All language subtitles for Alska Mig s02e03_English

Imagine having to go through that
right after they passed away,

having to ask...

LOVE ME

-...where my brother was.
-Tough.

It really was. However...

Long story short, I got an address.

He is living in Mexico.

I go there to see him.

He's working at a beach bar,

and is stunned to see his
squeaky-clean older sister turn up

and order a Margarita, por favor.

Then, I ask him to come home
for the funeral.

He says he will,
I even buy him a ticket.

-But he never shows?
-Nope.

Of course I was disappointed,
but I expected as much.

Then, when he heard
I was getting married,

all of a sudden, he turns up.

You never told me he was there.

Sten...

He wasn't there for the wedding.
He wanted money.

Money? What do you mean?

I gave him some money.
I gave him 150,000.

-Really?
-Yes, that's all I had.

Then, he disappeared.
I hadn't heard from him until now.

And now he's back. Why is that?

To quote him:

"What about the inheritance?
It's my house, too."

But it's not his house, is it?

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I didn't want you to worry.

You think I haven't been worried?

About what?

I'm glad it was your brother
and not somebody else.

But...

Did you think
I'd been seeing someone else?

No.

Well, yes.

But...

Sten, I chose you,
I want to be with you.

I don't want anyone else,
you mustn't worry about that.

You're the one I want.

Why did you come here
when I asked you not to?

Maybe I wasn't thinking clearly.

-I told you a thousand times.
-You said you'd talked to her.

-Now I have to sort this out.
-Why should you?

-She's the liar.
-It doesn't matter.

My kid isn't really mine.
It's a pretty big deal.

-I understand that.
-If you did, you wouldn't be here.

I'm telling you I'm sorry, damn it.

Shit, okay. I didn't mean to...

I just feel like
the world has fallen apart.

And here I come, messing it all up.
Right?

Kind of, yeah.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I think I need a break.

Excuse me? What?

-I just need some space.
-You need space?

What are you, 18?
What does that even mean?

-Some peace.
-Is that hard around me?

Apparently so. It's been hectic
with you since day one.

You've got to be kidding.

Okay.

Fine.

I guess... you'll have your peace.

All I asked of you
was to be there on time.

What should I have done?
Just ignored my work?

It's not the first time
things go to shit.

Are we ever going to move on?

Of course we're moving on.

Things are really moving at work.

-It just feels like you...
-What?

-Nothing.
-No, tell me. "It feels like I..."

You keep saying
everything will work out,

you'll get a raise, we'll get a flat
and a child,

then nothing happens.
More important things interfere.

What can I say?
It's going to happen.

Things are going to be good.

-I've landed a major client...
-This is what I meant.

You keep talking about work.
I realise it's important to you.

But my studies
are important to me, too.

I could have used a lot more time
for my studies.

But that's not
what I'm talking about.

It's not about your wages
or my studies.

It feels like you don't want this
as much as I do.

You don't prioritise us.

-Work got in the way.
-Something always gets in the way.

If it isn't work, it's the train,
or Elsa, or...

If you really wanted to buy that flat
you would have been on time.

-That's the truth.
-Don't be mean. The train was late.

You would have never neglected
to pick up Lola.

I don't mean I'm competing with Lola.

What are you saying?

It would have been nice to feel
that you are here, when you're here.

Listen.

You are everything...

to me.

It doesn't feel like it.

I am here when I am here.
What do you mean?

You can't even stop yourself
from checking your texts.

-It could have been important.
-And this isn't?

-We need a break.
-What? "That" kind of break?

No, not like that.
I just need some peace and quiet.

Can I please have that?

My exam is in four days.
I have to study.

Absolutely.
I'll give you the space you need.

Thanks.

Holy shit! You scared me.

-What are you doing here?
-Sasha's left me.

She's met somebody else.

She said it would be okay
if I stayed here a couple of nights.

Okay.

Is it okay?

Wouldn't it be better
if Sasha stayed here?

I don't know.
You try talking to her.

I can't talk to her.
Whatever I say is wrong.

I know the feeling.

Is it okay if I stay here,
just for tonight?

Stop it, of course it's fine.

Shit.

Thanks.

Better than getting a hotel room
with all the kids.

-Your kids are here, too?
-In the lounge.

I see.

How fun.

They're all awake.

I can't just not say something.
I can't do that.

But he's just a child.

Yeah, so?

Don't drag him into your doubts.
Let things stay as they are.

"As they are"? You mean a fraud?

-His life is a fraud.
-Stop it.

I'm sure you're his father.

I can't have children.
Which part don't you understand?

I didn't think I'd need this,
but as you refuse to understand...

Read this.

-What's this? No, I don't want to.
-Then I'll read it.

-"23 March, 2003..."
-Julia, please, I...

This is insane.

"I don't know
what happened yesterday."

Please.

"I may have found the man of my life.

It's like I can't breathe.

It's like we saw each other
from a mile away,

and were attracted to each other
like magnets.

The evening flew by,
and the night was like a wet dream.

A dream you never want to wake from.

I love him.

I know it sounds crazy,
after only one night together,

but I know we're meant to be.

-I knew when he was inside me..."
-Hang on.

-"I know it now..."
-I don't want to hear it.

Please, Peter, listen to me.

You were the only one I slept with
during this period.

Nobody else could be Viktor's father.

Careful with that vase!
You could hurt yourselves.

I should have seen it coming.
Shit, I would have left myself, too.

I have to think of the kids.
I can't just break down.

These kids...
what time do they go to bed?

I'm afraid the answer to that
is "never".

Hey, settle down!
There are people living here.

And one of them needs to go to bed.

But make yourself at home.

Which I can tell you have,
so that's good.

Thanks, Clara.
I'm sorry for storming in like this.

Forget it. The more the merrier.

-Hey.
-Hi, what...

-What are you doing here?
-Me and Lola are spending the night.

-Vincent and the kids are here.
-Hey.

It's not really ideal.

It's an emergency.
I've got nowhere else to go.

The more the merrier, Clara.

Oh, it's Lola! She's asleep.

Hey! There's a baby in here.

We'll keep a really low profile.

-Fine.
-Thanks.

Thanks, Clara. Seriously.

You're kidding. He's a major player.

I know, and my boss
didn't know what to do.

So I'm getting a raise,
the whole nine yards.

All of a sudden,
I was a valuable player.

-Things are going well.
-They are, Vincent.

-Apart from being homeless.
-Sorry?

I'm going to bed.

Where's Peter, by the way?

He's at a conference.

-A model conference?
-Yep, exactly.

With sponsors and such.
I put bedclothes in the hall.

You'll have to sleep on the sofa.
Vincent has the guest room.

-Of course, thanks.
-Sweet dreams.

-Good night.
-I feel like I'm contributing.

-That I'm an asset.
-I hear you.

-How about you? Are you good?
-No, things are really not good.

God...

Pick that up, it doesn't matter
whose it is.

Sandwich? Butter, cheese?

-Yeah.
-Both? Okay.

No, eat your breakfast now
instead of arguing about pencils.

-Shit, how nice you've made it.
-Good morning.

-Yeah, good morning, everyone.
-Coffee?

-That's fine.
-Of course you need coffee.

-You need a better coffee maker.
-Thanks.

So how long are you all
planning on staying here?

I promised to look after Lola today,
but I can cancel.

No, Vincent! You can't cancel!

It's no trouble, I was just wondering
what your plans were.

Let me have a sip of that.

-Okay...
-Thanks.

Bye-bye, daddy loves you.
You're okay to watch her, right?

-It's just one kid more or less.
-It's invaluable.

-You know it, man. Kisses.
-Kisses.

-See you!
-I'm leaving too!

-Would you mind tidying up?
-Bye!

-Where are you going?
-I've got a job, too.

Is that right?

Fine, we'll take it away.

-Clara?
-Yeah?

-Can you be a guarantor for a loan?
-Hypothetically speaking?

-No, it's specifically for me.
-No way.

-Why not?
-Because you have no fixed income.

I would wind up paying for your crap.

-I do have a fixed income.
-Since when?

I was talking about it all night.
Are you completely zoned out?

We're missing one guarantor,
then it's a done deal.

-Who is the other guarantor?
-Dad, I hope.

I need a place to stay.
I can't live with you all my life.

You got that right.

If you won't be my guarantor,
we need to sort out the lounge.

Fine, I'll be your guarantor.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

-I never could resist extortion.
-I love you.

-Don't ever ask for a favour again.
-No, I promise.

Could you just give me a lift
for a bit?

I'll walk.

-You've got a terrible memory.
-It was her twin, then.

Stop it.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

-I guess I'm being told off.
-Now, please.

Have you been seeing someone
behind Vincent's back?

I'm in love.
I've never felt like this before.

I can't have Vincent and the kids
living with me.

-You said you wouldn't be there.
-But now I am.

-How was I supposed to know?
-I said you could stay.

Not that your whole family
could move in.

-I thought you'd might be okay...
-Sort your shit out, Sasha.

Because this is not fun.
I've got other stuff to do.

I've been dealing with your shit
for ten years. I didn't find it fun.

Okay, but just a minute.

I can call Vincent now and tell him
you don't want to help us.

It's just three nights
until we can find a new flat.

-We'll solve it.
-Stop it.

Just stop it, Sasha.
That's not what I meant.

Of course they can stay there
for three nights.

If that's what it takes.
But I have other things to deal with.

Okay.

-How did things go with Peter?
-It went well.

So that's great.

-Oh.
-Oh.

But...

Are you okay?

Oh, I'm... fantastic.

I can tell.

I'm making coffee. Want some?

-Yes, I'd like some.
-Yes.

Do you want it in here,
or are you coming to the kitchen?

-No, I'll come to the kitchen.
-Good.

I just have to finish crying.

I'll just...

-I'll shut the door, then.
-Turn the lights off, too.

Okay.

Thanks.

-That's great news, Aron.
-Yes, so now I can buy my flat.

Finally.

-But... thank you.
-Thanks.

Look, I never intended to...

There's no need, Dad.
It's going to work out now.

I need two guarantors.
One, really, Clara agreed to do it.

-Okay.
-It will be pre-approved, but...

But if you don't want to,
just tell me.

Of course I'll be your guarantor.

Okay, great. That's...

That's what I wanted to...
Thanks.

I think it's great that you're
investing in Anita's house.

It's good that you're doing
something for yourself.

Well, I don't know.

-Is something the matter?
-No, nothing special.

You know you can always talk to me.

You sound like your mother.

Sometimes, it feels like...

Kersti is still here.

For some time after she died,
I would talk to her.

It sounds nuts, right?
Like I was going crazy.

But she did give me some good advice.

-So, when are we signing?
-The day after tomorrow.

I'll ask Clara as well,
then we can have lunch.

But thank you for the lunch,
and everything. It's really...

-It's the start of something new.
-I am happy I get to see you, Aron.

Some costs are to be expected.

-I love you, Dad.
-I love you too, Aron.

Right... sorry about that.

What?

Well, the...

Never mind.

Happy with your job?

I am. Thanks.

Lucky you.

Hey.

I understand that things are tough.
It's completely normal.

If you need to talk to someone,

you can talk to me.

It just doesn't feel right
to sit here at work and...

-Cry in a broom closet?
-That, too.

I meant talking
about my private issues.

It's just not the right place for it.

No, I see that.

But you could sit down
somewhere else.

Someplace where you would feel
more comfortable.

I'm a regular at...
Maybe not a regular.

Shit, no, I am a regular.

-That was difficult.
-Yes, it's a painful realisation.

At Daphne's. We could go there
after work, have a glass of wine,

and talk.

If you want to talk to someone
who is not involved.

-I need to go home after work.
-Of course.

But I don't, so I can booze it up
by myself.

-It wouldn't be the first time.
-That's true.

Well, thanks.

For the coffee. I'm going to... well.

Just kidding.

11 January, 2018, charity event,
sold out, Rick is playing.

All proceeds go to kids
suffering from cancer.

But, as you see here,

a considerable amount winds up
in the pocket of Rick's manager.

-Holy shit.
-It's disgusting.

If we can't get him to settle
with that, then I'm out.

The moral aspect is a weapon,
of course.

And if he won't agree to our demands,

the media will find out he scammed
sick children out of money.

He's dead and buried.

-You look pleased with yourself.
-Yeah, what can I say?

-It's so good.
-A bit sad, too.

Yes, of course it's a sad situation
with the children.

This is good. Nice work, Aron.

Good.

I just need the paper
that confirms I am employed here.

I don't have time for that now.

I really need it today.

-What is this, extortion?
-Call it whatever you want.

Hi!

You have to let me
take a paternity test.

It's eating me up inside.
I need to know.

I'm sorry. It's just...

It's all just a bit difficult.

It's been hard
to be treated like nothing.

-That's not really how I see it.
-No.

-How do you think you've treated me?
-You barely even let me see Viktor.

That's not true!
You didn't want to see him.

-Why do you say that?
-And now you want to get rid of him.

You see your opportunity
to avoid all responsibility.

You just cruise through life,
without any problems.

Julia.

Hey.

Everything is going to be alright.
Okay?

I had such hopes for us.

I was hoping you would come back
to me and Viktor...

for years.

And I kept my distance from you

because I didn't want to
force you into anything.

No, Julia. Look...

I refuse to watch you
break my son's heart.

I'll tell him
you want a paternity test.

We'll take it from there.

-Please...
-Take care.

Hi. Sorry, I didn't know
you were home.

I'm just picking up some clothes,
if that's okay.

That's fine.

I got a paper proving I'm employed,
so it will be okay.

Good.

Have you seen my black hoodie?

No.

-You're losing her.
-Yes, Mum. Don't rub it in.

-Fight, then.
-That's what I'm doing!

Show her that you're a man
of your word.

Solve the problem,
and stop talking about it.

Dear God.

I'm glad I no longer have to hear

how good you men are
when you actually do something.

You need praise
for every little thing you do.

Girls like that don't grow on trees.

I found my hoodie.

-What?
-The hoodie, I found it.

Good. Aren't you clever.

Love you.

How did I get talked into this?
Why have we invited Hans?

Calm down. Breathe.

It's such a bad idea.
You'll see what I mean.

He has this way
of always getting what he wants.

You just can't resist him.

He gets under your skin.

It sounds like you're talking
about Hannibal Lecter.

This time he won't get his way, okay?

Because I'm here to protect you.

With my enormous bulk.

-I'll sort this out with Jenny.
-Sure.

It's a major case.

You were meant for this, Aron.

-Hi!
-You're just in time.

That bastard has been cooking
for six hours now.

-Nice.
-It's tender as hell.

-How was your day?
-I'll go first.

There's no staccato to my flow now.

You know Rick, who he's working with?

His manager tried to steal money
from children with cancer.

What a jerk.

His lies have never been examined,
because he's usually solid.

Until now, by me.

Credit where it's due,
it's hard to lie at that level.

That's the crazy thing.
He's just so cold.

-Children!
-It's just like Nixon.

"I'm not a crook."

Richard Nixon. The Watergate scandal.

The US president, 1969-1974.
Denied all involvement in...

-Never mind. He lied a lot.
-Yeah. This guy is like Pinocchio.

Except he's alive.

-Did you call Jenny?
-About what?

About us being your guarantors,
so you can be pre-approved.

I'm working on it.
It will be a surprise.

-Action first, talk later.
-Alright, fine.

Sounds good.

And when are you going
to take action?

-I'm on it.
-It would be nice to know.

So I know how long
I'll be hosting this commune.

Ouch!

There was a bottle of wine here.
Is it...

-It's in the pot.
-Is it?

-You have to smell this.
-I can smell it from here.

Clara, watch my daughter, will you?
I've got to make a call.

Keep an eye on Lola.
I'm going to buy cigarettes.

-Could you buy some parsley, too?
-I'll buy parsley.

Hey, Aron Mattson here...

If something similar turns up,
please get in touch.

-It was really nice.
-You know what?

The buyer just pulled out.

What? I'll buy it!

-I'll have to list it first.
-I'll raise my offer by 50,000.

I'll get in touch with the seller
and get back to you.

-Lovely. Speak soon.
-Thank you.

-Hi, Sis.
-Hello.

-Here you go.
-Oh, thank you.

-Sten.
-Hi.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Give us a hug. We're family now.

What the hell are you doing?
What did you tell my sister?

-Are you rebuilding the whole house?
-What?

-Cut it out!
-Just kidding. The house needs it.

God, it smells lovely!

Yes, we went with vegetarian food.
You're vegetarian, right?

Hi, this is Peter.
Leave your name and number.

Do you come here often?

No, but some fertility doctor
tipped me off about this place.

I see.

-May I...
-Of course. Have a seat.

-The air is free.
-Is it?

What would you like?

I'll have whatever you're having.

-A pint, then.
-No, actually I'd prefer red wine.

Okay, so as long as I drink red,
you'll have the same.

-Hi.
-Hi, two glasses of red wine, please.

So...

Tell me.

-Where should I start?
-Here you are.

Wherever you'd like to start.

I've never wanted children.

I honestly don't know if I like them.

-So that's a problem, straight away.
-Yes, exactly. It's good.

I guess I've accepted
that I'm 38, and...

It's not very old.

Well, it is, when it gets to...

getting pregnant, and the like.

Anyway, I had accepted that,

and thought,
"Okay, I'll never have children."

And I was actually okay with that.

Until Peter entered my life.
And then...

Well, my whole world
was turned upside-down.

-And that's a fact.
-It happens.

He was so...

warm, and safe, and...

made me feel like I was a part
of something greater.

Like we could have made
a nice family.

You make it sound a bit
like that's no longer the case.

I don't know, he...

He's changed.

And when you told us
that he can't have children...

It all fell apart.

It was like... It used to be "us".

-We were like...
-Like one.

Pathetic as it may sound,
we were one.

And now, we're...

He won't let me in.
I can't reach him.

Anyway.

It feels so unprofessional
to sit here with you, and...

drop all of this in your lap.
It wasn't what I had in mind.

To talk to a colleague
with 20 years of experience?

What so unprofessional about that?
It's good. Healthy.

No couples that come to see me
and receive news like that

walk out with a smile on their face.

That's not how it works.
It's a big deal. It's children.

That's the most important thing,
for many.

The biggest experience of your life.

-Do you have children?
-Three.

-Same mother?
-No.

Three different mothers are involved.

Yep. So I'm a real slut, basically.

So I keep ordering more guacamole,
believing the nachos were spicy.

I'm pouring beer down myself
dripping with sweat, eyes bulging,

and the beautiful woman opposite me
thinks: "What is going on?"

She says:
"Easy on the habanero salsa!

You're eating it
like it's guacamole!"

I feared for my life.

So, I was thinking about this...

The inheritance you feel
Anita owes you.

What a segue!

-I know you've discussed...
-We don't need to.

Yes, we do. I am a part
of Anita's economy, as her husband.

I also invested quite a sum
into the house.

Exactly, that's the first problem.
It's not Anita's house.

-What?
-How can you claim it's your house?

Mum and Dad wanted me to have
the house when they passed away.

-You have no paperwork to prove it!
-So what?

-Calm down.
-I want my share.

You can't come demanding your share
after 15 years.

You need an estate inventory
registered with the tax authority.

And a will, if there is one.

Would you shut up, please?

It's lucky you married an expert.
You'll need it.

Get out of here.
We can't talk to each other anyway.

-You won't get your way this time.
-Get out of here!

Gladly.

Oh, God...

I told you this would happen,
why won't you listen to me?

Anita, we have to sort this out.

Anita, what are you...
Anita, what's going on?

-Absolutely, we'll sign tomorrow.
-You bet.

-We'll sign tomorrow.
-Congratulations again.

-Take care, Adam.
-You too. Bye.

-I got the flat, Vincent.
-Yes!

-Shit, man, I told you!
-I'm going to cry.

-I knew you had it in your, Aron!
-I can't believe it!

-I want a beer. Do you?
-Let's celebrate!

-My heart is racing!
-Mine too!

I swear, there's something wrong
with me.

I don't recognise my close friends.
No idea.

I didn't even recognise
my wife once. Really.

I can see why she wanted to separate.

-I see what you mean.
-Yeah.

Face blindness is a disease,
you know.

When people aren't in their
environment, I'm screwed.

-Is that right?
-Yes.

But from the belly button down
I know all of Stockholm.

God damn, you're disgusting.

-Right, here's where I turn off.
-Yes. I'm going this way.

-But thank you for tonight.
-Thank you.

We'll see if you recognise me
tomorrow.

Yes, we'll see.

-Yep.
-I don't know what came over me.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-See you tomorrow.
-Yeah.

-What did they say?
-It's probably just stress.

I should have listened to you.

I shouldn't have invited
your idiot brother. I'm sorry.

Let's go home. Come on.

Michael Jackson! Damn, you're good.

-I can't tell you apart.
-What's going on here?

-Hi!
-It's the spitting image of him!

Identical. But maybe you could find
a more up-to-date idol.

You think so?

-Get a room!
-Yuck.

I've missed you.

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