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-You can't turn up unannounced.
-But I have to be able see her.

Then we need to agree on it first
so she's prepared.

She has to be "prepared" to see me?

We should put
our own needs aside here.

Don't laugh at me.
Right now she wants to live with me.

We should stick to
our 50-50 arrangement.

-I won't pressure her to see you.
-It's not about pressure.

After all that's happened,

we can't just wave a wand
and make it go away.

That's not what I'm saying, either.

She belongs with us too.

I miss her.

-Shouldn't that be up to her?
-Sure, but what we say counts.

If you keep saying
it's a bad idea...

Because I think it's a bad idea.

You married a lunatic.

My instinct tells me
to protect my daughter.

Elin is no crazier than we are.
We've had problems. They're over.

We're fine. And my instinct tells me
I'm her father, like it or not.

And I have to...

Hi, honey.

I'm going crazy without
a difficult teenager at home.

Where have you been?

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

You know you can come over
whenever you like.

You don't have to spend the night
or anything, you can just...

If you'd like, we can do stuff
without Elin tagging along.

-Right?
-Okay.

We can cook, play PlayStation,
watch a movie, whatever you like.

Yeah.

-I have to go. I've got rehearsal.
-Sure thing. See you later.

You are such a good girl!

Are you such a good girl?
Yes, you are!

Cheers.

Will it be alright again?

You mean,
can you live a good life

without children of your own?

I know it's possible.

But will I be able to?

You have managed
to do the hardest part.

You have given up.

I'm proud of you.

And Bjørn?

Can you make it work?

We try.

We both try.

I don't deserve him.

I just hope he never realizes that.

-Can I come in?
-Sure.

You smell of dog.

-Do you like it?
-Oh yeah!

I thought we could be

a family of explorers.

Flying across Greenland

on a dog sled.

You, with frost in your beard.

You need a couch-potato dog.

That's what you need.

I'm actually in pretty good shape.

I'm afraid I have bad news.

There were no sperm cells
in your sample.

What do you mean?

What is it that comes out, then?

Ejaculate consists of secretions from
both the testicles and the prostate.

-Sperm cells are a tiny part of it.
-So what does that mean?

When there's nothing there?

There can be many different reasons.
We have to take more tests.

See if there's anything we can do.

If?

If we're lucky, it's an obstruction
between the testicles and the penis.

If there is an obstruction, we can
retrieve semen from the testicles.

-Okay.
-How is that done?

It's quite a simple procedure.
We do it often.

It's a little painful,
but it's fairly quick.

I insert a needle into the testicle

and extract fluid directly.

Christ!

Then we can basically just...

-That's our option?
-Yes.

But if it turns out that
it's due to hormonal irregularities,

damage from some old injury,

or some sort of illness,
our options are more limited.

Didn't your testicles fail to drop
when you were a baby?

Yeah, but they sorted that out.

But could...

Could that... maybe be the reason?

Testicular retention
isn't the probable cause.

Anyway,
much of this can be dealt with.

But not everything?

No, some people never have children.

But he's a taxi driver.

-He sits on a heated seat all day.
-It isn't on all day.

No, of course not,
but my question is...

Whether I can do anything.
If I need to change, somehow.

Whether there's something I can do
to make me...

To make it work.

Right?

I want to know
if there's anything we can do.

Change our diet.

Stop wearing jeans.

Or start exercising. I don't know.
Would it make a difference?

All we can do now is investigate
further. Take more tests.

I suggest you schedule
an appointment with Morten.

Okay.
Thanks.

I'm sorry. We'll do everything
we can to find out what...

I can't do this.

Einar, where are you going?
Wait.

Marie and Eduardo?

-Are you free on Wednesday?
-Why?

BlueSeeds wants to dine with us.

I'm not really asking.
We're meeting them on Wednesday.

Malene and Espen?
Come in.

-Is that Sandvik you're working on?
-No, that's done.

Lilly, we...

You and I
have been through a rough patch.

And it's all my fault.
I mean...

I've been the world's...

The world's worst boss.

I'm sorry.

You've more or less
put all our jobs at risk.

And I felt you were punishing me
for doing a good job.

That wasn't my intention at all.

And you hit me.

I'm sorry.

I know.
That was completely fucked up.

Way over the line.
I apologize.

We are so lucky to have you here.

You're the best.
Nobody beats you.

I don't even dare think about what
it would be like here without you.

We need you.

Like, really need you.

Yeah.
Okay.

I hope you manage to find a way
to trust me again.

Okay.

Fine.

Thanks.

Can you say something?

Hey.

How do you feel?

This sucks.

You think it sucks?

We just found out we can't have kids.
And it's my fault.

-How do you think I feel?
-It's not about who's to blame.

You're not the least bit relieved
that you're not the problem?

No, it's not your problem.

It's ours.

I need us to talk about this.
Together.

We have other options.
There's...

We can use a donor.

Right.
You're there already.

I knew it.

Okay, let me be perfectly clear.

This is how I feel.
What it's like to be me.

There's no way we're making
another man's baby inside you, okay?

Then what do you want?

I don't know.
I don't want to talk about it.

Stay.

-No, I can't.
-Why not?

I won't be late, I promise.
I won't be late.

It's just that CC's obsessed
with pleasing those Brits.

He thinks we need
a good relationship with them

since they now own Cellbox.

And I feel I owe him.

Don't grovel. They're lucky to equip
the best clinic in Oslo, remember?

Show them who wears the pants.

The pants?
The clever carpenter.

Bye.

What is this?

I think it's cod skin.

-Oh yeah?
-For real. You should really try it.

It's good.

So...

How did you get started?

I saved up and I bought a clinic.

Okay?

-Just like that?
-Yeah.

There was a clinic in the US
where the doctor who was running it

was caught
masturbating in the lab.

No!
No, no, no...

-Yup. I bought that clinic.
-No! You're kidding.

No, that's how BlueSeeds started.
There was a huge scandal.

He'd been fertilizing women
with his own sperm for decades.

Isn't that doctor now being sued
by about thirty of his own children?

For bringing them into existence?

It's America.
They're probably suing him for

unlawful manufacture.

-But you're not a doctor, are you?
-God, no.

So how did you even get the idea?

Truth? It's the closest thing
I've had to an epiphany.

A lot of my female friends
were going into large corporations.

Big multinationals.
And every single one of them,

as part of their package,
was offered to freeze their eggs.

As a standard service. And every
single one of them was doing it.

It just hit me:
"Wow, this is the future."

Fascinating.

My turn.
How did you become the best?

You both chose fertility.
What's the story there?

We bought his father's clinic.

Yeah, but no scandal.
No masturbation. Nothing like that.

No masturbation?
Okay, I'm out.

-No, he was getting old.
-It was time to step down.

With the industry exploding...

Still is.

Nick and I spoke to a doctor
at the Bjerk clinic in Trondheim.

She told us she'd just treated
a 57-year-old woman,

pregnant by egg and sperm donation
in Russia.

Talk about gender equality.

Then she goes to Bjerk
to have her follow-ups.

Doesn't even involve her GP.

Too afraid of the stigma,
I suppose.

Is that a Norwegian thing?

Old, inherited religious shame

stopping people from
going after what they want?

What do you mean?

She did go ahead
and get pregnant at 57.

Nothing stops people
from going after what they want.

They just feel bad afterwards.

-Got it.
-Don't they?

It's good.

So you have spoken to Bjerk also?

Yeah, we did.

They have a good reputation too.

Absolutely.

You guys, being in the capital,
have the advantage.

And also, I very much like your
plans for a research department...

What's going on now?

It's always been part of our
long-term plan. Now is the time.

-I completely agree.
-Don't do this!

It's no surprise. I've always
wanted to expand into research.

That's no reason to sell out
to the US and big fucking data.

I won't accept it.
You're not doing it.

Is everything okay? We can
step outside if you need a moment.

-Absolutely not. We're fine.
-Are we? Are we fine?

If you screw up, I don't know what
I'll do. Everything will be over.

Bien.
Your career.

Everything.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for being so rude.

As you all know,
that's a bad habit of mine.

I tend to do that.
So, sorry.

It's a bad habit of mine too.

You're in good company.

Sorry!

We can make our own research
department. We don't need them.

But we'd have to max out our loan.

Hire another doctor
so I won't be alone in the clinic.

Then we can make it work.

But this wasn't
what you and I dreamt of.

Was it?

It wasn't. We wanted to build
something of our own.

You'd be free to nerd, while I...
What was it?

I'd make sure the patients
never felt sick or inadequate.

We even made a slogan.
Don't you remember?

"Focused on the client,

with the future in our sights."

We were going to do everything
our own way.

Right?

Is it so obvious?

What?

That look.

And this.

That you can control me.

Why are we working together?

-You know why.
-No.

Answer me.
Why are we business partners?

-Can't you just answer my question?
-Because...

-Because?
-I wanted away from the hospital.

And your father wouldn't
let you take over without me.

And the stars aligned.

-For us.
-Dad forced us into a partnership.

But he can't force us
to work together forever.

And why do we bother? Why on earth
do we bother, after everything...

Because
we've created something together.

Something we both love
and are proud of.

Us.
Together.

Our thing.
Our way.

It doesn't exist.

It simply doesn't.

I think it's cruel,
the way you play me.

This will be on my terms.
Accept it or sell.

If we'd just found
a few sperm cells in the testicles,

we could have extracted them
and gone through with IVF treatment.

-But we didn't.
-So I have nothing?

Nothing.

But I thought we could talk about
other possibilities.

I understand you've already
started discussing a donor.

Have we?

Hm?

No, we haven't really
started discussing it.

But we've...

I mean, I've called them.

Just to hear whether...

Whether they cooperate
with any sperm banks.

Really?

Before you even knew
if I had any

sperm in my sack?

No, I...

I'll give you a moment alone.

But she can't go bananas at the
sperm bank without my consent, right?

Yes.

If we were to treat you here
as a couple, you'd need consent.

Thanks.

I'm so sorry.

No, none of this is your fault.

It takes time to accept that
things won't turn out as planned.

Yeah.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Stella?

Stella?

I'm okay.

I just worked out too hard
without eating first.

You need to be honest with me.
Do you eat the lunch I pack for you?

I spend a lot of time on it. I buy
seeds, nuts, coconut oil and whatnot.

To make sure
you get enough nutrition.

Stella?
You aren't throwing it up, are you?

-No!
-Promise?

Can we please just go home?

Is it too much for you, Stella?

Your father and I don't want you
to dance if you don't enjoy it.

-If you want to quit...
-I don't want to quit.

Is it the other girls?

Are they trying to lose weight?

Is this the kind of man you want?

No.

No? I've been through your list.
Lars, Dylan, Angelo,

Sander and Armann.
None have much in common with me.

-Because they're all random donors.
-Completely random guys?

What can I do?
You refuse to talk about it.

So you go straight to Mr. Perfect?

"Sander is a tall, muscular guy. He
has beautiful tattoos on his arms,"

"Yet he has an incredibly
friendly appearance."

Christ!

Oh, and he's 1.93 m tall.
Nice!

Why haven't you liked Geir?
He's a normal-looking guy.

What do you want?

Do you want to adopt?

If so, you have to tell me.

Maybe it's better if they're
neither your genes nor mine.

-I didn't say that.
-You haven't said shit.

I'm saying it sucks to read
about Dylan the triathlete,

who's worked for
Doctors Without Borders in Africa.

It's nothing at all like me.
None of it.

And you've checked "no freckles"
a bonus.

-Is that important for you?
-No, not at all.

-I'll find someone with freckles.
-That's not my point.

No, you want someone like you.

The thing is,
it's kind of hard to find a guy

who has diabetes and psoriasis,
smokes and drives a taxi,

with no higher education,
and ADHD.

That's a pretty extensive list.

Wow.

So ideally the kid
shouldn't resemble me at all?

You're so damn childish.

It's not about replacing you.

I'm trying to improve
a crappy situation.

Okay. Sorry for not supporting
your project to pick Mr. Perfect

and design your own super-kid.

But in that case
you'd better replace your eggs, too.

Because I don't want a spoiled,
nearsighted brat

with celiac disease
and hairy man legs.

She fainted during rehearsal.
Refuses to talk about food.

Refuses to talk about anything.

You have to help her.

Or...

You have to help me.

-If she isn't eating.
-She is.

-What's that?
-It's just...

This little guy.

Is this some kind of coup?

-How can I compete with that?
-He isn't for you.

You're sidelining me.

You wanted help.
Here's your help.

Thank you so much!

-Should we put him back in?
-No.

Don't squeeze him too hard.
You'll break him.

-Bye. Have fun.
Bye.

Talk to her.
Make sure she eats enough.

Coming, dad?

-Ask Elin to keep an eye on her.
-Stop worrying.

Bye.

Have you seen anything so cute?
Look at this little guy!

What should we call him?

You're a little beauty.

-He needs a name.
-Who are you?

He's a boy.

How about Bacon?

Bacon?

That's cool.
Hey, are you Bacon?

Speaking of bacon...
Should we eat Thai tonight?

Okay.

Want to see your room?

-You...
-It's pretty awesome.

-It's fabulous, of course.
-Yeah.

-Yeah, but also really sneaky.
-What do you mean?

You have bought your own kid back.

-You have.
-I paid the price.

-Are you feeling okay?
-A little dizzy?

I understand.

Sit down here.

-There.
-This is going to be fine.

Just try to breathe normally.

Are you all set in the lab?

I think Eric

should handle the eggs today.

-Me?
-Yeah, you.

I'll make sure that everything's
registered and labeled correctly.

Good.

Is everything okay, Lilly?

No, I feel quite stupid.

You probably don't care, but
I hate being toyed with like that.

I'm a well-educated, sought-after
embryologist. Many companies are...

What are you talking about?

Why did you apologize?

When everything is like before?
All that talk about trust? Bullshit.

Please stop.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

What have I done wrong?

I found the eggs.

-What eggs?
-Yours.

No, I don't have any eggs.

Here.
Unlabeled.

But those aren't mine.

I sure didn't put them there.

This is one of our tools that...

Right.
Just a moment.

You can forget about BlueSeeds.

I want no part of it.

No.
I refuse to do it.

They're drawing up the contract.

We never agreed on anything.
It was pure blackmail on your part.

You got yourself into this.

Do you realize the risk you took?

Does Maiken know that
her eggs still exist?

That they will be tampered with
by Uncle CC. Does she know that?

We've both broken the law.

I was insane at the time of
the crime. What's your excuse?

I'm trying to prepare for the future.
We can't turn down this offer.

There is no "we"!

Let's wait.
See what they put on the table.

Then we can decide.

No. I don't care what they offer.
My answer is no.

I'm sorry.

I should never have started looking
at that stuff without you.

I understand perfectly well
that this situation

is worse for you than for me.

There's no rush.

We can just think it over.

And if you decide that you want
to adopt, that's what we'll do.

I won't deny you the chance to have
a baby, just because I don't work.

You work very well for me.

I've also been thinking that
if we, you know,

if we end up with a donor...

Then it's 100 % up to you
to decide who it should be.

-As if!
-I mean it.

-Okay?
-You can choose whoever you like.

Then it won't be
some surfing hipster lawyer guy.

-No?
-It will be an average guy. Like me.

That's what I want.

Are you sure?

Short-sighted and...

Freckles and everything else?

There.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

This will be something between
an omelet and scrambled eggs.

I think I've forgotten how to...

Voilà!
Not quite like mom's, but still...

I know mom keeps
nagging you to eat.

It's just because she cares.

Stella?

Stella?

Sorry to interrupt, but you
have to call Bjørn. It's urgent.

-It happened at ballet too.
-Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.
I thought it was just exhaustion.

Hi, honey.

Hey.

How do you feel?

-I'm so tired.
-You feel tired? Okay.

I understand.

You haven't fallen during rehearsal?

Hit your head?

No.

I think we should see a doctor.
Take a blood sample.

Can you get her shoes and jacket?

Do you think you can sit upright?

Good. Put some clothes on,
and we'll go see the doctor.

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