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Hello? Excuse me?

LOVE ME

The card was declined.

Do you have another one?

No, there's something wrong with it.

Maybe there was a magnetic problem.

-Please, try again. -No, there's nothing wrong with it.

There's just no money there.

Aron, I can pay.

No, please, Dad. Don't do that.

This is our gift to you. Can you let me get a hold of Clara?

-But Aron... -Can I have five fucking minutes?

Five minutes.

It's his gift to you.

Sure, but if there's a problem.

But let him solve it.

Yes, let him solve this.

Hans... could you just shut up?

-Hello? -Clara!

How the can you put me in this position?

-Are you stupid? -Aron...

I said that I don't have any money, and now I have to pay the bill!

How the fuck did you think I'd manage that?

Aron, calm down.

I'll send the money. How much?

-But why aren't you here? -Because I can't, right now.

Sure, you have relationship issues, but it is Dad's birthday.

-What are your priorities? -I'm sorry about that, but I...

I have to be with Peter now.

I don't understand you!

It was your fucking suggestion. I told you I don't have any money.

-I told you! -I know.

And I am telling you that I will pay the bill.

Just tell me how much to transfer, and I'll do it now. Jesus!

Don't Jesus me, Clara! It's 5,845 kronor.

-Plus tips. -You'll have it in five minutes.

-Okay? -Yes. Good.

Tell Dad that I'm sorry I can't be there.

No, I won't do that!

Say whatever the hell you want, but that's the truth.

-I'll send the money now. -Good! Bye.

Bye.

The transfer!

Right. I've spoken to Clara. She's sorry she couldn't make it.

I'll pay, you can give me a present another day.

It's been taken care of.

Good. Let's move on to a place that has tables.

How does that sound? I'll take care of the next bill.

Wow! What an overwhelming response!

Sure! We'd be happy to join. Right?

No, I have to go home.

-There's another day tomorrow. -Yes.

But it won't be your birthday anymore.

-A little one... -No, darling.

-Okay, I'd love to come. -You're coming.

Good, it'll be you and me. We'll be lethal.

What are you...

Where did my shoes go?

-Are you okay, Dad? -Yes, just a bit tired.

There they are.

What's happening, sis?

-Are you coming? -Yes. I can't get my shoes on.

Just wait a second.

I'm happy that you're happy.

I'm happy that you look happy.

It's good that you're going.

No, I don't want to get rid of you.

But it gives me hope.

It gives me hope that you'll do what you want to do.

You should always do that.

But there's something that I...

-want you to know, and that is... -What?

That I'm ill.

Is that so?

I have HCM. That's what it's called.

Well, it's a heart problem.

They also call it "enlarged heart".

-Maybe it's better if I don't leave. -No.

Of course you should go. That's not why I'm telling you.

But if I were to die...

-Please, stop it. -No, but if I do die.

If I die...

please don't argue with Sten. Please don't.

I don't know how much more he can take, actually.

Can you promise me that?

I can promise you that.

Cheers to your enormously big heart.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

She called and said she'd come by tomorrow.

Okay.

-Maybe that's good? -No, it's not.

It can only mean that it's not good.

This is a fucking nightmare.

Darling.

I can't cope.

-Hello, my love. -Hi.

-Did you have a good time? -Yes.

Yes, we did.

I had forgotten how funny he can be.

He told me a story about August.

You don't know who that is.

He is...

He is married to Liselott, one of our cousins.

When he...

When he pretended that he was choking,

just because he didn't...

He didn't want to eat Liselott's pasta bolognese.

But the funny thing about that is...

No, it doesn't matter.

It's funnier if you know who they are.

Yes, I guess so.

Yes, but August...

I mean, it's so crazy to stage a thing like that.

I hope he'll remember the meeting tomorrow.

-August? -Hans.

Oh, Hans!

Yes.

It's at 10.30.

It's at ten!

Oh, it was at ten.

So, so funny!

So funny!

You can't do this.

-He's a child. You've said that. -Right, he's my child. Not yours.

-You've been clear. -Please.

I've been nice for long enough.

It's about him. He's not well, as you can see.

He's very strong. He'll get through this.

Shit, he must get that from his biological father.

-Stop, Julia, you're hurting... -Shut up!

Damn it! Let me go!

Viktor, are you coming? Are you ready?

Darling?

Hi. Good, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Can I give him a hug? Can you wait?

Go with Mum, and I'll see you soon.

I'm badly parked. Come on, Viktor.

There, sweetheart. Come on, take your bag.

We have to hurry up. Come on!

There.

Bye.

Yes, we're done then.

The house is yours, Anita.

I asked you for two things.

Two really bloody simple things.

Getting rid of the house, and staying bloody far away.

And what do you do? The opposite!

Why?

-Why did you get in touch with her? -I didn't.

She got in touch with me.

-You don't understand anything. -No, I have to admit I don't.

I had a plan!

Anita had a different plan.

You've ruined my plan!

You thought I was trying to take my sister's house from her.

And you're worried about your money, and what will happen to it.

But now the house is yours. What have I done wrong?

You've got everything you've moaned about.

Isn't that enough?

Or is there something you want to tell me?

I was very clear about what the deal was.

You were, but things don't always go to plan.

Relax, or you might be the one with a heart problem.

Hey! I think we should go home and celebrate.

Yes, we will!

Hey, I just wanted to see if I could come and get Lola?

What? She's not with you until next week.

-I know. -What are you doing?

-But I just... -What?

I'm just missing her a bit.

-That's it. -I'm trying to mend my relationship.

-Elsa. -What the hell do you want?

Let's stick to what we agreed.

I'm just trying to talk, not ruin anything for you.

You know what, Aron? Here's a little tip.

Don't talk so fucking much.

But it... Well.

There.

Then she strikes, twisting everything to her advantage.

She's crazy. I'm bloody scared of her.

-Who is it? -Aron. I can't deal with it.

-Go on, take it! Please. -Yes.

-What? -Hey, it's me.

I thought as much, as it said "Aron" on the screen.

What do you want?

-I'm feeling lonely. -Okay.

Can you call somebody else? I'm kind of busy.

-Would you have time to meet? -I'm kind of busy, as I just said.

Damn it!

Jenny's dumped me.

Sorry to hear that, but I have bigger problems to deal with.

I'll call you back. Okay?

-Bye. -Bye.

Oh, my God!

-Darling... -What do you do with a crazy person?

Are we talking about Julia, Aron or you now?

I think you should speak to an outsider.

-Maybe the social care authorities. -And say what? I'm not the dad!

But you can't give up.

She's so damn manipulative.

There are people out there who will listen to you.

They won't believe me. There's a reason the police was here.

-It's all my fault. -You haven't done anything wrong.

No. You and I know that.

The hard thing is that he's just a pawn to her.

She doesn't care what he thinks. That's what hurts.

There's nothing that can be done.

Damn it!

I'll deal with that. It'll be fine.

Go and lie down on the sofa.

-Okay? -Yes.

-Did she remember you at all? -No.

-She didn't ten years ago either. -Or 20.

-Did she invite you for coffee? -Yes.

I hope you brought your own.

-I did. -Look at this.

We were talking about when we're out at Aunt Anna's.

-Oh, right. -Sten!

Tell us something from your childhood.

Excuse me.

You were lucky there.

-Salud, hermano. -Salud, hermana.

How is your Spanish coming along?

Hi, Dad.

-Hi, Aron! -Can I come in?

Hey, maybe we can talk out here instead.

-Why? -It's nice to get some fresh air.

-Please, can't I come in? -This isn't really a good time.

It's a bit messy in there.

It's bloody messy.

I'm so happy that everything worked out this way.

So am I.

-Damn it! -Not so loud.

Why should I be quiet?

Have you told Sten?

What?

About your heart.

No.

Why not?

No, I don't know... You don't know Sten.

No, and it isn't easy to get to know him.

He's been through an awful lot these past few years.

His previous wife was ill for a long time.

She died two years ago.

And he's had a really hard time.

But now he's been given a second chance.

Right?

-Few at his age get that. -No.

Hey, if you got a second chance at that age,

would you have gone all in with a woman at the brink of death?

-No, don't say that. -Well, would you?

No, but I don't think he's as fragile as you think.

I have nothing!

I have no girlfriend. I have no job.

I don't have a mum. My own sister doesn't have time for me.

I have no money, no home.

I don't even have Lola this week.

I'm desperate here.

The last chance is going to Dad

and hope he wants to watch Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

and eat some rolls. But forget about that!

You won't even let me in, because it's a bit messy in there.

Anita is dying.

How is that supposed to make me feel better?

Can't we try to keep our relationship at this level?

-What level is that? -This one.

I mean, we can talk to each other now.

We can be open. No secrets, no arguments.

Life is too short for that.

What's the matter?

Sten knows.

Knows what?

He knows about your illness.

Forget it. Take these.

So fucking bad.

So cool! Triplets, you don't see that every day.

Hey, you're leaving me hanging.

-What's that? -This is so damn sick.

Is it a diary?

-It's Julia's. -Okay.

-Who the hell is Julia? -Peter's ex.

-Do you have her diary? -Yes.

-Want to hear some? -Yes!

Have a seat.

-"Dear diary"... -It starts well.

Yes, it starts really well.

"I can't stop thinking of Peter.

I'm in the bed where we slept together just a few days ago.

When I close my eyes, I can see the whole thing from start to finish.

How he pushed me against the wall, pulled my blouse off,

how we giggled about a button that came off."

So dorky! Okay.

"How he carefully put me on the bed, kissed my neck,

how he paused,

and looked into my eyes as if he wanted to say it was us forever.

How I licked his ear.

How his breathing changed with arousal.

How he caressed my breasts. Slowly, down towards my stomach."

-Where is this going? -"He whispered in my ear:

'Let me know if you want me to stop.'

How I groaned: 'No, don't ever stop.'"

Yeah, I know...

"It's been three days since we spoke. He doesn't answer my calls.

How can a person be so cold?"

-But you've got to... wow. -Wow.

-How old was she when she wrote that? -She wrote it two weeks ago.

Come again?

This was bought at a bookshop exactly two weeks ago.

It's so fucking scary.

You must be kidding.

I wish I was, but I'm not.

-She's horror film crazy. -Some scary shit.

Holy fuck! She's gone to Adlibris...

-No, it was Akademibokhandeln. -She went there.

And she's rubbed it on gravel to make it look worn and old.

-I guess so. -And she wrote this story.

-It's not just a page. -She's filled the whole book.

To be able to use it as evidence.

Yes, I guess so.

I'm sorry that I'm... But this is...

-Oh my God, for real? -It's so sick.

Does Peter know about this?

Yes, she's read carefully selected chapters aloud to him.

But I don't think that he knows that it's a post-construction.

Can I have a look?

It's so fucking bizarre.

But what are you going to do?

What the hell can I do?

-Hans, can you set the table? -Of course.

I'm doing it.

-Hans will do it. -But I'm holding the plates.

Hans, do it.

Okay, I'll do it.

What is it?

-Nothing. -Okay.

-You seem very... -Very what?

Like you're keeping a secret.

Well, what would that be?

I don't know. I'm just wondering.

Well, there's nothing.

Okay?

I guess that's how it is.

-Hi. -Hi! Can I help you?

Yes. I'm looking for Julia Nilsson.

Julia Nilsson?

Yes, I thought she started here as a marketing manager a week ago?

There is nobody called Julia Nilsson in marketing here.

Okay. And no Julia started here a week ago?

I think there's a Julia in the kitchen. Could that be her?

-Definitely. -Follow me.

-Over there. -Thanks.

Hi, Julia.

How do you have the gall to come to my place of work?

Is it yours? You seem to find it hard to stick to the truth.

-Marketing manager. -Is that why you're here?

-Are you trying to trip me up? -No.

I'm here to ask you to stop. It's enough now, Julia.

Did Peter send you, or what?

What's his problem? Can't he talk to me?

Peter doesn't know I'm here.

No, of course he doesn't know.

-You don't seem to talk a lot. -What do you want?

Why are you doing this?

Do you know he tried to seduce me in Uppsala?

He said you weren't meant for each other.

-Did he say that? -No.

-No, he hasn't. -No.

Do you know why? Because he is...

He's scared of leaving you. He's scared that you won't cope.

Yes, it's true.

And now you're standing here acting all tough and hard.

But I know your type. I've seen it...

I know your type, too. You need help.

You know you're a fling for Peter?

He's had a thousand girls like you.

Maybe you think you're special.

But as soon as he's feeling a bit sad and lonely,

he pulls chicks that are exactly like you.

But you know what? He'll get bored with you and spit you out!

-On to the next one! -Are you done?

-Are you? -Funny that you ask. No, I'm not!

I will report you if you don't let Peter see his son.

I don't think you're quite up to date.

But Peter doesn't have a son.

Peter doesn't have any damn rights.

Tell it to the court. I won't back off.

He's wrapped you around his finger. Don't you get it?

You don't mean anything to Peter!

I'm not here to talk about Peter. It's about Viktor.

-Please! -You've already ruined Peter's life.

You can still save Viktor's.

But you don't seem to care how your son feels.

Or what he wants.

But I am. And I care about him.

And Julia, for real, he's feeling like shit.

So, stop this now.

It's enough. Otherwise I'll take it to the next level.

Who the hell do you think you are? What will you do?

-I've got plenty of evidence. -You've got evidence?

Can't we talk a bit about this?

Are you sick? Have you fucking stolen my diary?

You bought this two weeks ago. The receipt is still in it.

Shame that you forgot that.

-You fucking cunt! -Fuck...

Give me my fucking book!

-What is going on? -Stop it!

-Give me the book, Clara. -Don't touch me.

You're sick.

Back off, Julia, or I'll report you.

It's so scary. She followed me.

Little Aron.

How did things get like this?

I miss Jenny so much, it hurts.

Why won't she listen to me? Why can't she understand?

And Elsa is always trying to ruin it.

I can't cope with much more.

Don't tell people that you love them.

-Show them. -I have to get them to understand.

I have to get them to see me, so I get a chance to explain myself.

You don't always have to tell people what you're feeling.

Or show how you're feeling.

You can act quietly.

I can't do that, Mum! The only thing I'm good at is talking.

No, Aron, don't...

I have to do this my way!

-Hi. -Hi!

-How are you? -I'm good.

-How are you? -Good.

-Hey, do you have a minute? -Yes, of course.

Yes.

I don't really know how to say this, but...

I've understood that it won't be you and me.

But I want you to know that I really understand what you're going through.

And I'm grateful that you let me into that.

-I'm glad that you've been here. -I'm still here.

I know that.

I just don't want things to get weird between us.

No.

So...

Let's be friends.

That's probably what I'm best at, after all.

At least if you ask my exes.

They can vouch for that.

Yeah...

I've got some things to sort out.

At times I've wished you came into my life two years ago.

Before I met Peter.

My life would have been a hell of a lot simpler.

Less drama.

My mum always said birds of a feather flock together.

"How hard can it be to meet a handsome, educated man, a doctor?"

And here you are now.

Two years after

I started the most complicated relationship ever.

With a man who turned out to be the love of my life.

-Yes, life isn't that good at timing. -No. Life sucks at timing.

I wish I'd met you ten years ago.

It would have saved me a lot of headaches.

How come we always choose the most complicated thing?

That's what we do.

He should be happy that he's got you.

I'm glad that I have him too.

That's good.

See you.

-We will. -Yes.

FOR US!

-Dinner is ready. -I'll be there.

Clara?

-Hi. -Hi.

Have you spoken to Julia?

Damn, this turned out so badly. I didn't intend to...

I'm sorry about it.

You don't have to be.

I love you.

I love you.

-What did she say? -It's sorted.

You don't need to think about that anymore.

Are you sure?

What did she say?

-Did she just back off? -Why isn't this code working?

-It's the wrong code. -They changed it?

-I'll do the dishes. -Thanks, but we have a dishwasher.

Yes, but we'll deal with that later.

-I'll have a bit more wine, then. -Yes.

-Do you want some? -Thanks.

That's enough.

No, thank you.

Don't be so dull, Sten.

Just stop it!

Why are you on my back? What is it?

Do you want me to say what's up? Is that it?

Do I really have to? Do I?

It appears that you've worked it out, but you've chosen not to tell me.

Why didn't you say anything?

You shouldn't throw that stone into your own glass house.

You've been lying to the whole world since you were born.

But I did that for you two.

And because I can't cope with being treated as an ill person.

Because I want to live every day as if it were my last.

Because that might be the case.

But I would have wanted that even if I wasn't ill.

I never treated you like you were sick.

You, more than anyone, should know how people are around sick people.

You tippy-toe around them, and I don't want that around me.

I want people to live around me.

That's why I chose not to say anything.

Yes, but...

I haven't said anything

because it felt like you didn't want people to know.

It was for your sake, darling.

I can't speak for anybody else, but that was my choice.

But you said to me that I should...

-Please, can you... -No. Please don't.

No more arguments. I can't take it, I really can't.

Sten? What the hell? Sten?

Sten!

-What did you want to talk about? -Elsa, please.

-How long are we going to stand here? -Just one second.

What the hell is she doing here?

Hi!

I won't see her! I have better things to do.

Hey, can you just cooperate a little bit? Please?

I don't want to stand here with her!

Can you shut up? Both of you?

There. Sorry that I said that, but hi.

Hi!

You're equally important to me.

Both of you. But in completely different ways.

Elsa, you're the mother of my daughter.

And I'm so glad that it's you, because you're the best mum ever.

Lola is the best thing in my life. Without you, I wouldn't have her.

And a life without her is no life.

And I really respect you. That's why I told you about Rick.

Sorry, but it's because I wanted to protect you.

Just so you know, I quit my job and took all the evidence against Rick.

I can flush it down the toilet or burn it.

If you want it, take it.

If you want to go back to him,

you have my blessing, or whatever you say.

But I don't want you to be unhappy.

I don't want that.

Because I'm bloody well not.

Jenny, darling...

Fuck, I'm so damn in love with you.

And I think I've always been.

Of course I didn't know that when I was with you.

If I'd known that, I would never have been with you.

Never mind, you're everything to me.

And everything is done.

And we haven't fucking lost our friendship.

I have three women in my life that mean everything to me.

It's you two, and it's Lola.

And Clara, of course, so that's four.

Now Anita is calling.

But she's not one of the most important in my life.

If we can't make this work, I don't know what I'll do.

I love you.

Both of you.

Can't we just get out of this bad stuff now?

Damn, why are they calling?

God! You know what? Let it marinade, as Dad says.

Damn it! I'm sorry.

-No. -Yes, but...

-No. -It's buzzing.

Do you have to play with the phone? I'm still inside you.

Hey!

My God.

He's called 13 times. What's wrong with him?

-Come here. -Yes.

Pick up, for fuck's sake!

What the fuck is wrong with her?

Come, it's here.

Wait.

I thought there was a phone ban.

Wait. This is important. This is man stuff.

-Well, answer it. -You have one new voice message.

I'll suck you off in the meantime.

-...at 19.22. -Hi, it's Aron.

Dad's had a stroke.

-Take Clara with you and come. -Your dad's had a stroke.

What?

Aron, have a look in the pocket of my jacket that's on the chair.

I have something for you.

No, not that. That's lip-balm.

I thought you'd lost it completely, old man!

-What's this? -A cottage.

I think it could be nice.

What do you mean?

But Sten, what have you done?

-What do you mean? -It's a cottage that I've bought.

-For you. -What?

He's bought Aunt Anna's house.

-"For us?" -It should say "to you".

-What? For us? -Are you crazy?

I know you need somewhere to live.

It's a bit outside of town, but it could become nice.

-Are you joking? -It's crazy.

Thanks, Dad. I love you.

-My God! What's going on? -Hi, sweetheart.

-I got a house. -My God! You scared me!

-I thought he was dead. -How are you feeling?

-Did you get a house? -Yes.

I'm not dead.

-No, I can see that now. That's good. -Yes.

It was a bit scary for a while. But now everything is good.

-Yes. Good. -He's given them a house.

-Whose house? -Aunt Anna's.

-Who is Aunt Anna? -Our aunt.

Sorry, but who are you again?

-He's my brother. -Total confusion now.

-Is it a real house? -Yes, it's really...

-Can you walk into the house? -Yes, it's by the water.

Hold on. Are you distributing the inheritance?

-I thought you said you were okay. -No, I don't have anything for you.

-No? -I happened to own a house.

And they need a place to live.

-So, I gave it to them. -It's crazy.

Life isn't always fair when it comes to siblings.

-God knows that. -But still, Dad, it's a house.

If you didn't have a place to live you'd have gotten it.

I'm glad I have a place to live. That's not really my...

-This is really nice! -It's the nicest house ever!

-What the hell are you on about? -It'll be great for you.

But if you decide that you want to give your daughter something too,

call me to check what I'd like.

-I'll make sure I do. -Do you have any houses in Mexico?

Well...

-Do you? -Do you live in Mexico?

-Now I fancy some tequila. -You can have the car.

-Midsummer at ours. -I don't want your car.

-What's the other one called? -Mezcal?

Mezcal. Have you had that?

-When did you decide this? -Now.

You'll sit here and tell lies in the old rocking chair.

-I love you. -I love you.

ARTIST RICK GUILTY OF EMBEZZLEMENT

Damn you, Aron!

Look what came in the post today.

Look.

We'll be in touch with the results.

If there's anything before then, get in touch.

You'll be great parents. I'm sure of that.

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