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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...
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.
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
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.
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?
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.
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?
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.
I suggest
that we give her notice...
And also a little article
of Agnes'.
She was quite devoted.
The fact of it is that
they were very attached.
in much too familiar a manner.
I don't think...
It's true.
I think...
about suicide.
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