1001 Grams Page #2

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- Have you seen it?

- Almost. But something came up.

"Something came up."

That sounds like another play by Fosse.

- It does.

- Have a nice trip home, Marie.

So many...

memories have been

pouring back lately.

Magnhild.

And Gunnar.

Mostly Gunnar.

Do you feel guilty?

He was the farmer, after all.

But you had the hereditary right.

It was Grandpa's wish.

- Did you have a falling out?

- Not really.

But he was

terribly disappointed.

And then hejust left.

Is he still in Paris?

The last time I heard from him,

that's where he was.

He... worked odd jobs as a painter.

Marie?

Would you be interested

in taking over the farm?

- Would you?

- You've never asked me before.

True.

No, Dad.

I've never thought about that.

Why ask me now?

It's time to put my life

in the balance.

That's what ultimately needs

to be weighed.

It...

It would be fascinating to find out

how much you actually

weighed at the end.

- At the end?

- Yes.

You remember

that I want to be cremated?

Yes, I've registered that.

Supposedly

our soul weighs 21 grams.

But,

considering

all the people I have met,

I find that highly unlikely.

Water?

Hello?

Yes?

Yes.

When?

Yes.

Yes.

Thank you.

Are you sure

you shouldn't stay home, Marie?

Nils can fly down and get the kilo.

I think it's good for me to work.

And then you'll have a funeral?

Cremation.

And he didn't want a ceremony.

We have no family to speak of,

except... Gunnar.

- Gunnar?

- His younger brother.

I had no idea he had a brother.

No.

We haven't had any contact foryears.

He left when Ernst took overthe farm.

- But Ernst never ran that farm?

- No.

And he felt guilty about

not letting Gunnar take over instead.

I found a notebook at the hospital.

I think it was Gunnar's.

It was empty, except for a quote

on the last page.

Written in pencil.

It said:
"Life's heaviest burden

is to have nothing to carry."

What do you think?

I think that's true.

Sad.

Maybe that's how he felt when he left?

And Yngve?

He's almost taken everything.

Only a few pictures are left.

You sure have been patient.

I don't know.

Gunnar?

Gunnar?

Uncle Gunnar?

It's Little Marie!

Ernst is dead!

Dad is dead.

- Good evening.

- Good evening, Marie. How are you?

- Have a seat.

- Thank you.

So,

did anyone come?

Not until right now.

But I enjoyed the play.

- Is that the Norwegian kilo?

- Yes.

Isn't it heavy to carry around?

"Life's heaviest burden

is to have nothing to carry."

Yes.

That's so true.

Are you working?

It's a personal research project.

Awork in progress.

- Some wine?

- No. I'm going back to the hotel.

- Why don't we walk home together?

- All right.

What is this research project?

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