Viskningar Och Rop (Cries and Whispers) Page #4

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a little more fish?

- Won't you keep me company?

- No, thank you.

- What are you smiling about?

- I'm not smiling.

Do you want coffee or are we

going to retire immediately?

I don't want coffee.

Thank you.

It's late.

I suggest we retire now.

It's but a tissue of lies.

All of it.

Don't look at me!

Don't look at me

like that, I say!

Sorry.

Forgive me.

Help me to undress.

You may go.

It's but a tissue of lies.

It's a monumental

tissue of lies.

Tissue of lies.

- What are you doing?

- Going through documents...

books and papers

concerning the estate.

Karin, I want us

to be friends.

I want us to talk

to each other.

After all, we're sisters.

We have so many

of the same memories.

Karin, it's so strange how

we don't reach one another...

how we only make small talk.

Karin, why won't you

be my friend?

We've both been

happy and unhappy.

We could laugh and cry

together.

We could talk together

for days and nights on end.

We could put our arms

around each other.

Karin?

I wander through

our childhood home sometimes...

where all is at once

strange but familiar...

and it seems

I am in a dream...

and an event of great importance

is in store for us.

Yes, I know I am childish.

You read much more than I do,

think much more than I do.

Your experience is far greater.

Karin, couldn't we devote

these days...

to getting to know

each other finally?

To coming closer together?

I can't stand to be silent

and distant, Karin.

Karin, have I said something

to hurt you?

It's easy to do, but I didn't

mean to hurt your feelings.

Karin!

What are you reading?

- I'm reading Agnes' diary.

- A diary?

"Thursday, September 30."

She's written, "I received

the most wonderful gift...

"anyone can receive

in this life.

"A gift that is called

many things:
Togetherness...

"companionship, relatedness,

affection.

"I think this is

what is called 'grace.'"

No, don't touch me!

Don't come near me!

I can't stand

anyone touching me.

I don't want you to do that.

I don't want it.

I don't want you

to be kind to me.

I can't!

I can't stand it!

Constant torture.

It's like being

in the greatest hell.

I can't breathe any longer.

All of that guilt.

No!

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

I am sorry I lost control

of myself this morning.

I don't know what came over me.

I suppose it's all the emotion

concerning Agnes' death.

We were so fond of her.

Now that the funeral is over...

I'll have our lawyer look after

all the legal formalities.

The fruit please, Anna.

It's best we sell

the house and grounds.

You and I can divide up

all the rest of it.

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