Zorn

Now it'll taste with some

pickled herring and a drink, Albert.

- The breakfast is important.

- Certainly, yes. It's breakfast...

Start your day with a huge drink

to revive your spirit, preferably two.

- How old was the blonde-haired?

- Not so old.

White-skinned, firm body.

I must paint her.

Paint the midsummer dance!

Nobody could do it better.

I'll do that later.

I'll need to paint Ida first.

- Not just paint...

- Mind your own business.

Isn't she too young?

Half as old as you...

I'm not so damn old!

- I just thought...

- Don't meddle in my affairs!

I haven't done anything. Not yet...

- Are you leaning again?

- Yes, I have to get out.

- Why don't you rest a little?

- I must have fresh air!

So you're going out with the boat?

- Take out the dogs!

- Are you afraid?

No, I don't want

dog hairs all over!

You may sleep upstairs with me.

It's long time ago.

Take out the dog!

I asked whether

you'd go out with the boat.

Then it will be drinking

as usual.

Yeah, right - just as usual.

Ingrid! Stand with your bottom

against me. In the background.

Further in there.

Bend forward. Right.

Anders! Are you there?

- Hello! Anders!

- Who is it?

There's someone waving from a ship.

- It looks like the publisher.

- Anders!

I thought it sounded

like a thirsty devil.

So firm you are, Beda.

- So firm you are, Beda.

- Thanks. I heard it.

- What shall we do about it?

- You know for sure.

Anders, it's me!

Anders, it's me!

- I've been dry for hours.

- That you dare to take such a risk.

- Cheers. Thanks for the next one.

- Are you going by train?

We are all born thirsty.

But most of all Albert Engstrm.

Damn, I can't keep up! Cheers!

Booze and fresh air

has nobody died off yet.

Down with the drinks!

Don't you want to eat anything?

- I didn't come for eating.

- You are a tough man to drink.

- I've always been second after you.

- The devil knows it.

Cheers, then.

- Maybe a little piece of herring.

- Sounds reasonable.

Only to get thirsty again.

- You've become more thirsty

over the years. - It's a lie!

I've always been pardoned

with the same remarkable thirst.

Anders, you and I know it:

The importance of alcohol

for the human body...

can't be exaggerated!

And now it's strawberry juice

and biscuits. Hope it will taste.

Kari, get the biscuits now.

They are made this morning.

Open up!

Anders, open up!

- I'm coming.

- Open up...

My dear wife... So glad you came,

Emma. Come in.

You see that... I have engaged

Ida as our new kitchen assistant.

She'll help Kari in the kitchen.

Now that you have so many nice

guests and even more coming soon...

- How thoughtful of you.

- I've to go to Stockholm.

- To Stockholm?

- I've to take a little trip.

- And the new kitchen assistant with you?

- That's not necessary at all.

Actually Oscar asked me.

He wants to be portrayed.

- Oscar?

- Yes.

- Which Oscar?

- The second.

Oscar the second? The King?

Well him, yes. It fits good.

Is it you who's going to paint of me?

The portrait's intended as a gift to the

Life Guard, on horseback in uniform.

Well, so it should be painted.

It won't be painted by me.

What do you say? How dare you?

A uniform has been tailored! My precious

time has been made available.

And now your're stubborn!

What a shame!

Your Majesty is the patron of the arts.

If I shall paint the King of Sweden

it should be in another way.

Really? Well...

- How should I dress to please you?

- Festive dress.

Possibly with a Serafin belt.

My son, who paints, mostly landscapes,

would like to greet the artist.

I was thinking

that some medals could lighten up.

For the sake of colour...

- There were many pulleys and medals.

- Yes, there is a lot.

Well?

Well...

- It could be that small one, then.

- Really?

- The small one?

- Yes.

Yes, yes... Nothing else

that falls in Mr. Zorn's taste?

Too much tinsel and baubles

disturb the humanity.

Yes.

- This way it feels better.

- Well...

- I heard you'll go to America?

- It's probably true.

Zorn will participate

at the World Exhibition in Paris...

- That's right.

- Zorn is a real circumnavigator.

Mr. Zorn has been appointed

by the Artist Federation...

as Sweden's commissioner in Paris.

Mr. Zorn's paintings

are first class.

Prestigious for Swedish painting.

When you're commissioner you

may not participate in the contest.

I may still exhibit.

But Sweden's chances to win

a medal are drastically reduced.

But Zorn doesn't like those

sheaves and medals anyway.

At nine o'clock...

What the hell does "tails" mean?

No, my French is quite bad...

You are the most beautiful...

No, quite the opposite!

What I said was...

What a weather!

- Anything else?

- No, it's fine.

Ols-Maria is new recruit.

The kitchen assistant has left.

Ida had to go.

- Is my wife at home?

- Mrs. Zorn is upstairs.

Thanks.

Welcome home, Anders.

So elegant you've become!

New clothes... Waxed moustache.

It doesn't really suit you.

And he has learned to

smoke cigars like a real gentleman.

- But you take of the cigar band first.

- Not me.

- How long will you stay in Sweden?

- I have no definite plans.

- A whole week?

- If I'm gone, it's not good.

If I'm home it's equally bad!

Anders... Why don't you ask me

if I want to come along?

You'd rather be home

with the dogs I thought.

Can you imagine eating

dinner with us tomorrow night?

- Who are us? - It's been decided

a long time ago. I have to.

Is it your mother?

It's her birthday.

A pretty big party.

It would be good for you

to meet some of the guests.

- You are so wise and caring.

- Can't you come?

Mother isn't angry at you anymore.

She's actually happy about your success.

So now that I make money, I'm

forgiven the naughty nude painting?

Not this one again.

Come with me, Anders, for me.

- I don't fit in there. - You'll paint

a naked Stockholm-whore instead?

- Are you jealous again?

- Not on cheap sluts!

- Not all my models are sluts.

- That's a surprise.

- Painted by you they look promiscuous.

- It gives us a decent income.

Without the inheritance,

we wouldn't do.

Only money, maids and whores

interest you.

It's you who's most interested in money!

A sad life with Stockholm's

upper class doesn't suit me!

- Because you're afraid.

- No...

Go and celebrate birthday

with your family.

I'm not respectable anyway.

- So you're not coming?

- No, I'm going to work.

I won't bother you anymore.

What do you want? Curious?

I thought I should clean.

After the last cleaning

it took a week to find something.

- It would be needed.

- I'll decide that myself!

- Where are you from?

- From Gagnef.

I was born in the neighbourhood.

- I know.

- Oh, you know?

What more do you know?

- What's your name?

- Ols-Maria.

- Have you been a model?

- I can't do it.

- Say instead:
"I don't want.

- I don't know what to do.

Turn around, so I can have a look.

Let me see the profile...

Not much of a nose.

Not me neither.

I like your colours.

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