A Woman's Face Page #7

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Twenty-two years. You must've been

a child, then, when it happened.

A rather beautiful child I should imagine.

And isn't it a pity?

Now that little girl is just a thief.

It is a pity.

- Don't. You're breaking my heart.

- No, no.

Oh, no, you're not as tough

as you seem to be.

Oh, no.

No, of course not, Dr. Segert.

Shall we talk about love and birds?

Or perhaps your anniversary.

Have you read any good

love letters lately, doctor?

You know, dear, some kind deity

must have sent this woman to me.

What are you talking about, Gustaf?

Love. Get my book for me, will you?

Yes, that one.

This lady's interested in love.

As who isn't?

Now here's a man you ought to meet.

Splendid chap.

Does he appeal to you?

Very funny.

Well, turn the page.

I did that in the hospital here last March.

That girl is my particular pride and joy.

I didn't mean to be cruel. Forgive me.

- Gustaf, are you crazy?

- Probably.

Look, my dear,

would you mind letting my wife?

She's very sympathetic.

- I'm sure she is.

- You're very kind. Thank you.

You know, Vera, there's one man

in Europe who could fix that.

No.

No, Gustaf.

Not you.

Nothing like having your

wife's confidence.

You couldn't...

You couldn't fix this.

I bow to the superior judgment

of you experts.

- Don't joke!

- I don't.

It won't be any joke for you, either.

I warn you now, it'll mean pain, agony,

weeks, months and then perhaps failure.

Perhaps leaving you worse off.

Worse off?

Than what?

You know, I might.

I just might.

So that someone could look at me...

...and I could look back...

...and see in those eyes.

Gustaf.

Gustaf, listen to me, please.

Please, Gustaf.

You mustn't do it. You...

I begged him not to do it.

I told him no good would come of it.

No good for anyone.

Well, you may stand down.

Call the next witness.

I'm so sorry, sir.

It's just that the recollection of that woman

coming into our happy home...

Gustaf. Oh...

[CROWD MURMURING]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

This will help.

Thank you, dear.

I'm ready to testify, sir.

We've decided to call you later.

Will the prisoner now come forward

and give her testimony?

Do you solemnly promise and swear

by God and his Holy Scriptures...

...to tell the truth, withholding and adding

nothing, as God is your help in life and soul?

I swear.

In your examination before the police,

you were frank.

I trust you speak with similar honesty here.

Tell your story, if you please.

I was born in the north. We were poor.

My mother died when I was 3.

My father had a brilliant mind,

I am told, too brilliant.

He drank too much, constantly.

One night when I was 5, he was too drunk

to know he'd set fire to my carpet.

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