-Which is his best novel? -Disa.
-That female depiction is... -It's not to my taste.
-I see. But it got him a Nobel Prize. -I know. Not to my taste.
How do you know that? You haven't read it.
I don't need to revere Hallman just because you and the cultural elite do so?
No.
-Are you nervous? -A little. I want to do a good job.
You are overqualified.
-He can be tricky. -He will love you.
-Not too much, I hope. -And you'll have to watch out for the Danes.
They are not spoiled with handsome lecturers in Copenhagen.
-Who is it? -Puck Bure. The new secretary.
-Puck. -Kåre. The genius' son.
Einar Bure. Puck's husband.
Unfortunately, I can't let you in. Dad's orders. Don't take it personally.
-Well. -Yep.
I'll call.
-Didn't you know we live remotely? -Not that it was that strict.
We don't even have servants. Dad is... shy, some might say.
I would say "paranoid".
Either way, you are a welcome break in the monotony.
My sister might disagree. It's her job you're taking.
Oh. Hello.
-Are you substitute for me? -Yes. Puck.
Ylva. Good luck.
-Welcome to Hallsta. I'm Björg. -Puck Bure. You have an amazing house.
Mrs Bure is supposed to be a member of the family, we don't title each other.
We are so glad you could move in so quickly. -Isn't that right, Ylva?
-Yes. Sure we are, Mom. -Tea will be served momentarily in the salon.
-Then you get to meet our dear half-brother. -Half-brother?
Jon. Father's son from a previous marriage.
-And his wonderful Cecilia. -Jon has a congenital heart condition.
-He can't get too excited. -Enlarged heart.
-She came here last year as his nurse. -Four months ago they got married.
He has a very big heart.
-So... What's up in Stockholm? -Yes, tell us.
We're starved for excitement here.
You haven't happend to have seen "The Queen's Tiara" at Dramaten?
-Anita Björk is supposed to be fantastic. -Mother was an actress.
Before she married dad. She was very promising.
The saving grace.
Wonderful. Welcome. -But go on, for heaven's sake. What were you saying?
-Mother's interrupted career. -I remember you as Hedvig in "The Wild Duck".
-I saw her and fell completely in love. -And now she's a housekeeper here.
Yes. -You play that role very well too, my dear.
-Well. Half past three in my office. -Puck just arrived. Let her breathe.
-Is that necessary? -Not at all.
I'm just going to powder my nose, then I'll be there.
Good.
Thanks you.
-She's nice. -Mm.
[A door opens]
-I said four-thirty. -I'm sorry. I got lost.
-This doesn't bode well. -I'm sorry.
Don't make excuses. If you are to work for me you will be on time.
I depend on routine. 6.30 - morning walk, 7.00 - coffee.
7.30, work begins. Lunch at 12. The afternoon shift starts at 13.
Afternoon tea at 15 and dinner at 18. -Come in!
Those are the times you will be sticking to.
It was this, and that. That's all I managed to find.
Fantastic. -Jon handles all of my research.
What was a medieval kitchen like? What fabrics did did they use-?
...at the turn of the century?
I don't know what I would do without you. Thanks Jon.
I have to ask: How does the professor portray women so faithfully?
The first time I read Disa it was as if a woman wrote it.
I like women. You inspire me.
Yes, Ylva got this far.
Let's begin: "Her body refused to obey her."
"She couldn't get a word out, hands trembling..."
"She bent over and her hair fell like a cascade of water upon..." Keeping up?
"...fell like a cascade of water upon..."
-Good. Where have you been all my life? -For most of it I probably didn't exist.
I like women who can talk back.
-She should get poison oak instead. -Huh?
Oh, it's you?
-Who should get poison oak? -Cecilia.
It's her birthday.
-I see. I don't have a gift. -You shouldn't.
The important part is that dad gives one, so everyone sees how generous he is.
It's nice in here.
It's from Paris. I lived there last spring, until dad made me return.
“You're not getting another penny until you study."
-I think your father is impressive. -Just don't get too enamoured.
-What do you mean? -Just that.
Oh my god, I'm late again!
Andreas and Björg: -Where were you? - Shopping.
-For almost three hours? -It's Cecilia's birthday.
-I went to Västerås... -You didn't inform me this morning.
-I forgot. -Give me the receipts.
[The intercom rings]
-Who is that? -Gregor, of course.
Ooh. Gregor, my friend.
My wonderful secretary, Mrs. Bure. -Gregor lsander, the family doctor.
-Doctor lsander. -A pleasure.
I'll head up and get to work right away, see you at dinner.
Shall we continue?
No, this is way too much!
Very nice.
I thought it would suit you. Allow me.
I can tell you it wasn't free. There.
-A toast to Cecilia. -Thank you!
Cheers!
-No more now, Jon. -Jawohl, Herr Doktor.
-Let's move on to dessert. -Can I eat of that?
-It's out of consideration. -You mustn't exert yourself.
-Two glasses of wine won't kill me. -But getting aroused will.
-No, no, no. -Everyone has their colour.
Ylva has a white bowl, like virginity itself.
-Dad always has the red one. -And we guests get the blue ones.
Right, let's see if this is edible.
It's really good.
What's wrong?
Stop. It was just a little spicy.
Have some water.
It tasted good. Just a little strong.
Well done, well done! You really play like a god.
Beethoven himself would have been satisfied.
The beginning was a little slow, but then I picked up the pace.
The ending was really good, actually.
"Dangerous Dreams" by Edith Södergran.
[Andreas and Jon talking]
Andreas! Ylva is reading.
Yes, yes.
"Do not get too close to your dreams: they are like smoke and they could vanish –
they are dangerous and they might linger.
Have you looked your dreams in the eye: they are sick and understand nothing –
they have only their own thoughts.
Do not get too close to your dreams: they are a lie, they ought to go –
they are madness, they want to stay".
Ylva's voice in Puck's dream: "...sick and understand nothing... They have... Have you looked..."
"...not too close to your dreams.. They are sick and... a lie..."
[Noise outside the door]
[Muffled scraping sound]
[A sound near Puck, who screams]
[Jon moans] Murder.
Murder...
His heart couldn't take it anymore.
You told me he would outlive me.
-You told me so! -Honey? Honey... There.
-It's probably best I stay. -I'll make up the guest room.
-Doctor lsander? -Yes?
-Is the Doctor certain it was the heart? -Yes. How so?
Jon said something to me before he died. He said "murder".
Should we call the police?
-What does Mrs. Bure mean? -If he was the victim of a crime.
I understand it was a shock to find him.
But Jon longed for his mother, and rejoiced to see her in heaven.
He still had his childlike faith. Of course he was calling for her.
"Mother." Try to get a little sleep, now.
And then there were only two. Children.
Before, it was only one...
...that counted.
-It's probably good that he keeps working. -Will you talk to him?
Andreas? Can I talk to you for a moment?
I need something to do.
-I'm sorry for the loss of your brother. -He wasn't much of a brother.
-More like a demigod. -The sun itself, blining dad.
-Now he lies where he lies. -Things move fast when dad's in charge.
A few guests would've been nice. A few journalists.
But dad couldn't stand that idea.
What are you going to do now?
-I haven't thought about it. -Then think.
There is nothing for you here. Jon had no money of his own.
If I were you, I'd get out of here.
To think my sons turned out so different.
Is there no good in you?
This is your home for as long as you wish. Remember that.
University of Copenhagen, please. History.
-Phone for Mr. Bure. -Oh? Thanks.
-Bure. -It's nice to hear your voice.
But... Is everything okay?
The professor's son died the other day.
[Creaking] -The funeral was today. -The one with the heart condition?
Puck?
I was the one who found him. I think he said "murder" before he died.
-Darling... -A hasty funeral...
-Come to Copenhagen. -No, it's okay.
Do you think I should call the police?
[A door closes]
Eje, I have to go.
[A bell rings]
[A branch cracks]
-Whoops! -Where are you going?
I was just saying goodbye.
-What are you saying? -After what happened, I want to go home.
Nonsense! You've signed a contract. We're finishing my novel first.
Puck, I need you. I need you more than ever.
[The intercom rings]
-Hello. -Puck Bure?
-No unauthorized people may enter. -It's very important
I'm sorry.
[The intercom rings]
I'm Puck's brother. I have urgent news of a private nature
Can I at least leave a letter?
“The funeral procession was endless. Carriage after carriage, train after train..."
Puck Christer?
-Do you know this man? -Ylva let him in.
-Christer Wijk. Police Commissioner. -Close the door.
-How dare you enter my home? -Puck's husband called and was worried.
-He asked me to make sure everything's okay. -What nonsense is this?
Pardon me, Professor, but I wanted to share a thought I can't let go of.
-Out with it. -Jon said something before he died.
He said..."murder".
Why didn't you tell me anything?
I told Dr. lsander, who thought I misheard.
Brilliant. Three people have partaken in your fantasies.
The question is why the doctor didn't consider an autopsy?
I have known Gregor all my life. Don't you dare question him.
A suspicion of murder should warrant an autopsy.
He is already buried, so…
-That was quick. -I want to avoid attention.
-I want a grave opening. -Are you out of your mind, boy?
-Puck, I want to speak with you in private. -That won't be possible. We're working here.
That will have to wait.
-Nice to get out of here. -You seem to be having such a nice time.
I'm going to get my things.
-You lied. You're not Puck's brother. -No.
No. You owe me an apology.
-What? -Nothing. You're beautiful.
[There's a knock on the door]
-Who is it? -Me, Cecilia.
Come in.
-Why is the police here? -He's a friend of mine.
Are you leaving?
Yes, I felt a bit redundant in the mourning process.
I'm also thinking of leaving. Nobody likes me.
The professor seems so fond of you.
-Have you read this? -Isn't it fantastic?
-I think it's awful. -Why?
All of the details. Her breath, the little downs on her lower back...
The birthmark on the thigh. How she sweats when she gives herself to the Fürst. Yuk!
-It won him a Nobel Prize. -He didn't deserve it.
What was that?
-What are you doing? -Didn't you hear anything?
-I'm just paranoid. -No.
It's this house. I've had nightmares every night since i got here.
It's in the walls.
The police are here.
I heard we have a policeman visiting. Gregor Alexander.
The family doctor. So you wrote Jon's death certificate?
That's right.
-I want to see the autopsy report. -He died of a heart defect. Not unexpected.
-There was no reason for an autopsy. -None at all?
-Excuse me. Did I interrupt something? -Not at all.
Andreas is asking for you.
Tell me, what are you really doing here?
-I'm just here to pick up Puck. -Is she leaving? Why?
-You'll have to ask her about that. -Does my husband know? When was it decided?
It will be a hard blow for Andreas. He is very fond of her.
How will the novel be finished now? This is not good. Not good at all...
Forgive me...
[Theres a knock on the door]
Come in.
You lied to me.
I will get to the bottom of this. Let me be very clear!
-Where are you going? -I can't stay.
-What kind of nonsense is that? You're in my employ. -I quit.
You've signed a contract. I forbid you to leave this house.
Is there a problem here?
-What a place. -Worse than you think.
But now it feels unreal. I had a lot of weird dreams there too.
-Was it a nightmare? -No.
-Why are you looking at me like that? -Why would someone be out to kill you?
Maybe someone overheard my conversation with Eje.
If so, that means Jon was murdered. By someone in his own family.
How are you, honey?
What the hell are you wearing?
Oh, I see. It's that handsome detective.
It's no use. He's left already. Go wash that off.
-But dad... -I said "wash it off"!
- I can't stand that old bastard anymore. - Shh, shh, shh...
Is there anything I can do?
Will you be a dear and prepare the salad? Pour on the vinaigrette. I'm getting changed.
Après vous
-You have to look into it. -It doesn't work like that.
-Here you go. Hope you like it. -Thank you.
-Are you just gonna leave it be? -There is no report of a crime.
-My testimony? -A prosecutor will probably find a few issues.
-But Jon's body, then? -No consent - no exhumation.
-I need stronger suspicion of a crime. -How do you kill without a trace?
Eat, so we can get out of here.
Here you go.
I have decided to have Jon autopsied.
Why on Earth would you do that?
Yuck! Oh, that's so bitter. What kind of crap are you serving?
[Andreas is coughing and wheezing]
[Andreas tries to get air]
-It happened during the starter. -Doctor lsander.
Andreas said it tasted bitter.
I'm no expert, but the lips suggest some form of poisoning, causing cyanosis?
-The autopsy will give us the answer. -It's hardly needed.
-You're not much for autopsies. -I think it was strychnine.
Why? Isn't strychnine poisining unusual? -Not in this particular case.
I use it sometimes. I had some in my bag.
I just checked, and there was a small amount missing.
-Where did you keep the bag? -In the hallway. Anyone could access it.
Including you.
Analyze the food in the red bowl and give me history on everyone living here.
No, the rest of the manuscript is still at Hallsta.
Yes, I'll do it as soon as I can.
Yes. I'll talk to you later.. Thank you. Bye.
-I need a room. -I'm sorry to hear that.
-Is that so? -The ornithologists have the place booked.
Look here! You're in luck - a cancellation. But it's a double room.
-Bure. -Yes. You worked for Hallman, right?
Yes. I just spoke to the publisher. They regretted that the book won't be finished.
Think he's gone. The area's great fame.
But there were probably many who had wanted to see him dead.
-Everyone thought the wife would die first. -Oh really? Why?
She had tried several times, but they brought her back to life. Tablets.
- Not so strange, as he was doing. -Hold on how then, you mean?
Women. He brought here both one and the other.
Once it was me he was doing. He is charming at first. Nobel laureate.
But actually is he just a simple harlot.
- You didn't think so. -No.
-Nothing. - She had put on make-up. Unusual.
- He didn't argue. -He ordered her to remove it.
Dad was a tyrant.
That doesn't mean I murdered him.
I love... loved my dad.
Ylva hated him, but am too cowardly to say so.
-Question about her fiance. - I was engaged once.
-Compared to dad, he was small. -Dad threw him out.
- I broke off the engagement. -He couldn't handle the competition.
-Who cooked the food? -Mother. Me and Cecilia helped.
Christer: One of you could have prepare the appetizer without being seen?
Ylva: I was in the ladies room. No, I didn't see a doctor's bag in the hall.
Kåre: Everyone ran in and out. Who who could have done it anyway.
He said he was going to dig him up and have him autopsied.
Did he say that tonight? At the dinner? Why?
Who knows? He was paranoid and capricious. His last words were also about Jon.
- She was a nurse, then they got married. -A dick and an elderly, heart-sick man?
They were not allowed to have intimate relations. His heart couldn't take it.
- It is clear that she wanted money. -The testament reveals her.
- The will is in the safe. -Where's the key?
-I do not know. Andreas had it. - You also had one, didn't you?
Or...?
-Didn't you have it? - I can't bear to talk now. Excuse me.
How did it feel? To not be trusted by her own husband.
- I don't understand what you are talking about. -You were actresses before you met.
The wild duck became a caged bird.
Or that the ugly duckling grew and became a swan.
Me and Andreas were very happy. I have never regretted my choice.
-Some people think you are a fortune seeker. - That says more about them than about me.
Money is not everything.
Professor Hallman wanted to have Jon's body exhumed.
It was so horrible when he said that.
I don't understand why he couldn't let Jon rest in peace.
He probably suspected that Jon did not die a natural death.
But Gregor said it was the heart.
Well, we'll find out soon enough.
-Oh no! -What is it?
On my birthday...
Jon hates ginger. There was a lot in it his bowl but almost none in Andreas...
I changed. And yet he complained that it was strong.
So Jon got Professor Hallman's portion?
Theres a knock on the door
-Hello. -Hello?
Can I sleep here?
There are no rooms.
-So the murder of Jon was a mistake? -Apparently.
The professor refused to open the grave when you said that. Why did he change?
He might have revealed Jon's killer without realizing he was the target.
Both Kåre and Ylva believe that Cecilia is a happiness seeker.
Maybe she is.
But a little love was enough in that relationship, after all.
A marriage without...
Kåre told me that Jon didn't get... That his heart does not…
Those restrictions They probably didn't respect it.
-Why do you think that? -I happened to see them.
- Have the bird watchers gone south? -Yes.
- The turtle doves are still there. Did you sleep well? -Yes. We need two single rooms.
It is fully booked. Stan is perfect invaded by journalists.
-Coffee? -Yes thank you.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
- I have to go and get the manuscript. - Then we have to break open the safe.
-Why? - We can't find a key.
The professor had it in his vest pocket.
-You haven't found a key? -Unfortunately.
-Have you got any idea about Jon? -No. They're fixing him up right now.
But as for Professor Hallman it was undoubtedly strychnine.
It's supposed to be a dignified way to die.
-Doctor lsander, do you know him? -Yes.
We studied to be doctors in Uppsala at the same time.
He was talented, but a bit fond in addictive preparations.
He first incurred huge debts.
But he moved here and settled down. Professor Hallman is said to have helped him.
Geez, lsander is popular here. It is rumored that he is talented.
Why did he have strychnine in his bag?
In the past, it was often used as a re- food in case of unconsciousness.
Perhaps he was often called upon urgently to someone who lives far from the hospital.
If it is to last, he must have had an extremely suicidal patient.
He has that too. Björg.
-Can you confirm that Hallman was murdered? -Was it jealousy...
The questions are hailing
Excuse me...
Why didn't you say? that Mrs. Hallman would have the strychnine?
I respect confidentiality.
And the tenth commandment? "You shall not have desire for your neighbor's wife"?
Or the fifth? "Thou shalt not kill"?
How dare you?
-Oh! -What are you doing?
Sorry, I was just looking for the key to the safe.
Who is she?
No.
Doctor Ahlgren: My conclusion is that Jon suffered from valve problems with heart enlargement.
And blood congestion in the lungs and liver
Death very well can have been caused by the heart disease.
-You mean... -Some analyzes are still missing.
But I see no poison.
It seems like Gregor lsander's certificate was correct
Doctor lsander? Can we exchange a few words?
I spoke with Ahlgren. You were right. Jon died a natural death.
Was it known here that you had strychnine in your bag?
It's not something you talk about.
It was very true for Björg's sake I had it available.
But she didn't know about it.
Possibly Cecilia may have seen it. We collaborated around Jon.
She took things out of my bag.
As a nurse, she knew enough how dangerous it can be.
Strange that such a young woman marries a man sentenced to death.
She came from simple circumstances. The parents died when she was little.
- Maybe the marriage was a chance... -...to get money?
It wouldn't be first time in history.
Yes, it was so true… I found this in the dining room this morning.
Can it be the lost safe key?
-Is this what you want? -Yes.
We need to see the will. You have a lawyer, right?
Certainly. I'll try to reach him.
Theres a knock on the door
Yes? Good.
Thanks.
-Jon and Cecilia's marriage certificate. - Irma Cecilia Svensson.
"He promised to enroll me, but maybe he didn't."
- Did Cecilia say that? -Yes.
"Andreas Hallman's last will follows according to will"-
-"established at Hallsta on the twentieth of March 1954…”
The will was written before Jon married. Jon's inherited castle was private property.
Now it is shared equally between Kåre and Ylva.
The wife's inheritance is not sensational and lsander receives a penny for his services.
- So Cecilia... -...inherit nothing.
I found this in the professor's writing- table. Ylva saw it and tore it to pieces.
-Who is it? -Do not know.
I will look it up.
Docent Ahlgren asked you to come over. It was certainly important.
Why are you running here? You don't live here.
The publisher asked me to write cleanly your father's texts as far as we could.
Ylva...
-Who is Ann-Louise? -How do you know her name?
It was on the back of the photograph. Who is she?
- It doesn't matter, because she's dead. - Then it sounds like it matters.
She was one of Dad's secretaries. That's all.
Who is dead. Was she murdered?
Good God, no. She killed herself.
-Why? -Do not know.
Ylva, I see you're hiding something.
Dear... Kåre was completely down for Ann-Louise.
-But dad ruined things between them. -How?
He sent her home. He passed not that we had any relationships.
- Then she killed herself. - How did Kåre take it?
He went crazy. And then he said he would…
...kill dad.
- I came as soon as I could. What is it? -Yes...
I just got the tests.
I didn't think we'd find anything-
-but we were focused on look for strychnine in Jon's remains.
Paranitrophenol. It's easy to miss, it must be said in lsander's defense.
-It means...? -Poisoning.
But not of strychnine, without any triphosphorus preparation.
-Isn't that an insect repellent? -Yes. Extremely toxic, to crop production.
Close properly. They cannot withstand drafts.
-They must be given room to grow properly. -Isn't that more than you and Ylva got?
Room to grow, I mean.
I never thought that about you. That you would let the genius fall.
I understand you had a relationship with your father's secretary Ann-Louise.
And that he destroyed it.
Who told you that? Is it Ylva?
What else has she said? Huh?
-Sorry, didn't mean to... -Answer my question.
- It was just something she said. - Did she say I wanted to kill him with?
Huh? Did she say that?
You come and get into something like that has nothing to do with. Just like Ylva.
I'm fucking sick of it.
-What was that? - nothing...
-Is everything good? -Yes.
What are you looking for?
-I don't use poisons. -What is it doing in the greenhouse?
I bought this one to make it easier the work. We don't have a gardener.
-Where does the commissioner want to go? -It turned out that Jon was poisoned.
- But Ahlgren has... -Not from strychnine. Of insecticides.
When someone is murdered there is a reason - a motive.
I thought for a long time that you wanted to eat the professor's money. I was wrong.
You declare your love for a father who kept you trapped and hindered you.
It doesn't sound clean to my ears.
Of course you knew how poisonous it was, and you hated your father deeply.
But not as you, Mrs. Hallman, who also loved another man.
You don't think so that Björg is a murderer?
No, but I think she's protecting one killer. How long have you loved Björg?
- This is busy. -Who else passed the death certificate?
The plan was based on you being the only doctor involved.
Parathion spreads slowly and provides pulmonary edema, just like a heart attack.
But chance played into your calculations.
That you didn't collapse when you were called here to examine Jon's corpse.
It was Björg who called you here and opened. She had time to inform you.
In that case, it makes her accomplice to murder.
Yes, it was hell to live with Andreas. If you only knew...
She didn't know a damn thing!
You admit that you prepared the fruit salad?
-Yes. -But Jon was hit instead.
Therefore, I repeated the performance.
But not as skillfully. What did you think?
I was desperate.
Here I have a reverse like Andreas kept to have a hold on me.
If I had resigned, he would have forced it me to pay back huge sums.
That's how you buy a human soul.
What's the matter? Mother? - Kåre, call an ambulance!
I still have some left to write cleanly, so I'll stay here tonight.
You don't believe this, do you?
-Where's Puck? -Miss, can we have another beer?
- I think they planned it together. - Did he protect her?
We'll see tomorrow.
Well, what is this, then?
No, no, no... You misunderstand.
No, this is your type. I see that.
-How is my type? -Yes... A woman.
- This belongs to the case. -If you say so.
Does it taste good?
Ann-Louise? It was a tragic story.
No wonder she went into the lake. How would she have made it? So poor.
That he didn't take responsibility when he did her on the thick.
-Kare? -No. Professor Hallman, of course.
Wait...
What is it?
What if lsander took on a murder he hadn't committed?
For Mrs. Hallman's sake, because she does not want to see his son in prison.
-I do not follow. -If the father got the girlfriend pregnant...
...right in front of Kåre's eyes, damn believe he hated his father.
Here. She told me about her accident.
Then I saw this about six months later.
"...his little sister Irma..."
Christer... What's going on?
What is Puck's stuff doing here?
Have you shared a room?
-Respond. Is there something between you and Puck? -Of course it isn't.
Cecilia?
Did you know Ann-Louise?
You are a bit alike.
I was going to get light bulbs. Björg said they were in the cupboard.
The engine coughs up
-No no no! -What happens?
The engine dies
What the hell are we doing?
-What do we do? -I do not know. It is dead.
For the hell of it! Come on.
-What are you doing? -Soon, Hallsta has burned down completely.
It was an accident, of course. You accidentally left the light off.
I understand if you are scared. But you must not suffer.
You can fall asleep. It will be nice.
-So Ann-Louise was your sister? -Yes.
- But no one at Hallsta knew anything? - It was part of the plan.
To torment the old man as he tormented me.
-He must have hurt you incredibly. -He hurt my sister the most.
What did he do?
No!
She was in her eighth month.
We were orphans. My sister was the only one I had left.
-I understand that you wanted revenge. -The chance came when they were looking for a nurse.
I wanted to see him suffer. That's why I killed Jon.
- Tortured like you? -He would die naturally, without a trace.
He would not have to suffer, on the contrary. But his heart could take more than they thought.
I prayed to God for help. And God heard my prayer.
-I can not stand it anymore. -Everything is clear. I'll do it tonight.
Björg and Gregor wanted Andreas away.
But I bought into their plan.
-How did Jon know he was poisoned? -He bellowed for help all night.
He was short of breath. But I didn't help him.
You gave Ann-Louise redress.
- If Andreas hasn't found me anyway. -How did he find you?
-"...birthmark on thigh..." -The birthmark was not in the book.
Was that your sister he described? Was Disa Ann-Louise?
-He stole her life. -And received the Nobel Prize.
He was not who the world thought. You must tell the truth. I will help you.
Cecilia!
No. No! No! No!
No!
-Hello. How are you? -What happened?
You received a heavy dose of morphine. We came at the last second.
- It was Cecilia. -We heard.
You'd rather risk your life than sharing a room with me again.
She had risked her life then too, can i say.
-Get well now. - Are you going to Stockholm?
I'll stay some day and write reports.
Subtitles: K. Lyckow Williams www.undertext.se