Viskningar Och Rop (Cries and Whispers) Page #5

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I mean, the furniture

and other things...

like china, silverware,

books and pictures.

All right, Anna,

that will be all now.

What shall we do about Anna?

I suggest

that we give her notice...

and a few weeks extra pay.

And also a little article

of Agnes'.

She was quite devoted.

The fact of it is that

they were very attached.

Now she trails after us

in much too familiar a manner.

I don't think...

It's true.

I think...

about suicide.

I've often thought about it.

It's...

It's disgusting.

It's very degrading...

and everlastingly the same.

Henrik's an excellent lawyer,

I assure you.

My husband says

that I'm clumsy.

He's right.

I fumble.

My hands are too large,

you understand.

Most disobedient.

You look so disconcerted.

You thought our talk

would be different, didn't you?

Do you realize I hate you?

And how foolish I find

your insipid smiles...

and your idiotic

flirtatiousness.

How have I managed

to tolerate you so long...

and not say anything?

I know of what you're made...

with your empty caresses

and your false promises.

Can you conceive how anybody

can live with so much hate...

as has been my burden?

There's no relief,

no charity, no help.

There is nothing.

You understand?

Nothing can escape me...

for I see it all.

Now you hear how it sounds

when Karin talks.

You sit there grinning

your cold little grin.

What are you thinking?

Would you care to tell me?

May I have your opinion?

No!

That's just what I thought.

You'd rather stay silent.

And you are right, Maria!

Maria! Forgive me.

Maybe you mean well.

Maybe you just

want to know me better.

Maria, dear, forgive me.

I do run on and on.

No.

No, that's not true either.

Maria, look at me.

Maria, look at me.

Don't you hear it?

Don't you hear the crying?

Don't you hear it?

Someone is crying endlessly.

- Are you afraid of me now?

- No, not in the least.

I'm dead, you see.

The trouble is

I can't get to sleep.

I can't leave you all.

I'm so tired.

Can't anyone help me?

- It's but a dream, Agnes.

- No, it's not a dream.

Perhaps for you it's a dream...

but not for me.

I want Karin to come here.

Agnes wants Karin

to come to her.

Can't you hold my hands

and warm me?

Stay with me

until the horror is over.

It's so empty all around me.

Nobody would do what you ask.

I'm still alive.

I won't accept involvement

with your death.

Perchance, if I had loved you...

but I do not love you.

What you ask me to do

is repulsive.

I'm leaving you now.

In a few hours I'll be gone.

- Anna.

- Yes.

I want Maria to come.

Agnes wants Maria to come in.

Don't be afraid.

Please touch me.

Please talk with me.

Hold my hands and warm me.

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