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LOVE ME

I look like a matador.

LAW FIRM Am I next?

Hello...

-Well, I think I've got all I need. -OK.

As far as I'm concerned, there's just one problem.

Unfortunately, it's a rather big problem.

I understand.

You have to stop dressing like me.

Yes, absolutely. I'm sorry, I...

I didn't know you'd be wearing blue, with blue...

I'm just messing with you. I was kidding.

You looked terrified! Oh my God!

-Awkward, wasn't it? -Yeah.

This looks great. The job is yours.

-Great! -Let me show you around.

OK... This is the divorce section. Family matters.

-It's not on my wish list exactly. -I just want to have her home.

Don't worry, dad. I'll pick her up.

-What's the undertaker's name? -Fredriksson.

I'll call you when I've picked her up.

-Thanks. -Enjoy yourself. Bye.

-What's that? -Cardi-pants.

-Part cardigan, part pants. -Nice.

Could you put my name on the door?

In case you get a cardi-pants delivery?

-What? -You're standing in my hall-

-with a packaging box. Life is so crazy sometimes.

-Do you think we're moving too fast? -Yes...

...considering we were on our first date two weeks ago.

It's moving pretty fast.

-But you asked me to move in. -I know.

You said it would be ridiculous if I didn't.

-Did I say that? -You did. Ridiculous, you said.

You also said that we shouldn't waste any time.

Stop it!

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

I just hadn't pictured today as the day we moved in together.

-We haven't moved in together. -I know!

Clara, I don't need to live here. I'll have my apartment in two weeks.

I can stay at a friend's place if this is weird.

-Weird? -If this feels weird.

-This doesn't feel weird. -You're sure?

Yeah. Zero weird.

-You're not exactly ecstatic. -Oh, but I am.

This is how I look when I'm ecstatic.

I'm also a little scared. We don't know each other.

But we're getting to know each other.

-OK? -OK.

-So I can move in? -Yes.

Thanks.

I don't know his surname.

Well, well...

-Could you pass the salt please? -I love salt.

Me too.

-We know it's not good for us. -But damn it, what's good for us?

Sugar isn't good. Neither is salt.

Are we to have any fun at all before we kick the bucket?

Kersti was always nagging me about using too much salt.

She nagged me about everything in fact.

I would meet an early death if I put too much salt in my egg.

If I used too much butter my cholesterol levels would shoot up.

If I had a glass of wine I should think of my liver.

There was always something that would lead to an early death.

It's rather ironic when you think about it.

Here I am, more alive than ever-

-and she's no longer with us.

-Sir? -Yes, my wife would like more tea.

Of course.

What can I do? He just won't listen.

Well?

I would have liked to have children, but it was not to be.

-What happened? -I found the love of my life late...

-...and then he died. -Oh, I'm sorry.

You don't have to be. I'm over that now.

I think I would have been a good mother.

-I'm sure you would. -You don't even know me.

Precisely. Imagine that?

-How old is your oldest? -Clara, she's 37.

Mentally, she's about 17.

She hasn't found what she's looking for.

I thought you said that she was an obstetrician.

-A senior obstetrician, actually. -Why do you worry about her?

She hasn't met anyone. I don't think she's happy.

-Are you happy? -Hungry?

-What? -What?

-Are you thinking about food? -Happy and hungry...

-...one doesn't rule out the other. -No.

-Do I make you happy? -Do I make you hungry?

I'm a model, I'm always hungry.

I love you.

There's something that I... What's the matter?

-What is it? -I don't even know your surname.

How can I love someone whose surname I don't know?

What's your name?

Antelope.

-Is your name Antelope? -Yes.

It's Flemish.

-It's nice. -Thanks.

-My name isn't Antelope. -Phew!

-Tell me your name then? -Krut.

-Stop it. -I'm serious, my name is Krut.

-Really? -Yes.

-Krut? -Peter Krut.

Antelope was quite nice actually.

Peter Krut.

Can you love me now?

I don't know if I can take you seriously.

Sounds like you work in a circus.

I can see it before my eyes: You being shot from a cannon.

A human cannonball.

That's what I should be doing. Damn! I've wasted my whole life.

Then he showed me the office. It's enormous!

Glass walls with views over Stockholm.

You haven't even started your law studies yet.

He knows that, but he said they needed ambitious assistants.

This could lead to a permanent job.

How will you know it's what you want to do with your life...

-...when you've finished college? -I don't know.

-You don't seem happy for me. -Of course I am.

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

-This fucks up my plans. -What plans?

-My Cyprus plans. -Your Cyrus plans?

I've been asked to DJ in "The Bear Cave" in Cyprus from May.

And when did you plan on telling me?

Now! I found out about this yesterday.

-How long will you be there? -I don't know.

-As long as they'll have me. -"The Bear Cave"?

It's the biggest venue in Ayia Napa.

-How much does it pay? -Well...

I plan on taking a diving instructor course during the day.

I'm not stupid. I know that DJing won't make me rich.

But diving instructing will?

If you don't want us to go, then I won't go.

-You want both of us to go? -Well, would you prefer...

-...a long-distance relationship? -I would not.

I can go with you to Ayia Napa for a few days.

But rotting away in Cyrus, middle aged, drinking Fireball...

-...not my dream scenario. -It's no worse than rotting away...

-...in a city office made of glass, if you ask me.

-No one asked you. -I'd feel like a fish in an aquarium.

Honey, please!

You've got 3 minutes to spare. Can't we talk?

Then I thought, she must have stopped vomiting.

But she was only getting started.

That's when I knew she was the woman for me.

How long do I have to listen to this?

As long as people ask how we met.

-Was that the first time you met? -We met at 7-Eleven.

Famous for its romantic ambience.

-It wasn't love at first sight. -Really?

No, I irritated you. I had opinions on sugar.

You tried to charm me out of buying candy.

Never deny a sad woman candy on a Wednesday night.

You were so annoying, even though I knew...

-That you would be with me always. -That I wanted to sleep with you...

-...and that too, of course.

I wanted to sleep with you too the first time I saw you.

-Tonight? -Your suggestion.

-Let go of his hand. -When are you moving in together?

Are we going to tell them?

-Tell us what? -What do you have to tell us?

-Tell them. -What's going on?

-Are you pregnant? -No, I'm not pregnant.

-What a question! -Well, you're being so dramatic!

We were talking about moving in together.

-Are you moving in together? -Oh, give over!

-Is it true? -I've moved in already.

-Really? -You're moving in for two weeks...

...until you get access to your new apartment.

-Two weeks, no more. -Peter, move in with me. I'm serious.

I'll get rid of Sasha and the kids. They mean nothing to me.

You and me. We can cuddle up, talk about life, drink wine...

-Play chess. -He plays chess.

Of course he plays chess!

Marcus Schenkenberg, eat your heart out.

Oh my God! - Clara, don't mess this up.

-I'm serious. -You've made yourself clear.

You know, I think I like him a lot.

-Am I moving too fast? -You're almost 40.

-I can count. -Have you talked about kids?

Look, I'm panicking because he's moving in for two weeks.

-But you're not using protection. -You know what?

-Please calm down. -I am calm.

-We need time. -You don't have time.

If you want to have kids you better start trying now.

Stop talking like you work in a fertility clinic.

-But I do! -Yes, but you're also my best friend.

-You're putting pressure on me. -Have kids with him.

They'll be so beautiful, which helps when they drive you crazy.

-From me to you. -An ovulation test kit?

As if it's a magic wand. Thank you.

-You're quite mad, you know. -Yes, I am.

-I've never felt so alive. -Me neither.

Stay in that feeling. I need to powder my nose.

What are you doing, Sten?

What kind of schizophrenic behavior is this?

First you're out there with butterflies in your tummy-

-and now you're in here crying like a baby.

Pull yourself together! Did you really think-

-you could find happiness again so close to my passing?

It's ridiculous.

Sten, are you in there? I don't want to disturb you-

-but I just got you a "sex on the beach".

I'm sorry! I was talking to a man in there.

-OK. -Did you see a man in there?

-No, there was just me in there. -Really?

I understand that you're having mixed feelings right now.

I mean what I said. I never felt like this before.

You make me happy when you say that.

But at the same time...

...I'm overwhelmed by guilt feelings.

Is it OK to feel this way when it's so close to her...

I feel like I'm letting her down.

That I'm being unfaithful even though she's not...

You know what I mean.

It would be strange if you didn't feel that way.

My God! You've lived with her for most of your life.

You can't wipe that away just because she's gone.

-I'm sorry. -No, there's no need to apologize.

-I feel so stupid. -You mustn't feel that way.

I understand.

I'm sorry if I'm being too forward, if this is moving too fast.

No, Anita! None of this is your fault.

It's me that...

It's me. I've given you false hopes.

-No, you have not! -Yes, I have.

I'm a grown woman. I can look after myself.

That's not what I mean.

I understand, but I would really like to be your friend, if I may.

Yes, you may.

Oh, this looks delicious.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

-What is it? -"Sex on the beach".

It's all the go these days, apparently.

-Is there peach in it? -It could be peach.

This is embarrassing. Eight times.

-Eight? You're joking! -Unfortunately, I'm not.

If you took your driving test eight times then you can't drive.

I know. I think I ran a red light the last time.

He was like: "Here's your fucking license. Get lost!"

-How long ago was that? -A long time ago.

How long ago? God, I'm getting old.

No, let's move on to the next question.

My turn...

-What's your favorite color? -Oh, please!

We're playing this game in order to get to know one another.

-That was a silly question. -Try again.

What's the greatest thing that ever happened to you...

...besides meeting me?

The greatest thing that happened...?

It's got to be when my son was born.

-I tried to tell you. -I didn't notice.

The opportunity didn't arise and I forgot.

-You forgot to say you have a kid? -I don't mean I forgot...

-...I wasn't trying to hide it. -It certainly seems that way.

-We're living together! -We are not!

-You made that clear. -Don't change the subject.

I knew it was too good to be true, that you were too good to be true.

-Where are you going? -To pick up my dead mother's ashes!

-Can I do that? -Stop this!

-You stop it! -Please stop.

Damn!

-Hi, how are things? -Good.

Hi...

-Are you OK? -Yeah, I'm fine.

-What's up? -Peter moved in.

-Oh! -He'll probably move out today.

OK...

I knew there was something wrong with him.

He was too good to be true. You don't date people like that.

There's no "Mr. Perfect".

-"Even the sun has spots." -Mom was right there.

-What's wrong with him? -He has children.

Well, he has one child, that he forgot to tell me about.

Isn't that ludicrous - forgetting to tell your date that you're a father?

Perhaps. I don't know.

I thought that maybe, just maybe, he was the one.

He doesn't want to involve me in his life, obviously.

Mom was right when she said:

"Never back the well polished horse. Pick one that looks a bit tired."

"That way you'll know he's been through stuff."

Hello? You don't seem very interested in my personal life.

Sorry, I thought you were talking about horses.

-It was a metaphor, Aron. -I understand.

-A comparison. -Yes, but if he's "the one"...

-...does it matter if he has kids? -How will I know he's "the one"?

-We're here now. -Yep.

I hate this.

We're here to pick up our mom's urn. Her name is Kersti Matsson.

-Do you have an appointment? -Yes, well...

Our dad said she was ready to be picked up, as it were.

-Why do we have to do this? -I understand.

-It must be so distressing for you. -Yes, quite...

...so it would be great if you could find her name there.

I can't imagine what it's like to lose your mom.

-You don't have to. So... -I'll go see if I can find her.

Great, thanks.

What was that all about?

As if mom's playing hide-and-seek in there.

How come an incompetent bitch like her has this job?

It's not exactly a sought-after job, handing out people's ashes.

-For Christ's sake! -You started this.

-I think I found her. -You think you found her?

We would like to be sure that it's her.

-What? -Please excuse my brother...

-...he's a little emotional. -This is about our mom.

-I'm fully aware of that! -Is that our mom? You seem unsure.

-Your reaction is normal. -Yes, since you don't know...

-...who's in the fucking urn! -You've lost a dear mom.

Don't rub it in. OK?

-Do you want me to sign for it? -Sign here. I need your ID.

I need to know exactly where you're going to spread her ashes.

-There are regulations to follow. -I can't do this!

-Why do her kids have to do this? -Here's my ID.

You shouldn't feel that you have to hide your feelings.

No, and you shouldn't feel that you have to talk to me in that manner.

Our lawyer dad has worked with inheritance law for 50 years.

We've grown up with death all around us.

Tell me where to sign. We can just hope it's my mom-

-we're casting to the wind, and not somebody else.

Yes, we're casting her ashes to the wind.

-Do you have a permit? -Yep.

-From the County Board? -From the County Board.

Good. I just need to seal her...the urn.

-I'll be right back. -I would appreciate that...

...so that we don't spread whoever is in there-

-in a place where we shouldn't.

-This is fantastic. -Jesus!

Look here!

I thought he could walk on water. He can't.

-Leave him be. -He can't even swim.

Now then... Here's your mom. Here's the paper to prove it.

-Oh, proof that we've got ashes! -This is so crazy.

-OK. Thank you very much. -You're welcome.

-I'll just take her away. -See you!

I doubt that very much.

-Hold this. -What are you doing?

-I need a cigarette. -Have you started smoking again?

-It's bad for your health. -Tell me all about it.

And it's stupid.

Here...

I got that job at the law firm, by the way.

-You did? That's great! -Thanks.

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

You don't seem over-excited.

Elsa wants us to move to Ayia Napa.

-Are you serious? -Elsa is.

And she'll live on DJing?

She wants to take a diving course too.

-Seriously? -That's what she wants.

I don't want to get involved in your relationship but...

Do you ever think that you two may have grown apart?

-The thought has struck me. -And?

I believe in us. I believe in eternal love.

-Look at mom and dad. -Well...

They loved each other till death.

-They fought all the time. -No, they didn't.

They fought all the time before the accident.

After the accident she felt sorry for herself and dad became anxious.

-They loved each other till death. -OK, if you say so.

I don't think it's strange that Peter has a kid.

Neither do I, but he could have told me.

-There may be a reason for that. -I haven't heard it.

Show a little respect for the people that care about you.

Maybe he could teach you something.

-OK. -Cool thing to do.

Would you like me to pick it up and quench it in the ashes?

Must you always overreact?

It's like a combination of physical and verbal Tourette's.

-Think before you speak. -I do!

I find it hard to deal with emotional situations.

-I try to lighten up the atmosphere. -Well...

...it's not going very well, is it?

I'm grieving too, Aron.

-I miss mom every second of the day. -I know. We all do.

We all do.

I can smell smoke off you.

It could be the urn.

-Hi. -Hi.

Oh, Mr. and Mrs... This way.

How many times must I tell you? I'm not his wife.

His wife died recently. Stop reminding him of that.

Of course, madam. - I'm sorry, sir.

What did you say to him?

I keep telling him that I'm not your wife.

-Anita? -Do you want separate tables?

-No, we don't need... -Yes, please.

-Of course. This way, madam. -I'm sitting here.

Here? Thank you.

Please, sir.

Could you wait just one second?

Here, please.

Separate tables. Not too close, not too far.

It will be fun.

I shouldn't have kissed you yesterday.

It felt so right. I find you very attractive.

I know I said we can be friends anyway.

-Yes... -But I don't think that's possible.

Madam. - Sir.

-Well, enjoy your meal. -You too.

-You're asking the wrong person. -Who should I ask?

You're my best friend. I need your advice.

Here's my advice: Don't move to Cyprus.

Do I tell her to go alone?

Come along, Churchill. - Yeah...

...if she wants to move to that decadent shithole, then so be it.

-It's always her way or no way. -That's not true.

Give me one example.

-Did she ever ask you... -Elsa is the love of my life.

-We've been together forever. -One year.

Almost two. We're going through a rough patch now, but it will pass.

So what do you have in common, besides the sex?

-Why shouldn't sex count? -All young people like getting laid.

Gabriel García Márquez said: "The problem with marriage is"-

-"it ends every night after sex and must be rebuilt before breakfast."

-What else do you have in common? -We watch TV series.

-Having stuff in common is overrated. -"Birds of a feather stick together."

Did some philosopher say that? Look, he pooped.

Good boy, Churchill!

It's been two weeks since he pooped. Hold that, please.

Just make sure you don't wake up in Ayia Napa fifteen years from now-

-with the wrong girl. You're smarter than that.

I can't put you there.

Maybe you're right.

You can't love someone whose surname you don't even know.

You're like...perfect.

And I love you so much it's painful sometimes.

I feel a oneness with you.

When I hold you close I don't know where I end and you begin.

And what you're trying to say is...?

I'm saying: Fuck it, let's do it! Ayia Napa, here we come!

Whatever makes you happy makes me happy.

I love you! Eternal love, you know.

Elsa

Say something.

I slept with someone.

Is there apricot in this?

-Is there apricot in this? -Peach.

Yes, peach.

Hi.

-Hi. -I've been to the spa.

-Oh, lovely. -Yes, it was.

Might as well make use of it now that my stay is coming to an end.

You only live once.

Some say more than once, but I agree with you.

My daughter told me I mustn't stop living...

-...just because Kersti passed on. -Your daughter is very wise.

I don't know about that, but she says the right thing sometimes.

I know what you're going through. I've been there too.

Tell me... Who was she, your wife?

She was...caring.

She changed after the accident-

-but I could still see the woman that I...

-Why these balloons? -They were the only ones left.

-Maybe you shouldn't have bothered. -Maybe.

-What if he feels like shit? -Of course he feels like shit.

Elsa was unfaithful.

-Oops! -Oops?

-Is that all you have to say? -Aron, we're all feeling like shit.

-Did you call dad while he was away? -I was very busy.

-I feel so bad that I didn't call. -Me too.

He was probably feeling so bad he wouldn't have answered.

I found a "deal with your grief" course that would be good for him.

-What the hell?! -No need for that course after all.

Hello! - My kids, Clara and little Aron.

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