Saraband Page #2

- Sarah's happy with her life.|- And poor Martha?

Martha's sinking further and further.|She didn't recognize me.

She's no longer aware, in|our sense, of the world.

I understand...

- And you?|- I can't complain.

Though sometimes, I see myself|in voluntary isolation...

and I think I'm in hell.

Like I'm dead,|but I don't know about it.

But I'm fine.

I've plagiarized my past now that|I have the page of answers.

Doesn't sound like fun.

That's it, Marianne.|It's not.

And who the hell said|that damnation would be fun?

- What does your "page of answers|say"? - Want to know?

- I asked the question, didn't I?|- It says my life was sh*t.

A stupid and totally senseless life.

Is our marriage part|of your hell?

- To be honest, yes.|- I'm sorry to hear that.

An old priest once told me:

"A good relationship has two elements:

a good friendship|and an unshakeable eroticism".

Nobody can say that|we weren't good friends.

- Good friends.|- Of course.

- You were unfaithful. - I...|- I was too.

- It's so sad.|- But it was long ago.

- It's still painful.|- Not for me.

No, I suppose not.

- Dearest Marianne.|- That's what you say.

Yes, it's what I say.|It's nice to be here with you.

Holding hands,|Watching the beautiful view.

- Without talking about painful things.|- You're holding my hand.

Dinner! Mrs. Nilsson|will be furious if we're late.

Johan, I need to wash up|and get my bag from the car.

This was a mistake!

TWO|Nearly a week has passed

Are you Karin? Do you want|to speak to your grandfather?

Your grandfather and Mrs. Nilsson|went to the dentist.

I'm Marianne. I was your granddads|wife. I'm visiting.

- I know.|- Come on, sit down.

If you want, you can help me|clean out these mushrooms.

Here's a knife.

If you want to talk, we'll talk.|If not, we can just be together.

You must know Henrik,|my dad.

Can't say I do. I've just greeted him,|but I don't know him.

- Mom is dead.|- I know.

- She died two years ago.|- Your granddad told me.

- Dad retired and is spending his time|with music now. - The cello, right?

He's writing about|St John's Passion.

- You also play the cello?|- I hope to get into the conservatory.

- Your father is the teacher|and you are the student. -Yes.

What's wrong?

Do you know Hindemith's|cello sonata, opus 25?

I don't know anything about music.

Dad wants me to play it|for the audition.

- It's too hard!|- And doesn't he think so?

How were you in the days|before your period?

A premenstrual monster.

I would go to sleep as an angel,|and wake up as a demon.

My mind gets shattered.|And it's very hard for me to get up.

Dad is a morning person.

And I yawned.

We were working on|the fourth movement.

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