A Woman's Face Page #6

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- To sell me.

- Yes.

Yes, I have something to sell you.

I hope I can afford it.

I'm sure you can.

The price is 10,000 kroner.

You can't. That's... That's...

I haven't it.

This afternoon he said 5.

This afternoon he was mistaken.

You have jewelry worth much more.

You wouldn't take my jewelry.

It's from my husband whom I love

more than anything in the world.

That isn't the way

you described him to Eric.

Give me those.

I wouldn't, if I were you.

Such silly letters. Such childish writing.

Such cheapness.

You call these love letters?

Have you ever read any real love letters?

George Sand? De Musset?

Keats? Browning?

Do you know anything about love

in that miserable soul of yours...

...that dribbles itself into these letters?

Can you imagine...

...Ioving a man so greatly...

...so completely...

...that you surrender everything

you have just to be near him?

Just to have him near you.

That's love as I know it.

So that's love as you know it.

[LAUGHING]

[WHIMPERING]

Now, get me the rest of your jewels.

And if you try any more tricks, there's

still one more letter in my friend's safe.

Hurry up.

[LOCK CLICKS]

Vera, darling. I'm back.

Vera.

Where are you, darling?

Vera.

[CRASH]

SEGERT:
Well, what have we here?

VERA:
Gustaf.

SEGERT:
Don't move.

VERA:
Gustaf. Gustaf.

Well.

- Gustaf, what happened?

- We have a visitor.

- This is yours, isn't it?

- Why, yes.

You found them in the street, I suppose.

Came through the window to return them.

Those are mine.

I presume you want this back too.

Stand up.

I can't.

Oh, you can't, eh?

Well, perhaps the police can help.

Call them.

[WINCES AND GRUNTS]

- What is it?

- My ankle.

Oh.

- Why don't you call the police?

ANNA:
Yes.

Yes, why don't you?

Darling, would you laugh at me?

She seems so miserable

and we are so happy, you and I.

[CHUCKLES]

Couldn't we let this poor woman go?

SEGERT:
Really, dear,

you do get sentimental at times.

Maybe it's because next week

is our anniversary.

Well, splendid.

Shall I give her this too?

[CHUCKLES]

Let's fix up the ankle first.

Oh, must we?

Oh. I'll get the bandages, darling.

Well, if I do let you go...

...you can thank her.

Bless her dear, sweet, unselfish heart.

Well, let's put you

in some more comfortable place.

Those things can be pretty painful.

- Want a cigarette?

ANNA:
Please.

Here we are.

Steady, now.

Well, oh, what's this?

Mind your business.

When did this happen?

- I said, mind your business.

- My dear young woman, this is my business.

It would be a shame

to send a scar like that to jail.

It wouldn't matter.

I've served 22 years already.

Oh, where?

Wherever I am.

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