June Night (Juninatten)

JUNE NIGHT

What was that?

The seaman upstairs. He has a girl.

We should never have unemployed borders.

Don't laugh!

I wasn't laughing.

- You going now, eh! - Don't shout.

- So you leave when the fun is over. - Was it so much fun?

You bitch!

Clamp.

Pan, nurse.

The bullet was near her heart.

Adrenaline.

Quick!

- You know who she is? - The tall redhead in the drugstore.

Is she dead?

Shh. The doctor!

I want to know...

if the girl's decided to live or die.

I must know whether...

to charge him with murder or attempted murder.

That what you wanted to know?

Yes. She'll survive.

Yes. Good-bye.

This operation must be reviewed in the medical journal.

Yes, occasionally the old sawbones learns...

he's still useful.

Sleeping again?

Happy youth.

If it wasn't for sleeping well and your youth...

you'd never have made it.

If only I could get away.

I've always been unhappy here.

If only I could go to a city where nobody knows me.

I could start work, so I wouldn't have to think.

Yes, but you'll have to stay here a while longer, anyway.

Yes, I know.

The trial.

Could I ask you a favor?

Go and see Nils. You can visit him, Doctor.

Yes, I'm sure I can.

Anything special message to the would-be murderer?

Don't call him that.

Tell him...

he needn't worry about me.

If I do...

you have to tell me a bit about what actually happened.

No.

No, I can't.

Tell Nils not to talk too much.

It'll only make it worse.

It can't be very dangerous to tell him that.

Asklund.

Berggren. I'm a doctor at the hospital.

Miss Norback sent me here.

She'll be all right? Nothing...

She's out of danger.

But it's more my doing that she's alive than yours.

Yes, but maybe I've given her something, too.

Something you don't have, Doctor.

What would?

May I ask where you and the young lady met?

The library.

She was the only one in town who understood a poor guy like me.

She was like a long voyage to new ports.

And the way she walked!

Not just with her feet like other Swedish girls...

but with her hips.

You're an intellectual, Doctor. You know what I mean.

I'm damned if I do.

Aren't you an unemployed seaman?

I am. I sailed before the mast for three years.

A man isn't a hoodlum just because he's working class.

- Do you know the worst that can happen? - No.

To wish to give to somebody...

and be rejected.

So you came here to laugh, Doctor? Just like her.

No. Of course not.

I don't think we have anything more to say to each other...

except Miss Norback said to tell you...

not to talk so damn much.

She's so well now that you can't avoid meeting...

in court.

You heard the police report.

Why did you have the gun that night?

If you must know...

I was planning to kill myself, not her.

I loved her.

She loved me.

But without high school, you're nothing.

She grew distant...

said she just wanted to be friends.

Nothing more.

But once you start "that"...

it's hard to quit.

Right, Judge? At least not if you're a man, and in love. Right?

First I thought there was somebody else. I was jealous.

I was wrong. She was suddenly so polished and educated.

So that evening I planned to shoot myself in front of her.

But when she laughed...

just a bit, phoney like...

I saw red and pulled the trigger.

No photography in this court! Give me the film.

Let us hear Mrs. Cronsioo.

Damn small town pretensions!

I gave him the wrong plate.

Great!

Next witness.

Good day, Judge.

Kerstin Norback has lived with you since childhood.

Do you know about her relations with the accused?

- No. - I see.

Kerstin has always been a moody girl...

sometimes wild and unruly...

sometimes reserved, spending all her time reading novels.

Then...

Excuse me. What the court wishes to know is if you know anything about...

her affair with the accused...

or anything of the motive for the crime.

You know him?

No, thank God.

But I've known other admirers of hers.

Other admirers?

Yes, there've been many, many who ran after her.

Though I couldn't see what they saw in her. Well-educated they were, too.

One handsome man was a drawing teacher.

He wanted her as a model.

But I told him it was a shame to turn her head like that.

Then there was a notary.

Of course, he worked here at the courthouse!

But of course you gentlemen...

neither saw nor heard anything.

Blind, right?

And there was kissing on the stairs.

I saw them. The door was half open.

Fortunately, he had to move away.

This Asklund came...

as a total surprise.

It was I who was blind then.

She must have sneaked out the window, nights, or had a key made.

The worst of all was that she lied.

When she said she was working...

I phoned to check.

She wasn't there.

That's when she was with him...

that murderer.

What I can't understand is what men saw in her.

I tried to raise her...

as a decent, unpretentious girl...

so that I wouldn't be shamed by all the people and newspapers.

But I see I've failed.

Miss Norback.

Miss Norback, you have not given the police any information.

I must tell you that the accused may suffer...

if you continue to remain silent.

It was my fault, not his.

It was my fault.

I just wanted an affair. It happened to be Nils Asklund.

Shame!

That's what I say, too!

I didn't realize it was the wrong kind of affair...

but girls do this.

Go on.

I suddenly realized...

it was over.

I didn't feel anything.

Neither tenderness, affection...

nor disgust.

Nothing.

I'm sorry Nils Asklund is being tried here.

I hope he will be acquitted.

If this can't be, then I beg the court to be lenient.

I'm alive.

Kerstin!

I ordered you to stop that!

Try to get a picture of her on the stairs.

Stop him! Take the film!

"The Wounded Swan Sings"

Switchboard. One moment, please. You have a line. Hello.

The Daily News wishes to speak with the opera manager.

Hi, Nickan. Is the boss in? Have you seen the front page?

No, he hasn't come yet.

- We expect him any minute. - Good.

- Was she lovely? - Oh, yeah.

"The Wounded Swan Sings" sensa...

What'd she wear? How was he?

Not my type. But she was... You should have seen her.

Look. Her face is naked. You can see her whole character.

Tell you later. See you tonight, right?

- I'm going in to the others. See you. - Yes, see you tonight.

The opera manager.

Switchboard. Just a moment. Mr. Berg.

Hello. Hi. Well, here I am.

The boss isn't in, eh?

No, he'll be here any minute.

Tired of the small town already, eh?

"The Wounded Swan Sings." Not bad.

Well...

The girl was right.

No beauty maybe, but damned attractive.