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SUMMER INTERLUDE
12.00: Dress rehearsal Swan Lake, Petrushka
- Parcel to be delivered. - For Miss Marie. I'll see to that.
I'll take it, I'm seeing her now.
- What's your name, please? - Nyström, features editor.
Hello? Hold on, I've got someone here.
- What paper? - The Year Round.
No reporters today, it's dress rehearsals.
But this is private. She's expecting me.
I know that trick. No private meetings on dress rehearsal day.
- Hack! The Year Round! - What's that smell?
- I don't smell anything. - You've lost your sense of smell.
Take this parcel to Miss Marie, Karl. Be quick about it.
Call back later.
- There is a funny smell. - That's possible.
But no upstart outsider should be telling me.
I've been at this theatre for 40 years!
- A letter for Miss Marie. - Thanks, Karl.
- Get out, Karl. We're changing now. - "We"? Never!
Oh God!
- Where's Marie? - Ask Karlsson.
Karlsson... Karlsson!
I can't stand men who dance.
- Why aren't we starting? - Something's up with Marie.
Something's wrong with Marie, everyone says so.
To your places!
We're ready to go.
There's something in the air today.
I said to the missus this morning.
It's the weather and all... And I had a funny dream.
Something will happen, you'll see. I usually feel these things...
What the devil is this?
Let's find the fault.
What fault?
- A plug is apparently burning. - This is bloody awful!
No, it's not good.
- How long will it take? - I can't say.
Break!
What did I say? I can feel it in my head and knees.
- Can I get you anything, Marie? - No thanks.
- No? - Oh yes, maybe some coffee.
I've never seen such hideous toes.
New ballet shoes are evil. I'm going to complain.
What's wrong, Marie?
Are you upset?
Shall I sing to you, or do you want to play a game?
Is it that it's autumn, or that children now call us "madam"?
Tullan's sister did that today, she didn't do that last spring.
Are you lovesick?
Our faces look 45, our bodies 18.
We're 28 and the children call us madam!
Kaj...
Have you ever had a dream and then woken up so soft inside
that you just want to cry?
And then tried hard to find out what the dream was about...
...or just walked away from it all?
I never had anyone to have such dreams about.
You wake up in the morning, with the dream still present.
You're all soft inside...
- What did you say? - Oh, nothing.
Oh, that's lovely! We look great, of course...
But this job wears you down, at least your toes
and your immortal soul.
DIARY
- What's wrong, Marie? - So many people die.
- Oh, I don't know! - They say there's a snag.
A snag? I bet you there'll be an evening rehearsal.
We never get to make love at normal hours.
Out of my way, little one! There's a snag, apparently.
- Sorry, we'll have to work tonight. - Yes, there's a snag.
You just keep calm. I'm totally calm.
Don't lie about where people can trip over you!
Tonight. And stay calm.
I'm calm.
Couldn't you just kill him?
- She keeps herself in shape. - That's quite so...
- But her legs are too fat. - It's muscle.
All classical dancers have thick calves and thighs.
Bye-bye!
Mr Nyström, the editor, please.
It's strange she hasn't married.
There's never even a scrap of gossip about her.
Because for 40 years you've been throwing out the press.
- Bye, Nisse. - Marie!
A Mr Nyström from The Year Round asked for you earlier.
He seemed very keen, but I sent him packing.
You sent him packing? They should send you packing!
That was not nice.
Bye-bye, Nisse!
- There's something hard about her. - She was cross.
No wonder, she's probably seeing that hack.
- Do you enjoy scaring people? - Were you daydreaming?
I was yawning. I'm tired, because you won't let me sleep at night.
- You're getting old, my dear... - Don't joke about that.
- We'll go to bed early tonight. - We're rehearsing tonight.
But I've taken time off, and they weren't happy.
You'll have to go out with someone else.
- Are you sulking now? - It's always "the theatre"...
- Let's go home. - Now? You're crazy!
- Why not? - I happen to have a job to go to.
Forget it, the papers are full as it is.
Forget about your rehearsal!
See?
It's always "the paper"...
See?
Can't you think of something else to say?
How about: I love you all the same.
How generous.
- You're getting on my nerves. - Why is that?
I can't stand old sourpusses. Good day!
But I really am sad... David!
Well, get moving, little lady!
Are you coming or not?
- That was a narrow scrape. - What?
You nearly didn't make it out to your goats.
- What? - Can I offer you some pop?
Marie? You don't recognise me, but I recognise you.
- I recognise you, Father. - It's been a long time.
We haven't met since my confirmation.
Yes, Marie, we have.
What the devil are you doing? Your drink's getting cold!
It was about thirteen years ago.
The ballet school spring show.
Yes, the show...
A day of joy, a day of disappointment.
Of dashed expectations, tension, hysteria, excitement.
A day unlike any other in the year.
Marie! Hold on.
- The orchestra played too slow. - Don't give me that.
- It didn't go well. - No, but it was inspired.
- I'm going home to have a good cry. - You do that.
- Did you like it? Was it any good? - It was lovely.
- What do you want? - I'm seeing a friend.
- Who? - I don't know.
I'm glad you're interested in the ballet, but we're too busy today.
- It's cold. - Are your legs cold, miss?
I mean, with silk stockings. As you're a dancer, miss...
- How do you know I'm a dancer? - I've seen you, many times.
Especially your last show.
I'm sitting here thinking that if I...
if I could say what I wanted to say, I'd say that...
What would you say?
- You'd laugh, miss. - You think so?
Tell me now!
I'd say...
I'd say that you're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life.
There.
- Where will you stay this summer? - On Kalvholmen.
- And you, miss? - We have a house on Blakrakan.
- Oh, that's yours? - Do you know it?
Yeah... the manor.
Gruffman and I used to scrump apples there.
This is Gruffman. My sister and I thought he looked gruff...
Anyway, I live at the manor. Maybe our paths will cross.
At least when you come to scrump apples!
- Hello again! - Hello!
- Is the water cold? - A bit, but it's warm up here.
- Catching any fish? - No, they're still sleeping.
- Won't you have a swim, miss? - Too cold.
It's not too bad once you're in.
Do you think we could drop the formalities?
- I'm all in favour. - It makes things easier.
Do you live out here?
Over there.
- Over on Kalvholmen. - Oh yes, you said.
- Are you hungry? - Why?
Do you like wild strawberries?
I know of a place. Would you like to go?
- This is it. - And no one knows about it?
- Yes, you. - And no one else?
Help yourself!
- What kind of cuckoo is that? - I don't know much about birds.
I usually call it the summer holiday bird.
It would sing outside my window
the first morning of the summer holidays.
It would wake me up.
- Do you live with your parents? - No, they're divorced.
I've never seen my mum, and my dad's with another woman.
He gives me money to stay out of the way. I'd like to do the same to him.
- Where do you and Gruffman live? - With an old hag... lady.
She's got a moustache.
I love blind kittens. Don't you?
And babies, and people who other people think are ugly.
And mice, of course. And poodles.
It's not as bad as that.
It's just that people don't take me seriously.
Oh dear, oh dear, is it that sad?
No one cares about me, no one but Gruffman.
- Really, no one? - No, only Gruffman.
- What about me? - Do you care about me?
Would I have brought you here otherwise?
I need to think about that.
I'm never going to die.
I'll get really, really old, but I'm not going to die.
I'm scared. Scared that I, Henrik...
will tip over the edge into something black, something unknown.
- Why do you talk about that? - I don't know.
It's something I'm struck by now and again.
But it's interesting, don't you think?
And you started it.
Hey... the wild strawberries!
Oh yes, them...
Hey, Henrik...
- I think we'll become friends. - I think so, too.
Hey... Marie.
Uncle Erland came for a visit.
He gave me a bracelet, and kissed my hand.
He was very courteous
and charming.
We had wine with dinner. Aunt Elisabeth drank a lot.
She went on about how things were when my mother was alive.
But no one paid any attention.
I'll get the coffee.
Don't call me "uncle".
At my age it's less agreeable to be "uncle" to a beautiful young woman.
So you think I'm a beautiful young woman?
- You're very like your mother. - Did you bring her gifts, too?
Everyone did, as a token of admiration for her art.
- I think you were in love with her. - She was an outstanding actress.
And this bracelet,
is it a token of admiration for my art?
Marie...
if you weren't my old friend's daughter,
I'd tell you something.
But I won't. I can't, and I daren't, my dear little girl.
Pretend I'm someone else, like my mother.
- We'd run away, you and I. - Run away?
Go far, far away and live life to the full.
Live life to the full...
Seize the moment and hold it.
- I do seize the moment. - You think so, poor girl?
Lucky is he... lucky is the man who will teach you.
- Life... is so much. - But Uncle Erland, my dancing...
If you stop calling me "uncle", I'll stop calling you...
"My little girl."
There's a time for dancing.
Surely you have a little dancer boy with downy cheeks
with whom you dream and argue, plan the future with?
We in the ballet haven't the time for it, nor the inclination.
Is that the truth?
Don't be too sure, dear Erland.
I'm not sure about you at all, dear Marie.
One day you may get to take care of me, and marry me.
Dare I hope?
You talk like an old book. Of course you can hope!
One day you may take me.
- I have to dash! - But we're having such a nice time.
- I really have to dash. - Can't I come with you?
- No, you can't, Uncle Erland. - But Marie...
Bye!
She's run off, and you can't catch up with her.
- Are you sulking? - No, I'm not.
- Gruffman, why is he sulking? - I told you, I'm not.
If you say so... But we can both see that the master's sulking.
Don't be silly.
- Is it because I'm late? - Not in the least.
So it's something we don't know about.
Who's Uncle Erland?
Why do you two have so much fun? Do you fancy him?
Uncle Erland, that old codger!
Not that old. And he fancies you, any fool could see that.
- So you can see that. - So I'm a fool now?
If he fancies me, that's his business.
He's always running after you. I saw him at the show.
Is it that bad?
Come on now, tell me all about your jealousy.
Dear, oh dear...
Is it that bad?
Serves you right!
One night,
following a scorching summer's day of blazing sunlight...
The silence was vast,
reaching all the way to the vault of heaven.
The silence between us was also vast.
The rocks are still warm.
Everything seems unreal tonight.
- Don't you think? - It's beautiful.
We're inside the same bubble.
It's so beautiful I could burst.
Break into pieces, disappear, perish.
- Kissing must be fun. - Must be, since everyone's doing it.
I've never been kissed, except by the ballet-master, but he doesn't count.
- What about your Uncle Erland? - Oh, him!
Have you ever kissed a girl?
Everything's so difficult, and all linked somehow.
Marie...
I like you, I'm in love with you, and all that...
You know...
You must think me silly...
I'm just a damned fool, really. A damned wimp!
- How does it feel? - What?
You said you're in love with me.
You feel it in the chest and stomach.
Your knees are like crushed apples, and your toes crumple up.
- But mostly it's in the chest. - In the heart?
I don't know... How about you?
- Who says I'm in love with you? - Oh, right...
I think it's in your skin.
I want you to touch me, caress my skin with your hands.
It's in my shoulders and elbows.
In the palms of my hands.
It tickles all over.
Uncle Erland is probably a bit drunk, but don't worry about it.
So there you are, children.
Milk and sandwiches are in the kitchen. You get hungry at night.
When you go canoeing in the moonlight.
Don't listen to him when he's tipsy.
Your mother, Marie,
used to dance for me on evenings like these...
...when it was quiet and still and the room was moonlit.
We were alone...
Forgive me for taking the liberty of saying we were alone.
Your father...
Forgive me, dear Elisabeth.
She sat over there.
I played...
...and looked at her face.
I wondered whether I was in reality, or outside it.
Was what surrounded me, the piano and the floor, unreal?
Were the moonlight and the music
all that was real and substantial?
Now, all the clocks in the house have stopped.
The flowers in the windows have wilted and died.
We were alive in those days.
There were red geraniums and the clocks were ticking away.
Outside, the gulls were screeching.
You two go, I'll stay and keep him company.
The ship's horn hooting in the distance...
This, and other things, the music and the moonlight...
the silence and the anticipation,
the blood whispering in our ears...
A strange mood developed, almost like a melody.
A new room was opened up in our minds.
Well, this is where I work during the summer. Welcome!
The morning sun shines through here.
Every morning, two crows sit outside talking.
They're quite sweet.
Then your summer holiday bird appears.
You talk like a museum guide.
I think we could kiss now.
- Don't you think so? - Yes, I do.
Don't worry, I've locked the door. It's only Uncle Erland.
Of course I should go to bed. Of course, damn it!
Come on now, or you'll be embarrassed in the morning.
Poor Aunt Elisabeth!
Now you have a lover!
How does it feel, is it exciting?
I'm sure you'll tell your friends. Will you be boasting about us?
I can't give you any guarantees. But we will get married.
But how do you feel right now?
Haven't you longed for this? I never imagined it was like this...
I was really frightened, actually.
- Aren't you now? - No, are you?
- No, I'm never afraid. - I am, though.
Don't talk about that now.
- Frankly, I'm starving. - There are sandwiches downstairs.
Super! And then a quick plunge!
Days like pearls: Round and lustrous,
threaded on a golden string.
Days filled with fun and caresses.
Nights of waking dreams.
When did we sleep? We had no time for sleeping.
- I'm never surprised. - But you were this time.
- I thought of you five minutes ago. - I haven't thought for ten years.
Can I have a cup?
It's not the kind of coffee you used to like.
To be honest, I never really liked it.
I'm not fussed nowadays.
- No sugar, as usual? - Yes please, two lumps.
- You never used to take sugar. - That was someone else.
I'm getting on a bit.
- What are you hunting? - Pheasant.
You have an astonishing ability to take time off whenever you like.
- What about you? - I came here just on a whim.
Did you receive the parcel?
What parcel?
I see...
You sent me Henrik's diary.
Where did you get hold of it? Why did you send it to me?
- Why now? - So many questions.
Spring cleaning. If you want, I'll tell you more.
I took care of it at the hospital,
so it wouldn't fall into strange hands.
You probably think I should have given it to you then.
Would that have been advisable?
Why don't you say something?
Nice to see you, Erland.
I have to go now, so I don't miss the boat
and have to stay here with you.
- Did it frighten you? - Yes. A hell of a lot, actually.
It wouldn't have been different if you'd got it immediately.
I stand here looking at your hands.
They're beautiful, yet ugly somehow.
I can't explain why.
I think of Henrik's hands,
and I can't understand why I let you touch me.
I'm disgusting?
Yes.
- Maybe it even rubbed off on you. - It did.
But I'm aware of it, and that's good.
- Shall I walk you to the boat? - No, thanks.
Oh, it's you?
- How long are you going to go on? - Until I'm done.
- We were going to Björnö at two. - Is it two already?
- A quarter to three. - As you can see, I'm working.
- You don't care about me. - Silly!
- I'm forever waiting for you. - I've got a job to do.
Thanks a lot.
I'm done now.
- No sacrifices on my behalf. - Henrik...
I'm sorry. But you know my work is important to me.
- What about me? - You, too.
- Which is the most? - What an odd question.
Answer me: Which is the most?
- I don't know. - See? You don't care about me.
And you're selfish!
- We've never argued before. - Not my fault.
Is it mine?
Well, if it's like that...
...we can't be together.
Just say the word!
- That's not what I meant. - I'm a burden.
Henrik, don't be like that.
I'm nervous. I haven't practised all summer, and I start work in a week.
We've been together night and day for two whole months.
- Forgive my being sharp just now. - Sure.
- Everything all right? - Sure.
God, you're boring today!
Here I am, apologising and grovelling
and you're just moping.
You just go, I'm fed up with your moods.
Come back! Don't be silly, I didn't mean it.
Just go!
I never want to see you again, you idiot!
It was a Saturday, and I looked for him the whole day.
At nightfall I went over to his place.
I had never been there.
How do you do? Is Henrik at home?
Henrik is seldom at home nowadays. Either during the day or at night.
I see...
I think Henrik is in his room.
When he came home today, he was crying loudly
and kicking at the furniture.
- A glass of port, my dear? - No, thank you.
Everyone has freedom of choice, and I won't force anyone.
- I'll go up and see him, then. - Just don't give in to his whims.
Why are you hiding, Henrik?
To see if she'd run me down.
He eats my bread and uses that tone.
- It won't eat into your capital. - You're a layabout, my boy.
Luckily, I'm not your boy.
No, your father's. You're both waiting for me to die.
Henrik will inherit me.
According to the experts, I should have died three months ago.
The Lord moves in mysterious ways.
I have cancer, you see.
Whoever seeks to own his life, shall lose it, says the Father here.
- That's a lie. - Save his life.
It's still a lie.
I like living, and that's why I'll survive the lot of you.
You too, dear Henrik.
Perhaps I could draw your attention to the fact
that my knight is threatening your rook.
I still feel like a ghost.
- Bless you. - It's hayfever.
Are you sure about the port?
Not for me, thank you.
I'll fetch some blankets, Father.
It's getting chilly, both for the corpse and the clergyman.
If you're here out of a Christian sense of duty,
I'm terribly impressed.
I'm here out of professional interest.
How so?
It may sound ridiculous,
but I have a feeling of sitting next to Death himself.
It's highly rewarding, seen from a professional point of view.
Off with you now!
There seems to be a dance down on the jetty.
Good bye!
Now you know how things are for me, the layabout!
Poor thing!
- It's not that bad, I suppose. - No, you've got me.
- Have I, really? - You have me.
- But earlier today... - Be quiet!
You have me.
Let's go back to my little playhouse. It's no fun out tonight.
I'm cold.
The pencil, I dropped it!
Listen! It's so silent.
Suddenly it went quiet.
Maybe we've landed on another planet.
It's alien.
Alien...
Hello, Miss Marie. Do you recognise me?
Well, hello there! I've seen you before.
Look, how cold I am.
But in my stomach and on my breasts, I'm feverishly hot.
- Let me feel... - You're tickling!
Such a fine breast, miss.
Would you like to sleep with me tonight?
- With you? - You'd like that, wouldn't you?
That depends on the reward, dear sir.
I'm still a poor little virgin.
Then it's out of the question.
But if you would consider engagement,
I promise you won't be disappointed.
Then we have to wait.
The goldsmith has taken Sunday off, and is lazing the day away.
My dear sir, this kind of engagement is validated
with rings of grass, and 24-carat kisses...
Shouldn't we swear by something?
You'd bet we should.
Swear... you'll never ever look at another girl.
I swear.
Because if you do... the devil will take you!
I swear!
Your teeth, nose and fingers will blacken and fall off.
Oh, you!
Myself, I'll be faithful for as long as I feel like it.
And since I always feel like it, I'll be faithful till doomsday.
- Or the devil will take you! - Or Uncle Erland will take me...
Serves you right.
- Now we're engaged. - You go in and undress.
- I'll just go and spend a penny. - Me, too!
I could eat you!
- Where would you start? - With your hands and your waist.
- Then the inside of your thighs. - What do you know about that?
A cannibal I know says it's delicious.
How scary!
- What was that? - Don't you recognise the eagle owl?
- It's horrible! - Did it frighten you?
Oh, I just feel like crying tonight.
It's like toothache in the soul.
The soul's in the stomach - that's where it hurts.
Too many green apples, that's all.
Hold me, Henrik.
Hold me, so I don't break.
Henrik, my little darling.
My love.
My dearest darling, my beloved friend.
Hold me tight.
Tighter!
Let's stay awake all night.
Until the sun rises and the trolls combust.
Henrik...
Can you feel how cold I am? How I shiver?
How my heart pounds?
Don't be such a baby.
You're always biting me.
You just wait!
- We can't stay out here. - Carry me.
- I can't walk, I'm too tired. - That's it, then.
Please, carry me.
You're mad, fatty!
- You're a poor lover. - Marry Superman!
No, he's got such awkward clothes.
Are you sad?
- Autumn is in the air. - Yes.
On Thursday you'll go back to the theatre, and I to university.
- When will we meet? - We have three days left here.
Three days.
I'm not sad.
- Auntie has invited us to dinner. - First a swim!
- No, I don't want to, it's too cold. - Come on now!
I'll show you a fine jump!
My back...
Can you get me a bottle for Thursday?
- I'll talk to my brother. - Oh please, do try!
- From the beginning! - You must, or I'll drown myself!
Promise me one thing, you have to shoot Gruffman.
The poor thing shouldn't have to live.
I'll see to it.
Poor thing.
Everyone is alive.
They run around in the streets.
And here am I, eating and drinking.
At the theatre we dance about and frolic.
Henrik lies out there, starting to rot.
A moment before we were laughing about everything.
He lay in my arms.
I kissed his lips.
That's life.
Is there no meaning anywhere?
No, my girl. Nothing means anything in the long run.
I don't believe God exists.
And if he does, I hate him.
And I'll never stop hating him.
If he stood before me, I'd spit in his face.
I'll hate him for as long as I live.
I won't forget.
I'll hate him till the day I die.
There's only one thing one can do: Protect oneself, build walls.
Protect oneself from the touch of misery.
I'll help you.
I'll help wall you up.
I'll teach you, Marie.
That winter I worked hard, without thinking.
In the spring, Uncle Erland took me on a long journey.
In this way I forgot Henrik.
The wall grew around me.
In the end I wasn't just protected, but locked up.
In this way I forgot Henrik.
I forgot Henrik.
I say, Miss Marie, that hack was here again.
I tried to keep him here, but he left.
Karl can tell you that I followed him outside...
Yes, he did, I saw it.
So that didn't please her either. Women! Who understands them?
Well, I never did.
Why put so much work into these ballets?
They don't even show their legs, or at least not enough.
Night rehearsals are a bugger. And we've run out of beer.
That smell is still there. Such a peculiar smell...
These shoes really are evil.
And tomorrow's opening night.
Go home and get to bed, you silly girl.
- Come back with me for a drink. - You go, I can't be bothered.
Don't then, sourpuss!
- This time tomorrow you'll be happy. - What for?
- Because it'll be over then. - Over!
- I don't like that tone of voice. - Neither do I.
But without it, I'll start crying.
I am like a painted puppet with strings.
If I cry, the paint will run.
Go now. Let me mourn my youth in peace.
Bye!
Good evening, Marie!
Oh, it's you.
- Look at you... - It's the make-up for Coppélia.
- So are you dancing on Saturday? - Yes.
My old star act. Gustavsson is ill.
It's late.
Empty theatres at night are strange.
Strange and a bit ghostly.
Dwarfs with humps and big heads watch you from every corner.
- Yes... - They've always been there.
They grow in numbers as the theatre grows older. Their eyes are luminous.
Do you have any matches?
Kaj will have some.
Well, Marie...
You're laughing at me?
I came into the ballet hall this morning.
It was big and empty.
There you were in your black leotard,
bending and twisting arms and legs.
Slowly, quietly, you didn't notice me.
It was as if you'd been drawn with five black lines.
And I thought...
...for 20 years she's been standing like that,
morning, noon and night.
For 20 years.
Eight years left, then she's finished.
Out... Bye-bye!
- What about yourself? - I'm the ballet-master. I create.
I grow old and esteemed, no burden to anyone.
You'll be pensioned off.
You sit there in your clown costume and can't get it off.
What about your own costume?
It's true... it's as if it's glued to one's body.
Do you really think I don't understand?
You daren't remove your make-up, and you daren't be made-up.
You daren't leave, and you daren't stay.
Nonsense...
You only see your life clearly once,
when all protective walls have crumbled.
You stand there, naked and cold, seeing yourself just the way you are.
Once only.
Not a very edifying sight, is it?
At that moment you daren't either live or die.
- Has all this happened to you? - No, not to me.
But to you, today, now.
- No. - Yes... I can see it in your eyes.
You want to be happy, get something out of life.
You want memories, don't you? You want to start afresh.
All lies, Miss Marie. Stuff and nonsense...
You dance, and that's that. That's what you do.
Stick to that, Marie, or you'll get into trouble.
Take a look in the mirror.
You look ridiculous.
So do I, for that matter.
Thanks for the chat.
I say, some chap has been listening behind the door.
How did you get in?
Why did you run away this afternoon?
What a ghastly bow tie! It looks like a clip-on.
Well, don't just stand there!
Sit down and behave like a normal person.
What are you staring at? Cat got your tongue?
Have you two met? This is Coppélius, the magician.
And that's David, quite simply.
The only person who's nice to me in everyday life.
- Am I disturbing you? - Perhaps I am?
- I can leave, right now. - Why so soon?
- Your face looks funny. - I gave her a few slaps...
- As long as he doesn't bite you. - Are you jealous?
Of that character? Hardly!
Young man, I could transform you into a sugar lump.
So beware!
Old man, I could spirit away your talent, your secret,
your good name and social standing.
I happen to be a journalist!
Great master, you are the mightiest.
- Your humble slave awaits orders. - Get lost!
I'm leaving, slowly.
And I won't listen behind the door, I have manners.
I see it's raining.
- Has it been raining long? - Not at all.
It started at 9.15, but will stop within the hour.
There's a risk of rain tomorrow, but Saturday will be fine.
If it's like that, you may as well go.
I'm not jealous!
I just don't get this job of yours. Take that fool...
- He's no fool, he's a very nice man. - He made you cry.
Do you think you never make me cry?
- That's different. - Why?
He understands me, you don't.
- Have you two had an affair? - Actually, we haven't.
You can be so oafish and vulgar.
If you're not artistic
it's easy to find all this kissing a bit distasteful.
- It shows how little you understand. - Say that again, and...
It just shows how little you understand...
- Are you asking for trouble? - No.
- I'm so tired! - You always say that.
I am tired most of the time these days.
Why don't you give up your job and get married?
- Who would marry me? - Who do you think?
Not you, you don't love me.
Stop that!
- Please be a bit nice to me. - Why? You'll only push me away.
I've longed for you all day.
- No, you haven't. - I have, too.
You never let me come near you.
You don't need me. I never get to take care of you.
You turn to people like that idiot.
What do you know about me? Or I about you?
Do go on, David...
No... I'm just a simple guy, a tabloid hack.
What good am I to you? You're a celebrity.
That's not it... not at all!
- You'll get make-up on you. - Just show me where it hurts.
Don't talk to me like I'm a child. I'm probably older than you.
I'm sure, I've always been attracted to older women.
But admit you're hurting.
Listen, I'm an extremely self-centred person.
But even I can sometimes feel a penny drop...
You have such round fingertips.
Such a kind little finger. You should use a cigarette holder.
I never thought I meant anything to you...
Imagine if I could tell your fortune. No, you might be disappointed.
Marie...
You don't need to be self-sacrificing.
- Let's stop talking nonsense now. - Fine, I'll call you tomorrow.
Maybe you haven't noticed I'm here now!
What do you think of us two? Nothing to write home about...
Do you want to break up?
Yes.
- I don't think you want to do that. - Yes, I do.
- No... - Yes!
Is this a game?
I know exactly what you'll say next: "Have some vitamins."
"You need some sleep." Or: "You're nervous before the premiere."
Is that so far off the mark?
Go now, Henrik.
Is my name Henrik now? Who's Henrik?
Please go now. I'll give you something to read in bed.
Read this book for tomorrow.
Then we'll talk... Properly, for the first time.
Isn't that a good idea?
I'll see you tomorrow, then.
Your ears are dirty, by the way. Goodbye, sweetheart.
I'd like to cry this whole week, and next week...
Cry away all my shabbiness
and all this wasted time.
Funny...
I can't seem to cry.
Do I want to cry for a whole week? A moment ago I did, but now?
Do I want to cry at all? If I really search inside myself,
I'm actually happy!
Remove your hat.
Remove your hat!
- What are you doing here? - I'm meeting someone.
- Who? - Miss Marie.
Get out.
I'm glad you like the ballet, but we're too busy today.
Get lost!