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-Come in, Erik. -Thanks.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Thanks for coming so quickly. -Of course.

-Come. How was your trip? -Great.

It was such a shame you couldn't come for Midsummer.

Christina would have loved it.

Going on a ferry to an island...

We were going to come over the second week in July

but now we won't.

But if you've still got the restaurant next summer we can visit.

-Of course. -Where is it again?

Is it on Utö?

-The restaurant? -Gällnö.

It's on Gällnö.

Gällnö?

But it's very far from our summer house.

On the other side.

You didn't say it was on Gällnö.

I was going to tell you when we spoke before Midsummer.

But then when you weren't coming I didn't get to mention it, but...

I've been working there a bit. In the restaurant.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

-You promised to take it easy. -Yes, but it's been fine...

-I'm sorry. -You must be upset.

I tried to talk her out of it, but on the positive side of it...

Nina has had the energy to work and it's been going well.

That must mean she's recovered.

Who else is working there?

The regular staff. The restaurant in town is closed.

It's being renovated.

-Does Calle Svensson work there? -Erik, please.

THE RESTAURANT - 1951

EPISODE 3 THE HEIGHT OF SUMMER

Tell me, Ethel. Were they?

-What? -Calle and Mrs Rehnskiöld...

-Were they a couple before? -What is it to you?

I know, but I saw them dancing on Midsummer. It was very intimate...

Please, stop babbling about this. Is that understood?

Yes.

-Someone else said she broke up... -Good morning.

Hello there.

Try this.

-God, that's tart. -No, it's sweeter than ever.

Alright, let's see...

The day has come...

-What day? -Your day.

We'll have three of the perches and one cod.

You've been selected.

-You must know... -Hang on, one pike-perch too.

You must know the Order of the Privateers?

Yeah, I've got some idea of your sort.

It's totally mad that you haven't already been selected.

Don't you have to have a connection to the archipelago?

Indeed. You are head chef at the best restaurant in the archipelago.

-Could you please sign here? -Sure.

At first I thought I would select Mr Löwander, the restaurateur.

But then I realised that it's you, Mr Backe, who is really in charge.

You're the captain.

I'll have to see, I'm quite busy.

-Very few get selected, Mr Backe. -I see.

-Very few. -I see.

-Almost no one actually. -That's a pity.

I understand that you didn't want to talk at mum's

but can we please talk now?

Hey.

Erik, please.

Say something. What are you thinking?

I've got a load of questions.

Alright.

Ask me then.

There's no point.

-Why not? -I don't know if you'll be honest.

I thought it would be different now.

-It is. I am different now. -No, you're exactly the same.

I'm not the same. I don't think that's fair.

I know I should have told you that I was working.

I'm ashamed of that.

It's not the same as...

Working is not the same thing as an addiction.

You should definitely accept that.

I don't feel like getting chummy with Hilding Rundström.

There's lots of others there too.

They're good to know when you run a restaurant out here.

-Johan was a member. -I know.

What did you want?

Who else apart from Nina and Calle were still in Enevik when you left?

-Who was there? Lots of people. -Yes, but from the staff.

That bloke in the kitchen, Frank.

-Maltebo. -Yes, Maltebo.

Some serving staff, and Ethel's kitchen maid... What's her name?

-Annika. -Yes, Annika.

Are you still playing Sherlock Holmes?

Hi!

Hi!

I've missed you so much.

-You look tired. -I'm fine.

-Good evening. -Welcome.

-Good evening. Welcome. -Lovely to be here.

Don't worry about that. They'll get it.

It's not all finished yet, but...

We're...

It's lovely.

-Yes. -Really nice.

Look, my old record player.

-Hey. I'm going to be happy here. -Good.

Come to mummy?

Yes.

Isn't this fantastic?

Look at this view. We could go swimming there.

Can't we?

Is that my bed? That's your bed.

I wasn't actually quite there until the end.

No, I see.

Who was still there when you left?

I don't know for sure who was still there, Mrs Löwander.

I understand. But you must have seen someone?

Yes.

Did you see Mrs Rehnskiöld?

At the dance... Yes, yes she was.

-Was she still there? -Yes, Mrs Löwander.

-What about Svensson, the chef? -Yes. They were dancing.

It was Midsummer, many of us were dancing.

That's why we were there. I mean, they were dancing normally.

-Not weirdly. -No?

There was nothing odd about them dancing, I mean.

That's all I saw.

Then you can go back to work, Annika.

Thank you.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-May I have a cup of coffee? -Of course.

Do you mind helping yourself, or shall I call for Karen?

I'll help myself, thank you.

-Has Erik left already? -Yes, he's in Copenhagen.

I see.

It looks like we might get a nice day today after all.

You've made our rooms very nice, thank you.

Dear Nina, we don't need to chat all the time.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure you never dreamed about living here at Graveholm,

and God knows I didn't dream of having you here.

But this is the situation now, so we had better make the best of it.

Yes.

Did you catch anything?

We did.

-Hi. -Hi.

Wow, look at that. Look at your lovely fish.

-She caught a frog as well. -Did you catch a frog?

It was really nice.

That's nice.

Look, a boat.

Can I put it in?

-Did you see daddy this morning? -Yes.

We always get up early to have breakfast together

before Erik leaves for work.

-I mean, Mr Rehnskiöld, of course. -Of course.

Come on, Christina. It's time for us to have lunch.

Look, you're all wet...

We'll have to get you changed.

Stensson, if the worst was to happen, and the restaurant caught fire...

What kind of investigation would the insurance company do?

I suppose that depends on what they are trying to investigate.

-When the Westlunds had their fire... -That's right.

Then people were talking about him having started it himself.

-Really? -Yes.

-And that's terrible. -It's criminal.

Where I'm from you'd rather go into the fire than hear that talk.

-Of course. -Yes.

That's why I'm wondering how one would... investigate that.

-That would be for the police. -I don't want that.

"Gustaf Håkansson, 66, known as 'Super Grandpa'

was not allowed to take part due to his advanced age.

Then Håkansson decided to ride the course anyway.

To the surprise of the organisers,

Håkansson completed the first leg before the younger competitors."

How can he possibly be faster than the competitors?

He rides at night as well.

He never sleeps, he just rides.

-That can't be good for you. -He can take it.

-He's from Skåne. -That's not his fault.

Mr Roos, the Order of the Privateers are waiting in the lobby.

Excellent.

I had better get changed.

-Will you be alright? -Sure, chef.

I should ask you to do this spectacle instead of me.

Best of luck.

-Rundström. -Yes.

Ceder.

-Brother. -Thank you, brother.

Stensson.

Ceder. Grab this.

Svensson. Mrs Löwander wants to see you in her office.

-Now? -Yes.

I can't. Backe is away and we've got a full dining room.

I think you should probably go. She said it was important.

Alright. Take over here.

Shut the door, please, Svensson.

Have you had a relationship with my daughter?

It's a simple question. Have you had a relationship with my daughter?

With all due respect, Mrs Löwander...

I'd prefer if you asked Mrs Rehnskiöld about that.

I suppose that's the answer.

People saw you together late on Midsummer's Eve.

So there is still something going on.

Nothing is going on, Mrs Löwander. I can assure you.

I don't think it was a coincidence, that Nina fled on Midsummer's Day.

If there was ever something it's behind us now.

-So there was something? -Yes.

There was something a long time ago.

Svensson can go look for another job.

Yes, Mrs Löwander.

You should be ashamed.

What do you think Nina is looking for with me?

Excuse me?

I really care about Nina.

I've never loved anyone like I love her.

And I've...

I'm the only one who has never tried to turn her into someone else.

-You and her husband both... -Please, be quiet.

-That tone is not acceptable. -Let me finish.

You and her husband both try to give her a life she doesn't want.

It makes her miserable.

I've never done that.

-I want her just the way she is. -That's enough from you.

Yes, I'm finished.

So, if you can please put this on.

-A bag over my head? -Yes.

It's part of the ritual. You need to walk the plank.

-The plank? -It's symbolic.

You must die to be reborn in the Order.

-You want me to put a bag on my head? -It's a symbol for death.

When you remove it you see the light that is the Order.

-Brilliant. Does it feel okay? -No.

-Excellent. Can you breath? -Hardly.

I'll be right back.

-Excuse me, get out of the way. -What the hell?

Don't bring in the bloody plank.

What idiot decided we need a plank to select people for the Order?

It's not the Order of the Timber-men, is it?

The statutes say there should be a plank.

-That's why we have a plank. -I'll tell you...

-Where are you going? -I'll be right back.

Anders, you can't go now.

You're the Patre Justitia .

Hello?

Excuse me, could you tell me who made the rhubarb pie?

The rhubarb tartlet? Ethel?

Could you come here? Did you enjoy it, sir?

It was just as I remembered it.

-Why has he got a bag on his head? -I don't know. Come.

-Why do you have a bag on your head? -Mind your own business.

Never mind the horrible man, Eva.

I knew from the first bite that you made that pie.

There's nothing like it in the world.

-Are you living in Sweden now? -Yes.

I have been for years.

I remember you living in Paris for a long time.

Not that long. A few years.

Paris is something aspiring artists have to do.

Yeah, I remember you saying.

Ethel, it hurt me a lot when you broke off our engagement.

-Did it? -I was heartbroken.

I was depressed. I could hardly get out of bed.

I didn't notice.

-No. -You didn't even reply to my letter.

I suppose I was too proud to show you how I felt.

Oh well...

I was quite down myself.

But did you expect me to wait for a poor artist daub? I don't think so.

Daub?

-Didn't you think I had some talent? -Talent?

You had talent, and you were stubborn.

But a lot of people were, and are, without becoming famous artists.

I must say you have been a great inspiration to me.

-I don't think so. -You modelled for me so many times.

You stood there and daubed with your clay.

-Yes. -Guess what?

I think what you really wanted was to get my clothes off.

Do you now?

I did manage a few times.

I don't regret any of it.

It was a wonderful time.

May I ask when you last visited the Thiel Gallery?

Has anyone seen my glass?

No, Mr Backe, close your eyes. You're not supposed to see this.

We're almost ready.

I know your type. You don't belong here.

-I must ask you to leave immediately. -I recognise you too.

You used to get pissed with Johan Löwander.

If I remember correctly, I threw you out on the street once.

Last time your name came up Johan was against it.

-Because you touched up his old lady. -Ceder, shut up!

Dear... gentlemen.

I don't think I'm enough of a pisshead to qualify for this Order.

Have a nice costume party.

Mr Backe, I do apologise. Don't go.

You'll get medals, a sash, a hat and everything...

I never want to hear of the Order of the Privateers again.

I won't do that. Trust me.

My expectations were low, but it was a lot worse than I thought.

Those bloody idiots.

What's up? Did you burn a sauce?

I...

Helga fired me.

Starting tomorrow.

Helga!

Stig?

You can't fire people in my kitchen without talking to me.

-Calm down. -You fired my best chef ever.

-Are you mad? -He confessed.

Confessed what?

He's been having an affair with Nina, so he can't stay.

I've always trusted Calle.

I even protected him when you wanted to fire him. Remember?

I was wrong then, and you are wrong now.

He's fired, and I don't care to discuss it.

Then I'm leaving too.

-Are you now? -I bloody well am.

If I can't decide who I work with, I will go somewhere else.

This is the one and only case where you can't decide.

If they had an affair, then there was certainly two of them.

-Is she not to blame? -Of course she is.

Like when we were seeing each other, was that only my fault?

That's in no way comparable to this!

-Why not? -You're impossible to talk to, Stig!

You're impossible to talk to!

There.

-I've resigned if you can't stay. -There was no need for that.

I know.

But it's not up to her to decide who works in my damned kitchen.

-Did she tell you why I was fired? -Yes.

It's so bloody silly.

-I'm sorry that I... -I don't care about that,

as long as you do your job in the kitchen.

It will be alright.

Helga will realise what a disaster it is to lose both you and me.

Maybe it's for the best.

Don't look so down in the dumps.

Don't take any other bloody job, or I'll be pissed off with you.

We'll see.

-Bye. -Bye.

You work all the time.

Isn't it time for a break?

Yes, it might be.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

-Don't you want me anymore? -Of course I do.

But?

When we do this...

do you think about him?

My gosh, Nina... I'm sorry.

You did brake off the engagement for him.

Then you worked with him without telling me.

I'm trying, Erik.

I'm trying as hard as I can all the time.

Can we please just try to be a real couple?

Please.

What is it?

What can I do?

When we were in the car you asked what I was thinking.

Yes.

Did you sleep with him on Midsummer's Eve?

No, I didn't.

I'm sorry.

-How about some rose hip soup? -Of course, that's nice.

-Biscuits. And glasses. -Some glasses...

A little girl...

-Whoopsie! -Are you going somewhere?

-We're going to the lake for a swim. -I see.

Did you mention that to your husband?

No, he's not at home.

I don't want to be... But you should probably tell him.

Why?

He and Mrs Rehnskiöld have asked me not to let you go out on your own.

I think we'll be alright. We've been there so many times.

-I could come with you? -No, thank you.

...Gustaf Håkansson from Helsingborg, Sweden's own Super Grandpa...

He appeared a minute or so ago with a wreath over his shoulder...

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Or good afternoon, more like.

Good morning.

When did you get in?

Around one. I got the last ferry home from the island.

I didn't know you had a day off.

I mean before your holiday.

No, I didn't know it myself.

What do you mean?

I was fired.

-What? -But on the bright side

it means we get a longer holiday.

-Why were you fired? -I argued with the boss lady.

-Helga Löwander. -About what?

She thought I didn't show respect, but never mind.

-I'll find something else. -When do you even speak to her?

It doesn't matter. I'll find something else.

I don't quite understand... What did you say to her?

I told you it doesn't matter. What's the problem?

You were upset we only had one week, but now we have all of July off.

-Can't you just be happy about that? -Sure.

Hello!

I don't want you to take Christina out on your own.

-Why not? -It's a risk to her. You're not well.

I'm not sick anymore, Erik.

Kerstin told them not to go on their own, but she didn't care.

Just don't do it again.

Erik!

-Rehnskiöld. -Hi, Nina. It's me.

Hello.

-Hi. How are you doing? -Fine.

Alright.

I just thought I would give you a call...

and tell you that I know about Calle.

That he had an affair with you.

You don't have to say anything, because he confessed to it all.

What I'm wondering is... Has it always been Calle?

I mean...

Was he the one who got you pregnant?

I don't have to discuss that with you.

No.

Anyway, I have let him go now,

so you don't have to run into him if you come to visit us.

Did you let him go?

Yes, Nina. I can't employ people who go behind my back for years.

That's not acceptable.

How can you be so bloody heartless?

No...

-Don't talk to me like that, Nina. -But you can say what you want.

You can do whatever you want and not think it hurts anyone.

What do you mean?

-Before the suicide attempt... -Before the accident.

-No, it wasn't an accident. -Yes, it was.

No, Mum, it wasn't an accident!

Listen to me.

I tried to kill myself.

Because I didn't want to live anymore.

I understand that you don't want to acknowledge that

because the last thing you said to me...

was that it was my own fault that I was feeling terrible.

It was my own fault.

And then you left me there.

You abandoned me...

when I needed you the most.

I've only ever been happy with Calle.

He's the love of my life.

Don't call me again.

The last ferry is in half an hour. What's it going to be?

Do you want me to leave or stay?

I've thought about it some more.

About Calle.

You have?

-I will give him a second chance. -Good.

If he apologises to me properly.

-Good luck with that. -I shouldn't really, considering.

Tell him quickly, because every single restaurant in Stockholm

will be trying to get him.

But you'll stay?

Or?

Go down to the dock, and I'll be there soon.

Do you remember these?

I've always kept them on me.

Now that we were coming out here this summer, I wanted to show you.

I suppose I was hoping...

Never mind what I was hoping.

I can't believe you kept them.

We wrote letters every summer.

Except the summer of 1930. I was at the Stockholm Fair.

That was a long summer when we couldn't see each other.

Let me read something to you.

"It's raining so much, and I miss you so terribly.

Johan has been in a wretched mood, and all we do is argue.

I don't know how much more of this I can take.

In the darkest time I imagine us dancing at Midsummer in Enevik.

You held me tight around my waist, and the world disappeared.

There was only you and me. I keep that moment hidden in my heart.

And life can't take it away from me.

Your love, H."

I suppose that is what happens when you meet at Midsummer's Eve

because it's exactly what you need.

I understood from our previous conversation

that you wanted to discuss your medication.

That's right.

I need a repeat prescription for Veronal.

I've run out.

So much batter. Look how much batter...

GIRL WITH RHUBARB, JAKOB FOGELBERG, B. 1891

Subtitles: Sara Palmer www.plint.com