Intermezzo: A Love Story Page #4

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Isn't it exquisite?

Look, Holger.

"My love endures...

"after death. "

That was written for us.

And for everyone on earth

who will ever feel...

as we do now.

Monsieur has two violins.

And never plays even one.

Yes, I play them.

But just now I'm on a holiday.

- I play the zither.

- Zither? That's wonderful.

- Is this your little girl?

- Yes, that's my little girl.

- What's her name?

- Her name is Ann Marie.

Ann Marie. How sweet.

- Mine is Marianne.

- What a pretty name.

You know,

today is my little girl's birthday.

Really? And you're so far away.

- She'll be unhappy at that.

- I hope not.

I hope today

that she'll forget that I am so far away.

I would not forget that.

Hello. Where have you been?

Off on your own?

Would you believe it?

I couldn't find a single piano around here.

Only an organ with four pipes missing.

Serves you right. You're not here to work.

- Madame, a letter for you.

- A letter for me?

- Shall I make it descend?

- Yes, make it descend.

Voil!

- What's all the excitement?

- This!

What is it?

If it's an invitation,

you can just turn it down.

I'm not going to let you out of my sight

for one moment, young lady.

- Aren't you going to tell me?

- No.

No, I'm not.

It's nothing to get excited about.

- I want to know about that letter.

- I'll tell you later.

By the way, your letter. What was it about?

- I don't want to make you jealous.

- Jealous?

- It was from Mr. Stenborg.

- From Thomas?

- What did Thomas have to say?

- It's only that I was awarded a scholarship.

Only! And you weren't even

going to mention it?

That's extraordinary.

But I don't want it now, Holger.

No, I'm not taking it.

I see.

- And what did Thomas advise in the matter?

- Let's forget it.

It's so pleasant out here.

What's that fragrance? Mimosa?

Yes?

What did you do with the letter?

This is how I feel about the letter.

About anything...

that could come between us.

- What are you thinking of, Holger?

- Nothing. Just...

I was thinking

we should've brought Ann Marie with us.

She would have loved this.

What's the matter?

You said "Ann Marie. "

Did I?

I meant Marianne of course.

How stupid of me.

- Well, skipper, let's make for home.

- No, I don't want to go home.

- Not yet, please.

- What's the matter, Anita?

I'm afraid.

I don't know why, but I am afraid.

I wish we could stay out here forever.

You're just imagining things.

Here, come here. Sit down.

Come here.

What a wonderful day this has been.

Yes. A day to remember always.

I can't bear to see it end.

We'll have others, darling.

Millions of them.

Hold me close, Holger.

Let's do something wonderful

tomorrow again.

- All right, darling, what shall it be?

- I don't know.

We might watch the sunrise

on the mountains.

All right.

- We can have a picnic.

- Yes.

I'm game for that.

I'll go and buy things.

What would you like to have?

Let me think.

I'd like some of that wonderful bread...

a bottle of Provenal wine,

some sardines. Anything you like.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Bye.

- Where did you come from?

- I took the chance of finding you.

Greta wanted a little holiday.

I'm joining her at Antibes.

This is a surprise.

- I traced you through Charles.

- Yes.

It's good to see you, Thomas. Come in.

You'll be comfortable at this little inn.

Mind you, it's very simple.

- It'll be very pleasant for overnight, I'm sure.

- Overnight?

You're not going to run away like that.

We're planning a picnic on the mountain

tomorrow. You're going to join us.

It's lovely, isn't it? You enjoying it here?

It's perfect. Cut off from the world.

The kind of life I thought I'd never have.

What news of my family, Thomas?

I have a message for you from Ann Marie.

- Nothing wrong?

- No.

She'd like you to bring her a camera

when you come home.

- Would she?

- Yes.

A camera.

- Holger.

- Yes, Thomas.

I have some papers with me.

- Papers?

- Yes, divorce papers.

Yes, of course.

I asked Margit to let me bring them.

I thought, perhaps, I might be able to

persuade you to sign them without delay.

Yes, indeed. Put them down, Thomas.

I'll sign them later.

Why not sign them now, Holger,

and get it over with?

Why this extraordinary rush?

Now, Holger, you really must try

to think a little of Margit.

Margit? You don't mean to say

that she wants to...

Marry again? No, not she.

But I imagine she feels it'll be better

for all of you, including the children...

if she's legally separated from a man who...

Well, I needn't say...

I suppose you think

I've behaved disgracefully?

It's easy to criticize, Holger.

I don't pretend to account for

someone else's feelings.

Won't you sign these now?

Do you think it's as easy as that...

to cut out the best part of one's life?

- Tear up the last roots?

- I thought you had done that long ago.

Yes, my dear, what is it?

- Aren't we going to have our lesson today?

- I'm coming right down.

- Who is that?

- It's a little girl who lives here.

We play together every afternoon.

Have you been giving lessons

during your vacation?

No, she's teaching me.

I'm waiting for you.

You must excuse me, Thomas. Like all ladies,

she hates to be kept waiting.

She's 8 years old and her name is Marianne.

Excuse me.

But, Mr. Stenborg.

- Hello.

- This is wonderful. When'd you get here?

- Have you seen Holger?

- Yes, he just left me.

How well you look.

And how are you, my dear? Happy?

But of course. I'm divinely happy.

- This country's very beautiful.

- Yes.

You must come with us tomorrow

and see the sunrise. Holger and I...

Perhaps we'll bring Marianne.

She's a little girl Holger

has grown fond of.

I know. I've been watching him with her.

- He misses Ann Marie.

- Did you think that he wouldn't?

I've tried not to think of it at all.

I've tried to pretend there was no past.

And no future?

By the way, let me congratulate you

on your scholarship.

- You must be very happy about it.

- But I don't want it.

- It means nothing to me now.

- Really? It meant everything to you once.

Anita, my dear, you have great talent.

It saddens me to think that it'll be wasted.

If I can only be with Holger,

nothing else matters.

And Holger, does he feel the same way?

He loves me.

I know we can be happy.

I wonder if anyone has ever built happiness

on the unhappiness of others.

What shall I do?

That's not for me to say.

You must make your own decision.

And whatever it may be,

I know that it will be...

the right decision.

What is it?

You don't look real in this light.

- Monsieur Brandt.

- Yes?

It is morning.

- I'm ready. Go and call the others.

- Yes.

Mademoiselle, it is morning. Are you ready?

Yes. I'm coming.

- Good morning, Marianne.

- Good morning.

- Miss Hoffman ready?

- She'll be coming right away.

- And where is the picnic basket?

- Downstairs. Everything's ready.

Come on.

Mr. Stenborg, you must help me.

- There is a train leaving in an hour.

- My dear.

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