You wanted to talk with me, doctor?
Have you been to see Mrs. Vogler yet, Sister Alma?
No, not yet.
Let me explain her situation
and the reason why you have been hired to care for her.
Mrs. Vogler is an actress, as you know.
During her last performance of Electra,
she fell silent and looked around as if in surprise.
She was silent for over a minute.
She apologized afterward, saying she had got the urge to laugh.
The next day the theater rang,
as Mrs. Vogler had not come to rehearsals.
The maid found her still in bed.
She was awake but did not talk or move.
This condition has now lasted for three months.
She has had all sorts of tests.
She's healthy both mentally and physically.
It's not even some kind of hysterical reaction.
Any questions, Sister Alma?
Well, then, you can go to Mrs. Vogler now.
How do you do, Mrs. Vogler?
I am Sister Alma.
I'm here to take care of you.
Maybe I should tell you a little about myself.
I'm 25 years old and engaged.
I graduated from nursing school two years ago.
My parents have a farm in the country.
My mother was also a nurse until she got married.
I should go get your dinner tray.
Fried liver and fruit salad.
It looked tasty.
Another pillow? Is that good?
Sister Alma, what's your first impression?
I don't know what to say, doctor.
Her face looks soft, almost childish.
Then you see her eyes...
She has a mean look, I think.
- I don't know. I shouldn't... - What were you going to say?
I thought I should say no to this case.
Why? Did something frighten you?
No, not exactly.
Perhaps Mrs. Vogler needs an older person
with more life experience.
- I might not be able to handle her. - Handle? In what way?
- Mentally. - Mentally?
If Mrs. Vogler's silence and immobility are her decision...
Well?
That shows great mental strength.
I might not be able to cope.
I thought that you might want to see the sunset.
Shall I turn on the radio?
There is a play.
I'm sorry, my love.
oh, you have to forgive me.
I want nothing but your forgiveness.
forgive me and I can...
What are you laughing at, Mrs. Vogler? Is the actress so funny?
What do you know about mercy? What do you know?
What do you know about mercy?
Mrs. Vogler, I don't understand those things.
I'm interested in film and theater, but I don't go very often.
I have a tremendous admiration for artists.
I think that art is of enormous importance in people's lives,
especially for those who have problems.
I shouldn't talk about these things with you, Mrs. Vogler.
I'm skating on thin ice.
Let's see if there's some music.
Is that all right?
Good night, then, Mrs. Vogler. Sleep well!
Damn...
It's funny.
You can go about as you please...
...do almost anything.
I'll marry Karl-Henrik and have a couple of children,
which I'll have to raise.
All of this is predestined. It's inside me.
It's nothing to think about.
It's a safe feeling.
I have a job that I like and enjoy.
That's good, too...
...but in another way.
But it's good.
Good.
I wonder what's really wrong with her.
Elisabet Vogler.
Elisabet.
Mrs. Vogler, would you like me to open the letter?
Shall I read it?
Shall I read it to you?
"Dearest Elisabet,
"Since I'm not allowed to see you, I'm writing to you.
You don't have to read my letter. You can ignore it."
"l cannot help seeking contact with you this way.
"I'm haunted by a constant question--
"Have I hurt you in any way?
Have I unknowingly hurt you?"
"ls there some terrible misunderstanding between us?"
Do you really want me to go on?
"l thought we were happy.
We have never been so close."
"Do you remember saying,
"'I'm beginning to understand what it means to be married'?
'You have taught me..."'
I can't read it.
"'You have taught..."'
Now I see.
"'You have taught me that we have to see each other
"'as two anxious children,
"'filled with good will and the best intentions,
but ru--"'
Now I see.
"'...ruled by powers that we can only partially control.'
Do you remember saying all that?"
"We went for a walk in the woods,
and you stopped and grabbed the belt of my coat."
There is a photo with the letter.
A photo of your son. I don't know if...
Do you want it, Mrs. Vogler?
He looks terribly cute.
Elisabet, I don't think there's any point
in your staying at the hospital.
It's just hurting you to be here.
Since you don't want to go home, I suggest you and Sister Alma
stay at my summer house by the sea.
Don't you think I understand?
The hopeless dream of being. Not seeming, but being.
In every waking moment aware, alert.
The tug of war--what you are with others and who you really are.
A feeling of vertigo
and a constant hunger to be finally exposed.
To be seen through, cut down...
even obliterated.
Every tone of voice a lie. Every gesture false.
Every smile a grimace.
Commit suicide?
That's unthinkable.
You don't do things like that.
But you can refuse to move and be silent.
Then, at least, you're not lying.
You can shut yourself in, shut out the world.
Then you don't have to play any roles,
show any faces, make false gestures.
You'd think so...
...but reality is diabolical.
Your hiding-place isn't watertight.
Life trickles in everywhere.
You're forced to react.
Nobody asks if it's real or not,
if you're honest or a liar.
That's only important at the theater,
perhaps not even there.
Elisabet, I understand why you're silent, why you don't move.
Your lifelessness has become a fantastic part.
I understand and I admire you.
I think you should play this part until it's done...
...until it's no longer interesting.
Then you can leave it,
as you leave all your roles.
Mrs. vogler and Sister Alma
move into the doctor's summer house.
The seaside stay agrees very well with the actress.
Her former apathy gives way to long walks, fishing,
cooking, letter-writing, and other diversions.
Sister Alma enjoys the seclusion of the countryside
and takes great care of her patient.
It's bad luck to compare hands.
Elisabet, can I read a bit of my book to you?
Or am I disturbing you? Listen to this...
"The anxiety we carry with us,
"all our broken dreams, the inexplicable cruelty,
"the fear of death,
the painful insight into our earthly condition..."
"...have worn out our hope of a divine salvation.
"The cries of our faith and doubt
"against the darkness and the silence
"are terrible proof
of our loneliness and fear."'
Do you think it's like that?
I don't believe that.
To change... but I'm so lazy.
And it makes me feel guilty.
Karl-Henrik always scolds me for not having any ambitions.
He says I'm like a zombie.
I think it's unfair.
I graduated with the highest marks in my class.
Maybe he means something else.
You?
I'm sorry...
You know...
At the hospital, where I graduated,
there is a home for old nurses,
ones who've been nurses all of their lives and lived for their work--
always in uniform--
and they live there.
Imagine having a calling that strong that you devote your life to it...
Believing in something, doing something.
To think your life has meaning.
I like that.
Sticking to it whatever happens.
I think you should be of importance to others.
Do you believe that?
I know it sounds na.ive, but I believe in that.
What a downpour!
Yes, he was married.
We had an affair for five years.
Then he got tired, of course.
I was so in love, and he was the first.
It was like a prolonged pain...
...Iong periods of pain and short moments of...
I started thinking about it all because you've taught me to smoke.
He smoked a lot.
In hindsight, it's banal, of course. Sort of like pulp fiction.
In a strange way, it was never real.
I don't know how to describe it.
I was never real to him.
But my pain was real, that's for sure.
In some way, that was a part of it, in some nauseating way,
as if it should be like that.
Even the things we said to each other.
People tell me that I'm a good listener.
Isn't that strange?
Nobody ever bothered to listen to me. Not the way you do now.
You listen.
I think you're the first person to listen to me.
It can't be interesting. You could read a book instead.
Look at me, talking. I hope it doesn't irritate you.
It feels so good to talk. It feels warm and nice.
I've never been in a mood like this before.
I've always wanted a sister. I only have brothers.
Seven of them. Strange, eh? And then I turned up.
Boys have surrounded me all my life, as long as I can remember.
But I like boys.
But you would know that with your experience as an actress.
I like Karl-Henrik so much, but...
You probably only love once.
I'm faithful to him.
There are opportunities in my profession, you know.
Karl-Henrik and I had rented a cottage by the sea once.
It was in June, and we were all alone.
One day Karl-Henrik had gone into town.
I went to the beach on my own.
It was a warm and nice day.
There was another girl there.
She had come from another island
because our beach was sunnier and more secluded.
We lay there completely naked and sunbathed...
...dozing off and on, putting sunscreen on.
We had silly straw hats on.
Mine had a blue ribbon.
I lay there...
Iooking out at the landscape, at the sea and the sun.
It was kind of funny.
Suddenly I saw two figures on the rocks above us.
They hid and peeped out occasionally.
"Two boys are looking at us," I said to the girl.
Her name was Katarina.
"Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back.
I had a funny feeling.
I wanted to jump up and put my suit on,
but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air,
unembarrassed, totally calm.
And Katarina was next to me
with her breasts and big thighs.
She was just giggling.
I noticed that the boys were coming closer.
They just stood there looking at us.
I noticed they were very young.
The boldest one approached us...
...and squatted down next to Katarina.
He pretended to be busy picking his toes.
I felt very strange.
Suddenly Katarina said to him,
"Hey, you, why don't you come over here?"
Then she took his hand and helped him take off his jeans and shirt.
Suddenly he was on top of her.
She guided him in and held his butt.
The other boy just sat and watched.
I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh.
His face was right next to mine.
It was red and swollen.
Suddenly I turned and said,
"Aren't you coming to me, too?"
And Katarina said, "Go to her now."'
He pulled out of her and...
then fell on top of me, completely hard.
He grabbed my breast.
It hurt so much!
I was overwhelmed and came almost immediately.
Can you believe it?
I wanted to tell him to be careful not to make me pregnant...
...when he came.
I felt something I'd never felt in my life--
how his sperm was shooting inside me.
He held my shoulders and bent backwards.
I came over and over.
Katarina lay there watching and held him from behind.
After he came, she took him in her arms
and used his hand to make herself come.
When she came, she screamed like a banshee.
The three of us started laughing.
We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope.
His name was Peter.
He seemed confused and was shivering there in the sunshine.
Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him.
And when he came, she took him in her mouth.
He bent down and kissed her back.
She turned around, took his head in both hands,
and gave him her breast.
The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again.
It was just as nice as before.
Then we had a swim and went our separate ways.
When I came home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town.
We had dinner and some red wine.
Then we had sex.
It had never been that good, before or after.
Can you understand that?
And I got pregnant, of course.
Karl-Henrik, studying to be a doctor,
took me to a colleague who carried out the abortion.
We were both pleased. We didn't want to have children.
Not then, anyway.
It doesn't make any sense.
None of it fits together.
You feel guilty for little things.
Can you understand that?
And what happens to everything that you make up your mind to do?
Is it necessary to do it all?
Is it possible to be one and the same person
at the same time? I mean, two people?
Oh, Lord, it's so silly.
No reason to start crying.
I'll get a handkerchief.
It's almost morning.
And it's still raining.
Imagine, talking incessantly.
I've been talking and you've been listening. How boring for you.
What could possibly interest you about my life?
I should be like you.
You know what I thought after seeing your movie that night?
When I came home and looked in the mirror, I thought,
"But we look alike."'
Don't misunderstand me. You're more beautiful.
But somehow...I think I could change myself into you if I tried.
I mean, inside.
You could be me, just like that.
But your soul would be too big. It would stick out everywhere!
Go to bed. Otherwise, you'll fall asleep at the table.
I have to go to bed now or I'll fall asleep at the table.
That would be uncomfortable.
Good night.
Elisabet.
Did you speak to me last night?
Were you in my room?
Shall I take your mail, too?
My dear, I could live like this forever.
Silent, living a secluded life, reducing my needs,
feeling my battered soul finally starting to smooth itself out.
Alma takes care of me, spoils me in the most touching way.
I believe that she likes it here and that she's very fond of me...
perhaps even in love in an unaware and enchanting way.
In any case, it's very interesting studying her.
Sometimes she cries over past sins--
an orgy with a strange boy and a subsequent abortion.
She claims that her perceptions
do not correspond with her actions.