Ulf Johansson credited as playing...
Heerbrand
- Heerbrand: There is something that scares me to death. I meet a stranger on the road. We converse about this and that. Suddenly he turns towards me and delivers a hard blow to my cheek. His face is deathly pale, his eyes filled with hate. I don't understand anything. I just feel sick and get a nosebleed. I sputter some silly excuses... Terribly shaken. And after the man has disappeared, I ask myself, 'Is this how it is? Does it have to be like this?' I'll never forget the man's eyes. The punch was horrible, but his eyes were the worst.
- Heerbrand: Good morning. Sorry to disturb you. A thousand pardons. It looks like a storm is coming, so I thought I'd stop in for a while. I have an errand as well. May I sit down? I promise I won't be long-winded. I'm here with an invitation from the castle. We're going to have a little party. Nothing big at all. Just something to distract those poor people a bit. They sit there year round and harp on each other. As I said, not a large party. But it will interest you. Veronica Vogler has accepted. She'll be there. And you'll come as well, won't you? Then it's agreed. By the way, Von Merkens and I discussed the other day your ability to defend yourself. I mean, against all the small game on the island.
- [Heerbrand places a gun on the table]
- Heerbrand: That's all for the moment. Good morning, dear friends. Hope to see you at our little party.
- Heerbrand: [walking rapidly to keep up with Johan, who is rapidly walking away from him] It's really windy, but beautiful, don't you think? This has to be a dream spot for painting. You've lived here for quite some time. You return to the scene of the crime, so to speak. And commit new crimes. You look tired. Don't overexert yourself. I mean, at our age some caution is advised. Youth is much hardier. I know what I'm talking about. My name is Heerbrand, school counselor. I probe people's souls and turn the inside out. And what do we see? Well, I don't need to tell you. You're an artist, you know the human heart. Who hasn't seen your facial studies, not to mention your self-portraits? Why do you look at me like that? Are you angry? Are your nerves all right? Is something bothering you?
- [Johan slaps Heerbrand in the face, causing Heerbrand to fall to the ground]
- Johan Borg: Shut up! Shut up!