Saraband
Johan became a multimillionaire|in his old age.
An old Danish aunt...
who had been a renowned|opera singer...
left him a fortune.
Once he became financially|independent, he left the university.
He bought his grandparents'|summer house.
A run-down chalet in an|isolated area near Orsa.
Johan and I|haven't had any contact
with each other|for many years.
Our daughters are far away,|even from me.
Martha lives in a home,
sinking in the isolation|of her illness.
I visit her now and then,|but she doesn't recognize me.
And Sarah... Sarah married|a successful lawyer...
and then moved to Australia where|they have very good jobs.
They don't have any children.
Me?
I still practice my profession,|but at the pace I choose.
Family quarrels and divorces mostly.
I've been thinking I|should visit Johan.
ONE|Marianne carries out her plan
I've been thinking...|I should visit Johan.
And now I'm here.
He's sitting there,|at the porch.
And I've been standing here,|watching him and...
waiting,|at least ten minutes.
Maybe I should have ignored|this irrational impulse.
This trip.
In fact,|I'm not an impulsive person at all.
But here I am...
And so I must decide:
Slowly return to my car...
or get close to him.
Of course, I could stay|here a while longer...
and let my confusion abate.
But not very long.|A minute more!
This minute is taking its time.
No!
- Did I wake you?|- It's you, Marianne.
- Hi!|- No, don't get up.
- Typical, you were spying on me.|- That's not true.
We haven't seen each other in 30 years.|32 years!
- We simply lost track of|each other. - That's natural.
People start together,
then they separate|and talk by phone...
- and finally silence.|- So sad!
- Was that a reproach?|- No, we had nothing to say to each other.
Then suddenly you call me|and tell me you want to visit.
- You didn't sound very keen.|- Keen? I said no.
I still say no. I don't want this.|No. But you don't care.
- I had to come.|- Why?
- I won't tell you.|- You're laughing.
Johan...
I've driven 340 km....
and managed to find your hideout...
in the middle of the jungle.
Now that I've seen and kissed you|and we've spoken I can leave.
That won't be enough.|Really?
- At least you can stay over|for dinner. - Why?
A week ago,|I told Mrs. Nilsson...
that my ex wife was coming|to visit.
I can't tell her suddenly that there'll|be no dinner. She'll go crazy.
- Who's Mrs. Nilsson?|- Agda. Agda Nilsson.
Are you and her a couple?
God forbid!
The two of you live all alone here|in the midst of a dark forest?
Mrs. Nilsson lives in|the village.
She cleans and cooks|and then goes home.
- She's religious and mean.|- There's no romance then.
To be honest,|I fear the hag.
I fear that she might want to marry me.|Anyway, stay for dinner.
She's made up the guest room,
so you have to stay|and spend the night.
It's so hard to get up from|this chair. No, don't help me.
What's wrong, Johan?
I'm trying to put|my arms around you.
Want to hug me?
Damn, Johan!
Old idiot!
- And how old are you?|- I don't know, and you?
- 86.|- No, not you, me!
Around 55.
- I'm 63.|- Really? That many?
And I've had my uterus|and ovaries removed.
- Does that trouble you?|- Yes, sometimes.
Let's sit on the bench.
It's so beautiful!
When beauty is revealed...|in life, in creation...
Where is the source, the giver?|Beauty forever.
- I didn't know you knew some psalms.|- My grandmother taught me.
And my grandfather rewarded me|with little iron soldiers.
We can enjoy the view,
- hold hands...|- Are we going to hold hands?
- Didn't we used to do it?|- Yes, I believe so.
I haven't done it since...|I've stopped doing it.
You really have|a beautiful view.
Can you see the lake|house from here?
You can see the light reflected,|behind the rocks.
I drove by the lake house|coming here. It looks inhabited.
You could say that.|Henrik is there.
Yes, Henrik. Mi dear son.|The assistant professor.
- Are you on speaking terms?|- Not exactly.
I got a brief letter declaring that|he was planning on moving there.
He and his daughter Karin have|been there since late April.
You don't have much contact then.
Absolutely. A cordial conversation|if we run across each other.
- Fat boy Henrik!|He must be... - 61 !
- My God!|- You can say that again!
- And his daughter Karin?|- Karin is 19.
Her mother died of|cancer two years ago.
- Anna...|- Tell me.
Anna and Henrik were|married for 20 years.
He couldn't take her death.|He retired before his time.
I heard they were happy|to get rid of him.
He felt mistreated there.
- Like you, at that age.|- Me? No...
Well, yes, I was a bit fed up|with the academic standards silliness.
My honorary doctorate|from the University of Michigan...
finished all that.|- We were talking about Henrik.
He directs an orchestra called|"Uppsala Chamber Soloists".
But he'll quit that also.
He must do something.
- What about the daughter? Karin?|- Karin also plays the cello.
She'll audition for the|conservatory in the fall.
Henrik is teaching her.
They sit in the house with|their cellos every day.
You could say she's beautiful.|Like her mother.
Yes.
So...I know nothing|about our daughters.
- Sarah is in Australia.|- Australia?!
- Yes, Australia. - Well, she|managed to get far away.
I get letters and|phone calls from her.
She's fine. A good|law firm. A good husband.
- Sarah's happy with her life.|- And poor Martha?
Martha's sinking further and further.|She didn't recognize me.
She's no longer aware, in|our sense, of the world.
I understand...
- And you?|- I can't complain.
Though sometimes, I see myself|in voluntary isolation...
and I think I'm in hell.
Like I'm dead,|but I don't know about it.
But I'm fine.
I've plagiarized my past now that|I have the page of answers.
Doesn't sound like fun.
That's it, Marianne.|It's not.
And who the hell said|that damnation would be fun?
- What does your "page of answers|say"? - Want to know?
- I asked the question, didn't I?|- It says my life was sh*t.
A stupid and totally senseless life.
Is our marriage part|of your hell?
- To be honest, yes.|- I'm sorry to hear that.
An old priest once told me:
"A good relationship has two elements:
a good friendship|and an unshakeable eroticism".
Nobody can say that|we weren't good friends.
- Good friends.|- Of course.
- You were unfaithful. - I...|- I was too.
- It's so sad.|- But it was long ago.
- It's still painful.|- Not for me.
No, I suppose not.
- Dearest Marianne.|- That's what you say.
Yes, it's what I say.|It's nice to be here with you.
Holding hands,|Watching the beautiful view.
- Without talking about painful things.|- You're holding my hand.
Dinner! Mrs. Nilsson|will be furious if we're late.
Johan, I need to wash up|and get my bag from the car.
This was a mistake!
TWO|Nearly a week has passed
Are you Karin? Do you want|to speak to your grandfather?
Your grandfather and Mrs. Nilsson|went to the dentist.
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