THE BEST OF INTENTIONS Out on the North Sea, a low-pressure area is building \Nand moving towards Denmark. The heavy snowfall will enter \Nthe western parts of Götaland during the evening. The harsh wind may cause serious.... So you are here now? It's late now. If you wanted to meet her, that is... Is there anything with her luggage\N you wanted to look at? No, okay, but everything\Nwent well with dinner and getting her to bed. \N Could you lend me a towel? There are still some pieces left. \NI'll be right back… She's much more independent now - \N better at taking care of herself, and at drawing and talking.\N The medicine? The evening injection, did she get it? No, not yet. It'll be the last thing I do before I leave. Before... What was her name again? A woman who worked here... \NShe forgot to give the evening injection, and Elsa woke up in the middle of the night \N with a scream, in convulsions, and she who worked the night shift came running like hell. I'm very particular with that, \NI've even set the alarm clock as a reminder. Good. Very good. Is it possible to get a cup of coffee? I think I have to leave, I just need to finish up. Surely, a cup of coffee is hardly too much to ask for? I'd love to talk a little, we haven't done that very much. No, no, no… That's true. Listen… Last time I was here, she gave me these… You're saying she's better at drawing...which is true, but that's hardly my first thought when I look at these. She's curious I guess, \NI bet there are several here who draw similar things. See what it says? Yes, she's written her name there, \Nshe's just learned how to write it. And next to hers...is yours? I don't know, she's got a vivid imagination, \Nas you can see by her drawings... If you say so. Can you understand how I felt \Nwhen I first learned about her condition? The only thing I could think of \Nwas how sorry I felt for myself. There were moments when... \NI've questioned whether I really love her. When we went to the playground... \NI remember feeling ashamed of her. Or when invited to dinner parties, I left her at home\Nbecause I didn't want my colleagues to see her. But of course, I've taken care of her, in every way. But still, I've never been able to answer \Nthe question whether I really love her or if it is because... ...I've been worried for what others\N might think of my caretaking. I'm sorry, but I really have to leave. Before I go to bed \NI have to make sandwiches for tomorrow's excursion. Surely you can't leave before Stina gets here? No, uh… No, that's true. But please come and sit down, sit down and... ...relax. Jocke. Hi, are you on your way? What the hell... Sure, if you can't, you can't. Yes I can, or I guess I'll have to. No...okay. It's fine. I'll take care of it, okay? Bye. I hope you realize that you have \Nbigger concerns than making sandwiches. I've seen the way you look at her. She's just a kid. But maybe that's your thing? She's not a kid. She's almost my age. You want her to be a kid, but she's not. She's taught me a lot. She'd written her name and... She was so happy… She cried. It got me thinking how unimportant our problems are and... ...how much we tend to overthink. So you mean to tell me that these drawings... \Nare nothing but a figment of her imagination? I guess so. You guess so? Okay...are you working the night shift? Yes. Okay, then I'll go get the coffee ready. I guess it's time we talk about Elsa. Is she good in bed? Do you like fucking her? What the hell are you saying? I thought I made myself clear, but... ...please tell me. \NIt's not often I meet people of your kind. Do you think we've slept together? I've kissed her. That's all. When I'm not here, I really miss her...holding her. But you don't get that. You can't even in your wildest dreams understand us. Because you're just a bitter old man. I don't feel well. Shit... Damn... Where is Elsa's medicine? Jocke... Jocke, come on goddamn it! The medicine! The medicine, damn it. Jocke, get a grip! Son of a... Jocke, damn it, come on! Jocke! Elsa! Jocke! Elsa, daddy's coming! Damn you, Jocke... The medicine! She needs her injection. Elsa, daddy's coming! Elsa, daddy's coming... You there, where is Elsa? Where's the medicine cabinet? The medicine, does anyone know where...shut up! Elsa! Damn it, you need to call someone. Damn! -You, you there...\N-No! -Help me, damn it!\N-No... -Damn...\N-...stop it!