly.
We'll meet soon. You mustn't be afraid.
l mustn't miss the ferry.
Will you call me?
Or perhaps you'd better write.
l'll try.
- When will you be back? - ln two weeks, with Anna and Elis.
- Come alone. - l'll try.
You look after him. Then you'll sleep better.
(lets out a scream)
There seems to be a madman on the island.
One day, Olsson finds eight of his sheep killed and mutilated.
The police start an investigation.
Other cases of savage cruelty to animals come to light.
Andreas tells how he found his puppy.
Rage and suspicion is spreading all over the island.
You can bury the animals now.
l met a policeman on the ferry.
They have no clue,
but the locals suspect Johan Andersson out at Skir.
He has been in a mental hospital and that alone is suspicious.
He lives alone, in isolation, he never speaks.
He has no friends, no animals. l photographed him a few years ago.
l was looking at them recently. Here.
He was sociable then but he got mixed up in a lawsuit, which he lost.
Since then, he's lived like a hermit.
l've been thinking about your finances.
That loan you wanted me to put my name to...
l think l can help you.
Does the light bother you?
- My lawyer can plan the repayments. - lf you would, l'd be very grateful.
- ls it too hot in here? - lt's not too bad.
There's just one little snag.
You must earn money to live on so you can pay back the loan.
- Any suggestions? - No.
There is no real hurry yet.
While you're thinking, you could type up
my notes of that Milan project.
Turn your head a shade to the left,
but look into the camera.
Lower your chin a fraction.
Now turn your head slowly to the right.
A shade more. Hold it now.
- Whisky? - No, thank you.
- You don't mind if l go on drinking? - Please, go ahead.
l don't imagine l reach into the human soul with this photography.
l can only register an interplay of forces, large and small.
You look at this picture and imagine things.
All is nonsense. All play, all poetry.
You can't read another person with any claim to certainty.
Not even pain always gives a reaction.
She didn't know l took this.
She was just starting a migraine.
That's damned interesting.
Sorry to disturb you. Here's the post.
- Falkman asked which thermostat... - Can't he fix it?
You can keep Andreas company.
- Andreas? - Yes?
l just want you to know l'm not angry or jealous.
Anna has told me about you two.
l think she's very much in love.
l think so, but it's hard to be sure about Anna's feelings.
l'm so fond of you both.
l'm so fond of you. l think of you all the time.
My dear.
My dear. My dear.
Shh.
Be careful with Anna.
l can't explain, but be careful.
What is it? Why do you look angry?
lt's always trifles that make me furious.
Shall we go on, or are you tired?
- When will lunch be ready? - ln about an hour.
(Elis whistles)
You've been in prison, haven't you?
Yes, l've been in prison.
Well?
l panicked.
l was convicted of fraud and then drink-driving.
Then l socked a policeman on the jaw.
- You behave like a whipped cur. - l am a whipped cur.
- Do you bite? - You'll see.
No, l don't think l do.
Anna and Andreas are living together.
She does translations, he has accepted Elis' suggestion.
They are moderately happy, with few quarrels or passions.
lt is late winter.
One day, Anna tells of her marriage.
We lived in complete affinity.
We thought the same things.
We were together in everything.
l know it sounds silly and exaggerated when l tell it,
but it's so hard to describe how two people become part of each other.
The words are so trite, and they don't cover the experience at all.
The child was a fantastic experience for us both.
Everything to do with the child.
l passed my exam and got a position as a teacher
and Andreas got his assistant professorship.
We bought a little house out of town and furnished it by degrees.
We built something up together.
l don't know what to call it.
A real security.
A security.
Everyone thought it was an ideal marriage with no dissension.
But that was not so. We had violent quarrels.
But we never infected each other with cruelty or suspicion.
We were always completely honest.
There wasn't a vestige of pretence in our relationship.
Andreas was unfaithful to me once.
You didn't think that, did you? Well, he was.
He told me about it, at once.
And l felt how much he loved me, and l got over it.
And we took greater care of each other than ever.
The worst thing was once when he left me.
l found out where he was, and he changed his mind and came back.
And we lived closer together than ever before.
Then we came here for the weekend with our little boy.
Eva and Elis had lent us their house.
On the Sunday, Andreas wanted to have a nap after lunch.
l wanted to drive out to the church ruins.
l got my way and we set off.
Andreas had a few drinks and asked me to drive.
l wasn't driving fast at all.
We were in high spirits.
The road was slippery and the car began to skid.
Andreas tried to grab the wheel but we shot off the road into the ditch,
right through the stone wall and in among the trees.
When l came to,
l saw the wreck of a car
and a man with a gash in his throat
and half his body through the windshield.
A little boy lay farther away. He'd been hurled out through the door.
And his head was in a funny position.
l remember thinking, ''What a ghastly accident.''
And l wondered why nobody came to help those poor people.
l made my way up to the road
and l began to feel the pain in my side and leg.
l felt myself dragging one foot behind me.
That's when l saw the blood. There was blood everywhere.
And my shinbone was poking through my stocking.
They found us a few hours later.
l didn't think life could look like that.
l didn't think life would be a daily suffering.
''..physical and psychological acts of violence.''
Good day. How are things? Are you stuck?
- Can we help? - Yes.
They'll kill me.
- Why? - Because of that cruelty to animals.
This came hurtling through the door.
''Damn animal murderer. We'll do to you what you did to them.''
lt came through that window.
Me, an animal murderer!
- l'll speak to the police. - They've been here already.
- Can't you go away? - Where would l go?
- Surely something can be done. - What?
- lt's the aerial. - That's enough.
That's it.
(knock)
Probably a bird.
lt might have hurt itself.
We'd better go and see.
l'll get the flashlight.
You'd better put it out of its misery.
- lt couldn't have survived, could it? - No, it was too badly injured.
Now we can see better.
l wonder why the bird was flying alone at night.
Perhaps it was afraid of something.
Confess that you and Eva had an affair last autumn.
Actually, we didn't.
Eva is so defenceless. She can't protect herself.
Anyone can do what they like with her.
She doesn't have to protect herself against me.
For me, Eva is a woman who finally can't
bear the realisation that she doesn't belong anywhere.
She's no one - just what others make her be.
She can never get any rest or know her own worth.
l think she will try and commit suicide.
But suicide isn't really a solution.
lt's yet another selfish action.
l hope they manage to save her.
l hope that when she wakes up,
she'll have been through something that frees her,
so that she can look fondly at her old ego, without really missing it.
l think she will choose to be a teacher
for the hearing-impaired.
Because deaf people live in even deeper isolation
than she has ever done.
l think she'll come to feel an enormous sense of relief
and be blessed.
- And then? - There wasn't anything more.
l exist here merely as a formality.
The lamp is going out.
(she laughs)
No, you're strangling me.
The warnings are underneath and manifest themselves unexpectedly.
Anna related a long, coherent dream,
which had troubled her at Easter.
l was alone on the road.
l felt a terrible longing for companionship.
For someone's arms around me. For rest.
But l knew all this was lost forever.
- May l come home with you? - No, guests are forbidden now.
- We've changed all the locks. - Why?
l don't know.
- Can't you stay? - No, l must run.
Stop!
l don't know where l am. What place is this?
Can't you help me a little?
- Who is that woman? - Her son is to be executed.
She is on her way to the place of execution.
Forgive me. Forgive me.
(silent scream)
- We'd like a word with you, sir. - Yes, of course, come in.
Johan Andersson at Skir has been found dead
and he left this letter for you.
- When did it happen? - We found him today, hanged.
He had bruises on his head and seemed to have been beaten up.
- You want to know what's in the letter. - Yes, sir.
And we'd like the letter back.
''Dear Andreas,
Some hours ago, some people came, saying l was evil and must be punished.''
''They dragged me by the hair out into the yard.''
''They struck my head with their fists and spat on me.''
''One of the younger ones took a big stone and struck my head.''
''l felt confused but said l was innocent.''
''They said that if l confessed, they would leave me alone.''
''Then l said l would confess.''
''Then they stopped hitting me in the face with their fists.''
''They stood me up against a wall and told me to talk.''
''l said anything l thought they might like to hear.''
''When l could think of nothing more, they knocked me down.''
''One of them stood over me and
pissed in my face.''
''l couldn't shield myself as l was very tired.''
''They kicked me as l lay there.''
''My spectacles were broken and my false teeth fell out
and later l couldn't find them.''
''ln the end, l didn't know what else they did to me, as l fainted.''
''When l came to, they had disappeared with their cars
and l was able to go inside.''
''l felt now that l didn't want to go on living
as l could no longer look anyone in the face.''
''l no longer want to live.''
''l'm writing this letter because you've always been good to me
and asked after my health.''
''Best wishes.''
- Thank you, sir. That's all. - Can l have it back?
Yes, sir, when we've completed the investigation.
Anna?
There you are. What are you doing?
l'm praying for Johan.
- You're praying for yourself. - Go away. Leave me alone.
Goddamn lousy acting.
Goddamn acting.
lt looks like a pigsty. That's not worth having.
That might come in handy.
You can have that. lt was Grandpa's.
l'll keep the radio.
l had a letter from Johan.
They have now lived for a year in comparative harmony.
There have been quarrels and reconciliations
due to misunderstanding or bad temper, but their words were never venomous.
Anna just got a big translation project and Andreas works for Elis Vergerus.
l've a headache. lt's either the weather or a cold.
l'll make you a hot toddy.
How kind you are.
l'll just finish this chapter. lt's quite exciting.
You have cancer of the soul.
You should have an operation and radiotherapy.
You have tumours everywhere.
You will die a horrible death.
(typing continues)
- What are you doing? - Looking at a photograph.
l hope it's not an old flame.
What makes you think that?
What are you thinking of?
l'm thinking about cancer and it terrifies me.
- And what are you thinking of? - Nothing.
- l'm thinking of the lies. - What lies?
Andreas.
We ought to take a trip somewhere.
We ought to get away from here.
lt would do us both good.
l want so much to say yes.
l want to say l'll ask Elis to lend us the money.
At the same time, a wall grows up. l can't speak or show you l'm happy.
l know it's you, but l can't reach you.
- Do you understand? - l understand very well.
l'm outside that wall. l've shut myself out.
l've fled. Now l'm so far away...
l know.
- l know how strange it feels. - Yes, it is strange.
l want to be warm and tender and alive.
l want to make a move. But you know how afraid...
lt's like in a dream. You want to move but can't.
Your legs and arms are as heavy as lead.
You try to talk but can't.
l'm afraid of humiliation. lt's an everlasting misery.
l've accepted the humiliations and let them sink into me.
- Do you understand? - Yes, l understand.
lt's terrible to be a failure.
People think they have the right to tell you what to do.
Their well-meaning contempt.
That brief desire to trample on something living.
- You needn't... - l am dead. No, that's wrong.
Melodramatic. l'm not dead at all.
But l live without self-respect.
l know - it sounds ridiculous, pretentious.
Most people have to live without a sense of self-esteem.
Humiliated at heart, stifled and spat upon.
They're alive, and that's all they know.
They know of no alternative.
Even if they did, they would never reach out for it.
Can one be sick with humiliation?
Or is it a disease we have all caught?
We talk so much about freedom.
lsn't freedom a poison for anyone who is humiliated?
Or is that word a drug,
which the humiliated use so as to be able to endure?
l'm past living with this.
l've given up.
l can't stand it any more. The days drag by.
l'm choked by food, by the shit l expel, the words l say.
The daylight that shouts at me every morning to get up.
The sleep which is only dreams that chase me.
Or the darkness that rustles with ghosts and memories.
Has it ever occurred to you
that the worse off people are, the less they complain?
ln the end, they are quite silent.
They're living creatures, with nerves, eyes, and hands,
vast armies of victims and hangmen.
The light that rises and falls heavily.
The cold that comes.
The darkness.
The heat. The smell.
They are all quiet.
We can never leave here.
l don't believe in moving on. lt's too late. Everything's too late.
As l see it,
Elis Vergerus thinks it hypocrisy
to be horrified at human folly,
that it's a waste of feelings to call for decency and justice.
He's decided other people's suffering won't keep him awake at night.
He thinks he is quite indifferent in his own and other's eyes.
Those are the conditions under which he lives.
Otherwise, he couldn't function.
What are you doing today?
- What are you doing? - l don't know.
But l asked you.
You realise this is the end?
Answer me!
Unless you give me a reason, l'll say nothing.
You're free to go whenever you like.
You're lying.
You lied about your marriage and about your divorce.
l know the truth about you.
You know the truth about me?
l know what you're like. You are despicable.
You're a parasite. l dislike you intensely.
lt's hell here with you. l long to get away.
Poor Anna. You were so happy before we met.
l had happy memories of my husband and our love.
- And now that's missing? - l lived in truth.
- Really? - You destroyed it with lies.
- Stop it. - l'll say what l want!
- Stop shouting. - You can't give me orders!
You can go to hell!
(sirens)
Anna?
Someone got into the stable with some gasoline.
He poured 20 litres over the wretched horse,
tossed a match into the straw and ran away, quick as hell.
He locked the door and took the key.
The horse ran around inside until they broke the door,
and then the horse charged out and ran around blazing.
He damn well refused to die.
Anna.
l want to be free.
l want my solitude back.
l can't go on living like this.
We might have made a go of it if we really loved each other, but we don't.
That makes it easier to part.
Doesn't it?
More truthful, too.
One must live in truth, eh?
At any rate, the way you see it.
So let us be truthful for once.
Why don't you answer?
Do you remember leaving your handbag behind,
that time you used the phone?
l found your husband's farewell letter in it.
And l read it.
Poor Anna. You haven't had much success with your men.
Either there's something wrong with you or with your men.
You're always talking of truth, of living in truth.
Such a ghastly deception.
When you spoke of your marriage, happiness and love...
Lies, all of it.
lt was lies. All lies.
Calm down, now. Are you going to kill me like you...
You're crazy.
Out of your mind.
What's wrong with you?
Say something.
And why did you come to fetch me at the fire?
l came to ask your forgiveness.
This time, he was called Andreas Winkelman.
Visiontext Subtitles: Lucie Maguire
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