Simon and the Oaks Page #4

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- Excuse me?

- Inga... and that man.

Why didn't you tell me?

- Larsson and Lentov's shipyard.

- My name is Kerstin Andersson.

What?

- I'm calling for Mr Ruben Lentov.

- Yes, he's here.

For me?

Ruben Lentov here.

My name is Kerstin Andersson.

I'm calling from Srsen Sanatorium.

We have a girl here who was saved from Auschwitz.

Isa von Schentz. She says

that she is your wife's niece.

Isa!

Little Isa...

You're a big girl now.

So you're my rich uncle, then.

Who are they?

This is Simon, a friend.

And this is your cousin Isak.

Is that for me?

You look so much like your mother.

They gassed her.

And your father?

He was unable to protect you?

He shot himself.

Before our eyes.

Why?

He did it when Gestapo came to

take us away, my mother and me.

Can you imagine, such a coward.

He was a German coward.

Excuse me...

At long last you're done with that goddamn school.

Congratulations.

- Thanks.

I'm looking forward to seeing you

here at the yard with us old-timers.

That goes for you too, Simon.

I hope that you'll show up here too

sometimes and get your hands dirty.

No way I'll bust my back at your shipyard.

That's right, you're going to bury yourself in the past.

Erik, please...

Could someone explain to me why

anyone would want to study history

when the future is what everything's about?

Can't we just have a good time?

Sweden is flourishing, Simon.

Yeah. You knew just how to profit from

the war. There's your socialism...

I'll tell you this, Simon, these hands

are still calloused from labor!

Erik, that's enough.

- Cheers, everybody.

- Cheers!

To the future!

Hello Isa.

So Mrs Larsson...

What did you do during the war?

Grow potatoes?

What would you have done if you'd been me?

Let's dance, Simon.

You go.

I'll join you later.

I'll soon be living with Ruben.

Where is Ruben?

He's away.

- I've been thinking a lot about you.

- Have you?

I'm also Jewish.

Or rather, my father was Jewish.

Do you want to tell me

about your pedigree? Or...

Do you want to sleep with me?

Hit me.

Hit me!

Hit me...

You dirty little pig.

Hit me. Hit me!

I'll take care of you.

Listen...

Stop it.

Stop it!

I don't want to.

I can't do this.

I can't do it.

Can I...?

The Sumerians lived between

the Euphrates and Tigris rivers.

The function of the Ziggurats was to offer a high place

where the priests could seek refuge

from the annual floods.

I'll see you later.

Communism is the only way, Klara.

- I'm sick of you talking all the time.

- But somebody must object-

But it ruins the lecture.

Learn the difference between your

private and political revolutions.

And sort out your late puberty and your father complex

before even voicing an opinion about Marx and History!

That was impressive.

The new revolutionaries, huh?

They pick the bourgeois fruits from the tree of knowledge

and pay with the money their capitalist fathers earned.

- You're in Archeology, aren't you?

- Yes.

So you're bright after all.

What do you mean?

You know what they say about

beautiful boys? That they're dumb.

No, you're wrong. It's beautiful

girls who can't be smart.

But... you must be an exception.

There are so many orientations.

I'm studying ancient mythology and...

I believe that the myths have a deeper meaning.

A psychological and a therapeutical meaning.

If you want to understand mankind...

...then you have to study its myths.

- Her name will be Malin Mayan.

- Cheers, Malin.

This is for you...

This is for you, Malin.

She's amazing.

She looks like you.

Sorry!

Really good.

Does Karin know you're here?

No.

May I ask you about...

Yes...

You look so much like him.

Like two peas in a pod, you are.

- He came here often?

- No... Here?

Mother and father laid in there dying.

We met by the brook.

Every night.

He was always playing his violin.

But one night the music was different.

The next night when I arrived...

...he was gone.

I knew all along we weren't meant for each other.

He was too grand for me.

Like from another world, he was.

For a long time I almost thought I'd

just imagined the whole thing.

Until...

Until you came.

He calls you his "Waldfee".

His Forest Fay.

He asks for a sign of life.

Some proof of your existence.

That it wasn't all just a wild and wonderful dream.

He wonders if you are as wet...

as wet as the brook.

And if you're still...

He wonders if you're as madly in

love with him as he is with you.

But he must have understood that I couldn't read that!

He probably assumed that you would find a translator.

But you don't understand, everyone

would have known. The shame...

You don't understand the shame it was for me.

Karin thought this was for the best.

Of course she did.

She thinks only of herself.

They have done everything for you.

You've had a good childhood.

They live their lives blind-folded.

Everything that doesn't fit into their

way of life is stupid... unnecessary.

Stuck-up, they think...

I couldn't take care of you.

I couldn't.

She never burned it.

Ruben says it's possible to find out

what happened to him. My father.

Ruben said that?

I'm moving in with him.

Well, then...

I drank this very brandy years ago

when the woman I loved was about to leave me.

She had decided to marry a German Officer

to be on the safe side.

But that didn't help, in the end...

Was she Jewish?

- Is this Isa?

- It's Rebecka.

Isa's mother.

Olga's younger sister.

You married her sister?

So I could be near Rebecka.

But that didn't help either.

How's Isa?

Hey...

Don't even think about it.

But she's fine.

Living the fast life in Stockholm...

...spending my money...

Klara is a lovely girl.

Why didn't you tell us he went to see Inga?

Because it's own his business.

- What did he tell you about her?

- I can't be the one to tell you-

- What did the letter say?

- Why haven't you asked Simon?

What the hell are you trying to do?

You're trying your best to steal Simon away from us!

Bringing him to concerts, music lessons, the gramophone...

letting him stay with you.

Promise him to find out about his

father and now he's met some girl...

What's wrong with her?

Please...

You're not going to lose him.

Not to Inga, or to Klara or any other girl.

But you must let him choose his own path.

I can't Ruben, I can't!

But I love you, I love you so much!

Are you coming?

I received this letter from Berlin.

A friend of mine has found an Ernest Habermann.

A conductor.

He's your father's brother.

Your father died.

Ruben and I will go to Berlin tomorrow.

My uncle lives there.

I remember Inga being here once.

She came about the letter, didn't she?

If you'd had the decency to have the letter translated...

Maybe my father would've survived-

- Stop it, Simon.

But that was the worse case scenario, right?

That he would destroy

our perfect little family-

That's enough!

Yes...

- You're too hard on her.

- No.

She loves you, more than anything in this world.

Stop it, Ruben.

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