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- You wanted to see me, Doctor?
- Have you seen Mrs Vogler, Sister?
- No, not yet.
- Then I'll fill you in...
...and give you the reasons
why you're to care for her.
Mrs Vogler is an actress, as you know,
and was performing in Electra.
In the middle of the play she fell silent
saying she was overcome by laughter.
The next day the theatre rang and
asked if she'd forgotten her rehearsal.
When the housekeeper went in
she was still in bed.
She was awake but didn't
answer questions and didn't move.
She's been like this for three months
The result is clear. She's perfectly
healthy, both mentally and physically.
It's not even a question
of some kind of hysterical reaction.
Any questions, Sister Alma?
No? Then you can go in to Mrs Vogler.
Good day, Mrs Vogler.
My name is Sister Alma.
I've been employed
to look after you for a while.
I'm 25, engaged...
I got my nursing certificate
two years ago.
My parents have a farm. My mother
Do you want to raise your head?
Is it okay like that?
What's your first impression?
I don't know what to say, Doctor.
First her face looks soft, almost
childish. Then you see her eyes...
She's got such a severe look, I think.
- I don't know, I should...
- What were you thinking?
No, but she should have a nurse
who's older and more experienced.
- Experienced in life. I may not cope.
If Mrs Vogler's silence and immobility
is the result of a decision...
-...it must be as she's seen as healthy.
strength. Perhaps I'm not up to it.
You might like to see the dusk,
Mrs Vogler. I can draw them later.
Shall I turn on the radio?
There's a play, I think.
Forgive me, my darling.
Oh, you must forgive me.
than your forgiveness.
What are you laughing at, Mrs Vogler?
Is it the actress that's funny?
What do you know about compassion?
What do you know?
What do you know about compassion?
I'm interested in film and theatre,
but I go so seldom.
I have enormous admiration
I think art
Especially for people
who have problems of some kind.
I shouldn't talk to you about things
like that. I'm skating on thin ice.
I'll see if I can find some music.
Is that good?
Good night, Mrs Vogler. Sleep well.
Do almost any old thing.
I'll marry Karl-Henrik and we'll
have a few children that I'll raise.
All that is decided. It's inside of me.
It's a huge feeling of security.
Then I have a job that I like
and am happy with.
That's good too. But in another way.
But it's good... good.
Would you like me to open the letter,
Shall I read it?
Shall I read it to you?
As I'm not allowed
to see you, I'm writing.
If you don't want to read my letter,
you can ignore it.
I can't help seeking
this contact with you -
- as I'm tormented
by a constant question:
Have I harmed you in some way?
Have I hurt you without knowing?
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