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At least have a few bites.

- Just a little. - No, I'm not hungry.

You hardly touched breakfast.

Okay, Isabell. [sighs]

I have a proposition for you.

You've made it pretty clear that you don't like the color of your room.

If you finish your plate, I'll call the painters right away.

How about it?

No? Okay, then what?

I want to visit Grandpa.

- At the hospital? - No way.

- Hey... - No! He's not coming near my family again.

- But he's Grandpa. - I don't care if he's Santa Claus.

Try logging in now.

It's not working. Dammit!

I have to get access to the numbers Friedrich needs.

- Or Stream-Us will put us out of business. - Calm down. Breathe.

Well, there's no time for that.

Hi, Caroline. Is Ronny here?

Yes, he's on a conference call in the small room.

I'm going to grab a coffee.

- Hey. - Hi.

Did you get my text?

Yes, I'm sorry.

Things have been

a bit overwhelming.

No worries, I get it.

How's your dad?

Well, he's doing...

better.

He's still admitted.

That's good.

It's a good thing that he's doing better. Right?

The thing is...

Isabell thinks that it's all her fault.

- Hi, Sofie! You came in today? - Yes.

I'm just here to have a quick word with Ronny.

- So, I'm all yours. - Oh, great.

Let's have a talk in my office.

[gasps] It works!

You're a star.

Oh God, what a relief.

You should report her.

The way she touches you is not okay.

She's in a position of power. The fact that you're a guy doesn't matter.

There are lots of Facebook groups if you need support.

Hi.

I just want you to know that I'm here for you.

We can just talk

if you… if you want.

I have to get home to Isabell.

And I have to finish this action plan.

Yeah, I get it. Um...

How about this weekend?

I thought you were going home this weekend.

Yes.

My mom's boyfriend is turning fifty.

- Oh, that's great. A party? - I wasn't planning on going up.

My mom will start picking at me the minute I get there.

Yeah.

If you want the lipstick, go home and see your family.

And stand up to your mom.

[gentle music playing]

Okay.

Yeah.

Have the lipstick ready by Monday.

LOVE AND ANARCHY

Help yourselves to banana bread.

- Banana? - Mm.

No thanks.

Friedrich!

- How about a Friday treat? - Oh no, I'm fasting.

I'm off to an ayahuasca retreat tomorrow, so I can't eat.

I see.

[sighs] Is Sofie here? I thought I saw her.

She just left.

- Do you have the fall release estimates? - Yes, I'm working on it.

The computer was down, so I couldn't log in...

Stream-Us is threatening to shut us down, but you don't seem to care.

- [shakily] I do. - Baking cake was more urgent?

- Friedrich, the numbers Sofie asked for... - We're working on it.

Full steam ahead! She needs the numbers as soon as possible.

Damn, this feels good!

[Johan] I'm trying to be constructive.

It's not good for her to be so miserable.

No, but she's twelve.

And she's worried about her granddad.

So your solution is to do nothing?

What the hell, Johan?

- I'm really trying! - Sure, you're baking.

I'm making Isabell's favorite cookies.

Well, there you go.

Problem solved, right?

[lock clicks]

[woman moaning on phone]

[breathes heavily]

[woman moaning on phone]

[shouting] Fuck!

Mom, what are you doing?

It's okay, Frank. I'll be right out!

[sniffles]

[melancholic music playing]

- Hey, sonny! - Hey.

- How was the bus ride? - Good.

[chuckles]

- Happy birthday. - Thanks.

- Where's Mom? - She's preparing for the party.

[Max] Not much has changed around here.

[man] I've painted the walls in the garage. You can have a look later.

- Okay. - Navy blue. I really like it.

Max, you're here!

Hey, how are you guys?

- Did you see my new skateboard? - No, I didn't.

Hi, Mom.

Hi.

So, here I am.

I can see that.

You look pale.

I'll put the kettle on.

Wipe your shoes. I've mopped the floor.

Sure thing.

[suspenseful music playing]

Hi. Friedrich Jägerstedt.

I'm...

here for the ritual.

You've never tried ayahuasca before?

That's right. I'm new to this.

But I'm...

[tranquil music playing]

...looking forward to it.

Did everyone bring their totem?

- Yes. - Mm.

I want to know which path to take in life.

[woman] I want to let go of my ex-husband.

I want to find my own voice.

I want to put my life into perspective.

FRIEDRICH JÄGERSTEDT LITERARY DIRECTOR

- [upbeat music playing] - [boys laughing]

[boys laughing]

[Max grunts]

Hey, Max, what is it you do in Stockholm?

[mother] Yes, one wonders.

Do you clean your room? Mom made us clean our room today.

Yes, I clean my room.

[mother] I really hope you got rid of those weird, disgusting plants of yours.

Hey, Max, do you have a girlfriend?

[laughs] Um...

Well...

I do.

Her name is Sofie and we work at the same place.

Do you have a picture?

I guess we can find her on Facebook.

There.

- Pretty, huh? - Really pretty.

Let me see.

My God, how old is this person? She looks, like, 40.

And what's with the lipstick?

What's that on her finger? Is she wearing a wedding ring?

She's married?

You can't tell anyone about this.

Here I am, making an effort, and you're just... Always drama...

Who are those people you work with?

Bookworms, all high and mighty...

Follow the air

as it flows through your body.

As the roots sprout from your body,

they tether you firmly to the ground.

You are here.

Right here.

Breathe in...

and breathe out.

Breathe in...

and breathe out.

[tranquil flute music playing on stereo]

[exhales sharply]

[swallows]

[eerie static noises]

Friedrich.

Gertrud.

I trusted you.

You promised to stand up for literature.

I meant to, but things got out of hand.

You sold the soul of the publishing house,

and then you're up there on a stage, at the Book Fair, laughing about it

like it's a big, fucking joke!

Friedrich.

Thanks for helping me.

Old-timers like us have to stick together,

so I can keep sending dick pics

to young and troubled community college girls

who dream of becoming authors.

Gertrud, I...

[laughs]

[Ronny] You come to work

and you don't even greet people,

you arrogant prick.

Oh, now you're listening.

[Caroline whispering] Your time is up.

Everyone will realize that you're a big, fat lie.

No one will remember you!

Hello.

[pop music playing on phone]

I brought cookies.

[sighs] I know how much you're hurting right now.

But things will get better as you get older, I promise.

But I want things to get better now.

It's like...

at first, you're a seed...

then a bluebell...

[music stops]

and then a rose...

a tree.

And as you become an entire forest,

you stand firm.

- What am I? - You're a bluebell.

There's so much left for you to experience.

What about you? What are you?

Mm.

I think I'm actually starting to become a forest.

[pop music playing on phone]

What the hell was that?

Huh?

"You're a bluebell and I'm a forest."

You can't fill Isabell's head with that crap, seriously.

Just so you know, it sounded completely insane.

I have to get to work.

- Put some decent clothes on. - I don't want to go anywhere.

You didn't ask me where we're going.

Where are we going?

We're visiting Grandpa at the hospital.

We're going as soon as your dad has left for work.

CONGRATULATIONS GÖRAN LIFE'S MIDPOINT

[boys shrieking]

Boys, should you be playing on the table?

Oops!

Max, what are you doing?

- It wasn't me. - The guests will be here any minute now.

You are so clumsy!

I'm warning you...

You can't do anything right!

I'll get the broom.

- Ouch! - Watch the tablecloth!

- Yeah, yeah. - [doorbell rings]

Göran, get the door.

- I'm going to rinse this off. - Sure, I'll clean this mess up, as usual.

BAND-AID

[melancholic music playing]

Isabell is my daughter and Lars' grandchild.

They have a really good connection and they're very close,

so I was hoping that you could make an exception and let her in.

It's okay. You can come in.

[woman] There are chairs beyond the glass door, if you would please have a seat.

ADULT PSYCHIATRIC WARD

Are you okay?

Hi, Dad.

Hi.

Come sit down.

How about a game of Shithead? I can get us a deck of cards.

What do you say?

- No need. - No.

No, no need.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[eerie creaking]

[door clangs]

Yes.

We will never be able to change.

We might as well drop dead.

- [creepy music playing] - [creaking]

[creaking]

Ah!

Ah!

- [pants] - [creepy music playing]

Help!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

No! No, no.

Mercy, mercy!

There now.

- [retches] - That's it.

[sighs]

[distant chattering]

There you are. It's group picture time. Everyone's here.

People are asking for you.

Quit your moping.

- Come on, Max. - Why did you ask me to come?

- Where's this coming from? - You don't want me here.

- [Göran] Pernilla, are you guys coming? - What would people say if you weren't?

It would be so embarrassing!

Max!

Lighten up!

[laughter]

- Are you ready? - Yes.

Just take the picture already!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GÖRAN

Is this where we're having the picture taken?

- [man] What the hell? - I guess you have a composition in mind.

- Max! - Lennart, Ann-Marie, long time no see.

- How's the car running? - Fine.

Let's get this over with.

I mean...

Come on.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GÖRAN

Awesome. So, I should be getting back to Stockholm.

Maybe Mom told you that I'm the toy boy of an older, married woman.

I've had just about enough of you!

- Before I go, let's hear it for Göran. - He's not worth it.

[Max and brothers] Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

- And you get a hug as well. - What the...

- Happy birthday. - I don't want a hug!

Bye, Mom.

Boys, you know you're always welcome to visit me in Stockholm, right?

- Yes. - Yes. Mm.

Bye.

He's gone over the edge.

Bye, everybody.

[upbeat music playing]

- You're still here? - I'm almost done with the estimates.

Oh.

- Caroline. - I'm sorry, I messed up. I'll sort it out.

I'm sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean to.

It won't happen again.

- Don't worry about it. - You're doing an amazing job.

Do you happen to have a slice of banana bread left?

I do.

It's in the fridge.

[upbeat music playing]