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Hi!

So...

-How are you doing? -The place looks lovely.

You think? I've tried to go back to the original style.

Then you must hate me for removing the tiles here.

-No, what's done is done. -I told you so.

-Hi. -I thought you said it was informal.

It is. What did you think?

I think I just broke this.

-Let me fix it. -No, it's been loose for a long time.

-Just let him do his thing. -The cellar is a mess.

He enjoys fixing, and you're in your best suit...

Do you need any help?

-Albert, so good to see you again. -Likewise.

-Hi, I'm Elin. -I'm Albert. Nice to meet you.

Hi. Nicolas Jones. Head of BlueSeeds.

-You're British? -Yeah. You're pleased.

No, but I thought BlueSeeds was American.

It is. I emigrated. Couldn't get enough of the burgers and baseball.

-They gave him everything I own. -Rubbish! I had to beg him.

-But where does that leave CellBox? -Rich.

It's still a brand, just under the BlueSeeds umbrella.

"CellBox by BlueSeeds".

Congratulations. To both of you, really.

So, welcome.

Shall we head upstairs?

And this is my boyfriend. Bjørn.

Oh, hey. Sorry. I thought you worked here.

No, I'm just fixing what I broke.

Bjørn is a carpenter.

So how did you two meet?

-We? -Yeah.

We met here, actually.

-What, right here? -Right here.

-Okay. -CC and I were breaking up.

And Bjørn was redoing our house.

Right!

Oh. Okay, okay.

So I've really put my foot in it.

No, you haven't. Not at all.

It was a great breakup.

Absolutely.

Great.

I'm so sorry I missed it.

Okay, what am I looking at?

24610, successful. 28763, unsuccessful.

But what we now know: In the case of the unsuccessful embryo,

the male was exposed to cigarette smoke in utero.

His family history includes rheumatism and psoriasis.

The female had a BMI of 28.

And she also had her appendix removed at 19.

Random health details gathered from the patient questionnaire.

But wait. How can you possibly know

that any of these factors have anything to do with this embryo?

These connections are still a few steps ahead of us.

Only the algorithm knows.

Shall we continue at the table?

Still not convinced?

In Norway, a questionnaire like that

would be seen as a violation of the patient's right to privacy.

-You sure? -Absolutely.

The questionnaire is entirely voluntary.

I thought this was about a cabinet that could hold 37 degrees.

What does that have to do with rheumatism and psoriasis?

That's what they're researching.

The thing is, we're not interested

in your patient's private health details in themselves.

What we're interested in, is improving our predictions.

If all the eggs look good, and the difference lies in the appendix,

you're not learning how to pick the best eggs.

You're picking the best parents.

No, what Nicolas is saying,

is they're looking for unknown reasons for infertility.

Don't get your appendix removed,

because some mastermind computer will judge you a hopeless case.

I think it's visionary.

You'll be making connections that would never have been discovered.

No, but Bjørn is right.

You're building a very powerful weapon

that can easily be directed at the patient.

-As he said, it was voluntary. -I heard that.

-Did you? -Yes.

What do you think about all this, Tanja?

I think loss of privacy is the price we have to pay

to live the way we want, these days.

If you're on Facebook...

That's a really good example.

So Bien is like Facebook,

the patients are the users, and you're the third party.

Using the patients' data to find the best eggs.

Embryos, but yes.

Only you keep your findings a secret,

so the clinics will have to buy your cupboard to be successful.

You're completely right.

But that is health technology in a nutshell.

The secrets, the competition, is what pushes us to be better.

That's what drives innovation.

Which in the end benefits the patient.

The ones who can afford it.

-Please, dig in. -Thank you.

You put water in the bowl. Lemon.

And then you get your hands dirty.

I don't understand. So you're just against surrogacy, period?

You think of surrogacy just as a business.

No problem whatsoever,

as long as somebody is buying and somebody is selling.

Women should be allowed to do whatever they want with their bodies.

They can sell their body for sex, they can end unwanted pregnancies.

Why shouldn't they carry a child if they want to?

No woman at this table would consider it.

They also wouldn't consider mopping the floors at the local mall.

Does that mean we should ban mopping floors?

You think that's a comparison? Mopping floors?

Nicolas,

tell us how Norwegian clinics are different from American ones.

I'm curious.

The main difference is that you guys operate more like hospitals.

When someone comes in, you feel obliged to help them.

You lose sight of the fact your main responsibility is to your business.

It's not just you. We see this in all the Scandinavian countries.

To compete with public healthcare, private clinics have to allow more.

Older, overweight patients. Patients with complex issues.

Which means they have to have multiple attempts,

and your success rate suffers.

You need to be shutting the door on these people.

I'm sorry,

the fertility business doesn't benefit from regular customers.

And bars.

The alcoholics scare the other customers away.

There is one thing we do right at Bien.

We never make fun of our patients.

Ever.

Hi!

Hi.

Hi, honey.

What are you wearing?

This was all I had.

I know we're not overdoing it, but you look like a lawyer.

I don't feel the need to get married at all.

You know I love your dad, right?

I love him as much as you can love another person.

But I don't feel we need a big wedding to prove that.

-That's all. -Well, that's not our problem.

-You have seven minutes. -Don't mess with me!

-This is an ambush, Maiken. -Don't "Maiken" me!

You're going to love it.

No way!

-Hello? Please! -You are wearing this.

It's just your size. Pure elegance!

Stella!

Hi!

Isn't Elin with you? She isn't here.

Do you have the rings?

-Never mind. -Shit!

By the way... Mona.

Hi. Bjørn.

-Can't you zip it up? -No problem.

I'm not Beyoncé.

You're more elegant.

No, no, no!

You're going to look like a princess.

Stella, no!

Yes!

Okay.

Something's stuck.

Something's stuck in this damn golden shoe.

No way!

-That is so totally insane. -Just put it on.

-Look! -This is what I didn't want.

Someone is waiting for you.

Go up there and say "I do."

Dear Elin and Bjørn.

You have come here today to be joined in matrimony.

By entering into marriage,

you promise to support each other in all aspects of life.

In good times and in bad.

Promising to love someone for the rest of your life

is the hardest promise you can make another person.

Be generous, open,

and honest with each other.

Now you are together in life.

Together in joy and sorrow.

I ask you first,

Elin Merete Moe:

Do you take Bjørn Oscarsson, who is at your side,

-to be your husband? -I do.

Please, do I have to do it today?

-It's your turn. -Let's hear it.

You have been warned. It's not good.

You can't say it's bad before you've started.

A mother was pregnant for the second time.

She wanted to tell her daughter how it happened.

The daughter says: "The egg is in your stomach,

but how does the sperm get in there? Do you swallow it?"

"No," the mother responds. "You only do that if you want a new handbag."

Hi.

-I just have to get changed. -Hang on, Elin.

-I thought it was funny. -I said it wasn't any good.

Allow us to congratulate you from the bottom of our hearts.

Did you get married?

I overheard a conversation she had with Town Hall, so...

Were you seriously going to keep it a secret?

It was supposed to happen later.

-But there was a cancellation. -Why not do it during lunch?

-You look lovely. -Congratulations.

-Thank you. -I didn't think you would remarry.

It was such a disaster the first time.

I've always felt it's awkward to promise the same things again.

-I still do. -Then why did you do it?

Because it looks better on an adoption application.

Hi, Stella!

-You little thief! -You look lovely.

-Are you getting married now? -Yes.

Excuse me, who is this princess?

You are so lovely!

There are so many things

between aura photography and paracetamol.

-That are well-documented. -Like what?

Reflexology...

You can't say that's well-documented!

It's an example.

I'm sorry to interrupt this fascinating discussion

about right and wrong.

I'll be... I don't have that much to say.

Because I have to go to the bathroom.

We weren't planning on having this kind of wedding.

And I heard a rumor that someone thinks

we only got married in order to adopt.

That is wrong. Completely wrong.

There are other reasons.

Inheritance. Tax benefits. And some other stuff I don't understand.

But I now own half a house, which I didn't before.

All that stuff about how wonderful she is and how lucky I am,

she just finds that embarrassing.

Elin.

Because I love you...

I'll keep it brief

and just say thank you for this.

Teresa!

Here you go.

Aren't you cold?

What a lovely day!

You did great, Elin.

Just one last time.

One last time.

-Elin, you have to let it go. -I will. I will.

If it doesn't work.

-You have applied for adoption. -Yes.

But we haven't been officially approved yet.

But you have sent an application?

Please.

One last time, and I promise I'll never ask again.

I promise.

What does Bjørn say?

Elin...

It's okay. It really is okay.

Excuse me, I have to...

Mine. Now.

-Good morning, my wife. -My god!

It's just me.

Hi.

Listen. Could you pick Stella up at the opera tonight?

-I have to help Magnus with the boat. -Shit!

-Dammit! -What is it?

Just hang it up when you get there. It will dry eventually.

-Have you eaten? -I have an apple.

-Eat it on the way. -Whatever.

-That doesn't hurt. -Be more careful.

I have a serious hangover.

Do you?

A horrible one. How can you work?

-I don't understand it myself. -How do you do it?

What if I get a baby that doesn't feel like mine?

Or if I get a kid that doesn't like me?

-Everyone thinks like that. -No, they don't.

Everyone from the adoption course is so excited.

They're bonding and chatting and loving everything about it.

They'll invite me to Christmas parties and get-togethers

well before anyone has been assigned a child.

It's only natural that you're somewhat ambivalent.

Maybe if I say it out loud?

What?

"We are going to adopt."

Maybe my body will think I have given up.

Then it will relax and I'll get pregnant.

That sounds like something I would say.

Is that what you want?

-Can I try something? -What?

I have been to a course on cold wombs.

Stop it!

What, you mean a cold uterus?

Exactly. A cold uterus.

-That doesn't exist. -It does.

With the world's biggest Chinese quotation marks, or what?

Stop it. I'm serious.

And if it is cold,

I can try to warm it up.

-Let's give it a try. -Okay.

What is that?

A moxa box.

Exciting, no?

-This is totally insane. -Now breathe.

Stella, are you with us?

-Bye! -Bye.

-Aren't you taking the bus? -No, Elin is picking me up.

Bye!

Elin?

I have to wake you up. I have another patient at 6:30.

-It isn't 6:30, is it? -It's 6:20.

-What's going on? -No, no, no!

Can I please have a credit card?

Hotel Bondeheimen, Sverre speaking.

It's Stella.

This gentleman will help you further. I'm so sorry.

Hi, Stella.

What's the matter?

Sorry, sorry!

-You don't forget your kid! -It's okay.

-Let the adults handle this. -I am so sorry.

-I didn't forget her. -How long did you expect her to wait?

If you're going to let her share responsibility,

her brain has to be functioning!

Hi, honey.

I'm so sorry. My phone was on mute and I forgot the time.

It's okay. I've said I can take the bus.

That isn't what this is about, Stella.

You're a child. It's about taking responsibility.

Go get in the car so you don't get cold. I'll talk to you later.

Sorry.

So, where were you?

Out and about.

-I took a walk in the forest. -The forest?

-What's going on? -Nothing.

I just have a lot on my mind.

-Like what? -Like...

Adoption. Bolivian kids.

-Things like that. -And so you forgot her?

I didn't forget her.

I lost track of time.

This situation is vulnerable. She has just started trusting you again.

-I'm sorry. -It's okay. See you at home.

Are you okay to drive?

But my body deserves another chance.

It feels different in a way.

People try everything. You know that.

-Healing. Sugar pills. Foot massage. -I'm not taking sugar pills!

-Please. -You have tried 17 times, Elin.

You can't go on like this.

I'm not only your doctor.

I'm also your friend.

-And I'm putting my foot down now. -Please.

I can't.

Hi.

Could I have a word with you?

Hi, Hennie, what are you making?

-A telephone. -Wow, that is cool!

-She's getting good at that. -You aren't allowed to say "good."

You're supposed to say: "I see you're working. Keep it up."

-It's true. -That is utter nonsense.

I need you to perform an egg retrieval for me.

It's Saturday. We have plans.

On me.

I have 4 on the left, 5-6 on the right.

And three of them were over 18 today.

That's pretty good.

-Doesn't Teresa usually help you? -She couldn't today.

-So suddenly I have to? -I need your help.

-Are you asking me to break the law? -I have a signed consent form.

The only violation is for recommended staffing.

And that's a minor...

Elin, it still feels like we'd be crossing a line.

If not several.

Then stop feeling, CC.

-Just do me this favor. -It isn't that simple.

It isn't that hard, either. I just need a favor.

What number would this be?

Don't view me as a patient. I can do that myself.

So you wouldn't be my patient?

I'm simply asking you for help.

I need you to help me.

Have you thought about the consequences if this comes out?

You owe me this.

You owe me this.

And you know that.

If you can just

finish up here, we can go.

Come on.

Let's go.

Hey!

So the hormone hell is over?

We shouldn't joke about that, but yes.

So now she's sane again?

Have you talked to Renate?

She's good. We're good.

-That's good. -That is good.

-You deserve it. -Thanks.

But it's fair to say she's been quite unstable.

We've been doing this for seven years.

Seven.

Hormones, waiting,

disappointment.

Hormones, waiting, disappointment.

Eventually you're completely broken.

But the idea of adoption

got her to stop.

Give up.

How much dope do you want?

I want 5 milligrams of morphine. No, make it 10.

No, 5 should be enough. Go with 5.

-Have you thawed the sperm? -It's ready, in there.

Ready for a little trip?

-Was that funny? -Do you say that to patients?

No, only to you.

I realize it can feel unfair.

That I got more than I deserve.

I don't begrudge you your children, CC.

Of course I don't.

One of us no longer had to struggle.

And that ended up being you.

Yeah.

I've just always felt

I could have handled things differently.

That's true.

That's 100% true.

Imagine if we both

had been a little nicer to each other.

Then we might have been here together now.

You and I.

I just...

I hope things work out for you.

Then pick out some golden eggs.

We could have taken a breather, but Elin doesn't do that.

If there's a project, she goes all in. She's a doer.

Full bore.

I have a weak spot for that.

I dig that about her.

What happened to...

Will we see more of Mona?

It's me and Samantha now.

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