my back.
l read the letter you sent to the doctor.
Just think, it wasn't sealed!
And l read it thoroughly!
You got me to talk. You got me to
tell you things l've never told anyone.
And you hand it on.
What a study, huh?! You're not...
You're going to talk now! lf you've got
anything to say, you're bloody well...
No, stop it!
You were really scared now, huh?
For a second you were
genuinely scared, not so?
A genuine fear of death, huh?
Alma's gone crazy, you thought.
What kind of person are you, really?
Or do you think like this:
l'll remember that face.
That tone of voice, that expression. l'll
give you something you won't forget!
You're laughing, are you?
lt's not so simple for me.
Not so funny, either.
But you've always got your laugh.
Must it be like this?
ls it really important not to lie,
to speak the truth -
- to talk with a genuine tone of voice?
Can one live at all
without talking freely?
Lie and deviate and evade things.
lsn't it better to allow yourself
to be lazy and sloppy, untruthful?
Maybe you become a little better if
you just let yourself be what you are.
No, you don't understand. You don't
understand what l'm saying.
You are inaccessible.
They said you were mentally healthy,
but your madness is the worst.
You're acting healthy. You do it
so well everyone believes you.
Everyone except me,
because l know how rotten you are.
What am l doing?
Elisabet! Elisabet, forgive me.
l behaved like an idiot,
don't know what got into me.
l'm here to help you.
Then there was that awful letter.
l was so disappointed.
You asked me to talk about myself.
lt was nice, you looked so understanding,
l'd drunk a lot...
lt was so nice to talk about it all.
l was also flattered that a great actress
cared to listen to me.
Somehow l thought it would be nice
if it was of some use to you.
But it's terrible, isn't it?
Sheer exhibitionism.
Elisabet, l want you to forgive me.
l like you so much,
you mean so much to me.
l've learned so much from you,
l don't want to part as enemies.
You don't want to forgive me.
You're too proud!
You won't lower yourself
because you don't need to!
l won't, l won't...!
We don't talk,,, don't listen,,,
understand,,,
- Elisabet?
- What means should,,, to enable,,,
When you sleep your face is slack.
Your mouth is swollen and ugly.
You have a nasty wrinkle
on your forehead.
You smell of sleep and tears.
l can see the pulse on your throat.
You have a scar you normally cover
with make-up.
Elisabet!
He's calling again.
l'll find out what he wants from us.
Out here, far away in our loneliness.
Elisabet?
Elisabet? Sorry if l frightened you.
- l'm not Elisabet.
- l don't have any demands.
l didn't want to disturb you.
Don't you think l understand?
The doctor explained
a number of things to me.
The most difficult thing is explaining
to the little boy. l'm doing my best.
There is something that lies deeper,
that is hard to catch sight of.
You love someone, or more correctly,
say you love someone, it's...
lt's understandable.
Tangible as words are, that is.
Mr Vogler, l'm not your wife.
You are also loved.
You build a little fellowship.
lt generates security. You see
the possibility of enduring, not so?
How can l say everything l've thought
without losing my way, boring you?
l love you, as much as l did before.
No, don't be so anxious, my darling.
We have one another.
We have faith,
know each other's thoughts.
We love one another.
lt's true isn't it?
lt's the effort that's most important,
not what we achieve. lsn't it?
To see each other as children.
Tormented, helpless, lonely children.
- Elisabet.
- Tell the boy that l'm coming soon.
Mummy's been sick,
but she's longing for her little boy.
Remember to buy a present for him.
From Mummy, don't forget.
You know l feel
such tenderness for you.
lt's difficult to bear.
l don't know what to do
with my tenderness.
l live from your tenderness.