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I just want you to know that I...

LOVE ME

mean it.

-What happens now? -Open it.

-I thought you were going to propose! -I figured you might.

-Did it panic you? -Yeah, a bit!

-What is it? -The flat.

In Bagarmossen. It's ours.

-What? -The flat you loved. It's...

yours and mine.

Are you crazy? Have you bought it?

Well, you and I will.

Clara and Dad are guarantors and the bank approved a loan.

All we need to do is sign.

I love you.

She says I'm definitely the father.

But I asked if I could do a paternity test.

You asked her permission?

-Why are you such a wimp with her? -She says it's me.

But how could it have happened?

-When we had sex, we... -I don't need that image, thank you.

Sweetheart, we've done all the tests.

I know, but what I'm trying to say is when we were having sex,

she didn't sleep with anyone else.

OK, but Jonas, this doctor, said that you can't have children.

Then it's something that's happened in the past few years.

Or he's talking out of his arse.

I think doctors tend to have a good idea about...

Don't tell Dad we're in here. Hurry!

I've read her diary.

And so you believe her?

Have you seen Henry, Mika and Inez?

-No. -No...

-What did Viktor say? -Nothing. I've not spoken to him.

I've found you! What a terrible hiding place. Come on, my turn!

Why haven't you spoken to Viktor?

Wasn't that why you wanted time out,

so that you two could sort it out without me there

because you wanted some "space", right?

Can't you try to see this from my point of view?

-I am trying. -I'm done with this subject.

Why, look! That's where my old recipe binder was!

I've been looking for it everywhere!

Can't we try to focus on finding the will instead?

I really don't think it's in any of these binders.

-Then where is it? -I said I don't know!

Anita, a will is a very important document.

Yes, I know.

So how come you don't know where it is?

I don't know. I'm not so good with important papers and stuff.

This isn't just an important piece of paper, it's our future.

Look! This is my aunt Anna's place in the archipelago!

Please, Anita, can't we concentrate on finding...

We spent every single summer there when we were kids.

I know it's easy to get caught up in all that, but can't we try...

Sten! What if it's there at Aunt Anna's place?

-Why would it be there? -She's the orderly one of the family.

If it's anywhere, it's here.

Hi! I'll just go and pay.

Hi, Dad.

-How are you? -Good.

Really?

So... what's going on?

Mum and I have done a DNA test.

How does that feel?

It's just a swab, it's doesn't hurt.

No, I was just wondering...

Is it OK?

It's cool! Or what do you mean?

I mean... What do you mean?

Genealogy. It's cool!

You can go back 50,000 years.

So you got swabbed because you and Mum are doing the family history?

-Yeah. -OK.

We'll be able to see our roots. Where great, great granddad was from.

It's ace.

Shit, I'd forgotten how expensive Stockholm was. Is it up here, Peter?

Come on, darling.

...under her fur coat and walks out. "I'm not paying for this, it's mine!"

She was like a magpie. A glimpse of silver and she just...

Clara, Stella's telling us about when her grandma had to change homes

because she was a klepto! Stole things her whole life!

I have to...

She had this mohair coat with huge pockets...

Clara... Hi.

-Hi. -Listen...

Sorry. About before. It was...

-It's forgotten. -No, it was stupid.

I don't know what... I know that you're married and all...

We're not married... But, yes, he's mine.

Yeah. I feel bad. I was there as your friend.

And now... Well, it's just wrong.

-It's all right. -OK.

Since we're on the subject of that man...

When doing that test that we did...

How certain can we be about such a test?

In your opinion as a fertility doctor, not as a friend.

Well, the parameter, if we're talking sperm quality,

is mainly density.

A normal reading would be over 20 million per millilitre.

-It's the lower limit of fertility. -OK.

If I ask you as a friend...

Is it common for sperm to degrade with age?

I'm not sure about common, but when men reach...

60 or thereabouts, you can see a deterioration in...

-Hi! -Hi.

In quality. But your partner isn't 60, is he?

He hasn't turned 60 yet, no.

But if he has a kid from a previous marriage...

That you're 100% sure is his?

We're assuming he is.

It's uncommon for sperm quality to deteriorate so dramatically.

But, sure, if he's had an infection in his testicles...

or the prostate...

or has suffered a severe blow to the scrotum...

OK. Then I'll...

thank you for that very normal and detailed conversation

about my partner's genitals.

Exactly. You can... I don't know...

I'll have to get to the bottom of this.

Yes, you'll have to.

-I'll do so now. Thank you. -OK.

This is Peter's telephone, Julia speaking.

Hi, Julia. It's Clara. Is Peter there?

He can't get to the phone right now. Shall I give him a message?

No, it's OK. I can try a bit later.

-Bye. -Thanks, bye.

Yummy!

Thanks! Viktor, have you told Dad?

Mum's moving to Stockholm.

What?

When?

I just had a job interview as head of marketing at a PR agency.

I didn't think I'd get it, but they offered it to me at once!

So we said, "Let's move to Stockholm!"

Which means Viktor can be closer to you, too.

-That's good, isn't it, Dad? -Yes, really. Great.

I'll just go and get some water.

-What are you playing at? -What?

-This isn't a game, Julia. -I'm sorry, I don't get you.

-You're lying to Viktor. -I'm not, I'm protecting him.

Here.

There's his DNA. So you can do your test if that's what you want.

You can regret it later when you realise how stupid this is.

If you'd been in his position, you wouldn't have liked it either

if your dad suddenly decided that he wasn't your dad

and then wanted a test because his girlfriend said so.

-Don't bring Clara into it. -She's got nothing to do with it?

No, she hasn't.

-Let him be blissfully ignorant. -He thinks it's about family history.

Everyone's doing it. It's not so strange.

It's really strange to lie.

So sweet of you, darling. You managed three glasses? Thanks!

-Here you go. -Thanks.

My god!

I feel so grounded every time I come here and get...

to breathe this air.

-Maybe that's the answer. -What is?

To just dump everything and move out to the archipelago.

Don't get any such ideas into your head.

There it is, Aunt Anna's house.

-Hello. -Hi.

Can I help you?

Aunt Anna, it's me, Anita!

-Oh my, little Anita! -Hi!

-Heavens, my dear girl. Come in! -Thank you.

We have all we need to get Isse.

Nice work, Aron. How are things otherwise?

How's it going with what's-her-name, your girl?

Jenny? It's...

I mean, they're fine. Or...

You know what they're like, girls. Elsa talks a lot, you know?

-About? -What doesn't she talk about?

But your girl, she dislikes.

No, it's a bit...

-complicated. -Some advice for you, Aron.

Shrug it off. Let the babes carry on.

Listen, definitely. Take in, maybe.

But don't respond, and then just let it all go.

You know how they work. It's their mental machinery.

They talk things to death. I usually just stand there smiling.

Just let her babble on while your mind's elsewhere.

It's like mindfulness meets mindfuck.

So anyway...

all that remains is for you...

to stick your autograph there and we're done.

Great!

-Hey, thanks. -Thank you.

So you'll sort Isse while I'm in Gothenburg.

Good luck now.

Bye now!

Rick, wait, you've...

What the...

What a bastard.

Isse, my client Rick is suing you. I must hear your side. Can we meet?

I'm off.

You OK?

Sure.

Right... I was thinking about Rick.

He's cool.

It feels nice to be helping him against that bastard Isse, right?

-Good. See you. -Bye.

I'd say it was Rick who was doing the dirty.

Money from the Child Cancer gala went into his own pocket.

Or more precisely, an account in the Cayman Islands.

And now he's going after me to divert attention from his real problems.

"His real problems", which are?

Where shall I begin?

Plagiarism, breach of contract, you name it.

It's only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan.

And when that happens...

There's no end to the things he could be accused of.

Hey, stop! What's going on here?

What's going on?

-I'll just... leave. -There's the door.

What the... What the fuck are you playing at?

There's no need to over-react.

I've just caught my best friend with a female colleague in my hospital

while her husband and kids are playing hide and seek in my flat!

-And you say I'm over-reacting? -It's not actually your hospital...

Have you completely lost the plot?

I'm in love.

You're not in love with that woman?

-She's called Stella. -I know that, she works with me!

I know exactly who she is. But you're not in... Are you in love?

Would you have reacted like this if she was a man?

-Yes, I would have. -No, you wouldn't. No way.

-Because you're shocked I'm gay. -I'm not shocked you're a lesbian!

I know you!

You might be confused and searching for something

and think the grass is greener, what do I know?

But you haven't left Vincent because you've realised you're a lesbian!

You're horny, and that's cool. I get that. Totally.

But while you're... taking out your...

passionate side here in the hospital, on the basin,

I'm putting up your husband and your kids

and that's deranged, Sasha.

God!

Well...

-Are you done now? -I'm done.

Sit.

-Dare I? Or will you hit on me? -You're not my type!

-God, I'd never... Ugh! -Phew!

Seriously.

What are you doing?

I don't know...

Look, I love you and Vincent and the kids.

-You've never told me that before. -But I love Peter, too. A bit more.

And I need peace and quiet at home so I can sort out our lives.

-So what's going on? -What the hell's going on?

I'll tell you.

Peter's got his hands full with his brain-dead ex.

He's agonising over maybe not being Viktor's biological father

and it's eating away at him, so he's feeling like shit.

And how are you?

I don't know.

I feel...

sad that we'll never be able to have children.

I can imagine.

It's like that problem has been swallowed up by all the others.

-It doesn't sound uncomplicated. -No. It isn't.

I love him so much, it hurts.

But I also feel that I have to...

Maybe I have to let him go.

But this isn't... You've got to speak to him.

-Don't you think I've tried, Sasha? -OK.

OK.

I used to be so angry, but now I'm just...

-Maybe we have no future together. -Clara...

Maybe it's as simple as that.

Maybe it's easier to be a lesbian after all.

I don't know. It's not that much fun either. You miss cock.

Don't say that while you're hugging me.

-God, you're such a prude. -It makes me scared of you.

-Cock. -Stop it!

Can you just sort your life out?

I don't know how long I can take being a mother of six.

-I'll have a word with Vincent. -Thank you.

-I'll have to report this, you know. -You'll report nothing.

I'm kidding. Jesus. Lost your sense of humour?

This is where we always slept when we were kids.

Oh my god!

-Oh, wow... -These are still here!

If Aunt Anna is the orderly one in your family...

I can see now how you turned out as you did.

She's not always been like this. She's old now!

I get that, but this...

But you're the one who says we have to find the document.

-It's a will, Anita. -Yes, yes...

-Look at this! -Hans has hired a lawyer.

Mum had one of these!

If we can't find proof that the house is yours, we'll have to sell.

Then get looking! Chop chop, what are you waiting for?

Oh, look at this!

I've always loved these. I'm taking them home.

I think we're getting things under control...

This is exactly how I want to live out my life.

-Hi! Need a lift somewhere? -It's OK, I have a car.

-I was thinking of grabbing a bite... -I've got to get home.

Right. OK. You have my number, right?

If you ever fancied calling to have a chat about sperm...

-I think we're done with that topic. -You're probably right.

-Right. See you! -Bye.

-Oh, hi. -Hello.

-Where's Lola? -At Clara and Peter's place.

-Can I come in for sec? -Rick's not here.

It's you I want to talk to.

OK...

Let's tip them all out. Look, they're all there!

There. Do you want it?

-Hi. Where's Aron? -Some job thing came up.

OK. So you took over as babysitter?

-It'd seem so. But I don't mind. -OK.

Hi. Are you hungry?

I'm doing something tonight.

-I thought you were in tonight. -Me too.

But I forgot this dinner I'm going to.

-What dinner? -My colleagues have arranged it.

-So I'm only here to change shoes. -Pity.

You're missing out on a full-bodied bouillabaisse.

Pity.

Will you be late?

No, I'll try to keep it short.

-Love you. -You too.

-You must have that on. -Are you going to cut my hair?

There are a couple of things you need to know.

What is it, Aron? Can't you tell me... what it is?

Rick might not be who you think he is, Elsa.

-I know exactly who he is. -I think you might not.

-You don't have to worry about me. -I'm not. Only I'm sitting there...

It's OK. I'll be fine.

OK. At least I've warned you now.

I know he has other girls.

-OK. But I mean... -He's a DJ. DJs sleep around.

Thanks for reminding me.

He has groupies in every town. Do you think I'm blind?

No, but...

You want to live with some clown who's going behind your back?

-He's the pits! -You know...

You're so fucking cute.

He's not cheating on me.

We have an open relationship.

He sleeps around, I sleep around...

It's cool. We love each other anyway.

Really? OK...

He proposed last month.

Congratulations.

So now it's our last chance to have some fun.

Each of us.

God...

I don't know for how much longer she can live out here on her own.

She can't even find her way to her own bed!

I'll have to have a word with her about her moving into a home.

Sounds wise.

I... I'm really sorry...

for not knowing where wills and things are.

But I...

couldn't imagine ending up in this situation.

I know that, Anita.

Whatever happens, we'll manage.

Whatever happens.

Elsa, I can't.

No one has to know.

I can't.

No, Elsa. I'm sorry.

You can't get married to Rick.

You can't, Elsa, he...

He's going to end up in deep shit.

You can't be dragged into it. Sorry. Sorry.

You don't fucking know what you're talking about.

Maybe not, but I can't not warn you. You and Lola are my family.

-He's not a good man. -Are you jealous?

I'm not! Listen, I care about you! I don't want you to get hurt.

Stop pretending to be someone you're not, Aron. OK?

-We're doing OK, compared to you... -Because he doesn't listen to you!

When you talk to him, his mind's somewhere else!

Nothing you say means shit to him, he told me so himself!

How does that feel, eh?

You want to live with a man who doesn't put you first?

A man who you can't share everything with?

I think you should ask yourself that question.

-You just want to ruin things for me. -I don't get you.

Get out of here!

-Elsa, it's... -Go! Get the fuck out!

Elsa...

-Come on. -Let me just get my stuff.

I just thought she was uncomfortable about seeing a gynaecologist.

-Because some women are. -"Some"? Most, I'd say.

But then she looked at me and said:

"We were seated next to each other at that wedding last summer!"

That's what she'd spent the examination thinking about!

But it was her, actually, so...

Well, there you go.

-Thanks. -For what?

For being so easy to be with.

-Things are meant to be easy, no? -Sure.

And they were with Peter before all this started.

And now it's like I can't stand being near him.

I see him with a kid and just back out of the flat like a freak.

Something's not right. I'm so scared he'll leave me that I'm...

preparing myself.

-You're protecting yourself. -Sure, but if you love someone...

it's meant to be easy, you're meant to want to be with them all the time.

And now it's like we've come to a dead end.

Like we've hit a wall.

-And you know where you stand? -Yes. I'm certain of it.

It's just that I have no fucking idea where I stand. Jesus...

God, it's agonising!

-It's like I can't talk to him. -It's hard, I know.

But you have me. You know that, right?

I know.

Here it is! Shit, Anita, I've found it!

What does it say?

-What does it say? -Have you been lying to me?

-About what? -The house.

-What do you mean? -The house was bequeathed to Hans.

-Have you been lying? -No. I guess I missed that bit...

"Missed"? You missed it. OK.

Are you stupid?

Know what, Sten? I don't care.

I... I can't take it any more.

I've fought with my brother my whole life.

I can't go on. I don't care, he can have it...

"He can have it"? What are you talking about?

Surely it's not that simple. Can he just have it?

How will we settle it financially? Listen to me!

We've spent a fortune on renovating the house.

-Are we just going to give it away? -I don't know.

I don't know.

X-RAY RESULTS, CARDIOLOGY CLINIC ROSSLING, ANITA

Changes, such as the thickening of the left ventricular wall...

-Hi. -Hi.

-How are things? -Fine. I dropped off.

-You? -Fine.

Poppet...

Is everything OK?

-Sleep tight. -Good night.

-Don't forget we're signing tomorrow. -I know.

-You'd forgotten! -OK, I had. But I know now.

-Good night! -Good night!

-Hi. -Hi.

-Did you have a nice time? -Sure.

-I get the results tomorrow. -OK.

And then we'll know.

Shit! Fuck!

Fuck!

-Hi, sorry. I'll be there, I just... -Hi, Jenny. It's Elsa.

-Hi, Elsa. -Do you have a minute?

I need to talk to you about something.

-How long are we going to wait? -Clara, please...

I'm sure she'll be here any second.

-Maybe you can start signing. -Exactly. Good. We can be...

a bit efficient. Great initiative. Thanks.

And a little signature in each corner.

Of course.

-Hi. -Hey, sweetheart!

You can sign here.

Like so...

Here.

What's up?

I'm sorry, but I don't think this flat is going to help us.

"Help us"?

Sorry.

-Can we postpone this until tomorrow? -Sure. We can book a new time.

Ace.

-Sorry, I have to... -Go!

-I'll call! -Speak soon. Bye.

-What just happened? -I'm sure it'll be alright.

They just need to straighten things out.

-So how are things with you? -You know...

-Has something happened? -Yes.

-What? -Do you have time for a quick coffee?

Of course.

-Peter speaking. -Is this Peter Krut I'm talking to?

Krut, that's right.

I'm calling about the DNA sample you submitted.

OK...

Well, the results show that Viktor Nilsson and you...

have no matching DNA.

OK...

-Do you have any questions? -No.

No, I don't think so.

You'll also get the results by post in the next few days.

-Thank you. -Good bye.

I'm such a fucking idiot.

Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy is the most common heart condition.

But it says she has a low ejection fraction

so it's a rather... gloomy prognosis, I'm afraid.

I understand, but... what does it mean?

That they've thought she would die every day since she was 15.

Which is why I assume they left everything to Hans.

Why hasn't she said anything?

I don't know, Dad, you'll have to ask her.

I don't think I can cope with another wife dying on me.

Dad, the doctors thought she'd die every day since she was 15.

She's the most alive person I've ever met, at least.

So there's no need to worry.

No.

I really have to go to work now.

What's going on?

You can stay here until you find somewhere else.

I don't get it! Are you dumping me, now?

After all I've done?

Hello! Are you going to say anything?

Are you going to tell me what you think I've done wrong?

All I've ever done is try to make you happy.

I work around the clock, I've secured this flat that we've dreamt about!

I've dragged in my sister, my dad, what the fuck are you doing?

I've spoken to Elsa, Aron.

What's she said?

It doesn't matter what she said.

No, it matters a great deal what she said.

I just wish you'd talked to me, like we used to.

She's lying, babes. She...

You've got to hear me out. I...

She's the one who wanted sex. Not me.

She just started undressing. I just stood there like a lemon...

Can you just tell me what she said so that I can explain?

She asked if I knew that you were working with Rick.

And that she was the one who brought you two together

so that you'd pull you finger out of your arse and get a raise.

So that her daughter wouldn't have to stay in this shitty little flat.

That's what she said.

-So she said nothing about... -No.

But now I know.

Don't.

-Excuse me, Clara Mattsson... -In the staff room, over there.

OK, thanks.

I don't know how to say this,

but I feel that after we kissed...

you've been giving off mixed signals.

And I don't really know how to interpret them.

I don't think I have given off mixed signals.

I don't want anything from this. I love Peter and you know that.

You know that, right?

You were there as my friend. You said so yourself.

Yes, but maybe I want more than that.

But...

My life is chaotic enough as it is right now.

But I sense that you want something more, too.

Yes, but maybe that's part of the chaos.

Subtitles: Neil Betteridge www.plint.com