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A time to be born. A time to die.

A time to sow. A time to reap.

A time to cry. A time to smile.

A time to dance.

LOVE ME

Kersti was a wonderful mother. A spouse and friend.

She was so bubbly, witty and alert right up to the end.

Despite her illness she kept her spirits up-

-and she wanted her family to go on living their lives-

-as if nothing happened.

Carpe Diem was Kersti's motto.

He could have left out: "Bubbly and witty up to the end".

He didn't know her at all, did he?

The whole ceremony feels...insincere, if you ask me.

I didn't ask you.

What a fucking useless priest!

Don't swear outside the church.

My dear child, how awfully sad!

I understood what the priest meant. It was like he knew Kersti.

The ceremony was lovely, so genuine.

It's tragic, unbelievable. I feel so sad.

-Yes, well, we all feel sad. -Yes, sad.

Aron, my dear Aron!

Your mom always talked about how talented you are.

It's dreadful!

-What's her problem? -Never mind her.

-She's taking over the whole funeral. -She has a right to be sad too.

Hi, honey.

-Try to eat. -No, I'm fine.

-Starving yourself won't help. -Marzipan sticks won't help either!

I'm sorry.

-Who's the lady in the veil? -She's a cunt.

-She's an acquaintance of mom's. -A professional mourner.

-We all grieve in different ways. -The bitch didn't even like mom.

-He seems to be taking it quite well. -He's grieving.

-Just like I am. -Like all of us.

We all grieve in different ways. Dad has suffered for two years.

That doesn't mean he's grieving any less.

-I didn't say that. -What did you say?

I just mean that he... Look at him!

He needs to have some fun, to loosen up.

Do you have to say the first thing that comes into your head?

-Isn't it best to say what you think? -Not always.

Consider others! The last thing you said to mom was-

-that she looked fat in her dress. How does that feel now?

-I never said she looked fat. -So what did you say?

I said the dress was a little tight. There's a hell of a difference.

You know what I mean.

-Besides, I did it for dad's sake. -Really?

He keeps everything pent up inside. He'll explode one day.

Mom was pretty nasty to him at dinner that day. Do you remember?

-Someone had to stand up for him! -You made your point.

Let's get some more coffee, honey.

-Alright, dad? -Yeah.

-So many faces I don't recognize. -Yeah.

I wonder where these people were during the time Kersti was ill.

-Can I get you something to eat? -No thanks.

-Something to drink? -I've had a drink...

-...with alcohol. -Good for you.

You have to drive me home.

Right away? OK.

I'm driving dad home.

She had been poorly for such a long time.

The last time I visited her she said: "Ulla, I can't live like this!"

-Let's go, dad. -It's terribly sad...

I had booked a holiday to celebrate our 40th anniversary.

-Really? -Not just any old holiday.

One of those "Senior Love Romantica".

-Never heard of it. -Neither had I.

Apparently, it's the best there is.

-It cost 40 000 SEK. -Oh...

...mom wouldn't have approved.

It's a surprise. Or it was...

-It was meant to be a surprise. -40 000?

Did you ever spend that much on anything before?

-All-inclusive. -That sounds reasonable.

They said we could bathe in champagne.

We would have rose petals strewn all over our room.

Our towels folded into swans.

That's not going to happen now. She's gone.

-I think you should go anyway. -We were supposed to go together.

We were going to celebrate our love.

Isn't it obvious? "Senior Love Romantica".

It's quite obvious.

They managed to get both "love" and "romantica" in the title.

Honey, can you help me carry the garbage to the car?

Elsa, my mom just died.

-Thanks a million! -Hey, what the hell are you doing?

Stuffing garbage into my dad's car?

Do you realize how much this car means to him?

The tiniest mark would devastate him.

I can take these two. Anything else I can do?

No, we're good. Thanks.

-Get in the car. -Honey...

Just get in the car.

You have to put yourself first now.

You've splashed out 40 000 on chocolates and swan towels.

-Mom would go crazy! -If she knew you paid that much...

...and decided not to go, she would definitely go crazy.

I know you're heartbroken, dad. We all are-

-but we can't stop living our lives just because she's not here.

-It's been one week, Clara. -I know!

I'm just saying that it's possible to grieve-

-and stuff yourself with chocolates at the same time.

Sitting at home looking at old photos won't solve anything.

Life goes on around you.

-Drive straight ahead. -Aren't you going home?

-Stop here. -Do I drive or do I stop?

-Drive straight ahead. -Yes, but... Jeeze!

-I'm driving! -You can stop here.

-We're in the middle of the woods. -I want to walk. I need some air.

-You can't walk from here. -Sure I can. I need to.

-Will you be OK? -I'll be fine. Bye!

Go on that holiday. It would do you good.

You shouldn't have spoken to him like that.

-He was just being helpful. -I'm your boyfriend.

-If you need help, ask me. -I did ask, but you weren't willing.

He kept staring at your neckline, like some kind of pervert!

Stop it!

Stefan and I are first cousins. The nerve! At my mom's funeral!

-Have this. -I don't want it.

-I don't want it! -You haven't eaten in 3 days.

Give it to me then.

Happy?

I love you.

What?

-Are you going to work now? -Yes.

Honey, stay home tonight. Just for tonight, please!

I have to work, you know that.

I need my girlfriend's support right now.

Come with me.

And sit at the bar like some kind of freak?

Stay home then. I'll be back as soon as I can.

Can't you see I'm grieving? Don't you have an ounce of...

-...empathy, or whatever it's called? -I know this is hard for you-

-but I can't stop doing what I do because your mom died.

This has nothing to do with my mom.

-It hasn't? -No, nothing.

OK, what is it then?

-It has to do with your disgusting job. -Really!

I'm so tired of your sexy Instagram posts.

-Cut it out! -I can't take it anymore.

-If you can't accept... -Honey, I accept what you do.

-But do you really have to go... -Go to work?

That's what one does. One goes to work!

Naked! Do you really have to go to work naked?!

That's what I wanted to say, if you would've listened!

-So I don't listen either! -You listen to what you want to hear.

-So fucking immature! -And you're fucking crazy!

-Really? -Go to hell!

No problem!

Don't you come running to me with your problems-

-because I won't be here for you. Remember that!

-Are you going out like that? -I thought I'd wear this as well.

Good, otherwise you might freeze to death.

You said you didn't want the cancellation insurance-

-so the trip would be cheaper for you and your wife.

I'm sorry but I can't give you a refund.

-But my wife is dead. -That's really awful.

-Yes, it is pretty awful. -I can't do anything about that...

...unfortunately.

-No... Well, thank you very much. -Thank you very much.

-I hope you enjoy your holiday. -Have a nice day.

Food Shopping

It was lovely. The priest was very good.

Sten should have known that she was too ill to be at home.

Kersti was bed-ridden. I wonder how he'll manage now.

He will never adjust to his new situation.

I mean, on his own.

Kersti made all the decisions in that house.

He's not capable of that. It's so sad.

Indeed, I agree.

-Wait... I don't need these anymore. -OK, I can put them aside.

Yes... They were for my wife. She was ill.

-I'm sorry to hear that. -Well, she's dead now, so...

-How awful! -Yes, it's awful.

-Sten? -Eh...

-Sten? -Oh, Ulla! Hi!

-What a lovely ceremony! -Thanks...again.

Kersti would have liked it too.

It's not that easy to adjust to a new situation.

When Åke's colleague passed away-

-it was a dreadful time, for all of us.

Thanks for those kind words-

-but I do believe that in the near future...

-...I'll adjust to my new situation. -Of course you will!

Kersti will always be a part of you.

-Will that be all? -Yes, thank you.

It takes time to grieve and you must give yourself time.

-I've got to go, Ulla. -Of course! Go home and grieve.

-Ulla! -Oh, hello! How are you?

Gossipy bitch!

-Clara? -Hi.

-Everything OK? -Has the bladder been drained?

A few minutes ago. She's tired. The CTG is still abnormal.

-Are you sure you're alright? -Yes... What do you mean?

-You buried your mom yesterday. -I know, I was there.

-It's not a small thing. -People die, people are born.

-I was thinking... -Sasha, there's no need. OK?

I'm professional enough not to bring my grieving to work.

OK.

I can't do this anymore!

Don't appear weak in front of your child.

You're the strong one here.

You will hold her and tell her that everything will be fine.

If you can't do that, then who will? No one!

Now push! You're going to be the best mother to this child. OK?

You'll not drive off the road on an ordinary fucking Tuesday-

-have your leg amputated and end up bed-ridden!

And just when you're getting better, you get a fucking stroke-

-while your daughter is at a 7-eleven store buying candy!

What?!

-4.3 kg - that's a big baby! -Yes, it is.

-Listen... -You don't have to. I know.

-Hold on a minute... -What?!

You don't think I know that I went too far in there?

I know that she knows it was the wrong time-

-to talk about my mother's amputated leg.

You don't have to beat it into my head.

Actually, I was going to say that I thought you were good in there today.

A little crazy perhaps, but you were good.

It was funny that you referred to a "her" when it was a "him".

-Really? -Yep.

-So professional! -It could easily have been a girl.

The odds are 50:50.

-I think I need a drink. -I thought it was a girl too.

Did you, or are you just being nice?

-It was very small. -It was tiny.

You're not to blame. It was the baby's fault.

I'm a grown woman, but I wasn't when she stopped caring about me.

Of course she cared about you.

You know what? I was a straight-A student.

I qualified as a doctor, even though I didn't want to.

I did it to make her happy.

Not once did she hug me or tell me I made her proud.

Maybe you reminded her of the person she wanted to be.

So you're saying that she envied her own daughter.

-Maybe. -But that's crazy!

I know, but deep down she cared about you.

-Why did she nag me? -Because she was your mom.

OK, maybe she cared in that way, but it's not the right way.

Do you understand? She didn't love me unconditionally.

She loved me like a relative. "Yeah, I love you."

But she didn't love me to the bone. You know what, Sasha?

-When I have kids, if I have kids... -Of course you'll have kids.

I wasn't fishing for a compliment.

What I'm trying to say is, if or when I have kids-

-I will love them unconditionally. I won't miss a second of their lives.

I'll be the one they call to talk about anything and everything.

I'm going to be so close to them.

Closer than they can be to themselves.

Now that's pretty close!

I will be a responsible mother who knows where to draw the line.

-Another drink? -Yes!

Not for me. I've had enough.

-It's almost 11 o'clock. -Oh, God, almost 11 o'clock!

I thought you knew where to draw the line.

-I didn't say that. -Yes, you did.

I said that if I have kids I will know where to draw the line.

I don't have kids. I'm the kid here. I don't have to draw the line.

-Two vodka shots please. -No, not for me.

Never mind her, they will go down.

They will flow down our throats like a waterfall.

-You'll regret it. -Someone's calling me.

-It's dad. -Answer it. I have to go.

-You knew he would call. -I didn't know he was going to call.

I didn't call him, I promise. I was joking. Of course I didn't!

I've got to go. - Don't let her drink those shots.

-See you on Monday. Bye! -Bye. Sleep well.

Damn! That was good.

-Hi dad. -Hi Clara.

-Are you OK? -No.

Well, I mean under the circumstances.

Under the circumstances, it's quite lonely here.

-I know the feeling. -You're right, Clara.

I've made my mind up.

-About what? -I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

-Where are you going? -Senior Love Romantica.

Ah, Senior Love Romantica. Of course.

That's a great idea.

I feel quite depressed about travelling alone.

You shouldn't. It's a good idea.

There's no point in sitting at home, feeling sorry for yourself.

I'm glad you followed my advice.

-I couldn't get a refund. -I see.

-Your mother was economical. -To put it mildly.

She wouldn't like those tickets to go to waste.

She would turn in her grave if that happened.

-Yes. -What I'm saying is, go.

-You really must go. -You think mom would want me to?

I don't know what mom would say. Do it for your own sake.

Yes, I'll go.

-I'm going. -You should.

-Come along. -See you in two weeks then.

-Yes, have a nice time. -Bye-bye.

By the way, can Aron take you to the airport?

-Since he has your car... -I don't know. I'll call him.

Maybe he thinks it's odd that I'm going...

-...that I'm leaving him. -No one thinks it's odd. No one.

-I have to go. Bye. -Bye.

Are you crazy? You booked the holiday for the two of you.

-Newsflash: Mom is dead. -Aron, don't say that.

What do you want me to say? Why isn't anyone dealing with this?

I've been dealing with it every day for two years.

-So it's a relief that she's gone? -I didn't say that.

Sounds like you're celebrating her death-

-with champagne and fucking rose petals.

Aron, don't speak to me like that! Listen son, you've got my car.

-I was wondering if you... -Go then!

Go, if it's so fucking important! Go!

I can take a taxi in the morning.

William!

-Have you been there? -Yeah.

I'd love to go there.

Fuck!

Hang on, you know what? God, it's just that you're...

Oh... You're so young. How young are you?

Does it matter? I've reached the age of consent.

OK, thanks for letting me know.

-Right now, I'm feeling really... -Old?

Drunk, actually. Well, old too perhaps.

Could you pull over please?

I think you should get out here, instead of at my place.

-I like mature women. -That's so nice...

...but I feel slightly over-mature at the moment. Marinated, in fact.

Oh my God!

Damn!

What the hell...?

Oops!

Damn it!

-All this stuff... -Hi.

What are the odds?

-How are you? -How am I?

Do you need any help?

Please stop speaking in questions. OK?

What's with the shorts?

-Have you been to the gym? -Yeah.

-Have you been to a party? -Yes.

It was really great. Look, I found them. Wow!

-Thanks for your help. -Not at all.

Oh, there goes my phone. I'm on call.

-Oh! -I'm not on call.

Where's my phone? Here it is.

My brother. I don't want to talk to him now...

-...or ever. Goodbye. -I can hear you, Clara.

-Oops! -Oops!

-Can you still hear me? -Clara, I crashed the car.

-Dad's car? -Yeah.

-Idiot! He'll kill you. -I know. Why do you think I called?

I'm on my way to the hospital in an ambulance.

-What did you say? -I'm on my way to the...

I can hear you, there's no need...

I'll... I'll come... I'll call a cab.

-I can drive you. -Are you there?

-Aron, which hospital? -SouthCity.

I'll call a cab. See you there soon, OK?

-You're going to be fine. -Thanks, bye.

-I'll drive you. -I'm going to call a cab.

-My car is parked right here. -Look, you don't even know me.

Your brother is injured. I'll drive you. Come on.

OK, have it your way. Christ!

-Hey! Here. -Yeah.

There.

-Nice car you've got. -Thanks.

It's locked. No, it's not.

-No steering wheel! -Your seatbelt.

-Thanks. Got to belt up. -Mind your leg.

Leg? I don't have a leg... I have two legs.

-Everything alright? -Not quite.

-I'm so drunk, and a little sad. -Oh...

I'm also a little happy. A lot of emotions going on.

-Can I do anything? -Forget this, if we ever date.

-Are we going on a date? -A date? No!

Maybe. Would you like to? Could you stop here? I need to puke.

God...

-Can I do anything? -Please get in the car...

-...and wait there. -Are you sure?

OK, I'll wait in the car.

-Oh my God! This is disgusting. -I'll wait here.

-Are you OK? -What?

-Are you OK? -Everything's just fine!

Oh!

-Honey! -Hi!

-Oh, my God. How are you? -Come here...

They gave me a lot of pain relief so it's stable now.

-Babe... What happened? -I have no idea.

-Did you just drive off the road? -I don't get it.

-Had you been drinking? -No, I had not.

OK. Did you fall asleep at the wheel?

A reindeer ran out in front of the car.

-A reindeer? -No, the ones with horns...

-An elk? -Yes, an elk.

They're called roe deer. Fucking city kids!

-OK... -Did you just leave, or...

-From work? -Yeah.

But of course. They understand, and if they don't, too bad.

-I love you. -And I love you.

I'm sorry. I'm so stupid. Ouch, that hurts!

I'm sorry.

-Hi, how are you feeling? -How are you?

I'm not the one in hospital.

Maybe you should be. What's going on?

-I was a little drunk, OK? -And you're stone-cold sober now?

I'm getting there. Thanks for asking.

-But how are you feeling? -He's had a lot of pain relief.

You're all dressed up. Did you forget your sweater?

-Hi, I'm Peter. -Sorry, I'm Aron.

-Elsa. -Nice to meet you.

This is Peter. He drove me here. We don't know each other.

No, but we're going on a date.

-You're OK then? -I was damn lucky.

They said I got off lightly.

They've dosed me with painkillers. I feel drowsy and I'm in shock.

Damn it, I've been in a car accident!

So you can't drive dad to the airport tomorrow morning then?

Is he really going?

-It will do him good. -Have you encouraged him to go?

-No, I haven't. I convinced him. -You're kidding me!

-He deserves it. -So dad will be alone for 2 weeks...

...when he needs us the most. Did you give dad a thought?

Were you thinking about dad-

-when you crashed his beloved car and almost killed yourself?

The boy did not almost kill himself. He was doing 15 km an hour.

They gave him 2 paracetamol for neck pain.

Go home now so I can get some peace and quiet.

I happen to be in pain here! Where's that cunt of a nurse-

-so that I can get some morphine?!

I'd better call that cunt of a nurse then.

Good idea.

-Thanks for the ride. -Thanks for the company.

There are other sides to me. At least that's what they say.

Well...

-I'll be going in then. -Yeah, me too.

-I didn't see that coming. -You didn't?

-I puked. -Oh, so you did. So disgusting.

I think we should go on that date.

-Call me when you sober up. -I'm sober now...

...but I know what you mean when you say I should call...

-Sleep well. -I...

Step right up.

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm catching a flight. I'm afraid that my bag might be overweight?

-Put it up here. -How much am I allowed?

-23 kg. -Oh, it should be OK.

-It weighs 11 kg, so you're fine. -Oh, what a relief!

-I was a little worried. -May I have your passport?

-Here's my passport and the tickets. -I don't need them.

How will you know where I'm going?

-You're going to Gran Canaria. -Amazing!

-Can you see...? -Yes. Go to check-in desk 21.

-This plane is going to Helsinki. -I'm certainly not going there!

-Is it...? -Yes, it's right over there.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me, I...

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Go ahead, you were here before me.

-Were you in the wrong line too? -Yes, I almost ended up in Finland.

I tried to check myself in for Zurich.

I'm on my way to a luxury resort to feast on shellfish.

I could have ended up with a sticky cheese fondue in Zurich instead!

-Where are you going then? -I'm going to a luxury resort too.

-Senior Love Romantica? -Yep!

Did they think it strange that you booked a single ticket?

Actually, I didn't book a single ticket.

-I booked for myself and my wife. -Oh...

-Where's your wife then? -She's dead.

No!

-I'm sorry. -Don't be, it's hardly your fault.

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