Viskningar Och Rop (Cries and Whispers) Page #2

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You don't have to worry

when I'm here.

You know that.

The pillow's so warm.

We can take the other one.

Come. Let's see.

Can you lift yourself up

a little?

Can you slide down now?

Is it better so?

Is it better?

You are so good to me.

Yes?

What's the matter?

Agnes is worse.

I don't think she's conscious.

She's breathing very strangely.

I'll get my shawl.

Karin!

- Karin!

- What is it?

- Agnes is worse.

- I'm coming.

- I'll go for the doctor.

- I'll go with you.

Anna! Anna! Anna!

- Where's the doctor?

- He wasn't home.

All right, Anna.

You had better get dressed.

I'll stay with her.

Anna!

I'm much better now.

Only rather warm.

Would you like

to have a wash now?

- And put on a clean gown?

- Yes, thank you.

- I'm a little thirsty.

- Yes, of course.

- Shall I read a little?

- Oh, I'd love it.

"Chapter 34, in which

Mr. Pickwick thinks...

"he had better go to Bath,

and goes accordingly.

"'But surely, my dear sir,'

said little Perker...

"as he stood

in Mr. Pickwick's apartment...

"on the morning

after the trial.

"'Surely you don't really mean,

really and seriously now...

"'and irritation apart...

"'that you won't pay

these costs and damages? '

"'Not one halfpenny,'

said Mr. Pickwick firmly.

"'Not one halfpenny.'

"'Hooray for the principle,

as the moneylender said...

"'when he wouldn't

renew the bill'...

"observed Mr. Weller, who

was clearing away breakfast.

"'Sam,' said Mr. Pickwick...

"'have the goodness

to step downstairs.'

"'Certainly, sir,'

replied Mr. Weller...

"and acting on Mr. Pickwick's

gentle hint, Sam retired."

Anna!

Can't anyone...

Can't anyone help me?

I can't!

Help me!

I can't.

God, our Father,

in His infinite wisdom...

has called you home to Him...

still in the bloom

of your youth.

In your life

He found you worthy...

of bearing a long

and torturous agony.

You submitted to it patiently

and without complaint...

in the certain knowledge that

your sins would be forgiven...

through the death on the cross

of your Lord, Jesus Christ.

May your Father in Heaven...

when you step

into His presence...

have mercy on your soul.

May He let His angels

remove from you the memory...

of your earthly pain.

Should it be...

that you gathered up

our suffering in agony...

into your body.

Should it be

you bore with you...

this hardship

through death.

Should it be

that you meet with God...

as you come to that

other land.

Should it be that

you find his countenance...

turned toward you then.

Should it be that you know

the language to speak...

so this God may hear

and understand.

Should it be that you then

talk with this God...

and he hear you out.

Should it be so...

pray for us.

Agnes, dear child,

please listen.

Listen to what

I have to tell you now.

Pray for us who

have been left in darkness...

left behind

on this miserable Earth...

with the sky above us,

grim and empty.

Lay your burden

at God's feet...

the whole

of all your suffering...

and plead with Him

to pardon us.

Plead with Him

that He may free us...

of our anxiety

and of our weariness...

of our misgivings

and fears.

Plead with Him

that He may make...

sense and meaning

of our lives.

Agnes, you who have borne...

your anguish and suffering

so long...

are most surely worthy...

of advocating our cause.

She was my confirmation child.

We often had talks together

through the many years.

Her faith was stronger

than mine.

If you don't mind,

I could see you tomorrow...

and we can discuss

the formalities of the funeral.

Thank you.

Some years earlier, Karin

and her husband Fredrik...

were pursuing

a diplomatic career.

During a visit

to their native land...

they stayed for some months

at the manor.

Please, Anna, may I have

a little more fish?

- Won't you keep me company?

- No, thank you.

- What are you smiling about?

- I'm not smiling.

Do you want coffee or are we

going to retire immediately?

I don't want coffee.

Thank you.

It's late.

I suggest we retire now.

It's but a tissue of lies.

All of it.

Don't look at me!

Don't look at me

like that, I say!

Sorry.

Forgive me.

Help me to undress.

You may go.

It's but a tissue of lies.

It's a monumental

tissue of lies.

Tissue of lies.

- What are you doing?

- Going through documents...

books and papers

concerning the estate.

Karin, I want us

to be friends.

I want us to talk

to each other.

After all, we're sisters.

We have so many

of the same memories.

Karin, it's so strange how

we don't reach one another...

how we only make small talk.

Karin, why won't you

be my friend?

We've both been

happy and unhappy.

We could laugh and cry

together.

We could talk together

for days and nights on end.

We could put our arms

around each other.

Karin?

I wander through

our childhood home sometimes...

where all is at once

strange but familiar...

and it seems

I am in a dream...

and an event of great importance

is in store for us.

Yes, I know I am childish.

You read much more than I do,

think much more than I do.

Your experience is far greater.

Karin, couldn't we devote

these days...

to getting to know

each other finally?

To coming closer together?

I can't stand to be silent

and distant, Karin.

Karin, have I said something

to hurt you?

It's easy to do, but I didn't

mean to hurt your feelings.

Karin!

What are you reading?

- I'm reading Agnes' diary.

- A diary?

"Thursday, September 30."

She's written, "I received

the most wonderful gift...

"anyone can receive

in this life.

"A gift that is called

many things:
Togetherness...

"companionship, relatedness,

affection.

"I think this is

what is called 'grace.'"

No, don't touch me!

Don't come near me!

I can't stand

anyone touching me.

I don't want you to do that.

I don't want it.

I don't want you

to be kind to me.

I can't!

I can't stand it!

Constant torture.

It's like being

in the greatest hell.

I can't breathe any longer.

All of that guilt.

No!

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

I am sorry I lost control

of myself this morning.

I don't know what came over me.

I suppose it's all the emotion

concerning Agnes' death.

We were so fond of her.

Now that the funeral is over...

I'll have our lawyer look after

all the legal formalities.

The fruit please, Anna.

It's best we sell

the house and grounds.

You and I can divide up

all the rest of it.

I mean, the furniture

and other things...

like china, silverware,

books and pictures.

All right, Anna,

that will be all now.

What shall we do about Anna?

I suggest

that we give her notice...

and a few weeks extra pay.

And also a little article

of Agnes'.

She was quite devoted.

The fact of it is that

they were very attached.

Now she trails after us

in much too familiar a manner.

I don't think...

It's true.

I think...

about suicide.

I've often thought about it.

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