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‎Mom says Christmas ‎is a time for coming home.

‎But I've never understood what she means. ‎I mean, I'm already home.

‎You might want to be somewhere else.

‎What's wrong with Italy, for example?

‎If she's referring to my sister, ‎then I understand.

‎Freddie never comes home. ‎She left right after graduation.

‎-Don't forget the lunch. ‎-No.

‎-Will you finish the pitch? ‎-Mm.

‎She just works and works.

‎She says she loves the pulse, ‎but I don't think she enjoys it anymore.

‎She's going to get buried ‎with her laptop and earbuds in.

‎Hello, what are you doing?

‎We're recording.

‎Yeah. Are you okay?

‎-Hi, Mathilda. ‎-Hi, Margot.

‎Mom also says Christmas is a time

‎for starting over, making new choices.

‎I think it feels like ‎the same game being played day after day.

‎King, Jonas! King!

‎Did you see? Did you see that?

‎I saw.

‎-You're the best. ‎-I know.

‎2–1, awesome. Let's go.

‎Don't get me wrong. ‎I'm content. I love my life.

‎I think.

‎I mean, life isn't about doing

‎exactly what you want all the time.

‎Imagine I acted like Freddie ‎and thought about myself,

‎and let Mom, Dad, and Jonas ‎handle the store, and then just...

‎...leave.

‎What are you doing?

‎God! You scared me.

‎Look what I've ordered from China.

‎-For the market. ‎-A wheel of fortune?

‎Pulling winners out of a jar is so boring.

‎Yes. It's really nice.

‎Yeah.

‎It's left the warehouse in "Shenzenhen."

‎"Shenzehen."

‎Is that right?

‎Hey!

‎-Hi, my love. ‎-Hi.

‎-Honey, I spoke to the real estate agent. ‎-What did she say?

‎Jönsson wants one million. ‎I said there's no way he's getting that.

‎We'll offer 600, tops. ‎We have to install electricity, water...

‎And there's this other little detail of, ‎well, building the house, so...

‎Plus the cost of materials.

‎Ever since the pandemic, it has...

‎Right.

‎But shouldn't we wait a little?

‎Wait for that? Retirement? ‎We're the only ones without a house.

‎But what's this? ‎A little hormonal crisis? Huh?

‎-No. ‎-Huh?

‎It's lovely. ‎It's just by the water, south-facing...

‎-We can build a jetty, a sauna... ‎-Yes.

‎-Right? ‎-No, it's lovely.

‎I'm leaving.

‎Yeah, I'll set the alarm.

‎Oh, wait.

‎Can you help me change agent?

‎Yes, absolutely.

‎Freddie will be good.

‎Hi, sis. Is everything okay?

‎Freddie is the best.

‎What was that?

‎I can't hear you. I'll go somewhere else.

‎They're looking for a florist...

‎Are you awake?

‎I just have to pee.

‎So, what...

‎What did you say?

‎You wanted something, right?

‎-Just to check when you're coming home. ‎-Coming home?

‎For my birthday.

‎I'm talking to Freddie.

‎-Okay, kisses. ‎-Kisses.

‎I'm going to Paris with work this weekend, ‎and I can't back out.

‎It's impossible.

‎I also want to go to Paris.

‎I'm really sorry, ‎but I won't be able to come.

‎Yeah, I get it.

‎Of course.

‎But you're coming for Christmas.

‎Right?

‎I don't know.

‎What, you... You're going to be away again?

‎Who said "away" is here ‎and "home" is at yours?

‎-You coming? ‎-I'm coming.

‎-Hey, I'm at a work thing. ‎-What was that?

‎I have to go back inside, but...

‎I love you.

‎I love you.

‎You coming, Bobble?

‎Christmas, let's go. Here, shots.

‎-Shots! ‎-I need to get up early.

‎-Just one. ‎-Yeah.

‎-Come on. ‎-This is work too.

‎-Merry Christmas! ‎-Merry Christmas!

‎Okay, listen.

‎These men are dinosaurs. ‎They want to reach female entrepreneurs.

‎Where are you? Hurry up, I'm waiting.

‎Whoa!

‎-Watch out! ‎-Freddie! Over here!

‎Hell...

‎You're late.

‎-Sorry. ‎-It's an important account.

‎Get loose, okay? Boring guys, but...

‎It's juice! Hey, focus!

‎Go basic.

‎But not too basic. ‎Be tough. And be a bit sexy. Show...

‎Girls, we're ready in here.

‎Great, we're coming! Great!

‎Then you'll be made partner.

‎Okay...

‎Yes, the big...

‎The big corporations, ‎you have those already.

‎Now you want to reach businesswomen, ‎start-ups...

‎-Right? ‎-Exactly.

‎That's why you should work ‎with influencers and creators.

‎Let them tell their story, about...

‎About failures and...

‎Now we're listening to you.

‎Freddie?

‎It's fucking...

‎Like this...

‎It's in your head.

‎No, wait.

‎Freddie!

‎How are you?

‎I'm good.

‎Where am I?

‎Oh God!

‎Freddie!

‎Hey!

‎Hello, do something!

‎Freddie, wake up!

‎Janne and Lilian want to talk.

‎About what?

‎I don't know. It seems serious.

‎Has something happened?

‎Dad?

‎I'll let Mom tell you.

‎How long have you two

‎been together?

‎We...

‎-Fourteen and a half years. ‎-Yeah.

‎That's a damn long time.

‎I know

‎that we said we'd wait.

‎But Dad was just ‎scheduled for knee surgery,

‎and I never have time to golf.

‎It's only right that you take over. ‎The store is yours.

‎Huh?

‎We'll still be around. ‎We're not going anywhere.

‎But...

‎When...

‎-God. When were you thinking that we-- ‎-There's no rush, but...

‎After Christmas.

‎-This one? ‎-Mm.

‎I mean, aft...

‎-After this Christmas? ‎-After this Christmas.

‎Huh?

‎God...

‎Sorry, I'm just a bit

‎shocked.

‎I don't know what to say.

‎Well...

‎-Wow! ‎-Yes, wow!

‎Yeah.

‎My God, it's fascinating.

‎Fascinating?

‎-Yeah. ‎-Yeah...

‎Good one, Jonas.

‎-Thank you, Dad. Thank you. ‎-Lilian, I'm touched.

‎And I feel seen.

‎Because it's always been my dream ‎to run this store.

‎-With Mathilda. She'll be there too. ‎-Wonderful!

‎Considering your difficulty sleeping,

‎your heart palpitations,

‎your difficulty concentrating ‎and remembering things,

‎I'm convinced this has to do with stress.

‎You need a psychologist, ‎and preferably a change of environment.

‎It's a bit like a forest fire.

‎It's easier to put out a forest fire ‎when it's just started, so...

‎You're on sick leave starting today.

‎-I'm thinking about the share capital. ‎-Honey, can you put it on speaker?

‎-My hands are dirty. ‎-Sure.

‎Thanks. Hi, Mathilda Stjärne.

‎Hi, my name is Patric Adams.

‎I'm the manager at Nordiska Blommor at NK.

‎I saw your application. ‎Can you start immediately like you wrote?

‎Oh.

‎I think there's been a misunderstanding.

‎A misunderstanding?

‎Yes, a misunderstanding. ‎I think you've got the wrong Mathilda.

‎I don't understand.

‎-Did you or did you not apply? ‎-I haven't applied.

‎I hope you find the right person.

‎Take care!

‎-Did you apply for a job at NK? ‎-No.

‎No, absolutely not.

‎Someone must have ‎recommended me or something.

‎And that's great,

‎if someone's recommended me.

‎-You might have been hacked. ‎-Mm.

‎There's a lot of that.

‎Hacked?

‎Yeah.

‎Four cheers for Mathilda. Hip, hip...

‎Hooray!

‎Such a big girl.

‎Now, blow out the candles.

‎-Yeah. ‎-Okay.

‎-Bravo! ‎-Well done!

‎Ho-ho!

‎What?!

‎-Yes. ‎-No way!

‎What?

‎Did you know about this?

‎Are you here?

‎-Hi! ‎-Hi, Mom.

‎-Hi, hey. ‎-Hi. Oh, lovely. How long...

‎Whoa. How long are you staying for?

‎Oh, honey!

‎What about Paris?

‎-You know what I said? ‎-No.

‎"Screw your Paris. ‎It's my sister's birthday."

‎-What? ‎-Yeah.

‎-Did you know? Huh? ‎-No, nobody ever tells me anything.

‎You're here!

‎Great party, Mattie. ‎Don't you have any pals?

‎-What's that supposed to mean? ‎-It was a joke.

‎Look here, Fredrika.

‎No!

‎She's interested.

‎The wheel has traveled ‎all the way from China.

‎"Shenzenhen."

‎If that's the most exciting thing here, ‎nothing's changed.

‎-Today, something crazy happened. ‎-Oh?

‎NK in Stockholm called ‎and offered Mathilda a job as a florist.

‎Huh?

‎But there'd been a mistake.

‎-Yeah, so strange. ‎-You said yes, I hope.

‎Please, Mathilda and Jonas ‎have big plans here.

‎-Yeah. ‎-We're taking over the general store.

‎-It's been decided. ‎-Yeah.

‎And then you have the lot.

‎-Yes. ‎-Right, Janne?

‎Yeah. I put in a good word with Nilsson.

‎-No, Jönsson. It's Jönsson's lot we're... ‎-Damn, then I spoke to the wrong guy.

‎-Mattie. ‎-Mm?

‎-You said yes, right? ‎-Stop it. Leave her alone.

‎You don't want to take over the store.

‎-You don't know what I want. ‎-No.

‎-No. ‎-No.

‎I'm having more cake.

‎Freddie, do you want another piece?

‎No, I'm going to get some fresh air.

‎She's not going to get fresh air.

‎She's going to smoke.

‎What? Are you serious?

‎Mm.

‎You're a funny guy, Jonas. But I like you.

‎I like you too, Janne.

‎I know you applied for that job.

‎Yes, for fun.

‎But I've said no, ‎so you don't need to go on about it.

‎Why are you such a coward?

‎-I'm not a coward. ‎-Yes, you are.

‎-I am not a coward. ‎-You applied for the job.

‎Can I see the application?

‎Here.

‎-You've done all this? ‎-Yes.

‎Very nice.

‎Thank you.

‎-No, what are you doing? No. ‎-No.

‎Hi, Patric. This is Mathilda Stjärne.

‎I think there was ‎a misunderstanding earlier.

‎Sorry, can you wait one second?

‎Mattie, I know you want this.

‎Yes, but I can't.

‎Why not?

‎Because who will do my job?

‎Hello?

‎I will.

‎Hello?

‎I'll do your job. I'll back you up. ‎You go to Stockholm.

‎-You'll do my job? ‎-Yes!

‎-What about your job? ‎-I'll sort it.

‎Are you sure?

‎Yes, of course.

‎You promise?

‎I promise.

‎Hello?

‎Yes, sorry.

‎Sorry, the line went dead, but I...

‎But I'd love to take the job.

‎If I still can.

‎Okay, if I can start on Monday?

‎Yes!

‎Yes, that's absolutely fine.

‎Take care.

‎Goodbye.

‎Nice.

‎Come here.

‎I'll just work twice as much. ‎It'll be fine.

‎I'll sacrifice myself.

‎I'd do anything for you.

‎You want to move to Stockholm?

‎No, I thought it'd be like training.

‎Sorry.

‎-Of course you should take the job, honey. ‎-No.

‎-No, but I-- ‎-Yes, period.

‎Karim wants me ‎to play in a cup next weekend,

‎so it's actually quite good timing.

‎Honey, listen.

‎Let's do something after Christmas, okay?

‎We need it.

‎We need to get away from here.

‎I know, we'll go to Florence!

‎Huh? You and me in Florence. Imagine.

‎We'll sit at a sidewalk café,

‎and we'll drink coffee,

‎and we'll walk in alleys...

‎Nice, right?

‎Nice, right?

‎Forget it, then.

‎But, my love...

‎-My love. ‎-You don't want to anyway.

‎Bobble, stop, please.

‎I just don't understand ‎this longing to get away all the time.

‎First Stockholm, then Florence,

‎like getting out of here ‎is some kind of reward.

‎This is paradise!

‎People come from all over the world ‎to see this.

‎Do you know what I love most?

‎-Cheese? ‎-No.

‎-The world championship? ‎-No.

‎It's waking up here at home ‎on a Sunday morning

‎and seeing you ‎in knickers and my Winnerbäck T-shirt.

‎That's Florence to me.

‎Okay?

‎The game's starting.

‎Mattie!

‎What are you doing?

‎I can't be here, so I'm coming with you.

‎Mom and Dad will be fine. They have Jonas.

‎It'll be nice. You'll stay with me.

‎Now I can't go, just so you know.

‎What?

‎I was given a chance, ‎and you're ruining it.

‎Just so you're aware.

‎I was going, and you were staying. ‎That was the deal. You promised me.

‎You have to get on board now.

‎-Come on. ‎-No!

‎I always take care of everything.

‎It's your turn now.

‎How long I've lived in Stockholm?

‎Oh, just my entire life.

‎If I work at NK Flowers?

‎I do.

‎I'm coming!

‎Ow!

‎Ow...

‎-Are you okay? ‎-Ow...

‎Did you hurt yourself?

‎You sure you're not in pain?

‎I live downstairs.

‎The music was loud. I couldn't work.

‎You don't live here, do you?

‎My sister.

‎Right. ‎The girl who lives here isn't a pig.

‎Oh...

‎That's what you look like.

‎You sure you're not in pain?

‎Okay, that's good.

‎I live downstairs, so I...

‎You just said that.

‎I did. Now I'm repeating myself.

‎And lingering in your hallway. ‎I should go down, but, well...

‎Good you're not in pain. ‎That's the main thing.

‎You should feel good.

‎Go, Bajen.

‎Go, Bajen.

‎So you're home now?

‎Fun!

‎Lilian told me you work with Bianca.

‎-Bianca? ‎-Ingrosso.

‎-Bianca Ingrosso. ‎-Yes...

‎You follow each other on Instagram...

‎I was going to buy her Advent calendar, ‎but I wouldn't have minded a discount!

‎Maybe.

‎Have you been to BBQ? Emma is...

‎She's still at BBQ.

‎Have you said hello or something?

‎No.

‎Two hundred and forty-nine.

‎You can tap there.

‎Yes!

‎Thank you very much.

‎-Jonas! ‎-Yeah?

‎-See you at the next game. ‎-Yes.

‎-The pep! ‎-The pep.

‎-The pep! ‎-Bye.

‎The idea is to be nice to our customers.

‎-Where are you going? ‎-To eat.

‎The rush is over anyway.

‎The rush? ‎Was that when we had three customers?

‎Look, the wheel ‎is crossing the Suez Canal.

‎-Yes. ‎-Yes.

‎Tight.

‎And I can do this.

‎Yes, zoom in. Look at you.

‎FOOD - BEER - WINE

‎Hi, hello, excuse me.

‎There's like nothing I can eat here.

‎There's just a lot of ‎blood, meat, and intestines.

‎-Oh, you're vegetarian. ‎-Obviously.

‎Oh dear.

‎The chef?

‎Where's the chef?

‎Well, the chef's busy in the kitchen.

‎But then...

‎Then we'll do this. ‎I'd like to pass on a message.

‎"Stockholm vegetarians

‎also have a right to eat out."

‎Oh dear.

‎Okay.

‎Thank you.

‎So...

‎The chef asked me to say that...

‎So weird.

‎That Stockholm vegetarians ‎have no business here, and that...

‎That you can...

‎-Or that all of you can... ‎-Can what?

‎Go to hell.

‎-Sorry. ‎-She said that?

‎No.

‎You're going to have to send that back.

‎Oh dear.

‎Thanks a lot.

‎Hi.

‎Hi.

‎You said you'd never come back.

‎You said you'd quit.

‎When do you get off?

‎Today?

‎Well, give me

‎ten minutes, and...

‎Okay.

‎-What-- ‎-While you...

‎Oops.

‎Sorry, you go first.

‎What are... What are you doing at home?

‎I'm helping out at the store.

‎Mattie's in Stockholm, ‎and I can work remotely.

‎No, thanks. I quit.

‎You who taught me.

‎I hope I've taught you ‎more important things.

‎You tried to get me to start using snus.

‎-You remember? ‎-Yes.

‎When you threw up ‎and wanted to make out right after.

‎Disgusting!

‎So when are you going back?

‎I'm not sure, but

‎I thought we could meet up.

‎Grab a beer ‎or maybe have dinner at your place.

‎I think about you sometimes.

‎Freddie, this isn't a good idea.

‎The thing is, I'm finally in a good place.

‎But it was really... ‎It was really nice to see you.

‎I should head back.

‎Say hi to Janne and Lilian from me.

‎Ow!

‎-I fell earlier today. ‎-You're always so clumsy, Bobble.

‎You have to come here.

‎It's so nice in the evening.

‎-With the restaurants and... ‎-Yeah.

‎-The bars, the people... ‎-Yeah, it sounds amazing.

‎-What are you listening to? ‎-Nothing.

‎Oh, it's the neighbor playing the piano.

‎I mean, I don't know, ‎there might not even be a neighbor.

‎I mean, ‎I arrived today, so I wouldn't know.

‎I mean, I haven't met any neighbors.

‎Wait, what? ‎He's playing in the middle of the night?

‎That's not okay. People are sleeping.

‎-Go tell him. ‎-Yeah...

‎-No, I'm not doing that. ‎-What an idiot.

‎Hey, I'm feeling a bit

‎worried or nervous about tomorrow.

‎I understand that, love.

‎It's starting now, Bobble.

‎Love you. Talk tomorrow. Kisses.

‎Can I help you?

‎Yeah, I have work in the morning.

‎Okay.

‎Yeah, nice.

‎So...

‎So I can't play music during the day,

‎but you playing the piano super loud

‎in the middle of the night, that's okay?

‎No, you're probably right. I'll be quiet.

‎-Good. ‎-Good.

‎Yes.

‎So what do you do for work?

‎-What? ‎-You said you have work in the morning.

‎Oh, I'm a florist at NK.

‎Oh, wow! Cool!

‎It's not a real job. It's just temporary.

‎It's still awesome. Good luck.

‎Yeah, ditto.

‎Thanks.

‎Well...

‎-It is a real job, of course. ‎-No, it's temporary. You said so yourself.

‎Yeah.

‎You can play the piano.

‎You're good.

‎I mean, it sounds great.

‎It's not that.

‎Thanks. That's good, since I'm a musician.

‎-You are? ‎-Yes.

‎Okay, are you...

‎Are you famous?

‎Obviously not.

‎What?

‎Right, because I didn't recognize you.

‎No, I don't know. No, I...

‎I'm playing tomorrow. ‎You should come. We can grab a beer.

‎-You and me? ‎-Yes.

‎Oh.

‎Yeah, no.

‎-No. ‎-No, I don't think so.

‎-No. ‎-No.

‎-Night. ‎-All right.

‎-Merry Christmas! ‎-Merry Christmas!

‎Li-Fen should've been here ‎half an hour ago.

‎I apologize on her behalf.

‎But it's good that you're on time, ‎isn't it?

‎Isn't it?

‎-Yes. ‎-Ah!

‎Barbie can speak. Thank you, God.

‎The tube was late again today, I assume.

‎This isn't some school ‎where you can rock up half an hour late.

‎This is a workplace. ‎I'm trying to organize it.

‎You had one job, ‎and that was to take care of that one.

‎Hi. What are you doing?

‎I do everything. ‎I work late, take half-hour lunch breaks...

‎I go with you to the dentist for support.

‎Do you want some gruel as well?

‎You fucking baby.

‎Baby?

‎Hey!

‎I love you too.

‎I'm sorry.

‎And I love you, Patty.

‎Don't "Patty" me.

‎-You'll be best man at my wedding. ‎-Who would want to marry you?

‎You.

‎-I'd rather be thrown to the wolves. ‎-Ready for a crash course?

‎Cut flowers go in the cold room.

‎We make bouquets in the morning ‎and refill during the day.

‎We do the cutting there. ‎We have the tools there.

‎Oasis for the arrangements ‎are in the back.

‎But listen! No touching the eyes after. ‎I ruined my cornea once.

‎The till? Nothing unusual. ‎You've worked in a store, right?

‎-Yes. ‎-The garbage room's downstairs.

‎It's the same fob as the office one, ‎but a different code.

‎4-1-3-7.

‎You need help? ‎Shout, and I'll come as fast as I can.

‎Have you been on one of these? ‎Electric escalator.

‎Most importantly, the toilet's there.

‎Don't forget to... afterward.

‎Great to have you here!

‎Please, dear girl, you...

‎Hold it like this.

‎Go! Quick!

‎Let's just do this.

‎Thank you.

‎We have a new creature here today. ‎Excuse me.

‎He'll calm down, I promise.

‎How about a debriefing after work?

‎Drink a few drinks!

‎I'd love to.

‎My boyfriend's calling. I...

‎Speaker, please!

‎-Speaker, please... ‎-Okay...

‎-Hello? I'm here with a colleague. ‎-God, finally!

‎I've called you three times ‎and texted you five.

‎-Why aren't you answering? ‎-Because I'm working. How's it going?

‎Freddie's useless as usual.

‎I haven't slept ‎because of the cheese supplier

‎who keeps messing up.

‎He sent a Gorgonzola ‎that's messed up my tummy.

‎I've been trying, but nothing comes out.

‎No, wait...

‎-Speaker! ‎-Jonas, you're on speakerphone.

‎Just so you know.

‎You could have told me.

‎Hi.

‎I've got customers,

‎so I have to go.

‎Kisses, Bobble. ‎I love you. You're the best.

‎Ditto. I love you too.

‎-Kisses, my love. ‎-Okay, kisses.

‎Come home soon, Bobble.

‎Kisses.

‎"Bobble"? What?

‎Yeah, no, it's short for "snuggle bobble."

‎-Okay. ‎-I know.

‎I mean, he's wonderful,

‎actually.

‎So am I,

‎actually.

‎So am I really,

‎actually.

‎Hi, baby. How are you feeling?

‎Good, but I want to come back to work now.

‎No, baby. You're off until Christmas.

‎What am I supposed to do until then?

‎Katja, please, can I just come back?

‎No, you should rest, not work, okay?

‎Kisses.

‎Shit!

‎But what are you doing, Janne?

‎What are you doing?

‎I'm fixing stuff!

‎Turn on the lights!

‎But what is this?

‎-You want lights for the market, right? ‎-I'm tired of this!

‎Just zip it.

‎Quiet, Lilian!

‎Turn on the lights now!

‎-Shouldn't we go somewhere else? ‎-What? Why?

‎Because there are ‎lots of other good places here.

‎-But please, we're here now. ‎-No.

‎-Let's go somewhere else. ‎-Yes, come on.

‎Why are you being weird?

‎What? I'm not being weird.

‎You are! But okay, what do you want?

‎-I'll have what you're having. ‎-Perfect.

‎-Hi. ‎-Hi.

‎-Two Negronis. ‎-Absolutely.

‎Negroni?

‎It tastes like penicillin and vodka.

‎You can't drink that.

‎No? So what should you drink?

‎-A normal lager. ‎-I go straight for something strong.

‎You came!

‎Yeah, I had no idea you were playing here.

‎Neither did I.

‎What are you drinking?

‎-We're drinking... ‎-Thanks.

‎-What's that? ‎-Negroni.

‎-Yeah. ‎-I want that. One Negroni, please.

‎-One Negroni. ‎-Yes.

‎-Hey, bro. ‎-Hey.

‎You know what? Four Negronis.

‎Please, he looks like a demigod!

‎Then again, so do you.

‎-Come on, just go for it. ‎-Stop it. I have a boyfriend.

‎"Actually."

‎-Hi. ‎-Hi.

‎You play really well.

‎Yes, you said that.

‎-Oh, yeah. I did. ‎-Do you play?

‎-What? ‎-Some guitar?

‎-Oh! No. ‎-Flute or...

‎-Nothing? ‎-No, absolutely not.

‎I mean, I'm...

‎No, I'm...

‎What's it called?

‎-When you sing out of tune? ‎-Tone-deaf?

‎Okay, I don't believe that. ‎Everyone can sing.

‎You'd die if you heard me sing. ‎People are ashamed.

‎-People die on the spot. ‎-People die.

‎-People die on the spot when I sing. ‎-Okay.

‎But what's...

‎What's your number?

‎This is moving a bit too fast.

‎No. Right. No, God.

‎It... I...

‎I wanted to send you money for the drink.

‎Oh.

‎Stop, I don't want you to think... ‎No, I'm not like that.

‎What are you like?

‎I don't know. Or what do you mean?

‎Let's drink. Here.

‎Coming home should be like a song.

‎Let's get wasted. Go, Bajen. Cheers.

‎Merry Christmas.

‎You really are a terrible singer.

‎What?

‎So mean!

‎Careful I don't sing ‎when you're with your band.

‎Please don't.

‎You'll ruin my entire career.

‎What career?

‎Ouch!

‎What were you singing?

‎Jerry Williams.

‎Jerry Williams? ‎Why do you know Jerry Williams?

‎It was the only CD my dad had in the car.

‎I know every song by heart.

‎This is the most beautiful thing ‎I've ever seen.

‎Thanks. What about the view?

‎How long are you in Stockholm for?

‎Until Christmas.

‎Oh.

‎Yes, I know.

‎You can't look at me like that.

‎What? Like what?

‎-Like you're doing now. ‎-What do you mean? Show me.

‎-Show you? ‎-Yeah.

‎You do something like this.

‎I...

‎What?

‎Hi, Gunilla. We open in 11 minutes.

‎I just need milk.

‎No, we open in 11 minutes.

‎The opening hours are on the website. ‎Thank you and goodbye.

‎I just wanted milk. Don't be so angry.

‎What's wrong with people?

‎I can't do this anymore. ‎We have to switch back.

‎-Jonas is so annoying. ‎-I've done something stupid.

‎Okay?

‎I was out with a colleague last night, ‎and I...

‎I accidentally kissed Oliver.

‎Or he kissed me. ‎Or it wasn't a kiss, it was almost a kiss.

‎-Who's Oliver? ‎-Your neighbor!

‎-From downstairs? ‎-Yes!

‎You're joking.

‎-Okay, how was it? ‎-But stop, it...

‎I...

‎I was drunk!

‎This is the dumbest thing I've ever done!

‎How was the kiss?

‎It wasn't a kiss, but...

‎It was crazy good. ‎What should I tell Jonas?

‎Nothing.

‎What's he going to do with that info? ‎You've been with one guy all your life.

‎Let a woman live.

‎What? What woman?

‎-You, you moron. ‎-Oh.

‎-There you are. ‎-Hi, Jonas.

‎-Are you talking to Mathilda? ‎-No, to my other sister.

‎You only have one.

‎I have to go.

‎Okay, but say hi to Jonas.

‎Or no, that's weird. Don't say hi.

‎What, you're at work?

‎-What time is it? ‎-I have to go.

‎-I'll call you later. ‎-Shit!

‎You know, ‎the Emmental won't unpack itself.

‎It doesn't walk like this, ‎from the box to the counter.

‎Excuse me.

‎Sorry, I have to...

‎How did it go with the hunk?

‎He's my neighbor. ‎We just walked home together.

‎I got to experience dirty talk ‎in Fenno-Swedish.

‎That was a new experience.

‎"Voi, ‎ride that pole."

‎-Stop! ‎-"Up in the back. Please, baby."

‎-"Bang me..." ‎-Stop!

‎I hope that's not mine.

‎Louise Nordenhake. ‎I specifically asked for no pine cones.

‎Oh, it says "no."

‎I can make a new one.

‎No, I don't have time for that. ‎I'll have to go somewhere else.

‎Wow, what a wreath.

‎I've been running around ‎looking for one exactly like that, with...

‎With pine cones.

‎Her loss.

‎Oh, what's so special about it?

‎It's just dope. Did you make it?

‎I'll take it.

‎That'll be 1,495 kronor, please.

‎What?

‎Nice, friend rate.

‎You forgot this.

‎Right, that one.

‎That one, yeah. Thanks.

‎Yeah.

‎And I just wanted to ask if you

‎want to have lunch?

‎-What? ‎-Shall we have lunch?

‎Oh.

‎-Yeah, no. ‎-No.

‎I mean, sorry, I...

‎-Can't, or I don't have time-- ‎-Go. I'll hold the fort.

‎Yes.

‎Okay.

‎-Lewis Miller? ‎-Yes.

‎-Look him up, he's great. ‎-Yeah. And I love this!

‎-Yeah. ‎-It's really nice.

‎How lucky. ‎You've been searching all over the city.

‎Yes, I have.

‎What about you?

‎What made you get into music?

‎-I'm not exactly sporty. ‎-Okay.

‎I skipped the soccer team.

‎And my dad's a jazz pianist,

‎so I grew up with a...

‎With a grand at home, so...

‎-I see. ‎-Yeah.

‎God, my family's completely unmusical.

‎Or Dad, he has a clarinet.

‎He thinks he's musical, ‎but Mom has forbidden him from playing.

‎-It's very sad. ‎-I took clarinet lessons in Florence.

‎It's a difficult instrument. ‎So don't be too hard on your dad.

‎Did you say Florence?

‎Yeah. Our apartment ‎is just outside Florence.

‎But I usually say Florence.

‎Here are some people who can sing.

‎That's my daughter, Iris.

‎-She goes to preschool here. ‎-You have kids?

‎Amazing! God, you're so good!

‎Who are you?

‎-This is my friend Mathilda. ‎-Yes.

‎-She also thought you were amazing. ‎-Yes, amazing, really good.

‎Do you think Mom would think so too?

‎Hey.

‎She'd be so proud of you.

‎So proud, if she was here.

‎I promise.

‎Go, you're singing.

‎I wanted to say hi.

‎She's with her grandma in the evenings. ‎I work a lot around Christmas.

‎Hey, Iris's mom...

‎What...

‎No, she...

‎I don't want to talk about it.

‎If that's okay.

‎-Absolutely. ‎-Yeah.

‎Of course. We don't have to talk about it.

‎Thank you.

‎Of course.

‎But I'd like to take you out for dinner.

‎Oh.

‎If you want to.

‎What... Don't you feel like there's...

‎There's something here.

‎It was a lovely lunch and all,

‎but I have to go,

‎or I have to work, so...

‎Yeah, sorry.

‎How was the lunch?

‎Really nice.

‎Nothing unusual.

‎And now I'm going to call my boyfriend.

‎Okay.

‎-Hi there, do you need help? ‎-Hello.

‎-Yes, do you have amaryllis? ‎-Does Santa have a beard?

‎Oh, you...

‎Oh, you scared me.

‎I've texted, but you're not answering.

‎No.

‎Maybe I find it difficult ‎seeing you again.

‎But it doesn't have to be.

‎What do you want?

‎I want to do something.

‎I'm very tired of playing Alfapet

‎with Mom and Dad.

‎So switch to Fia med knuff.

‎Eller oh hell.

‎Yatzy's better.

‎Hey...

‎Can't we just grab a beer?

‎Okay, one beer.

‎Art school? No.

‎I didn't want to get in, ‎not after all the Konstfack parties.

‎It's so...

‎Everyone is so damn PC and pretentious

‎and become exactly the same.

‎No, I wanted to go my own way

‎and not be ruined by some school.

‎It doesn't matter. I don't paint anymore.

‎Hey.

‎Hey, Conny!

‎Hiya, Emma!

‎What are you in the mood for? IPA, lager...

‎Let's do two lagers.

‎I'll get you Jäger as well, ‎to get this party started.

‎Is that new? The tattoo?

‎Yes, fairly. Mom has the same.

‎How's Carina?

‎Really good. ‎She talks about you sometimes.

‎She does?

‎What does she say?

‎Well, that you're a pig ‎who broke my heart.

‎-That you can go to hell. ‎-But...

‎Something like that.

‎I'm just kidding.

‎We've had our chances. ‎We really have. And that's enough.

‎And we shouldn't open that door again.

‎I want to dance.

‎I'm sorry, honey, but Freddie is useless.

‎All I do is clean up after her.

‎And I'm working 60 hours a week.

‎And you're gone.

‎Bro, when are you coming home?

‎No, what the hell?

‎And now Färjestad scored 3-1, in box play.

‎Fucking Linus Johansson.

‎Now the day's ruined.

‎Did I tell you? ‎I've got a new cheese for the market.

‎Damn, it stinks. It's absolutely magical.

‎You want a pic?

‎Hello?

‎Huh? Yes!

‎-Yes, send a pic. ‎-Yeah.

‎-Shall we watch the hockey together? ‎-No.

‎Why not?

‎I just don't feel like it.

‎You don't want to watch hockey together.

‎You have this bitchy attitude.

‎Are you even happy ‎we're taking over the store?

‎Sure.

‎What was that?

‎-Sure. ‎-"Sure"? "Sure" isn't an answer.

‎Get a grip, dammit!

‎What do you mean?

‎-Stop. Leave me alone! ‎-Leave you alone? That's all I'm doing.

‎You're playing around with your hobby.

‎-I'm working my ass off. ‎-Hobby? I'm working!

‎Yes, with your hobby.

‎Or maybe tying flowers isn't your hobby?

‎You can't say "tying flowers" ‎to another human being.

‎-It's humiliating. ‎-What do you want me to say, then?

‎We're taking over the store. ‎Have you forgotten that?

‎No, I haven't! How can I forget ‎when you remind me every hour?

‎Okay, hell... ‎Easy with the tone. What is this?

‎God, why are you so angry?

‎I'm not angry. I'm tired.

‎I'm going to bed.

‎-Let a woman live, Jonas. ‎-Okay.

‎You can finish playing ‎in your amazing Stockholm.

‎You're not welcome back

‎until you can behave again.

‎Okay.

‎I'll finish playing.

‎Bye.

‎I don't like closed doors.

‎It feels too adult.

‎We're adults now, aren't we?

‎I guess we are.

‎I've cheated with Oliver!

‎What did you say?

‎This is your fault. What have you done?

‎How is it my fault?

‎You're the one who's insisted on

‎me coming here all the time!

‎Mattie...

‎You haven't killed anyone.

‎-Relax, chill. ‎-Yes, Jonas!

‎He's going to kill himself.

‎And me.

‎-And you. ‎-Absolutely, I'm sure he will.

‎I want to know how it was, ‎if it was as good as the kiss.

‎Yes, it was wonderful.

‎But it doesn't matter. ‎This was the first and last time.

‎-I'm done playing. I want to switch back. ‎-I think it's good for you to play a bit.

‎-You need it. ‎-Why are you whispering?

‎-Is Jonas there? ‎-Jo...

‎No.

‎It...

‎It's Emma. She's sleeping.

‎What, ‎that ‎Emma?

‎But Freddie, is that...

‎Is that smart?

‎But it feels different this time.

‎It's quite nice to be home.

‎But promise me ‎you won't hurt her this time.

‎Mattie.

‎Listen, you shouldn't feel guilty.

‎Jonas won't find out.

‎Sometimes things happen for a reason,

‎and you just have to go with it.

‎And maybe you need to explore this.

‎Jonas may not be right for you.

‎-Why else would you cheat on him? ‎-I...

‎I can't talk.

‎-Good, kisses. ‎-Yeah, but...

‎Thanks for yesterday.

‎-Hi. ‎-Hi.

‎-I should really... ‎-What?

‎Brush my teeth.

‎I've got toothpaste left here, so you can...

‎You can have some of mine.

‎-You grew up without parents? ‎-No, they just traveled a lot.

‎A few weeks in Prague here, ‎a tour of Europe there...

‎I hung out with my grandma.

‎But I love my grandma. She's super cool.

‎And Iris is with my mom

‎when I play in the evenings, so...

‎Be right back.

‎Hi. I just have to ask something.

‎What happened to Oliver's ex?

‎Oliver's ex?

‎No idea. I've never seen an ex.

‎I've only seen him with some kid.

‎What, is she dead?

‎You think?

‎Sad.

‎Yeah.

‎God, that's horrible. ‎I'm always so rude to him.

‎You can do it.

‎I thought we said seven.

‎-Hi, Santa. ‎-It's not Santa, it's me!

‎Yeah, I see that now. Hi, baby.

‎Mathilda. She lives upstairs.

‎Oh, sorr...

‎Hi, baby.

‎It's very slippery.

‎-It's important to breathe. ‎-Yes, I'm breathing.

‎You're insane, you know that? Doing this.

‎I mean, "a lovely thing to do"?

‎Come on.

‎Cold!

‎Emma, it's so cold.

‎This place is amazing.

‎I feel perfectly calm.

‎Good.

‎What's this?

‎You still have it.

‎Of course.

‎It's the nicest gift I ever got.

‎Look at this.

‎You're hiding it ‎because it's so damn ugly.

‎It's not ugly.

‎It usually hangs in my bedroom.

‎I took it down after you came here ‎because I thought that...

‎Well,

‎that I don't want to be a fan girl.

‎But I hope that I'm better looking now.

‎You're welcome to be my little fan girl.

‎You have to start painting again.

‎I don't have time. I have a life, a job.

‎You have a job you hate. You should...

‎-You should resign. ‎-I can't. I'm going to be made partner.

‎You're going to ‎become partner in something

‎that doesn't make you feel good?

‎I feel good.

‎What? You hate your job too.

‎Can I show you something?

‎It's lovely. What is this place? ‎How long has it been empty for?

‎Like ten years.

‎The owner wants me ‎to do something with it.

‎She'll back me financially.

‎Damn.

‎But it's too big to do it yourself.

‎So what's your plan?

‎Well, my plan is ‎a few hotel rooms up here.

‎The restaurant downstairs, ‎where I set the menu.

‎Local ingredients.

‎Outdoor seating in the summer, ‎with a small café.

‎Maybe a bar in the evening.

‎A place where everyone wants to be.

‎You're the first person I've shown it to.

‎-Is that so? ‎-Yeah.

‎You can have your first exhibition here.

‎Yes! We could...

‎We could do this together.

‎As in, we'd run it together?

‎If you want.

‎No, I mean...

‎It sounds amazing. ‎I mean, really good ideas.

‎Of course you should do it.

‎Do it, Emma.

‎But...

‎I...

‎I need to go, but...

‎Really, I mean it, it's great.

‎Do it, okay?

‎You're amazing.

‎Where are you going?

‎We need your help here.

‎You run off all the time.

‎Dad's on his way with the wheel.

‎Maybe an ordinary Christmas market ‎isn't important to you.

‎Here he is.

‎-Help him, Jonas. ‎-Yes.

‎I don't need any help.

‎-What about the wheel? ‎-It was only this.

‎Nonsense!

‎What's this?

‎-Isn't it too small? ‎-But...

‎Wasn't there dimensions?

‎-It looked gigantic in the picture. ‎-You didn't read? You just clicked?

‎It says clearly in the specification ‎what diameter, length, weight...

‎The Christmas market is tomorrow.

‎-I know that! ‎-You don't have time to order a new one.

‎-Mom, you have to read. ‎-What were you thinking?

‎Yes, yes, yes!

‎What do we do now?

‎Huh?

‎You who know everything.

‎Someone has to sort out a wheel, ‎or the market will go to hell!

‎Now she's angry.

‎Maybe this will work.

‎You think?

‎Now, now.

‎You've done a great job today. Go home.

‎And take a bath.

‎-I'm an old hockey pro. ‎-What? You've been a hockey pro?

‎Mathilda!

‎Mathilda, wait!

‎I'm sorry. I messed up.

‎-Really. It wasn't nicely handled. ‎-Not so nicely handled?

‎You said she was dead.

‎Who?

‎Your ex.

‎What?

‎No, I...

‎You asked me about Iris's mom,

‎and I said that I didn't want ‎to talk about it, because I didn't.

‎But I've never said she's dead.

‎No, but it seemed like it.

‎-I want to go now, Daddy. ‎-Yeah.

‎We're going ice skating in Kungsan. ‎Won't you come?

‎No, I can't.

‎Daddy!

‎Daddy, I want Mathilda to come.

‎Iris will be colossally disappointed ‎if you don't come.

‎She used that word, "colossally."

‎Please.

‎Okay.

‎Heather left me for her CEO in London.

‎And it...

‎Well...

‎It broke me.

‎And I did everything to get her back.

‎I didn't know what was going to happen, ‎if she'd move, where Iris would go...

‎Yeah.

‎But then

‎some time passed, and then

‎it started to feel okay to be alone.

‎But then...

‎Heather's changed her mind.

‎It's over with the CEO, ‎and she wants to try again.

‎Daddy!

‎You're doing great.

‎-Where's Mom? ‎-No, Mom's not coming tonight.

‎Do another lap.

‎It's all Iris wants.

‎For...

‎For us to be a family again.

‎What about you?

‎What do you want?

‎What I want?

‎I don't think that's what's important.

‎That is.

‎Then you came.

‎You're wonderful.

‎Now I'm completely lost.

‎There you are.

‎Sorry!

‎Sorry I haven't answered.

‎It's all right.

‎You don't have to answer.

‎It's been a lot ‎with the Christmas market and so on.

‎-Know what I've done? ‎-No.

‎I've taken on an idiotic task

‎of building a wheel of fortune.

‎What?

‎A wheel of fortune?

‎How the hell do you do that?

‎-I don't think it's that difficult. ‎-No?

‎I can help you.

‎I'd love that.

‎But you're pretty expensive, aren't you?

‎Very expensive.

‎More there.

‎Like this?

‎Yeah.

‎I've been thinking about your idea.

‎-Oh. No, it was stupid. Forget it. ‎-No.

‎Not at all. It's a great idea.

‎I think it's important ‎that it doesn't get disjointed, that...

‎That the restaurant and your food

‎are the heart of it all.

‎And my stupid art can hang on the walls

‎if it has to.

‎Yes, it has to.

‎Mom's coming tomorrow.

‎It's stupid, ‎but she wants to grab a coffee with us.

‎I'd love to have coffee with you.

‎You do?

‎Mm, I do.

‎No, I don't like this. This is crazy.

‎And I haven't had coffee ‎since this morning.

‎But...

‎It's so lovely!

‎Did you make this?

‎No, we made it, together.

‎-Oh. ‎-You have to give your speech now.

‎Oh, right.

‎Right...

‎Welcome, everyone,

‎to our little Christmas market, ‎14th year in a row.

‎Lovely to see so many familiar faces.

‎-A bit closer to the mic. ‎-Yes, the mic.

‎Christmas is a time for coming home.

‎And this year, Fredrika is finally home.

‎We're so happy.

‎Don't disappear again, little flea.

‎You come home. ‎You start over, make new choices.

‎You're thinking, "Yeah, yeah."

‎"She's been hanging with Janne ‎all these years."

‎But let me tell you, ‎I choose Janne every year.

‎The most handsome man in the world. ‎And a hell of a kisser as well.

‎You have to talk into the mic.

‎Yes, I'm talking into the mic.

‎Christmas has always been ‎the most important thing to our family,

‎to me and Janne.

‎My mom created these traditions...

‎Lips to the mic, like...

‎The mic?

‎-Hello? ‎-Hi, baby!

‎-Hi, how's it going? ‎-Yeah, good. How are you?

‎Fucking great.

‎No, it's not. Can you come back?

‎-Can you shut up? ‎-After Christmas, right?

‎-Who is he anyway? ‎-Katja?

‎When can you come back?

‎-The doctor said-- ‎-"The doctor said"? Fuck the doctor.

‎I'll get you a psychologist, holiday...

‎I don't want to stress you out, okay?

‎But I fucking need you.

‎It's fucking chaos, ‎and no one's fucking working.

‎Why aren't you calling Hampus?

‎-When can you come? It's fucking chaos. ‎-We said after Christmas.

‎Come on now. ‎There's nothing wrong with you.

‎You're a young, hot girl with a C cup.

‎We're losing our most important accounts,

‎and you don't fucking care.

‎Do you want to make partner?

‎-I'll come back. ‎-Oh, I love you.

‎You'll come back. ‎We'll sort everything, Botox...

‎When will you come?

‎As soon as possible. ‎Keep me posted via email, or call me.

‎I fucking love you.

‎Hello!

‎Hampus! Call Hampus!

‎-He's not answering. ‎-Your mom's not!

‎Not answering? Call him again!

‎Was that work?

‎What did they want?

‎Freddie!

‎Emma. Come.

‎-Come. ‎-Should we...

‎Excuse me.

‎What are you going to do?

‎-What do you think I should do? ‎-Say no, of course.

‎I'm going to be made partner,

‎so I can't just say no.

‎Whoa!

‎Oh, what happened?

‎Emma!

‎Wait!

‎Emma, wait.

‎Did you think that I'd move back home

‎and open a fucking art café with you?

‎You come looking for me,

‎and want to meet up.

‎And I say, "No, I don't want to."

‎But you keep nagging.

‎What do you want?

‎Do you want my validation, or feel like...

‎Feel like I'm here and, like, I want you?

‎Because I'm here.

‎But you're ruining my life.

‎That's what you're doing, ruining my life.

‎I can't forgive you again.

‎Hi.

‎Thanks for telling me the truth.

‎I appreciate that,

‎the honesty.

‎And I want to be just as honest with you.

‎Because I feel like maybe

‎I haven't been.

‎Can we talk?

‎-Come on, Daddy! ‎-We're just making some chow.

‎-Or we can-- ‎-No, it's fine.

‎Come, we can talk after she's gone to bed.

‎-Okay. ‎-Yeah, come.

‎-Hi, Iris! ‎-Hi.

‎Yeah, she likes to sleep in the kitchen.

‎Yes, I can see that.

‎-Then again, so do I. ‎-Are you going to eat here?

‎-I don't know. ‎-Of course you are.

‎-Yes. ‎-If you want to.

‎What's your name again?

‎Mathilda.

‎My name's Iris.

‎Yes, I know. I love your name.

‎-Do you know what "iris" means? ‎-No.

‎It means "hope" and "courage."

‎How do you know that?

‎Iris was my favorite flower ‎when I was little.

‎-Do you have a favorite flower? ‎-Dahlia.

‎-Dahlia? ‎-Mm.

‎Yeah, they're very pretty.

‎-So I don't have any oregano. ‎-Just that one?

‎I can go and check if I have any.

‎-Are you sure? ‎-Of course.

‎-Thank you. ‎-You're welcome.

‎Daddy?

‎Are you in love with Mathilda?

‎What, does it seem that way to you?

‎Yes.

‎I'm not. Daddy's only in love with you.

‎And maybe a bit with Mathilda. ‎But you can't tell her.

‎Ta-da!

‎Hi, honey.

‎The door was unlocked. ‎I wanted to surprise you.

‎You should see your face, Bobble. ‎You look...

‎You have glasses?

‎Well...

‎Where have you been?

‎Okay, honey.

‎I get it.

‎Hi.

‎-Hi. ‎-Hi.

‎Oh, God, you...

‎God...

‎It feels like we've drifted apart lately.

‎And that's the only reason

‎I've been this ‎grumpy and whiny and grouchy.

‎-It's okay. ‎-No, it's not okay.

‎Period.

‎God, I love you so fucking much.

‎It's just...

‎You had wine?

‎-Yes. Or, well... ‎-Yeah?

‎It's just a neighbor who has...

‎But you're here!

‎-Wow! ‎-Yeah, it's a little bit "wow."

‎Inspiring.

‎I thought you'd be at the market.

‎I was supposed to be, ‎but I got this bad feeling.

‎You don't answer when I call.

‎I don't want to lose you.

‎God, I'm starting to get nervous.

‎-Nervous? ‎-The thing is...

‎-Well... ‎-Why are you getting nervous?

‎The thing is that...

‎No.

‎-No. ‎-Yes.

‎You, Mathilda Stjärne...

‎No.

‎...are the first and only woman ‎I've ever loved.

‎-We have to talk. ‎-I found oregano.

‎What...

‎What are you doing? What...

‎-Who's he? ‎-What guy is that?

‎I'm her boyfriend.

‎No?

‎You have a boyfriend?

‎That's what I wanted to tell you.

‎Wait, are you...

‎-Damn. ‎-Damn.

‎I mean, have you...

‎Damn.

‎-Goddamn. ‎-Goddamn!

‎-My God. ‎-My God, Mathilda! What the fuck?

‎So what have you done with her?

‎This and that...

‎-Well, most of it, I think. ‎-Most of it?

‎We've been together for 14 years, okay?

‎-We haven't even done most of it. ‎-No fighting.

‎I'm going to kill you!

‎Easy!

‎No, Jonas! Please stop!

‎But he's suffocating! ‎You can't do that! Remove your hands!

‎Listen, Jonas...

‎He bit me!

‎Easy!

‎-No! ‎-Stop! Please stop!

‎Let go!

‎What the hell!

‎No!

‎Jonas!

‎-Easy! ‎-Jonas, please stop.

‎Hi!

‎What are you doing, Daddy?

‎They...

‎-They're pretending to be horses! ‎-Yes.

‎-Yes. ‎-Hi, baby.

‎-Can I play? ‎-Yes.

‎-Yes. ‎-You know what?

‎-Daddy will be right down. ‎-Yes.

‎-I'll come down, and we'll make chow. ‎-Daddy's just... He's coming.

‎Jonas, stop it now!

‎-Easy now! ‎-Yeah.

‎-Easy! ‎-Yeah.

‎-Easy now. ‎-Yeah.

‎Yeah?

‎Good.

‎Yeah.

‎That's it.

‎Please...

‎Can I explain?

‎Jonas...

‎Don't touch me.

‎I'm sorry.

‎I wanted to tell you everything.

‎Oliver, I'm sorry.

‎Merry Christmas, then.

‎Hey...

‎-Patric wants to talk to you. ‎-What?

‎He seems pretty...

‎Yeah, I don't know.

‎Good luck.

‎You wanted to talk?

‎Yes, I did.

‎How do you think it's going for you?

‎Huh?

‎-I don't know. ‎-No?

‎But I do.

‎It's going very well.

‎I know that things are messy ‎in your private life.

‎Li-Fen's told me.

‎Or maybe I've eavesdropped.

‎But you're so talented!

‎We want you to stay here, you know?

‎We tricked you!

‎Thank you!

‎Thank you so much, but I...

‎Yes, I know that you have to go home ‎and sort things out,

‎and then it's Christmas.

‎-But think about it. ‎-Of course.

‎What Patric means is that you're forbidden ‎from working anywhere else.

‎-So you're fired if you don't say yes. ‎-Exactly!

‎Yeah, come!

‎What?

‎You can split the invoices, that's fine. ‎But it's still 25%.

‎I'll call you in five minutes.

‎-Hi, are you home? ‎-Are you allowed to work?

‎-What? ‎-I thought you were on sick leave.

‎You took time off for my sake? ‎Such fucking bullshit.

‎You've ruined my life, just so you know.

‎Can everyone just stop saying ‎that I ruin their lives?

‎It's good that I'm leaving. ‎Because apparently, I'm a fucking monster.

‎You're leaving? Do that. ‎What about Emma? What will you say to her?

‎Huh?

‎Or have you dumped her?

‎As soon as someone gets close to you, ‎you run.

‎I feel sorry for you.

‎You're the most egotistical person ‎I've ever met.

‎Keep on being ‎the saddest person in the world.

‎-Work yourself to death. Die alone and-- ‎-What does it matter? I'm...

‎I'm leaving. ‎So you won't have to put up with me.

‎You can keep living your life ‎that you seem to love so much.

‎You can get married, ‎build a house, take over the store!

‎Have two cute kids, ‎and you can sit together on Fridays,

‎eating snacks ‎and watching the world championship.

‎-Oh, amazing. ‎-Shut up!

‎-Shut up? ‎-Yes.

‎-Yeah? Or what? ‎-Or I'll kill you.

‎-Oh? And how will you do that? ‎-It's easy.

‎I'll take this chair and throw it, ‎and you'll fall down and die.

‎You know what I'll do then? ‎Duck like this...

‎Then I'll take this scalpel ‎and shove it into your stomach.

‎-And then, dead! ‎-But you won't have time.

‎I'll karate kick your face, ‎and you'll fall down and die.

‎-Damn. ‎-Yeah.

‎-Show me again. Show me the kick. ‎-No.

‎No, exactly. ‎You don't know how to do a karate kick!

‎-Fuck you! ‎-No, fuck you!

‎-No, fuck you! ‎-No, fuck you, Mattie!

‎-No, fuck you! ‎-Fuck you!

‎What are you fighting about?

‎You're so fucking stupid.

‎Hello?

‎Jonas?

‎The lot is ours.

‎We got it for 700,000.

‎Jönsson says there's no backing out ‎after a handshake, so...

‎Well, I guess we'll just

‎start building a house.

‎So that's...

‎That's good.

‎So you're still thinking ‎that it's going to be us?

‎That we're going to get married, ‎build the house, have two kids,

‎take over the store, have grandkids,

‎then die ‎and lie side by side in the cemetery?

‎I really thought I wanted all that, ‎but I've realized that

‎I want something else.

‎Are you leaving me?

‎Yes.

‎I'm sorry.

‎I'm sorry it ended like this.

‎What about the store?

‎You'll take over it.

‎Of course not. I'm not family.

‎Jonas, you are.

‎Mom and Dad love you. There's only you.

‎It's yours.

‎Damn.

‎Hi, you've reached Oliver. ‎Leave a message after the beep.

‎Hi, it's me.

‎Again.

‎You'll get a restraining order soon, ‎and you won't reply to this,

‎but I want to say that...

‎Can you please call me back? Because I...

‎I need to see you again, Oliver.

‎What are you going to do on Christmas? ‎Sit by yourself?

‎-Who cares about Christmas? ‎-What?

‎Wait!

‎I'm going as well.

‎-You're going as well? ‎-Yes.

‎I have to. I'll explain later.

‎But what's going on?

‎-Janne, do something. ‎-What am I supposed to do?

‎Should I tie them to the birch? ‎They want to go.

‎-Mom! ‎-But...

‎No. Leave her be.

‎-But I don't want to make Mom sad. ‎-Think about yourself for once.

‎Hey, is there anything ‎going on in Stockholm now?

‎Can't you tell me?

‎There...

‎No, she can't decide that.

‎She's an influencer.

‎You know what? Take it up with Katja.

‎She's going to say the same thing as me. ‎Yes, great. Bye.

‎Moron.

‎Friday...

‎What?

‎What?

‎No?

‎No...

‎No, shit.

‎Give me two seconds.

‎I get high cholesterol ‎just by looking at you.

‎There! Hi.

‎How are we supposed to send it tonight ‎when we got the brief five minutes ago?

‎-Do you have a charger? ‎-Hm?

‎-Charger? ‎-Oh.

‎No, that wasn't for you.

‎Yeah, that's fine.

‎Yeah!

‎Yeah, bye.

‎Why are you throwing away something good?

‎You say that I'm a coward, ‎but that's not true.

‎You're the coward.

‎I'm not a coward.

‎You're in love with Emma.

‎Why are you running?

‎I love you more than anything. ‎You know that, right?

‎I love you too.

‎It's a shame that you're a coward.

‎-Mattie, I'm not a coward. ‎-Okay.

‎-I'm not! ‎-Okay.

‎But stop saying "okay."

‎Okay.

‎The only time you're happy ‎is when you're with Emma.

‎I don't understand ‎what you're waiting for.

‎Stop the bus!

‎I can't stop here.

‎There's no bus stop here.

‎I have to get back, so just stop!

‎Good luck with Oliver.

‎Excuse me?

‎This is inedible, so I...

‎I want you to ask the chef to come out, ‎so that I can talk to her.

‎Oh no.

‎Sorry.

‎Sorry, it...

‎I messed up. I...

‎It was supposed to be a joke, but...

‎I wanted to talk to Emma, but...

‎But she's not picking up.

‎And I get that ‎because I've been a cowardly

‎idiot.

‎But I don't want to be.

‎I don't want to ‎because I'm very in love with her.

‎And I want her to know that.

‎Even if she doesn't want ‎anything to do with me anymore.

‎She doesn't speak Swedish.

‎Hi.

‎You're here.

‎Yes.

‎I changed my mind.

‎And how do I know you won't run again?

‎You don't.

‎Please.

‎I get that you don't want to talk to me.

‎But please give me one minute.

‎Sorry.

‎Sorry I didn't tell you the truth,

‎but I was scared.

‎I've never felt like this before.

‎About anyone.

‎And I like you so much.

‎Or I...

‎I don't like you, I...

‎I'm in love with you.

‎And don't you also feel like...

‎like there's something here?

‎Give me an A.

‎Yeah...

‎You're a terrible singer.

‎You'll ruin my career.

‎What career?

‎Hey, come on and kiss each other.

‎Hi there, Ragnar.

‎Is that you, Ragnar?

‎Stop by ours as well.

‎I'll give you a drink.

‎Janne.

‎-What? ‎-Janne, come here.

‎Was this you?

‎Me? I've been outside with you.

‎Right.

‎-No! ‎-Meatball.

‎-What? ‎-Be careful, it...

‎It might be poisonous.

‎-Poisonous? But it's Christmas food. ‎-Right.

‎Merry Christmas!

‎Mom!

‎-Hi! ‎-Hi!

‎Hi! So nice to see you!

‎-Merry Christmas! ‎-Have you started?

‎-No, I haven't. ‎-Janne!

‎-Emma! ‎-Hi!

‎I thought you were in Stockholm.

‎I'm going to start crying.

‎Huh?

‎You haven't been home for Christmas ‎in years.

‎I'm here now.

‎We made it together.

‎That was humbly put.

‎But we did.

‎Wait, can we take a picture

‎and send it to Mattie?

‎-I'll stand here. ‎-Okay, there we go. Hot.

‎-Merry Christmas! ‎-Merry Christmas!

‎This is the most beautiful thing I know.

‎Thank you.

‎And what about Florence?

‎Merry Christmas.

‎Merry Christmas.

‎Mom says Christmas ‎is a time for coming home

‎and making new choices.

‎New choices sound good.

‎But hell if I'm going home.

‎Because I'm in Italy.

‎No!

‎-What are you doing? ‎-No! Wait!

‎Subtitle translation by: ‎Josephine Roos Henriksson