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We humans think we're in control. But the truth is...

All it takes is a snowstorm, bad Wi-Fi, and one glass of wine too many,

and the facades crumble.

And when our true selves emerge, it's game over.

THE STORM

PART 1. THE CALM BEFORE

So this storm that's coming now, how big is it?

I don't want to say doomsday,

but I've heard people with more journalistic credibility mention it.

I've also noted "class 3," "doomsday," "stay inside" and all that,

but how serious can it get?

Doesn't matter. If they say to stay inside, I'll stay inside.

-Yeah. - That's me.

Last but not least, we have CEO Henrik Müller from Müller Group.

He's the one who's promised to invest here,

so he's mainly the one we want to impress tonight.

Hey, Siri? You know Müller Group?

Müller Group owns a number of hotel and restaurant chains...

...in Norway, Finland and Sweden.

- Now I know them. - Right. Good.

But all this is completely irrelevant.

They're here because they're Filip's old friends from business school.

And to celebrate his birthday.

Internally, I call it a "soft opening."

But of course, to celebrate his birthday.

So there'll be cakes and speeches, singing and dancing and...

It'll feel super casual, but planned down to the last detail.

You know what...

Please keep an eye on Henrik. We don't want him pulling out now.

But Henrik, this is unsustainable.

All roles need to be reassessed. The board convenes tonight.

- Tonight? - Yes, tonight.

- What the hell? - Well...

They can't remove me.

I have no idea what they're planning.

Just keep an eye on your phone. I'll keep you updated through the evening. Bye.

Hey, papi.

Hi.

You told her we're leaving in ten minutes, right?

- I did, yes. - Yeah?

Then, one does wonder where she's gone.

Dogge, you need to stop playing. The babysitter's coming soon.

Is he a bit warm?

Warm? No...

No. No.

Nine minutes to go.

Are you wearing those?

Yes, I'm wearing these.

- Okay. - What?

Nothing, just that there's a snowstorm out there.

Yes, but we're not eating outdoors. Are we?

No.

- Dogge, you packed, right? - Hasn't Mom done it?

- Oh, for God's sake... - I'll do it!

- Is no one helping? - Take it easy.

Eight minutes to go.

No, they've pre-booked taxis to take us home at two.

- Douglas? - What?!

Come on, we're in a hurry now!

Seven minutes to go.

So we can't just leave when we want?

Honey, we're here now.

Can't we try to make the most of it?

They're looking forward to meeting you.

Right.

Nattis just sent you a selfie.

And that damn dog...

Are we going to a party?

Yes, we are, sweetie!

Peekaboo!

Jacob, what happened to your face? You look like a five-year-old.

I'll take that as a compliment.

- Hi, darling. - Nattis!

Beautiful as always.

Hi.

- Should we have dressed up more? - We? You mean me?

You've dressed up to the nines, honey. No one will miss it.

And here we have Oscar and Kina.

- Hi, nice to meet you. - Nicholas von Rosenstjärna.

Good day, good day.

Hey... Why have you been hiding this handsome man?

This here is nothing to be embarrassed about.

Oh, I can't stand it! How lovely!

Wow, Ninni!

Do I look lovely?

Oh my, oh my, oh my.

What is this...?

- Don't touch. Fendi, costs 35,000. - Damn!

I love it as much as I love my children.

- You must really love your children. - I really do.

And you're doing Gucci, right?

Yeah... Well, yes, exactly, or... They're so comfy.

- Yeah. - Come on, let's go.

Hey. Müller.

What god-awful weather you're heading out into today.

We'd like to sit up front. Please open that door. We like privacy.

I hope you're not in a hurry.

No need to drive like a snail just because it's snowing.

- Oh God! Are you okay? - I'm fine.

- Should you have worn the other shoes? - It's not the shoes, it's the surface.

- Don't go, Dad! - What is it?

I love you, Dad!

- Dad loves you. - Yeah.

We did something right, didn't we?

What's the Wi-Fi, Dad?

Some of us, at least.

How excited are you to see what they gave up the city for?

I've never been more excited.

Now it's going to be one hell of a party!

- Okay, so we'll serve canapés at 6:15. - We will.

- And the canapés will be? - A surprise.

No, no, no surprises. We have a set menu.

Yes, I know, but it's like...

Scallops at this time of year, where would you even find them?

In the fridge.

Okay, but I didn't look there. But it's fine, I'll sort it out.

You didn't look there?

I have the situation under control.

Okay, what's that?

These are my magic little mushrooms.

What the hell, Petter, please, are you out of your mind?

Magic mushrooms?

This isn't Punk Royale. Get it together!

It's shimeji! Japanese cooking mushroom. Chill out, for God's sake.

Who do you think I am?

My psychedelic mushrooms are in here.

Hey, Siri? Are you not feeling well?

I'm fine, thank you for asking.

I've been working since 1:30.

Yes, and it's now 5:37, so there are a few hours left on your shift...

- This is a damn daycare center! - Easy, honey.

Don't work yourself up, honey. It's not good for you.

- What if he pulls out. - He won't pull out.

We're so screwed if he doesn't invest.

Henrik is a man of his word.

We haven't left anything to chance. Nothing can go wrong, okay?

Own the calm.

I own the calm.

No smoking in here!

PART 2. BREEZE

Through the yellow door there.

Oh! Hi!

Hi! Come on in now.

Wonderful.

Damn, Filip, this isn't where you'd have thought business school took you.

This is what we call the cocktail lounge.

It feels like I've ended up in Narnia, Fille.

- Help yourselves to the champagne. - God, how lovely.

- Just go ahead. - Thanks.

I mean, this room, Carro. The work! It's incredible.

- Yes, we've kept a lot of... - No.

- I'll wait a bit. - ...the original features.

I ran into your little brother outside. I heard he's doing the food.

Yes, tonight that's how it had to be.

But after the next round of investment

I think we'll have managed to lure a chef from Frantzén.

He's very experimental, Petter.

- Bordering on limitless, I'd say. - Yes...

He's very talented.

Yes, he was just named young chef of the year in the White Guide.

There you go.

- But young doesn't mean good. - Sorry. I mean...

- I don't want to be the one who... - Then don't be, honey.

No, but it doesn't feel like the wind is dying down.

- It's going to pick up. - It's going to pick up.

It dies down. It always dies down. Wind dies down.

- No, I want to stay sober. - One sip, to calm your nerves.

- There. Look. - Thanks, honey.

- The taxi driver, should we ask if he...? - If he can be on standby? Smart.

Sometimes, yes. Take it.

Everyone, take your glasses and follow me, I'll show you to the dining room.

- Exciting! - I just need to grab my jacket.

Honey, come on.

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

Tour.

Can you stay for a little while?

In this awful weather, I probably have to.

Leave the meter running and you might earn a decent sum.

- Oh God, I couldn't do that. - Yes, yes, leave it running.

And bring your coffee and drink it inside. You'll freeze to death out here.

I can sort out a room for you.

Yes.

Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Filip Happy birthday to you

Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray!

Thanks, everyone. God, you're wonderful.

Right...

Dear friends, welcome.

Hey, thank you so much.

Wait, did I hear a little "cheers"?

- Honey, he's giving a speech. - I'm just a bit thirsty.

Is it okay if I carry on, Ossi? Or would you like to...?

- No. - Then I'll carry on.

- The floor is yours. - Okay, thanks.

Go on, honey.

Ever since we studied at business school together,

we've talked a lot about fulfilling our dreams.

For some of us it's been a slightly bumpier ride,

and for others it's been a bit more straightforward.

- Henrik, Henrik, Henrik! - Ossi!

We've been through a lot together,

and that's why it feels special to have you all here.

It feels incredible that you are all part of this journey,

as our dream is finally coming true.

The dining room.

Yes, this is the room that will eventually become the dining room.

- The dining room? - Yes, exactly.

Hold on tight, because here comes an old anecdote.

- Oh! - Okay...

You see, in the late 1600s,

there was a group of crazy friends, not unlike our group,

who had a party in this room to celebrate finishing the house.

- Was the weather this bad then? - Yes, it actually was.

Okay, we'll start with a tin of caviar. Spoons are on the table.

- Holy shit, that's a big one! - Petter, thanks.

- Filip, would you like to continue? - Yes.

- I've kind of lost the thread. - The anecdote.

- The people from the 1800s. - 1600s.

Chill out, Aunty Green. Potato, tomato. Ages ago.

Filip, you were telling us. The group and the snowstorm...

- Right, it was snowing. - I want to know why they were crazy.

No, they weren't crazy. They became crazy because they ran out of oxygen.

- No, no... - Here, in this room?

- Out of oxygen? - Yes.

That's not why you're telling the story, is it?

Oh no. Oh, oh, oh...

- That's not why... - Why did they run out?

It snowed so much that the snow sealed up the windows.

- And they all just died? - Yes.

What?

No! No, no, he's just kidding.

- Forget what I said. Cheers and welcome. - Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Darling...

- Honey, you too? - Yes, yes, cheers.

Cheers. Good, Filip.

It sounded better in my head.

Do you want him thinking we haven't invested in a good ventilation system?

- I'm saying it came out wrong. - Yes, thank you.

You know how goddamn much is at stake here.

- I mean, I should... - Honey, no harm's been done.

- Except that everyone will want to leave. - No.

Yes.

Why would they want to leave? They only just got here.

Everyone thinks everything is lovely.

Don't work yourself up.

It's not good for you.

God, stop touching my belly all the time!

So... Let me come around and top you up.

No, no, no.

Come on, Jacob. You know the chords.

- You play backup. I'll do the big part. - No.

Does everyone have caviar on their hand?

So let's... Yes.

And something to drink?

- Let's go then. - Yes, we're off.

CEO, CEO, that's what I'll be

CEO all day long I'll be big and strong

Bonus for the winners Taxes for the sinners

Hurry up, hurry up The CEO train won't stop

Yeah, ha, ha, ha Watch the rising star

For Barnevik and Wallenberg And Müller and me

And Müller, of course!

- God, how delicious. - Should we have brought graduation caps?

- Cheers, honey! - Yes, I'm in.

God, there's nothing I love as much as Russian caviar.

Doesn't it bother you a little, given the current situation?

No, but this is just...

It's only a special occasion. It won't be on the menu.

No, I understand. But it still feels strange...

Well, just eat it and think of another country.

- I'm sitting here thinking of Italy. - Oh?

- Tinto, la luna... - Okay, Ossi!

- Signora... - Oh, signore!

A question from Aunty Green. Are we getting real food later?

Of course.

Petter...

Damn!

- Magic mushrooms for the main course? - Don't joke...

- IT LOOKS REALLY BAD! - WHAT'S HAPPENING?!

Henrik?

- Is everything all right? - What do you mean?

I just mean, is everything all right...

- Did I hear "cheers"? - ...with you?

The third time I was mugged and beaten up,

I said that's it. Enough's enough.

I couldn't afford any more PTSD therapy.

So I left the city and moved here.

And I haven't regretted it for a second.

I mean, the calmness up here, the people, no stress...

Here.

I mean...

No way!

Is this for me?

Oh, wow.

No way. I mean, look at this.

This is the most beautiful thing I've seen.

The king could live here. What a treat.

I mean, the towels are laid out, and Kleenex...

And a bathroom.

With a bathtub. Pure luxury.

I don't have a bathtub at home, so this is...

- Heads up. - What?

Ouch!

Damn!

Hi, sweetie. It's me. Call me when you get this.

I just want to check how you're doing.

I'm thinking of you so much.

And Dad, Dad's thinking of you so much too.

That's not what I sounded like.

What was I supposed to do? Did I have a choice when she just:

"Here are your stilettos, put on the glitter thong."

"Take pole number five. It's free."

And you took it.

It was about showing respect. "Okay, let's go down low... Deep knees!"

- Yuck. - Hey, you dirty boy...

A few years ago you would have loved to be up at that pole

grinding away like that, you little creep.

- Does this bring back memories, Jacob? - Please...

If Kina had seen me at that pole, there would have been no wedding.

No, there wouldn't. That's correct.

What? If I'd seen you, I'd have said: "Mm, give me a little lap dance."

That's exactly what your sick puppy of a husband did too.

- No? - Yes!

- Yes, you did. - You did, Henke.

- I felt sorry for him. - Okay, so it was out of pity?

So you stuffed cash into my glitter thong out of mercy? Remember that?

- I almost wish I'd been there to see it. - What do you mean? You were there.

- I wasn't there. - You were!

- You were there. - Absolutely not.

- Of course he was there. - Yes, he was.

Because I remember... We shared a room.

I'll never forget how he crawled around naked

looking for Smurfs...

Jacob, that was the good old days, before you became a non-drinker.

When you were fun and wild. Oops, getting a bit too funny? Need a breather?

But whose idea was it even to go to...?

- Come on now, dear. Stop sulking. - I'm not sulking.

Baby, I dropped my lipstick. Can you see if you can find it?

- What do I do if Mochi needs to pee? - Just take him outside.

- Right. - Preferably outdoors.

Nattis, I can take Mochi.

- Are you sure? - Yes, I'll go. Mochi, come.

Let's go for a wee.

I can't see anything.

Petter, Petter...

There you go, sweetie.

Come.

Wasn't it Henrik's idea? Henrik, weren't you the one who suggested Bulgaria?

Bulgaria?

It's like your two brain halves become one whole...

- Right. - ...half.

- Are you following? - Yeah, more or less.

It's like they expand your consciousness.

You think, you feel, you see 360 fucking degrees, man.

It's on a whole other level.

I don't need to expand anything. I just want to get the party going.

For me it's self-medication, pure and simple.

I start on a little microdose, feel it out...

and kind of land.

Then it's just smack, boom. "Talk later. Good evening," basically.

"Good evening," okay. Should we try it now, before...

Oops, this is no microdose, is it?

- You said you wanted to party, right? - Yeah.

Ossi? Ossi?

Here, here, here.

- Honey. - Hi!

Carmen called. Douglas has a fever, so I'm heading home.

Douglas will be just fine, honey.

Can you come with me?

Now.

How can you say that? You have no idea how he's doing.

That's not what I meant, honey.

I meant he's at a hotel with a babysitter for a few hours.

- I think he'll be fine. - Right...

Can't we grownups be allowed to have a little fun?

Honey, I'm not asking you to come with me.

I'm letting you know that I'm going home.

Now it feels like you'll be mad if I don't...

No, I'm not going to get mad at you.

Both of us don't need to be there. Stay, have fun. Okay?

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

- Just take it easy. - Yes, I always do.

- Take the dog out. - Yes.

Shall we go for a little wee, Mochi?

Feeling a bit urgent, are we? Yeah, I can tell. You want out.

Out we go for a wee. God, what awful weather.

Let's just do a quick wee.

We'll just... Just a quick wee right here. There.

A bit further out.

No!

Mochi?

Hello?

Hello?

What the hell!

- It's not what it looks like. - It looks like you're taking a bath.

Well, yes, actually. I don't have a bathtub, so I thought it would be nice.

Okay, you know what? I'm ready to go home now.

- Take a taxi, then. - But...

You're the taxi. You were supposed to be on standby.

But I can't drive in this wind.

It's too risky for everyone involved.

- Hi, sweetie. How are you doing? - There's no Wi-Fi.

- Poor thing. - I'm not feeling well at all.

It's for your own safety.

- When are you coming home? - Now.

No, wait, wait, wait!

Miss?

Miss?

Hello? Miss?

Hey, you can't...

Good, there you are.

- What? What's happening? - Time to leave.

Yes, we're leaving. Come on.

Oh God.

All right.

It'll be nice to get home to Douglas.

- Start the car. - It won't work. What's wrong?

It's got an ignition interlock. You need to blow to start it.

- I have to blow into this? - Blow.

- "Blow longer. Redo the test." - Blow longer, then.

Get your lips ready. Two...

Now!

There, and blow, blow, blow... There.

Okay.

Come on, come on, come on...

- Come on, little car. - This takes forever.

- Can you skip past it? - Don't touch it, please. It's loading.

- It's stuck. - No, it's spinning like crazy.

- Can't you see? Around, around, around... - Yes, I can see.

Now!

0.33.

- Have you been drinking? - "Have you b..." Are you kidding me?

- You forced those drinks on me. - No, I didn't force...

Don't mess with me now. I said, "I want to stay sober."

- I said, "You're more fun if you drink." - You never listen to me.

- It lifts your mood. - Why do you never listen to me?!

PART 3. FRESH WIND

- Come on now. - Damn!

Damn!

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Ouch! - And those fucking loafers!

Damn!

But politics isn't exactly my side hustle.

It's not about politics, it's about human rights.

But I don't use my Instagram for that. You know that.

No, you use it for likes and attention.

Evenings like this make you wish you drank.

Then I think you should start.

Who knows, someone nicer might pop out.

Hey, could you drive me home?

- I don't have a driver's license, honey. - Why not?

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm getting very hungry.

It's on its way. You can smell it from here.

Where did Mochi go?

You know what? I'll head down and check how it's going.

- Where's Mochi? - What?

- Where's Mochi? - Mochi?

Mochi?

I've never seen anything so beautiful.

Now I'm going to teach you everything I know. Salt!

Salt, pass me the salt. Salt! Come on.

You add a little, like this. It doesn't have to be perfect.

The important thing is that it tastes like something. You get me?

There, good. Something like that.

- Mushrooms. Oh my God... - Which...?

Come on now! Mushrooms, my dear.

There we go.

Then this goes in, and we just let it stew a little.

Let it stew, get to know each other,

and then it'll dance down into this beautiful bowl.

Bowl...

Now these little darlings are coming out.

Ouch!

Ouch!

Ouch, that hurt! That was hot.

That was really hot... Ouch, it really hurts! It really hurts.

Fuck, that hurts!

For God's sake...

Petter!

What's going on? The main course should have been out twenty minutes ago.

Petter burned himself.

It says so right here. Main course 7:30.

- Why isn't it out? - Why are you asking me?

Because you work here. You're here to help me.

You could say, "Can I help you, Caroline?"

Then I can say, "Yes, you can. I'd like the main course out, please."

But I don't know if it's ready. I'm not a chef.

No.

But since the chef seems to have burned himself, we need to work together.

- Help out here. - With what?

With anything at all!

Oh my God. Fucking idiot.

- He should be here, regardless... - Of whether he's high?

Is he high?

This is very strange. Now it says Mochi is "out of reach."

Hey, everyone, did you hear?

Nattis has had a GPS fitted into Mochi's little rhinestone leash.

There's a GPS in Mochi's leash?

That's exactly how my dog walker reacted.

I said, "It's strange that when you're out on a long walk,

the GPS is at the local bar."

- So, shall we get the party going? - Yes!

Turn up the music a bit, liven things up.

Here, now! Look.

Nattis, here.

None shall pass this way, this way Without saying their true love's name

What is his name?

Okay, dancing man. That's enough.

Henrik, Henrik is his name

- Hey guys, can't you hear? - Yes, I can.

- What are you drinking? - Booze.

The same for me, please.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

- Woo, Nattis! - You sure?

Yeah, I like your moves...!

I want to go home to Douglas, and I may have locked in the taxi driver.

- You may have done what? - I've locked in the taxi driver.

Down there, with a cane...

In room four, in room number...? I'll handle it.

- But look, the food's coming now. - Yes.

- No, no, no, where are you going? - Nowhere.

But...

Right, let's see.

Oops, sorry.

- There, some food. Here you go. - Thanks.

Some shimeji, Japanese cooking mushroom.

There... Now!

Some food...

He's moving!

There you go.

Maybe you walk around here, sniffing around.

And here you get a scent...

Hello, can someone open up here?

I'm locked in.

Hello?

Help!

Hello?

- Please? - Hello?

- Hello? - Hello?

Hello?

- Are you...? - Yes.

Yes, I'm here.

Thanks, buddy. I'm a little claustrophobic...

Hello?

- Ossi? - What?

- What's happening? - Oh, for God's sake...

I...

Mochi.

What?

Mochi.

- The dog? - Yes, he flew away.

Like a damn mitten in the wind. A limp damn mitten.

I was gonna take that little bastard out, and then...

We're here. Everything's great. I was just gonna take him out...

Oscar! Take a deep breath, okay?

- Okay? - Okay.

Tell me what happened. Okay?

I was supposed to walk Mochi.

And everything was great. He was happy.

And when we got here I opened the door, and then...

I asked him to step out so he could pee.

And then a gust of wind came, and just...

Whoosh, it went. Then... He just flew. He weighs nothing, the little bastard.

- So now I don't know where he is. - Okay.

- He's not here, anyway. - Okay.

We need to talk to Nattis.

No, no, no!

- She's going to kill me. - Filip!

Kina's going to kill me. There'll be more up there who want to.

- Nobody wants to kill you. - Why do people even get dogs?

- There are plenty of reasons. - It's insane!

- Listen. - Yes.

- We'll fix this. - Filip!

- How? - Can you bring the parmesan?

Just stay calm. You go up for now. I'll sort it. Okay?

- Yes. - I've got it.

Okay.

Oh God, what a relief.

Please, can someone let me out?

Filip!

I...

Finally!

Wow, someone's in a hurry.

Honey...

The mushroom stew is all gone. Good.

- I can go check if there's more. - No, there isn't.

- There's no more. - No?

Science has never proven that aliens have never visited Earth.

This meat is so tender.

- Did it go well? With the taxi driver? - Yes.

Isn't it just? It's always like that when it's free-range.

The military and those in power see no gain in releasing that.

The occult hierarchy that controls everything above what we know and see

is, believe it or not, pretty smart.

I missed the beginning, so I'm not quite following.

Me neither.

- Are we talking Illuminati now? - You are.

- He who laughs last laughs best. - No one's laughing, honey.

Why you think we're here?

- Did I hear a little "cheers" just now? - Yes, cheers!

Cheers, everyone. This is great.

No, no, no...

They want to turn us into quislings to carry out their agenda

in exchange for material wealth.

I see...

- Watch yourself there, Henrik. - Stop it.

What a strange cheek you have.

- Do I? - It's drooping.

Enjoy it you hope?

Young man, what do you say about... What's your take on the Illuminati?

Okay, okay, thank you.

- Thank you for the presentation. - You're welcome.

Oh, sorry.

So you... Can you head down?

Yes. I'll grab a chair, it's fine.

- Are you going in here? - No, no.

Am I supposed to...? I mean, this is bizarre.

- Hey guys... - Okay, where were we?

Carro, this place is truly incredible.

Thank you. Wait till you see the spa. You can really unwind there.

Is he going to sit here?

Did you call a doctor? Why? Is he that sick?

It's not good.

Okay, can you keep me on FaceTime so he can see I'm here?

Are you here?

No, I mean I'm not there, I'm here on the phone.

- On Wi-Fi. We have Wi-Fi. - Yes, at Stureplan.

- Oh God! - It's completely absurd.

Keep me on then.

She thinks the square is her little paddock.

- Well, let her think that. - It's completely insane.

Oh...

How did it go?

Nicholas, have you been drinking, or could you drive me home?

What does it feel like when you're having a stroke?

He's not having a stroke, but he shouldn't drive.

It's like God has split me in two.

Nicholas, try drinking some water.

- Sorry. - No worries.

You are relieved of your duties as CEO of Müller Group, effective immediately.

- I'm not resigning, dammit. I am Müller. - You have no choice.

- It's my company, and my... - Your...?

My Group.

- You have to admit it's kind of funny. - Honey?

She wants to be called a horse. It's "who she is." You just...

The news will be released at once. I'm truly sorry.

She can stay at the farm. We have plenty of paddocks.

Of course it's up to her. It's just very funny.

No, you say that everyone can be whoever they want,

but saying something and actually meaning it,

that's not quite the same thing. You can say something, but you have to...

Good God! Are we starting to run out of oxygen in here?

- What? - No.

Now you woke up, Henrik. Welcome to the party.

I'm not really sure what you're getting at, Nattis.

Of course you should get to be exactly who you want.

- But with certain exceptions... - With certain exceptions, I'd say.

Things are pretty damn confusing right now. No one knows what's what anymore.

It's simple. You have your biological sex, your internal or external genitalia.

Then you have your gender identity, which is what you identify as yourself.

Genitalia...

Then you have your gender expression...

- Filip. - Get a grip. Petter, cut it out.

Then you have your assigned gender, the one registered when you were born.

Then, Henrik, you have your legal gender. That's in your passport.

And then your linguistic gender. That's the pronoun you choose to use.

- Isn't that what names are for? - Exactly.

- Right? So you know who's who. - Quiet now.

- Who is... - Is everyone happy with the food?

- Everyone's happy, honey. - Yes, it was delicious.

Wait, wait, so you're giving up now? Are you done?

- You just throw out a few things... - You're really on the warpath, Nattis.

All she said was that a woman is jumping around Stureplan

with a bridle and blinkers, who identifies as a horse,

and that it's kind of weird.

And sure, I'm really no expert

on furries or gender incongruence,

but maybe you have to admit that's why I find it ridiculous?

Who knows? If she feels she really should have been born a horse, fine!

But is it the end of the world if it doesn't say "horse" in her passport?

- But if she... - Because she's not actually a horse.

But Henke, if she feels she's a horse, can't she just be one?

What does it matter?

- If she wants to live her life as a horse... - Yeah?

Go for it! Go for it!

I'm sure it's great fun to prance around and graze and stuff,

but she can't really expect everyone around her

to pat her on the mane or give her an apple every time they see her.

Jacob, you're being awfully quiet. Don't you have an opinion?

Don't drag Jacob into this.

Here's the thing. You're welcome to feel strongly

that you were born with the wrong gender or that you're uncomfortable in your body.

But maybe you should also be a little damn grateful for what you got.

Because one day, it could all be gone.

- Oh. - Champagne?

Aged in the earth cellar, from '63. So this is really...

- Old stuff. - ...a treat.

Did I hear "cheers"?

There!

- Now it's gotten weird. - Cheers?

How are you doing?

Pretty amazing, actually.

We've just been to the Turks and Caicos Islands. Have you been?

The water... Crystal clear.

When you're lying there on the catamaran, reading Gabriel García Márquez,

and the crew serves you an ice-cold lemonade, you can't complain.

Apart from war, famine and the climate crisis in the rest of the world.

Yes, terrible. It's hard to stay positive right now.

- But on Turks and Caicos it's easy. - You can't complain on Turks and Caicos.

You're scaring me now, Jacob.

Where's the quick-witted idiot who always had a comeback?

Who holds court, talks before he thinks, plays every instrument...

I've stopped playing.

I see.

Have you heard what these idiots are talking about?

Are we at the same dinner? Hello?

Where is he, the real Jacob?

Let him out. Who is this?

- I am myself. - No, you're not, Jacob.

We were best friends.

Weren't we? Do you remember?

- Now you're stuck with that one. - Stop it.

- You walk around in a damn camel coat... - Loro Piana.

...and a hairband that creeps down year by year, instead of up.

- What's going on? - I take vitamins.

What the hell... You take vitamins?

Okay, so your glow-in-the-dark dental veneers are natural?

Cut it out.

Stop reading pretentious Latin American novels

and drinking raspberry soda with a straw.

Just stop. Stop being someone you're not.

Oh, no...

One Hundred Years of Solitude is a masterpiece.

Put on some Strokes, maybe. Their first album.

What did you say? Book a table?

They have intermediate courses.

But you know what, I'm so damn tired of intermediate courses.

You want to have a good time, and then some damn burrata shows up.

FORCED OUT AS CEO

What?

Praise is something we all love. It's humanity's fuel.

- Everyone goes for it. - You do, Ninni.

There's no one, Carro...

There's no one who makes us feel as strong and great as an obstetrician.

No, I think it'll be fine.

Yes, I think the little baby will be fine. It'll be fine.

"I think it'll be fine"?

Of course it will. It'll be the most amazing thing you've ever experienced.

I don't think you understand.

- Is it okay if I smoke a little? - Yes, yes.

It's okay.

- Filip, do you want to sit down? - Sure.

- So strange... - Maybe you could go back to your seat.

I don't think you understand this feeling

when the head is just pushed out through your vagina.

- Where's Henrik? - That connection...

There's nothing that beats that closeness. There really isn't.

- I think it's quite sad... - Okay, I'll start without him.

...to say that the closeness to your child depends on whether you carried it.

- The glass is clinking. - Yes, but she can wait.

That's not what I said.

You said exactly that, that it's the only real closeness.

- Nattis... - You're pissing on all other ways.

Nattis, please...

Sorry, Ninni, but I just have to ask.

Why did you have all these children if you're never with them?

Do you want validation, maybe? Do you want to feel seen?

- Nattis... - Why did you do it?

How I wish you'd gotten to feel real love, Nattis.

- Let's see then... - Okay, sure, Ninni.

But maybe we should help the children who can be helped.

Instead of bringing new children into this disgusting, dark, horrible world.

You know it's hard to adopt, right?

No, I have no idea... Please, tell me, have you tried many times?

How nice that you thought of all the homeless dogs before getting Mochi...

Calm down, calm down!

- Damn it, Nattis! - It's fine. No harm done.

- It's a Fendi! - It's fine.

- Damn it! It's a Fendi! - Take it easy, it was just a discussion.

Let's calm down. There's no harm done.

- Do you find me funny, little man? - Everything is funny.

- Well, thanks! - Ninni, let's put salt on that.

- Salt? - Yes, salt absorbs the wine.

Can everyone sit down so she can give her speech?

- That will all work out. - Yes, you handle it.

Hey everyone, can we... Sit down.

- Yes. - Ding, ding...

Wow...

What a night!

Wow!

Well, this didn't quite turn out the way we'd planned.

No, not really.

But there's a lot to be happy about, despite that.

- Henrik isn't here now... - No.

...but I'm naturally thinking about this estate.

It's a very special place for us.

And we hope it will become a magical place for so many people.

So therefore, my beloved...

beloved husband, life partner and best friend...

I am so...

damn happy and grateful

that we dared to take the plunge.

And I never would have done it without you.

Because you are...

You are my rock.

And you really are that...

steady one you want to hold hands with when the wind blows.

And as long as everything...

I don't know, as long as we get to be together...

Well, then things can just turn out however they turn out.

Thank you, honey. You are so lovely.

- So cheers! - Cheers!

Cheers to our life's work!

- Damn! - What the hell was that?

- Mochi! - What's happening?

PART 4. STRONG WIND

Everyone stay calm. Sit down. I'll go down and start the...

You're not starting anything. You stay here. I'll take care of this.

They're your friends, and we can't make it without their money.

Now you find Henrik and make sure you're all having fun.

- Where the hell is the dog? - He got scared.

Hello!

You go down to the kitchen and start on the dessert now!

- Sure. - Be damn careful...

Mochi? Mochi?

You can't see a damn thing.

- Mushroom... - Mochi?

- Mochi, sweetie? Mochi? - Carmen, can you hear me? Can you hear me?

Mushroom.

- Where are you? - Where's the kitchen?

Papi, where are you?

- Mochi? - Down the stairs.

- It's Mommy! - Right, yes. Thanks.

People are starting to say things they'll regret. Let's go home.

- Not quite yet. - Yes.

- No. - Yes, yes, yes.

- Carmen! Can you hear me? - No, hey...

- What happened to the internet? - You little...

What a tiny little kitchen door.

Hey! What kind of mushroom was it?

- What a complicated way in. - Hey!

- Is there anyone with a driver's license... - Damn, it's swaying.

...who isn't wasted and can drive me home?

Honey, let's stay calm now.

- Stay calm? - Yes.

- I want to get home to our son, who's ill. - He has a fever. Kids survive fevers.

- Kids survive wars. - But they don't!

- I need to get out of here! - Honey, that was stupid of me.

"Have fun." Now we're having fun.

- Honey? - Okay.

Me, needing validation?

What a goddamn joke. That's the dumbest thing I've heard.

Stop!

Did you drug me?

Yes, not on purpose.

You drugged me. You little shit! Hey!

Jacob, wait. That's gin.

- Yeah, that's what you all want. - What?

For me to let the old me out.

To give the audience what they want.

So it took a power outage for that spark to light up...

- Ossi... - Mochi, where are you?

- Keep the party going, I need to... - Sure. Yes, yes.

Okay, keep the party going.

Honey?

Mochi?

Mochi? Mochi...

What the hell?

I'm here, baby.

What did you say? Baby?

Fuck, how can it be so goddamn hard?

There.

Henrik?

- There you are. - Turn it off.

- What's happening? - I'm so ruined.

- What do you mean, ruined? - I'm so goddamn ruined.

Okay.

But what does that mean, or...

How ruined?

- Properly goddamn ruined. - Okay.

Right, I...

I understand this might be an insensitive time to ask,

but what happens with the invest...

Okay, okay, okay...

There.

You know what, we...

We'll have that conversation another time.

Damn stupid house!

No, sorry. Sorry, I take that back.

Good vibes. Good vibes.

Okay.

Let's go.

You think you can beat me, huh?

But you can't, let me tell you.

Now you'll see.

Come on.

- Don't start it. - What?

Forget it. Let's call it a night.

- Call it a night? - Yeah.

I didn't order lemon curd cakes for 8,000 kronor

to not serve them. Are you out of your mind?

Honey...

Honey, honey, look at me. Look at me.

- You need to calm down. - Okay.

Okay?

- Why are you getting so worked up? - Why?

- Yeah, why are you so...? - You know why!

We've invested everything we own in this goddamn property.

Everything.

So now we make sure your very important friends

think this is a really great place to be

so we get that last investment

and can get this goddamn business going!

- The idea was that it would be enjoyable. - But it is enjoyable!

Right.

Now you go back up there

and keep your friends in good spirits, because we need them.

- No, we don't need them. - Yes, we do.

No, they mean nothing to me. They can all go to hell!

I don't care about the property either. Burn the whole thing down, I don't care.

I care about you, honey. About us.

Honey, you need to listen to me now.

- Henrik won't be able to... - Now you keep quiet!

And help me hold this together here. There.

Hi.

- Can I help you with something, Caroline? - Yes, you can.

Go to hell, Siri.

That wasn't very nice.

Shut up, you goddamn robot!

- I need help whipping the cream. - Yes.

Damn...

Okay.

What the hell...

Okay.

Here.

Hi.

Hi.

Where are you going?

I'm going to hell for a bit.

Great, sounds fun!

Goddamn boomers.

Come on now, Jacke!

Aren't you going to dance?

What's this then? Look.

Now!

And back up again. Jacke!

Hey!

Now I'm reeling in the catch!

One more time!

Yes! Voilà!

Yes!

Go, Ninni!

Ninni's getting it!

Time to put this on.

Come on, Jacke!

What?

I don't understand how it happened, or...

- ...who cooked... - No, I can't hear any more.

- Filip, I'm about to faint here. - I've wrapped up the remains.

- What am I supposed to do with that? - It's time to talk to Nattis.

Okay... And what do you think I should say to her?

- "Nattis, we accidentally ate your dog"? - Say whatever the hell you want.

- Everything's going blurry. - Ossi, take this now.

Take this now!

- What? - Take it!

- There. You've got this. - What?

It'll be fine.

- Okay? - God only knows, man.

Oh, Mochi...

Well, no.

What the hell am I doing?

What the hell...

Ossi! Ossi, Ossi, Ossi.

Come, come, come.

I...

Okay.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Nattis, I'm so sorry.

I can't do this.

Hello?

Help!

- Can someone help me? - Damn, Kina...

- How did this even happen? - Can you open?

Yes, wait.

- It's frozen shut. - So typical.

- I'm so cold. - I get that.

What on earth have you done?

- I was digging a bit. - Okay.

I don't want the oxygen to run out.

I want to get home to my son and I have no internet.

I don't want to die.

You're not going to die.

Nobody is going to die, okay?

One, two, three, four Stayin' alive, stayin' alive

- And blow! - Yes, yes, wait.

- Blow life into him! - Yes, I will.

Okay...

Well, look at that!

- Hi, buddy! - Hi...

- Hi, little guy. - Yes!

Holy crap, what a relief!

- Are you alive? - Yes.

I think you just dozed off for a bit there.

- Did I? - Yes, but you're fine now.

What the hell?

I'm going to grab something to wipe your face with.

Thanks.

- Where's my dog? - Wait...

What?

- You sick bastard... - Shouldn't we let him wake up first?

- Where's my dog? - What breed is it?

For fuck's sake! I just said that...

Let go now, I'll catch you.

I'm not letting go!

How are you getting down, then?

I don't need your damn help, pothead! I can manage myself.

Alright. I'll go fix the dessert in the meantime.

No, don't go!

No...

Letting go now!

Shit! Buddy!

How did that go?

Hey! Give me the antidote!

What goddamn antidote? What?

Hey, stop fighting it.

- Just join me. - All right.

Flow...

Brother...

Hey...

There's your antidote.

Hey! I'm going to kill you!

I'm so damn tired of everyone judging me.

You've been staring at me since I got here.

Well, do something then.

You think you're so damn big and strong, huh?

But I am Henrik Müller!

Get that through your head!

I can kill you with my bare hands!

- How are you two doing up here, Carro? - I can buy the entire zoo...

- We're fine. - ...and shut it down!

- We're doing great. - I don't believe you.

I don't believe you.

Sure, it's nice being self-sufficient and all that.

Mother Earth is doing well, and so on.

But honestly, Caroline, what the hell does it matter

when the world is heading straight to hell anyway?

When we're all going to drown in the great flood before long.

Or be roasted alive in the sun.

Like freshly grilled Kentucky Fried Chickens.

You think you can hide behind this fancy manor.

But you can't. You know what?

Peekaboo! We can still see you.

We can see straight into that bottomless

black hole you have in your chest,

that nothing will ever be able to fill.

I know how you think.

You're thinking that once you've got this dump fully financed,

people will come flooding in from every corner of the world,

you'll become financially independent,

and you'll get to lie there on your canopy bed with your legs spread,

making babies, being saintly and bossing the staff around.

But that's not how it will be. Do you know how it will be?

You're going to end up so goddamn lonely.

And in debt.

And poor and bitter and mean to each other,

so you won't be able to spend time in the mountains

without getting panic attacks or psychosomatic psoriasis.

You know nothing about us.

- Don't I? - No.

I know you're just as insecure and scared

as a small child in an orphanage.

I know you've gone all in on this goddamn backwoods property

that you think will be transformed into some kind of Grand Hotel on Ice.

But let's be honest.

If you can't get this drafty old place going within a couple of years,

which you won't, then you're just one thing. One single thing.

You're fucked.

Do you have any sparkling wine or something to liven things up...

Hope you enjoy it.

I see you, Jacob.

I like your true self.

I mean... I'm just a cab driver.

Is this really necessary?

Shouldn't we check with someone upstairs, if maybe someone has

seen Mochi or taken him?

Yes, check up there.

I can't even touch dogs. I'm allergic to pet dander. I...

Yes, now... Okay.

I'm asking one last time.

Where is my dog?

I think it's hard for him to answer with the tape...

You keep quiet!

Are we playing hide and seek?

Here I come.

Where are you, my little, little, tiny one?

I know you're here.

I know you...

Now I know where you...

No, not there...

Hey!

Now I know... Now I know where you're hiding!

Hey! That was the worst hiding place you could have found.

What? Let me see.

It's... the most beautiful thing I've seen.

I want to crawl in under her tin skin.

Oh God...

I see you, Jacob.

- Do you see me? - Nope.

- Tell me I'm lovely. - No.

What the hell!

Cut it out, for God's sake!

What is wrong with your goddamn need for validation?

Jesus!

Go sober up, for God's sake.

And eat something, for God's sake. It's worrying to look at you.

Thanks!

And get a new stylist.

You're not exactly Kim Kardashian.

You look more like a glittery pipe cleaner in that dress, honey.

I know that Carmen is a trained nurse

and has looked after children her whole life. I've done a background check.

And I know the storm has reached 25 meters per second,

because I have eight weather alerts on my phone

bombarding me to the point where I'm about to lose it.

I know I can't dig a five-kilometer snow tunnel

without clothes and without GPS, because then I'll die.

I'm not stupid. But...

The feeling of just sitting there watching

as everything goes straight to hell isn't an option either.

Are you okay?

Caroline seems to be doing well.

I've never seen such a beautifully pregnant woman.

She's truly glowing.

Yes...

She's hanging in there.

This farm is our life's dream, but...

YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD FILIP & CAROLINE - JUNE 30, 2015

I mean, I...

I love her, but...

- It's just not... - Easy?

- No. - No.

No.

- When has a relationship ever been easy? - It was at first.

All relationships are easy at first, when you're newly in love and blind.

Then you start to see.

Then you can choose between divorce or putting up.

Wow... That's incredibly romantic.

It is romantic. Yes, but it is.

I mean, take Ossi. You know him.

He's a pain in the ass. God, he's so annoying.

But he's also...

the one I hate the least.

We tolerate each other.

Day after day, year after year, disaster after disaster,

we choose each other, again and again.

There's something beautiful in that too.

The question is whether he'll choose me again and again

when I'll have to have both my feet amputated.

Well, maybe we should give those poor little things a little rub.

- You up for it? - Yes.

- God... - Okay.

Filip?

You fucking asshole.

PART 5. STORM

You fucking asshole!

"Burn the whole thing down, I don't care."

It's shining.

What the hell do you want from me?

Stop judging me, you hear me?

You little weasel boy.

You think I'm a nerd?

Maybe a little deranged?

But listen to my spoken word.

With rainfall.

And harvest.

How do I look?

I know you're innocent.

I won't let anything happen to you.

I've taken my responsibilities.

I've managed my inheritance.

I buy fur collars.

One, two...

Houses, horses.

I buy vacations to islands where no one has ever been before.

But that's over now.

"Oh, it's so goddamn wonderful to push the head out of your vagina."

Well, what the hell... Nattis?

Fucking hell!

I know... I know nothing!

No, he doesn't know anything.

- I kn... - Nattis, no. Think before you act.

I'll count to three. If you don't tell me where my dog is, you lose a finger.

How the hell am I supposed to know who I am when it's just roaring in here?

I can't hear what anyone's saying because there's a hurricane in here!

You're sucking out my soul. Goddamn house-fucking-farm-demon!

Who am I?

Why am I wearing this?

You were going to kill me.

Yes, I was!

- One... - Nattis, for God's sake.

- Please. - Two...

Please, spare me.

Fuck you, you fucking fuck. Three...

He's here! The dog is here. Here he is.

Holy shit!

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

- God, I cut off his finger! - Why did you cut off his finger?

Why did you do that? Damn!

- I'll reattach it. - That's my finger!

Ouch, ouch, ouch!

It won't stick! What do I do?

- Put it on! Put it on again! - I'm trying!

Don't you get it? It won't work!

I'm a finger short! What the hell!

- It won't stick! - It will, I promise!

That was my finger! It's my finger!

Damn, what a bump.

We need ice.

I can't walk.

I'm on it!

What if I die?

That would be way too soon.

- I can expl... - Shh!

- This looks... - Quiet!

Let me think, okay?

Okay, so here's the thing...

You two, out of here.

There...

I'm just going to get Mochi.

There, I won't be in the way.

I'm sorry. I was going to come sooner, but things got in the way.

That's fine. I know what that's like.

- Okay, but listen... - Yeah?

We'll fix this, okay?

We'll sort it out.

Take your time.

I'm not going anywhere.

I won't be getting any fares in this weather anyway.

- Emergency services. - Hi.

I'm jumping over the rainbows.

Okay, I've got this.

I'm going to die. I'm dying!

No, no. Are you alive?

You're sweet.

I need ice.

Ice? I'll get ice.

Oh, right.

The dessert. Fuck.

Like this...

I'm going to...

There we go.

That turned out quite nicely.

Absolutely.

Mini?

Right! Yes...

I'm coming! I'm coming, I'm coming!

- I'm coming! - Mini!

Wait!

What's happening...? Ouch, cramp!

That was close.

That was close, Mini.

Ouch, my leg.

My heel is stuck.

Oh, my leg...

Ouch!

Mini!

No, no, no, no...

No, no, no, no, buddy!

- I'm heading to the first aid kit now. - Good.

- When can the ambulance be here? - In 20 minutes.

Fuck!

- I'm so useless. - Hello?

- I'm not needed anymore. - Hello?

- Nobody needs me! - Hello? What's going on?

I think your wife needs you a little. And maybe your kids too.

- Okay? - Yes, you're right.

- It'll be fine. Repeat after me. - It'll be great.

It'll be fine.

It'll be great. It'll take 20 minutes. Then it'll be fine.

Papi, where are you?

Hi.

But...

Oh my God!

Oh my God! What...

What...

- What happened? - Oh, well...

I'm not quite sure.

From the beginning.

Well, I was given this room since they wanted me to wait,

and I came in and I was just like... "No way!" I said.

"The king could live here."

And there was a bathtub,

so I took a bath, since I don't have a bathtub at home.

And then...

Well, I slipped and I think I sprained my foot.

But I'm not sure. I mean, it could just be...

But then a woman took my car keys,

and I got locked in here, and then I got a leash in the eye.

But who did this to you?

It was a guy. How can I describe him...

He looked a bit like that actor... What's his name, in Deadpool?

Ryan Reynolds. Yes, he looked like him,

and then there was a woman who was short.

Well, maybe not that short. Around 160 centimeters.

Maybe that's not so short.

And she looked kind, but what she did wasn't so kind.

Or well, maybe she had a bad day.

I mean, people can feel a bit off sometimes, and then you take it out on...

We need to remove this. You need to go to a hospital.

It's dangerous. You could get blood poisoning.

Oh, thank you. You're lovely, you know.

Did you say I was lovely?

- Do you think he's comfortable there? - Yes, I think so. There.

- You don't need to be so rough with him. - No, I'm not. Now...

Now he's nice and happy.

Yes...

Bye, little Mochi.

Ossi, come...

Ho ho!

I actually crossed the line.

Where's the party?

I crossed the line. I lost it.

I'm okay.

It seems you weren't the only one who lost it.

Okay, I'm in the kitchen now.

Very good.

As I said, it's important to cool it down with ice.

There might be something in the kitchen, an ice box.

Can you find it?

- Hello? - Who the hell puts in empty ice trays?!

- Hello? What's going on? - Okay...

No, it was someone who had put...

It's important that you pull yourself together now,

take it easy and breathe.

Okay.

Did you find any ice?

It's very important.

There.

- Okay. I have ice now. - Good.

- Are you coming? - Yes, we're on our way.

I haven't had time to grit the road down to the house, so you'll have to--

Hello?

Are you still there?

Hello?

- Is this really...? - Tell me I'm lovely!

- This doesn't feel quite right... - Shut up and say I'm beautiful!

Should I shut up or say that you're beautiful?

Say you need me!

Hey...

Your entire self-worth was in your title.

Now you don't even have that. Now you're just...

a bear.

Where's that spa?

Repeat after me. "I need you!"

I need air.

Louder! Say that you need me!

I need air.

- Louder! - I need air!

It's so goddamn...

I'm here now, baby.

I'm here.

You know what, Ossi?

I've never liked dogs.

But when I realized I wasn't going to have children, I got him just to...

have something.

- No, no! What the hell! My Guccis! - Sweetie! You're alive!

- They're so goddamn expensive. - Hi, sweetheart!

This fucking, goddamn...

- Hey, Ossi! He's alive! - Yes.

- What would I do without you? - Hi.

- Oh, munchkin. - How strange.

Sweetie!

Hey, there you are!

We thought you were in the fire.

We have to celebrate this, munchkin.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

No, no, no...

No!

- For God's sake! - No!

Fucking hell!

Oops.

- Okay... - I'm going back to him now.

Can you get a response from the person?

- What the hell... - Is he awake?

- He's naked. - Okay, can you feel a pulse?

- Hello? - Can you feel a pulse?

- Okay, I can feel a pulse, but... - Good.

- He's got some kind of damn leash on him! - He's okay.

- That's not good. - Are you okay?

I'm okay!

You're okay, I've got you. It's all good now.

What's going on?

The kids are goofing around.

- Oh, that's a relief. - What did you say?

I may have farted a little.

Away with all evil spirits.

Bye, little house.

- They're on their way. - Who?

- The ambulance. They're on their way. - Nice.

What the hell? She's on fire.

Fille! Your wife is on fire.

Carro!

Hello? Are you okay?

I think I'm coming down with a damn cold.

Okay, let's take this party to the next level.

With DJ Os!

Os, we love you!

I'd like to dedicate the next song to this buddy,

my main motherfucker who nearly died tonight.

- He's alive! - A little song that goes...

Who let the dogs out?

Who let the dogs out?

Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!

Dogs out, dogs out!

Mochi! Mochi! Mochi! Mochi!

Exactly, like that.

Oh, damn!

I'm here! Watch out!

No, no, no!

Into the water!

Hello!

The water! Jump into the water!

- Come on up now! - Carro!

Hello, what's going on in there?

Grab her!

Open up!

Carro! Honey!

She's coming up!

- I'm here, Carro! Stay calm. - I've got you!

I can't walk. Ossi!

No panic! No panic!

And the belly!

Oh, honey!

Oh God, what happened?

Will you choose me again and again even if I can never walk again?

Yes, of course, honey!

No, wait! Wait now!

But you will be able to, won't you?

Stay calm!

- You're so strong in the water. - Can you get her up?

I've got you, I've got you!

I'm ready to go.

The dessert, should we serve it...?

Semi-prone position!

Those absolute fucking lunatics.

Lie down here.

Carro, the dessert, should we serve it in here?

I'm a man!

Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

What the hell is wrong with you all?

I'll set this over here for now, so you can think it over.

How is she doing now?

Semi-prone position and make sure you stay calm!

- She's okay, Fille! - The baby! What happened to the baby?

Oh, for heaven's sake, there's no child in that belly!

It's a fake belly, for God's sake!

Damn, that's crazy.

Prank of the year.

Shit.

Yeah.

We're having a baby by surrogate.

I imagine you, Nattis, don't think that's entirely politically correct?

- Yeah, crazy, some might say. - Oh God...

But some might understand if we'd told them about all our miscarriages,

failed IVF attempts and the adoption ordeals.

And believe me, I'd have been happy to tell,

if anyone had ever once asked me how I'm doing.

- How are you doing, Filip? - Shut up, Nattis!

I'm so tired of you. You charge your batteries through confrontation.

You think your strong opinions on everything make you morally superior.

But what the hell do you do about it? Wear a goddamn pin?

Post broken hearts on Insta? You just talk.

- You have opinions, but do nothing. - No, nothing.

- That's true. - Correct.

- Kind of. - A little bit.

Stop standing there nodding and agreeing. You're all the same!

You have your heads so far up your own asses that you--

Fille! Müller here.

Henrik Müller.

You've been so busy being the man that you've completely failed to notice

that your wife has become a drunk pill junkie who fucks anything that moves.

No offense, Ninni. I understand. We all want to be seen.

If we're not born narcissists, we're programmed to become one.

True.

Your wife needs your attention.

- Can't you see that? - I see it.

She doesn't care if you're CEO, CFO, or a caveman.

She cares about you two as a unit. Because that's what it's all about.

- Seeing each other, being there. - I actually agree with that, Filip.

You don't! You're doing headstands and the helicopter,

while I'm on my knees rubbing life into your wife's frostbitten feet!

What?

When will you drop the clown costume, Ossi?

Come on. Land, for God's sake.

You're needed. And maybe most of all by her.

Do you need her, though? She thinks marriage is about tolerating each other.

- If that's love, I want no part of it. - Filip...

- No, I'm not done! - No?

- This is my party! My birthday! - Congratulations.

You two...

- Now it's our turn. - Our...

No... No, I...

No.

I have no words.

No!

Is there anything you'd like to add?

Jacob? Anything you feel you haven't said tonight?

I've had a facelift.

No fucking shit.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Your face doesn't seem to know either.

You haven't said anything about me.

No, because you're the sanest person in here.

And that says a lot.

Yes!

- Filip, that's enough. - That's right, honey.

That's enough!

Calm down.

I love you so much it hurts.

But when our child comes, there won't be any less friction in our relationship.

You're panicking because you're not where you feel you should be at 40.

I've tied myself in knots trying to stand by your side.

I've kept it together!

I've tried to be the strong one, the steady one, the unsinkable one,

but I'm out of air now.

I have nothing left.

So, yes.

You're right.

That's enough.

Damn!

- What's happening? - The cops are here! The party's over!

- What the hell is that? - A car.

- I'm okay, baby. - I'm okay too, baby.

It's an ambulance.

- I thought we were going to die. - Come on.

Come here, baby.

Thanks for the party.

You're welcome. It was nothing.

Filip...

Filip...

- Are you leaving now? - Filip...

Honey, it's completely still. There's no storm anymore.

Filip...

Excuse me...

Did I hear an ambulance?

Has anyone died?

Is anyone dead?

Okay, Ossi!

Answer!

No, nobody died.

Not this time.

But something was still lost.

The illusion that we're in control.

That we're sensible. Civilized.

That we know who we are. What we're doing.

What's important.

Truly.

So what did we learn?

Nothing.

But we survived.

And apparently, my friends,

that's all it takes.

PART 6. THE CALM AFTER

Because... after a storm comes the sunshine.

- Nice dog. - Thanks.

What breed is it?

And when the temperature rises...

The Wi-Fi came back and the fever went down.

What do we do?

That's great, darling.

Well...

Carro.

Then the self-deception starts.

- The atmosphere! - Yes...

We repress.

So, what's your name?

Nicholas. Or Nico. Or Coco, for those close to me.

We trudge along in the same old rut...

No, it was fine. It's...

It's the soles. They can't handle the surface.

We pretend we've learned something.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

We feel the warmth and think: "Things are turning around."

I can smell an investment coming up. Ciao.

Honey, come.

We're struck by that little glimmer of hope.

Of a brighter future.

37,000... Who's paying for this party?

And we pretend that all the hard stuff never happened.

I'll get it.

We don't even think about how we survived.

Winter break starts here next week.

It's going to be one hell of a rush.

Just when we're standing there enjoying it with the sun on our faces

and a smile on our lips, it's all blown away.

- See you at Easter! - You know it!

Call it self-preservation.

Survival instinct.

Call it stupidity. Hell, I don't know.

The only thing we know

is that there will definitely be another storm.

Subtitle translation by: Karl Hårding