Svart Lucia

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Black Lucia

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I am writing this for you,

only for you.

It is all that matters.

She had always been afraid of him.

It was that fear that made

her make up her mind.

She could not resist it.

Mikaela!

You are crazy.

You wont make it.

Wont make it, huh?

You are absolutely crazy.

Its getting old. Think of something new.

-I would like to see you do that.

-Like thats something special.

I was late on purpose

to make it more exciting.

You are so late that

we will almost miss the exam.

-Are you afraid you wont see your idol?

-He is not my idol.

Oh, you are a bit cranky today.

You need to wake up.

What the hell are you doing?

Stop it.

Let go... let go!

Whats wrong?

Hey...

I am all right.

-Really?

-Im fine.

You are always in such a hurry.

I know.

Do I have to choose one

of these subjects?

-What would you like to write about, then?

-This.

-Do you always have to be so difficult?

-I just want to impress you.

I read that book when I was in your

age, but I didnt understand much.

But Max understands everything.

-Cant you just be quiet, Johan?

-What did I do wrong this time?

You may choose whatever subject you like.

Whats important is that you write

about something that concerns you.

Something that matters.

Here you are.

"It will be our secret", she said.

"You may not tell anyone."

His smell was on her hands.

It was like it was contagious.

As if he had infected her.

She remembered how she had pretended

to fight him the first time.

How she had tightened his

necklace and felt how it broke.

He had taken hold of her wrists,

pressed them down on the mattress-

and fixed the restraint.

Mikaela!

You looked like you were in

another world during the exam.

What subject did you choose?

-"A summer memory".

-There was no such subject.

-Did you write about Sartre?

-No.

I wrote "Being an outsider - a breakdown".

Its pathetic, isnt it?

I love to confirm the myth

about me like that.

I had an erection for two hours.

Its true. Guess what...

I made some great connections between

French existentialism-

- and my night at the

the docks in Hammarby last week.

But really, what did you write about?

Mikaela, what did you write about?

-I wrote about a dream.

-A nightmare?

-No, just a dream.

-Boring.

Hello, Jocke!

He seemed ok at first. But

then he said that he only -

-believes in love that can

give birth to children.

That made me terrified.

-Why?

-Then Im condemned to eternal misery.

-Thats right.

-I knew Jocke would agree.

Dont call me Jocke.

You should learn to like girls, then.

But Sandra, I do.

Stop... Just stop it!

-Do you even want me to tell your fortune?

-Yes, I do! You must tell me.

Jerker!

Wait a moment.

Pour toi. (For you)

These are your desires.

You want to be satisfied with whom

you are and seek harmony.

Harmony is such a dull word.

You often doubt that people like you.

You dont have to. You are loved.

This is the final card.

It holds the answer to your question.

This means change.

And it means finding a new life.

You will see someone you havent

noticed before.

-Which card means "death", then?

-None. I dont do that.

-Did you get an answer to your question?

-Yes.

I got an answer.

I know exactly what to do.

-What can I do for you, Max?

-A caputchki caputchki please.

-Any luck with that girl the other night?

-Girl? It was a boy.

Whats it like at your home now?

Its ok. Dad is out

of town so...

And your mother?

-Every time he leaves, she thinks...

-What?

-What are you talking about?

-The girls have secrets.

-Are you leaving?

-Bye.

He didnt even say good bye.

Mother?

No, no... Not yet.

-Christmas or birthday gift?

-Do you want Christmas gifts to?

-It smells really good.

-Yes.

I got the idea that I should

cook a proper dinner.

Its the French casserole, you know?

You are staying at home, arent you?

-And wine too?

-Of course I got wine.

Has anything happened?

Does something have to happen

in order to have a good time?

No, I dont think I am good

at cooking this dish anymore.

I like it.

I think something is missing.

But the wine is fantastic, isnt it?

If you have a good wine the

food doesnt have to be perfect.

And it helps you through the night.

What is that supposed to mean?

Just that you will be able

to sleep tonight.

Why do you say like that?

-Like what?

-As if the food only are an excuse.

I didnt mean it like that.

What did you mean, then?

Mikaela.

Hello?

-Dont you want any more?

-I lost my appetite.

-Im sorry.

-Its not your fault.

Magnus phoned today.

He will be home earlier.

-Why?

-Because I asked him to.

I told him I cant stand it any longer.

Not knowing where and with who he is.

-Who was it that called?

-I dont know.

It was nobody there.

Hello.

Whats wrong?

Im so mad with him.

I cant stand him when hes like that.

-Who?

-Max!

He doesnt know what hes doing.

Hi. Are you here again?

Come here.

Hello kitty.

Its just as well I hand them out at once.

Otherwise there will be nothing done.

I had trouble grading some of your essays.

The front of the house I live in

is being repaired.

Theres loud noises all time of day.

Well talk about some things that

many of you get wrong.

For instance the difference between

"give up" and "leave out".

Mikaela, what grade did you get?

What grade did he give you?

Four out of five. Four plus.

Johan, please form a sentence with the

words "give up" in it.

I felt given up.

Thats a common mistake.

Almost everyone says that.

What comments did you get?

... the writers tells their most

secret thoughts.

What comments did he give you?

May I read them?

He gave me nothing.

What do you mean, "nothing"?

What did you write about?

-Max, give it to me.

-Take it.

-Take it.

-Give it to me. What the hell...

Give it back!

-Take it, take it.

-Give me my essay.

Give it back!

Open... open... OPEN!

Joakim, open the door.

I have read it now.

Are you still mad at me?

-Why would I be?

-Your essay.

-I want to apologize about that.

-It doesnt matter.

It was stupid of me.

-Are you busy this afternoon?

-Yes, I have to study.

Its just me.

Did you hear that sound?

What sound?

It was a shriek.

I heard nothing.

Here is your book.

It was in the corridor.

-I was about to take it to the library.

-I just came from there.

-You study there a lot.

-I have to, otherwise I will fall behind.

-It seems like you are there every day.

-Are you driving?

Why are you living in the house

while its being repaired?

I refuse to move.

It is only the front.

I didnt expect it

to be so bad.

-Do you mind if I smoke?

-No.

There. I live there.

Damn!

You should write more.

Thanks for the lift.

The cigarette between his lips.

His hands that turned the rear view mirror.

Second of August.

What? Yes.

Could you please tell him

to call his wife?

No... No, I cant hear you!

Yes... This is Mrs. Holm.

Mrs Holm.

Ask him to call me.

Home, yes... Holm!

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