"Looking forward to some herring and a nice glass...what do you say, Arvid?" "At this time of day?" "Sure, skipping breakfast is dangerous." "Of course, it's breakfast..." "Indeed." "You must start the day with a big glass." "Preferably two..." "How old was the little blond one?" "Not very old..." " A new face, white skin and firm flesh..." "I need to paint her!" " Why don't you paint the midsummer dance?" " There's time for that too." " No one would do it better." " That's not entirely true, but I'll do it soon." "You know, Ida I do need to paint her immediately." " Not only paint, I suppose." " Listen, that's none of your business." " Isn't she a little too young?" " Not at all." " She isn't even half your age." " I'm not denying that." " And I'm not that old!" " Of course, I just thought..." " Just stop interfering." " And I haven't done anything... yet!" " Are you going away again?" " Yes I need to get out." " Why don't you stay home and rest?" " I need to get some fresh air." " You are going out on the boat?" " Take the dogs out!" " Are you scared?" " Scared?" "I don't want dog hair everywhere  and definitely not where I sleep." " You can sleep upstairs with me if you want." "... it was a long time since." " Take the dog out!" " Rex!" "Come, out!" " I asked if you are going on the boat." " Ah, yes, of course." " Aha." "Well, it's going to be a lot of drinking I suppose  as usual." " Yes, I would think so..." "As usual." " Ingrid!" "Stand bent over with your ass to me  over there in the background." " Just like this." "Further in there..." " Bend over forward." " Yes, just so..." " Anders, are you there?" "..." "Anders!" " Ohoy!" "..." "Anders?" " Who is it?" " I can't see." "... Someone is waving in a boat." " Anders!" "Are you there?" " He looks like the newspaper editor." " Ha, I thought he sounded thirsty." " You're so gorgeous, Beda." "... - you're gorgeous, Beda!" " Thank you, I heard it." " So you heard it?" " What are we going to do about that?" " I think you know..." " Do you think?" " Anders!" "Ohoy!" " Anders!" "It's me!" " Ah, I didn't have any drink for several hours." " You are taking risks..." " It ran out." " Cheers!" "Thanks for the next one." " Do you have a train to catch or something?" " We are all born thirsty." " But most of all Albert Engström." "Damn, I hardly can keep up." " Brandy and fresh air hasn't killed anyone." " Yes, that's what they say." " Down with it!" " Don't you want something to eat for a change?" " I didn't come here to eat." " I can see that." "You're a though drinker." " In this aspect you've never been better than me." " Ha, the devil knows." " Well, bottoms up then!" " Ah, perhaps a tiny bit of herring...." " I would have thought so." " To get the thirst up." " Have another then." " I think you've become more thirsty with age, Albert." " That's a damn lie." "I've always been blessed  with the same extraordinary thirst." " Anders, you and I know ..." " ... the importance of liquor for the human body  can never be stressed enough." " Well, here come strawberry juice and fresh cookies." "Enjoy." " Kari, share out the cookies." " They are really fresh... this morning." " Anders... open up!" "... Anders, open the door!" " Hang on I'm coming." " Look there, it's the wife..." " I'll not have this..." " Good you came little Emma." "... come in." "... You see, it's like this." "I have hired Ida here  as our new kitchen maid so she can help Kari." "... and that's very good now as you have so many guests  and there will be yet more I understand." " That's very thoughtful of you." " Indeed." "Because I need to go to Stockholm next week." " To Stockholm?" " Yes, I need to do a little trip, you see." " Ah, and the new kitchen maid is coming, too of course." " Oh no that's not necessary at all." ".. but it's like this you see..." "Didn't I say that?" "... Oscar got in touch." "He wants his portrait painted." " Oscar?" " Yes." " Which Oscar?" " The second." " Oscar the second?" "... the king?" " Exactly, him." " That's right." " Is it you who is to paint me?" " Well, it's meant as a gift for the guard regiment." "With the new uniform." "... and that's how it's to be painted, for certain." " It's certain that I'm not going to paint that." " What are you saying?" "How dare you!" "...A portrait was ordered." "The uniform has been sewn." "... my precious time has been made available." "... and you dare being difficult?" "... that's impertinent!" " I see your majesty mainly as the protector of art and science." "... and if I'm to paint the king of Sweden, ... it will have to be as just that." " Aha." " How does Mr. Zorn want me to be dressed?" " Formal attire." "Perhaps with the Serafimer ribbon." " Damn rude...." " My son also paints." "Landscapes mostly." "... he would like to meet you." " I thought some medals could lighten up the portrait." "... just for the colours..." " That's a lot of medals I have to say." " It's a few, yes." " Well..." " Well?" " Nah  yes, well it would be the little one there." "Possibly." " Aha." " The little one." " Yes." " Yes yes." " Anything else that would please Mr. Zorn?" " The truth is, too much glitter hides the personality." " Yes." " This is better." " I see." "Alright." " I hear you are going to America?" " Yes, that's true." " And you are going to be part of the World Exhibition in Paris, too?" " That is correct." " Your are getting around quite a bit." " With your permission, father, Zorn has been chosen by the Swedish  artist association to represent Sweden in Paris." "... his paintings are of the utmost quality." "... they are very representative for Swedish art." " Then it wasn't so smart to accept this appointment." "... as you aren't allowed to participate in the competition yourself." " But I can still show my paintings." " Yes." "But Sweden has less chance to obtain a price." "... but then you don't give much for medals and glitter, do you Mr. Zorn." "ANDERS ZORN INVITED TO EXHIBITION IN AMERICA" " That's nine o'clock that  but "tails"." "What the hell does that mean?" " No I don't have much French." " Emelie, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever held in my arms." " No, to the contrary, I mean... what I said was..." "Damn it!" " What a weather!" " Anything else I can do?" " No, thanks, I'm fine." " Well, this is Maria." "She is newly employed." " Ah?" " Our kitchen maid quit." " Has she?" " Ida had to go." " Ah." "Is my wife home?" " Mrs. Zorn was in her room a while ago." " ..thanks." " Welcome home, Anders." " Thanks." " You have become so elegant  new clothes." "Waxed moustaches." "...but that doesn't really fit you, does it?" "... and he has learned to smoke cigars, like a real gentleman." "... but you know you take off the ribbon before you light it." " Perhaps you do, but I don't." " And how long do you intend to stay in Sweden this time?" " Well, I don't have any plans yet." " Perhaps a whole week?" " If I'm not at home, you don't like it." "But if I'm home it's just as bad." " Anders, why don't you ask me if I want to come with you?" " But I have asked many times!" "... and you don't want to." "You say you want to stay at home with the dogs." " Do you want to have dinner with us tomorrow night?" " Who is "us"?" " It's planned since long ago." "... I have to in any case." " Is it your mother?" " It's her birthday." "It's going to be quite a big feast." "... it would be good for you to meet some of the most important guests." "... We would really like it." " You're always so wise and caring, Emma." " Can't you come?" " Mother isn't cross with you any more." " So nice of her." " She is actually happy for your sucess." " So you mean now that I earn a lot of money  I'm forgiven the filthy nude paintings she's always..." " Please don't bring this up again." "... come with us, Anders." "For me." " I'm busy." " You are going to paint some naked Stockholm whore." " Are you jealous again?" " No, not of cheap whores." " Not all my models are actually whores." " That's a surprise." " The way you paint them they all look promiscuous." " They way I paint then apparently sells and give us good money." " Without my father's inheritance we wouldn't be able to cope." "... you're only interested in money, maids and whores." "... a family life doesn't seem to be for you." " It's you who is most interested in money though." "... you never get enough." "Just like your father." " What you want is a tedious and boring life with Stockholms upper class." "... but that's nothing for me." " Because you're scared." " Scared!" " No, you go to your mother and celebrate with you rich relatives." "... I don't fit in there anyway." "I'm not a gentleman as they say." " So you're not coming?" " No, I'm not." "... I have to work." " I'm not going to flatter you any more then." " A journey it'll be." " What do you want ,then?" "Are you curious?" " Um, I thought I could tidy, perhaps." " After the last time someone tidied here it took me a week to find things." " It looks like it needs tidying." " That's for me to decide." " Where are you from?" " I was born in Gagnef." " Think of it, then we're neighbors." " I know." " You do." "Ah." " What do you know more?" " What's your name?" " Maria." " Ah sure." "Have you ever been modelling?" " No, I don't know how..." " Or are you saying that you don't want to?" " But I don't know how it is done." " Ah." "Turn around, please..." " Aha." "And now the profile." "The profile!" " Not much of a nose..." " Me neither in fact." "But I like your colours." " Do you have any breasts and buttocks?" " I suppose so..." " If it works, you'll get paid." "Let's see." " But this morning I saw you naked." " This looks good." " Damn good." " A little more to the right." " Straight!" " Are you already finished Mr Zorn?" " Well, ready or not, there's no more room." " This looks magnificient." "... I'm impressed." "... Who has painted this." " Yes, damn it." "Here you can clearly see that Richard Berg isn't all clear in the head." " Ah." "Well." " Well." " Our paintings aren't visible at all!" "... Possibly if you carry binoculars." " Not everybody can get the best places." " No, because that's where your paintings hang." " I'll tell you the truth." "First I hung my works high up." "... but then Minister Åkerman came." "And he insists..." " Now I'm getting really angry." " Calm down little flower painter  he actually demanded that I hang my art where it now is." " And only yours of course." " So it's Minister Åkerman who has hung.." " I think what I want about this..." " Anders, you're an egoistic self-obsessed devil..." " Are you joking?" "You don't mean that you two would have a chance ... to get any prizes anyway." "I'd seriously doubt that." " Now you are being mean." " You don't have anything to offer." "There's no life in what you paint." "... they taste like licking the outside of a window." " Damn!" " Bloody hell." " Excuse me." " I hope Mr. Zorn is feeling better?" " Yes, thank you." "A little better." " Good." " Thank you." " How does that egghead dare?" " The poor thing has..." " Poor thing?" "That dressed up peasant is only playing sick to not have to do his duty." " Hung over is what he is, the maid charmer." " He says you insisted on the best spots for his paintings." " Well, that perhaps wasn't exactly..." " That was what I thought!" " I bet he is playing sick only to get some prizes." " You can't know that  the prince has come to Paris for the prize ceremony." "If you excuse me..." "Your majesty, honoured guests, ladies and gentlemen." "... I have the honour to present the winner of the Grand Prix for painting." "... the competition has been fierce." "... however, the jury has decided that it's the Northern Light that shines the brightest ... the prize goes to Sweden and the winner is Mr. Zorn." " I need something." "A beer..." " Beer." "A beer isn't going to help." " Please..." " Here you go." " It's very choppy today..." " Yes, a full storm." "In your head." " Didn't you sleep at all?" " No." " The summer night in the Swedish islands is the most beautiful thing." "... but you only..." " I know." "I just fell asleep." " I was talking about the Northern light and you just started to snore." " But now I'm awake." "Unfortunately." "Please, Anders give me something to drink." " As I said." "A beer." "Ha!" " I'm not feeling well." "Not well at all." " Of course you'll have a drink." " Hold your nose." "Do it!" "... Close your eyes now." "... Now open your mouth." "... You have to open your mouth or I can't pour." " But I can't..." " Yes you can." "Open up!" " Big gulps...now swallow it." "This is it." " I'm going to die." " No you're not." " I'll tell you one thing." "You don't look so beautiful today." " I've never been beautiful." " True." " But today you look even more a mess than usual." " Ja, but rather that than being a charmer but always unhappy like you." " And now you have got the drinker's hiccups." " No, this is just normal hiccups." " No, it's the drinks." " Maria." "Maria Olsson, you're so stunningly beautiful." "... more beautiful than all the summer nights on earth." " Beautiful mistresses and white boats are expensive to keep." " Keep out of it." "... I can afford it." " Of course." " You are quite proud over your fine prize aren't you?" " I never used to care about prizes and medals." " But this one is different you see." " This at least proves that I'm not completely without talent." " But I'll still never going to be properly appreciated in Sweden." " But you're the world champion in painting." " You talk so much nonsense, Albert." " But this might shut up a couple of critics." " But to be honest, it doesn't mean that much." " And who is the father?" " You need to tell me so we get it right in the register." " You don't have to be afraid, Ida." " You do want the child to be christened, don't you?" " Tell me then who is the child's father." " I don't know." " You're lying, Ida." " You must tell me the truth." " I can't say." " Well then." " Then I don't know what I can do for you." " But I want him christened." " But I'm not to get to know about the father?" " It's a disgrace for the village." "A bastard child." " Well." "What is to be his name?" " Anders." " You embarrass us." "I don't understand." "One day with the king, the next a disgrace." "... I'm just glad my father didn't have to witness this." " Your father wasn't a saint when it came to women." "He had others..." " Quiet!" "He said you wanted to get into The Stockholms society at any price." "... and if you could love someone at all it would possibly be yourself." " you know father said..." " Yes?" "Go on." " He said you were an adventurer." " I know that." " And he said he had an honourable profession, painting houses and fences instead." " No, your father wanted a shrewd businessman as his son-in-law." " A jew preferably." " Don't you like jews?" " I'm married to one!" " That's no answer to my question." " I didn't even know the difference when we got married." " Is there a difference?" " Well, there is more to it than that we never eat pork in this house." " Your dad thought I was a bad match." "... he often said that we need to honour our family name." "... that was what he said." " But that's a beautiful thought." " He thought he was better than others." " Pehaps he was." " You don't like us." "I know." " You're wrong." "For me, all people are worth the same." "... just because you are better educated, you don't always have to lecture me." "... that I really dislike." " You are afraid of well educated people who can do and know more than you." " Yes, because I'm only a stupid peasant." "... you always thought you belong to a better class." " It's you who feel that you are a class below." "... for some incomprehensible reason." " I still remember when you painted this one." "... we had just met." "... 'I must paint you,' you said." "... you were to conquer the world." "... 'I'll show them,' you said." "... and I fell in love." "... you were so considerate." "... now you don't care any more." " Vi are still married." " Yes." "But you have others." "... the whole village talks about you and Ida who had your child." " Haven't we finished talking about that?" "... I don't care what they say." " That's easy for you who is never home." "... what are you going to do with Ida and that child?" " Don't worry." "I'll take care of it." " I must know if you care about this girl." " It's mostly an itch in my pants." " You have your way of expressing it." " Well." "I suppose that's it then." "... as long as it's not one of us." " They say you have met a French woman." " Who says that?" " We live in a small world." " The women in this village don't have anything better to do than make up stories." " So it's not true?" " Exactly." "I haven't met any French woman." "So now you know." " He must be mad." "See the prince in a red suit and tie?" " He is like a rooster who is about to sing." " Mr Zorn!" "Can't you make up with Rikard Berg and the others?" " The artists association needs you." " I understand that." "But I happen to be popular and earn money with my painting." "... and that doesn't go well together with the democratic views of the association." "... and not to forget the traditional Swedish envy." " There's nothing wrong with democracy." " Of course not." "It's a beautiful thought." " Mr Zorn, you are really a true individualist." " Perhaps that." "But your highness knows as well as I do that society is made up of classes.." "... it's like a ladder going up like this." "... and I happened to be at the bottom when I was born." "... I was so poor as a you can be." "... I didn't even have a father." "... I was delivered on the floor of a barn." "... I never heard of my father." "Neither did my mother." " But Mr Zorn, you are a good example that it's possible to climb that ladder." "... to the class where one belongs." " I don't think you entirely understand what I mean." "... sure I have succeeded." "And sure I earn money." "... but I'm still a poor bastard." " Well, Mr Zorn, you're a true artist." "... and very down to earth." " Mr Zorn." "I can tell you that my father is very happy with the portrait." " So the king is happy then?" " Very much so." "I has a very prominent place in the palace." " That's good news." " Looks like your highness has more guests coming." " Oh dear, it's the French ambassador, if you would excuse me?" " Don't be in a hurry." " Now." " No, ladies first." " Didn't you promise to finish the painting of Maria?" " There's time for that too." " Are you doing it for the usual price?" " Or are you going to paint her for free?" " Don't worry, I'll get paid." " Come in." " Ah, it's you." " As you are alone, perhaps I can come in?" " Of course, come in." " Does the dog have to be here too?" " Can we talk?" " Of course, of course." " Can we sit down?" " Sure, you sit down." " I think it has become more difficult between us." " Anders, can't you sit down, too?" " Sure." " I know that you'll never forgive me." "It was my life's biggest mistake." " Don't bring this up again." " If I'd had the child, everything would be different between us." " But you didn't want it." " We weren't even engaged." "... I was so afraid." "... I had nightmares about my father finding out." "... then you loved me." "... tell me you did." " But you know that." " Tell me it wasn't wrong." " The mistake was the damn charlatan doctor who ruined it all for us." " You trusted him." " I didn't know anyone else." " I also wanted our child." "...our son." " I'm sorry I was such a coward." " Emma!" " Anders!" " Will it ever be OK between us again?" " I love you." "Only you." " Stop it Emma, you're only punishing yourself." " Isn't there anything left between us?" "... have you ever really loved me?" " Don't ask this now." " I have..." "I can't talk to women, can't find the words." " When you want to get something, you always find the words and have the best manners." " Oh god, hold me Anders, it was so long ago." " Anders, let's start again." "... only you and me." " You said once that I'm what no other woman is for you." " Yes, it was like that." "... I don't want to lose you." "... but I suppose you don't need me any more." " That's not true." " What's not true?" "... Is it wrong that that bottle means most to you?" "... That's the only thing you got from your father." " I know about Maria." " Half of Mora town knows it." " I've shut my eyes for your affairs with whores and maid models, because ... I don't want the shame of a divorce." "... I'm going to spare my mother this scandal." "... but if you think you can take home your foreign mistresses for me to entertain ... at our dinner table, I am telling you that I'm not having any of it." "... she suits you better of course, she's young and beautiful and rich, I am told." "... but she is never going to give birth to your bastard child." "... peasant behaviour." " Yes, that's how you see me." "But I'm no peasant!" "... I'm not your serf and no one else's either." " Yes, come in, it's open." " You're not cold are you?" " The cubism is alive I see." " Amatuerism you mean." "... can you sell this stuff?" "... look there is Günwald himself." " If there was anyone I wouldn't have expected here it's you two." " A huge place and lots of paintings on the walls." "... But I can't find any healthy sensuality anywhere." "... that's because you don't like women of course." "... tell us about this two." "What has happened to this poor thing here?" "... is it malaria?" "I am starting to suspect that you're colour blind." " You're just as excessive as one of your awful caricatures." " Can you tell me one thing here, what is this supposed to mean?" " It's clear that you don't like what you don't understand." " Don't understand what?" " Don't you have any imagination and humour any more?" " Anders, it's something you're supposed to laugh at." " If it were that simple, but it's so ugly I just don't see what it is." "... there a sunset there somewhere isn't it?" " Well, it's not me who is accused of wholesale art." "... not me who they call a superficial hairdresser of a painter." " Who are you to say that?" " You are passé." "Fini." "Time has left you behind." " It's only Americans who buy your salacious nude pictures." "... and they don't have either taste or culture." " But what you splash together is culture?" " We are young and talented." "It's the end of old men's rule." " You get big fast, especially in the mouth!" " Did you know that you're well known as 'Rubens of the barns'?" " If you weren't gay I'd ask you to lick my arse!" " Thank you sweetie, I'm taken." " Dilletante painting." "Damn dilletante painting is what this is!" " You're the only one I want." " And I am the Anders Zorn." " Now you got to know that." " Here it is." " An interview of one of the young artists." "... he says "the modern paintings should be viewed from further away"." " That sounds fair enough." " Exactly." "The viewer should be stood outside the gallery preferably." "... and see nothing at all as far as I'm concerned." " You do very nice drawings, Albert." "And you have humour." "... sometimes you're extremely funny." " Yes but only sometimes, right?" " Right, only sometimes." " You can offer me a cigar." " Perhaps that." "Here you go." " Thanks." " Let me have a look at that." ""Did you have any breakfast today" " No not a drop"" " That's funny." " You take off the ribbon before you light it!" " Ah." " Is there anything worse in the world than empty glasses?" " That would be sour old women." "... don't you have anything in your glass?" "We need to fix that." " Damn, there isn't anything to drink here either." "... Get us another bottle of whiskey!" " How are you, Anders?" " It could be better." " Damn it why isn't anyone coming?" " Get us whiskey I said!" " Is it the woman in Paris that troubles you still?" " Yes I think it's outrageous that Emily and I can't be together  oh is it you coming?" " Who else could it be?" "... you sent the maids away to get dressed up and pretty for you." " Ah yes that's true." "... you see, Albert and I we'd like something to wet our throats,   but I can't find any bottles up here." " A midsummer's drink would be nice." " You see, Emma?" " I thought you said we would get celebrity visitors over midsummer?" " Ah well, it turned out to be too cumbersome with the prince." "... he is just as boring as he paints." "... and if he has more than one drink he falls asleep." "... so it's going to be only me and Albert this weekend." " It's a shame you have such bad judgement." " Did you say something, mr. editor?" " Me?" "No, nothing." " Anyway, we would like a bottle." "Whiskey." " I understand." "I will immediately run to the basement and get some." " Such a nice wife you have." " There's nothing wrong with Emma really." "And your evil one isn't much  to boast about either is it?" " No, but she is so ugly she keeps out of the way and I'm thankful for that." " Emma likes princes and barons." "Being aware of your class it is called." "... she's all vanity these days." "... damn....ah." " What's wrong, Anders?" " I'm in such pain sometimes you know." "... such cramps." " It's not the French Disease is it?" " Keep out of it." " It gets better once I get some whiskey in me." "... give me the glass, please." "... damn it." " Ah, that was quick." "Nice to get one in the other leg as well before the dance." "... you can put it over there." "... damn it!" "What was that?" " I'm sorry." "Such a shame." "... looks like you will have to dance with a limp tonight." "That was the last bottle." "The importance of alcohol for the human body.... ... can never be stressed enough." " Waiter!" "Waiter!" " We'll have a couple more bottles." " Ah look, here he is." "What a surprise." " Here is your bill, gentlemen." " Are you going home?" "This early?" " It's actually four o'clock in the morning." " Yes, that's early, isn't it?" " Now, Maria would like meatballs with lingonberries, ... and Mr Engström and I want drinks." "More drinks." " I'm sorry Mr Zorn, but that's impossible." " That's a shame." "You used to serve food and drinks around the clock." " It's different times now." " That's apparent." " Perhaps we can buy this establishment completely?" " If you have enough money I suppose you could." " Let's see here." " Perhaps this is enough as a down payment?" " Count it." " Here is some more." " It's surely..." " Good." "Then we will settle the rest tomorrow when the bank opens." " I'm sure that will be fine." "... I'll write a receipt." " Do that." "And then there are the meatballs." "... because it's very important that Maria here gets what she wants." "... and it's to be small delicious round meatballs." "Right?" " Absolutely." "I'll go to the kitchen myself and sort it out." " You do that." "Oh and with lingonberries, waiter!" " And don't forget the drinks!" " I'll be right back with your whiskey." " That's how it's supposed to sound." " I do not tolerate this!" "... are you listening to me?" "... sitting in a pub, in the middle of town, with one of our maids." "... it's embarrassing." "... now my friends were proven right again." " I don't give a damn what those bitches are talking about." " Don't stand here listening!" " I know." "But I have to live with the shame!" " Yes, it's so hard on you." "Seems it's time I'll do some traveling again." " You can't." "You're ill." " I suppose it's like Strinberg writes in one of his plays." "... we are together to cause each other agony." " That was a surprise." "I've never seen you with a book in your hand." "... I didn't even know you could read." " Now you tell me." " Do you have to smoke that much?" " I don't have to do anything." "But I want to smoke." "... and I drink, too, without asking anyone's permission." "... and I swear." "That's apparently damn uneducated." " Having no education isn't anything to boast about." " I also have no manners and are a damn upstart." "... for you I'll always be just that." "... have I forgotten something?" " Eh, I can't talk to you any more." " Exactly, that I'm a bastard, too!" "... a bastard, me!" " Do you have to shout it out to the whole world?" "... what you need..." " Stop telling me what I need!" "... you don't have to tell me how much to charge for a painting." "... how I am to behave." "What fork to use." "... I am who I am." "... and I'm not ashamed of it." " One can improve, beloved Anders." " Of course." "We can all improve, but not you, beloved Emma." ".. because you are perfect." " Don't look so sad." "... that's better." "Lift your head." " I'm cold." " Don't move." "This is going to be great." " Damn." " How are you?" " I'm fine." "Just stand still." " Bloody hell." " Go back." " Where are you going?" " There's herring under the stairs." " Everything else is in the pantry." " I'm sure you can find the liquor yourself." " So you're not going to be with your closest this weekend?" " Would that be you?" " You already have female company." "... two even." "... and the one in Paris of course." " Maria, will you see to that he gets to the hospital?" " Yes, madam." "... perhaps then you will live to see the summer." "I can't do any more for you." "... I pity you." " I forbid you to pity me!" " I want to set a date for the christening." "If that's alright?" " Of course." "... and perhaps a wedding?" " I'm afraid not." " Ah." "Why is that?" " Well, not right now...." " I would have thought so." "The father is unknown?" "... It's as usual then." " Well." "What's to be the boy's name?" " Anders." " Anders." "... And Beda?" " I've got a sweet little girl." " I can see that." "... and the name of the father?" "... well?" " Unknown." " That's peculiar." " Yes." " What's her name going to be?" " Andrea." " Damn." "... oh well, that's alright." "... that's it." " Is there anything you need Mr Zorn?" " Yes, but nothing you can offer." " It's not strawberry juice and fresh cookies I want." "... has Mrs Zorn been in touch?" " No." "Not today either." " Go to bed so you manage to get up tomorrow." " Mrs Bartlett has gone out." "She is at the Pigalle." " At this time of day?" " Damn it!" " I can't." "I cant." " I can tell you, Anders Zorn...you're wrong.." "... love....you're so afraid.... ... you're ill... afraid...." " Mr Zorn." " It's time to wake up." " Who the devil are you?" " I've come to rescue a lost soul." " A well." "Is it time?" " Yes." "Now it's time to be forgiven your sins." "... You have sown your wild oats everywhere." "... there are many fatherless children around." "... bastards." " Oh yes." " And you should be able to tell how it is to be without a father." "... it's not only Ida, Beda and Maria." " I'll pay for all my children." " You can only pay by giving your soul to our Lord." "... and I have been sent to help." " Then you can give me what's over there." " You've had enough to drink Mr Zorn." " Who decided that?" "... not you in any case." " The devil's power is great." " He helps who belong to him." " We will beat the evil together." "... we all have to carry our burden." "... Mr Zorn, you have been blessed with a great gift." "... our Lord has given you so much." " But a little I've helped myself, too." "... what are you looking at?" "... damn hypocrite." " Give now your soul to Jesus Christ." " You sound like you're getting a provision  for the souls you can rattle up." " I'll get my reward in heaven." "... and I sincerely hope that we'll meet there." " We'll see." "... For now I can still stand." "... and I'm not in a hurry to see you in heaven." "... It's more likely it'll be down there anyway." "... he who is friends with the devil." "... gets a nice time in hell." " He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me..." " Look it's him!" " He has his own driver." " The bloody priest is here, too." "... I suppose he wants to see if I've become more pious." " He looks gruff." " Have you ever seen a cheerful priest?" "I haven't." "... according to his calculations I should have been dead long since." "... surely that annoys both him and the undertaker." "... but I'm still alive!" " How that's possible." " Give it to me." " Dammit." " Here." " But Anders, you don't really think..." " Yes I do." "The day when I don't feel like grabbing a girl's waist and dance  it can just as well be over." "... but one more walz I'm sure I can manage."