Liv & Ingmar

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Zoom in. Even more.

Keep going.

Pan to the right a bit.

There. That's it.

Quiet, please!

Rolling!

Camera!

Action!

What is it?

Nothing. I just thought

of something from my childhood.

It was some sort

of punishment.

They threw me into a closet

and shut the door.

It was quiet and dark.

I was scared out of my mind,

and I pounded the door,

because they'd told me

a little person lived in that closet.

IS YOUR HAND IN MINE?

What are you doing today?

What are you doing?

I don't know.

But I asked you.

No, you're strangling me.

Poor Anna.

You were so happy before we met.

I had happy memories

of my husband and our love.

And now you don't?

I lived in truth.

- Really?

- You destroyed it with your damned lies.

- Stop it.

- I'll say what I want!

Stop shouting.

- You can't order me around!

- Stop shouting at me.

You can go to hell!

- I said shut up!

- Are you crazy?

If that's how you want it!

I could kill you!

I could kill you!

There you are.

What are you doing?

- I'm praying for Johan.

You're praying for yourself.

Go away.

Leave me alone.

Go away.

Goddamn lousy acting.

Goddamn acting.

L cannot and will not

live with you anymore.

I don't believe in trying again,

as neither you nor I

seriously want to change.

But I won't give in,

because that will only lead

to new complications,

which in turn will bring on

terrible mental disturbances,

physical and

psychological violence.

I don't understand.

I don't understand anything.

I don't understand you.

I'm just afraid.

You think I want to stay here

and risk being killed?

Think I enjoy watching you

running after that woman

and talking to your phantoms?

Having to watch my back

every moment?

But I stay.

Jan.

What will it be like

if we can never talk to each other?

The boat's here.

I have to leave now

to avoid traffic.

Good-bye, Marianne. Take care.

- Good-bye.

- I might be back in a week.

- If only you were!

We'd make a fresh start.

We'd throw out

our stale old routines.

We'd talk about the past.

Figure out

where we went wrong.

You'd hear

no accusations from me.

Johan...

this all seems so unreal.

I don't know what to do.

Johan,

you're shutting me out.

Any solution

would be better than this.

Couldn't you promise

to come back?

That would tide me over.

Then you wouldn't be

leaving me without hope.

Even if you have no intention

of returning, you could say you do.

I have to go now.

Marianne!

INGMAR BERGMAN TODAY:

LIFE WITHOUT LIV

ULLMANN SPEAKS OU AFTER HER SEPARATION:

DON'T EXPECT ME

TO CRY IN PUBLIC

I can only speak for myself.

I love you in my own

imperfect, selfish way.

And sometimes

I think you love me

in your own fussy,

pestering way.

I think we just

love each other

in an earthly

and imperfect way.

But you're so demanding.

Yes, I am.

But here I am,

in the middle of the night,

in a dark house,

somewhere in the world.

Sitting with my arms

around you.

And your arms

are around me.

I'm not the most

compassionate of men.

- No, you're not.

- I don't have the imagination for it.

You are rather unimaginative.

I don't know

what my love looks like,

and I can't describe it.

Most of the time

I can't feel it.

You really think I love you too?

Yes, I do.

But if we harp on it,

our love will evaporate.

Damn you, Johan.

You damned old fool.

Can you tell me

why you suddenly turned up here?

I thought you called for me.

I've never called for anyone.

I had the feeling you did.

How strange.

I don't understand.

I understand

your not understanding.

How long

do you plan to stay?

I have a case on the 27th.

Of November?

October.

Good night again.

Good night.

Quiet, please!

Rolling!

Camera!

Action!

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