Johan became a multimillionaire|in his old age.
An old Danish aunt...
who had been a renowned|opera singer...
left him a fortune.
Once he became financially|independent, he left the university.
He bought his grandparents'|summer house.
A run-down chalet in an|isolated area near Orsa.
Johan and I|haven't had any contact
with each other|for many years.
Our daughters are far away,|even from me.
Martha lives in a home,
sinking in the isolation|of her illness.
They don't have any children.
ONE|Marianne carries out her plan
And now I'm here.
He's sitting there,|at the porch.
And I've been standing here,|watching him and...
waiting,|at least ten minutes.
But here I am...
And so I must decide:
Slowly return to my car...
or get close to him.
and let my confusion abate.
But not very long.|A minute more!
- Did I wake you?|- It's you, Marianne.
- Hi!|- No, don't get up.
- Typical, you were spying on me.|- That's not true.
We haven't seen each other in 30 years.|32 years!
People start together,
then they separate|and talk by phone...
- and finally silence.|- So sad!
- Was that a reproach?|- No, we had nothing to say to each other.
Then suddenly you call me|and tell me you want to visit.
- You didn't sound very keen.|- Keen? I said no.
I still say no. I don't want this.|No. But you don't care.
- I had to come.|- Why?
- I won't tell you.|- You're laughing.
I've driven 340 km....
and managed to find your hideout...
in the middle of the jungle.
That won't be enough.|Really?
- At least you can stay over|for dinner. - Why?
A week ago,|I told Mrs. Nilsson...
that my ex wife was coming|to visit.
I can't tell her suddenly that there'll|be no dinner. She'll go crazy.
- Who's Mrs. Nilsson?|- Agda. Agda Nilsson.
Are you and her a couple?
She cleans and cooks|and then goes home.
To be honest,|I fear the hag.
She's made up the guest room,
so you have to stay|and spend the night.
It's so hard to get up from|this chair. No, don't help me.
What's wrong, Johan?
Want to hug me?
- And how old are you?|- I don't know, and you?
- 86.|- No, not you, me!
- I'm 63.|- Really? That many?
And I've had my uterus|and ovaries removed.
- Does that trouble you?|- Yes, sometimes.
Let's sit on the bench.
It's so beautiful!
When beauty is revealed...|in life, in creation...
Where is the source, the giver?|Beauty forever.
We can enjoy the view,
- hold hands...|- Are we going to hold hands?
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