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- Good morning. - Hi.

- I didn't wake you up, did I? - NO.

I have such strange dreams that I wake up alone anyway.

I see.

I feel like I'm running away from my own life.

No, it'll do you good. You had to get out of there.

You're right.

But I should be back now.

But you don't need to worry right now.

- True? - Yes.

- Fredrik said I could stay. - Exactly.

But I feel so weird.

- Do you want some coffee? - Yes please.

We don't have much for breakfast...

Never mind. I can eat so little.

Wait... It worked!

I told you? I'm happy for your happiness!

Something amazing!

- Wonderfully! - Yes.

We...

you will be the best mom ever.

Come on.

- I'm serious. - Stop.

- Come on? - Stop.

- NO. - Let's see what's there to eat.

I know you won't say anything, but no one can find out.

I love Ebba. Please respect it. Delete this message. Frederik.

I'll understand if they want to press charges.

I would too.

Lucas doesn't want that.

- NO? - NO.

He thinks he deserves it and so do I.

But I feel bad about it now.

I have to call him and apologize to him.

He must have thought I was crazy.

- Shall I also call Helena? - No, not yet.

But I have to tell her something.

If I'm reported, social services will get involved...

- Here you are! Good morning. - Hi.

- Good morning. - Did you sleep well?

Like a baby.

And did you manage to fall asleep?

Yes. I feel fine.

I just spoke to Fredrik and he's fine.

Why don't we stay here longer so we don't get stressed?

- Do you agree? - No problem.

Sebbe is with Adam.

Cool. Do you want some coffee?

Gladly.

What is it about?

Not me...

Simply...

I'm afraid of what Jakob will be like when he wakes up.

I will still love him...

whatever it is, but...

I do not know.

I don't want to be one of those rehab people.

I don't want to sit at home, wash

shitty sheets, change dressings.

I do not want it.

I feel as if my life is over.

It's such a feeling.

I don't want a brain-damaged child.

Doesn't want...

adapt the home to the needs of a disabled person.

I don't want to demolish walls, install

railings, ramps and plastic handles.

I do not want it.

I'm ashamed of myself.

I'm ashamed to even think that.

I should be glad he's alive

and that I can do all this.

It's normal that you think that.

No, it's not normal. It's sick.

We all have these thoughts,

but no one talks about it.

Sure.

If anyone knew my thoughts, I'd be lynched.

What does Fredrik say?

I don't know.

I don't think we can talk to each other anymore.

I don't even want him touching me.

We're starting to drift apart.

We're moving away. I feel it.

It's my fault. That's the truth.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Thanks.

To hell with Lukas.

Jesus.

Why did they get in that fucking car?

We weren't allowed to take the convertible, but he did anyway.

How can you be such a complete idiot?

That stupid kid ruined my life.

You're right. He acted stupid.

Like a moron.

Exactly.

Come here.

What's so great about pissing outdoors?

True?

How did you become so liberated, Gloria?

I don't know if I'm liberated.

But even if I am, it doesn't bring me happiness.

I'm pregnant and I'm not happy either.

- How is it? - I feel...

I don't know if I really want this.

- What? - What do you mean?

Why do we need a baby? Now we're fine.

You've always wanted a baby.

Besides, you're doing fine.

- Exactly! - It will be great.

We will help you take care of your child.

We'll go to the zoo with him to see the ugly monkeys.

- It will... - It's not mine.

- What? - Of course it's yours.

The egg comes from a donor.

It's a golden egg. Helena bought them for 250,000.

golden egg? What is that?

An egg taken from some young

woman and fertilized with sperm.

They put it in me and

now it grows in my body.

Just think that...

there's something growing inside of me that isn't...

It's a very strange feeling.

But everything will be fine.

- You must be patient. - Exactly.

Patience? I am old already.

I will be his slave until the end of my days.

Do not say that.

When she's 20, when I'm retired.

It'll be all right.

Seriously. No one ever regrets having a child.

Exactly. You never regret it.

Let's go swimming.

Honey, Gloria.

Don't tell anyone about it.

Please don't tell anyone.

- Of course we won't. - Thanks. Let's go swimming!

are you kidding me?

NO. Are you going with us.

- No way. - Take your clothes off!

Cholera!

- In Sweden? - It's about time.

- It was great. - Oh yes.

Gloria, check the pantry for anything to eat.

We can always just make ourselves drinks.

Exactly!

Tell me what to do.

It's Mathilda.

Hi honey. You're not at school?

Dad said I could stay home with him today.

How nice. But are you going to dance lessons later?

Billie's dad is coming to pick me up.

All right.

- Guess what we did. - What?

Lots of pink, blue and green goo!

We hid something in it.

Very interesting.

You can play with it when you get home.

Mom? Grandma is here too.

- All right. - She helped me with that goo.

That's good. Say hello to her for me, okay?

She seems to have regained her composure and is more balanced.

I don't know if it's sustainable, but it's definitely better.

It's good we came here.

Yes, it's fun.

Your wife.

Bad news?

- Did you tell her about the pills? - Not yet.

- There was no opportunity. - NO.

But I will tell her.

You said Lukas was keeping them for a friend?

That's what he said, but I don't know if it's true.

- These are Jakob's tablets. - What?

Sebbe told me.

He said that sometimes on weekends Jakob and others took ecstasy.

But if Lukas was under the influence, then the police...

Why didn't you say anything?

I'm telling you now.

Sebbe says Lukas didn't take anything that night.

Just him and the others, and I feel bad about

that because he always refused, until that night.

Apparently it was Jakob who offered them the drugs.

Then Sebbe began to persuade the others

to go for a ride, and they finally agreed,

though Lukas didn't want to.

- Mathilda says hello. - Thanks!

- How are things at home? - All right.

Even though she thinks I'm psychotic.

What? Why does he say that?

Because my lovely mother-in-law thinks so.

She told Fredrik in front of

Mathilda that I was psychotic.

- How can you say that? - Exactly.

I promised Mathilda I'd ask My, since she's an expert on this.

What do you think?

- Hello! - Yes?

You think I had a psychotic attack?

No, of course not.

Thank you. I'll pass it on to her.

I saw an old picture of Lukas there.

I can't believe that such a cutie

grew up to be such a moron.

Does he know he will have siblings?

No, not yet.

Does this still count as a sibling?

Of course.

It's still early, so we don't want to tell him just yet.

He's been having a hard time lately.

He's waiting for the investigation to end.

He wants to prove to everyone that he wasn't driving

under the influence, even though everyone believes he was.

There's still some rice left.

Shall we eat around eight?

Yes. Can I help?

Lie down and rest.

No, I want to do something.

You need to rest if you want to stay awake at the hospital today.

Go rest.

- All right. - Lie down in my bed.

All right. I guess that's a good idea.

Thank you.

Let's set the table.

Open the door.

why were you silent?

I told you what Sebbe said.

You told me, but not Ebbie.

From what you said, it was Jakob's fault.

- I did not say that. - But you thought so.

Why don't you tell Ebba yourself?

Should I tell her now that her son is in a coma?

What's the use of telling her now that Jakob uses ecstasy?

- She's going to break down. - Not true.

But if Jakob is taking drugs, it's better

he finds out from you than from the police.

How do I know if Sebbe is telling the truth?

Why would he lie?

You don't want it to be true.

Take responsibility and tell Ebba how it happened.

Do you have to blow on me?

- What does "how did it happen"? - You just said it.

Jakob gave Sebbe drugs and took them himself,

and Sebbe pressured Lukas to go for a drive.

Better he hears it from you. You are her best friend.

Jakob takes drugs? Yes or no?

Look, you didn't...

NO! Is it true or not?

Sabbe says yes.

According to Sebbe?

I would know if my son was on drugs.

- Don't be so sure. - I am.

Because I know what my children do.

You think so, and then it turns out that

there are many things you don't know.

Well... forgive me for saying this, but it's more

obvious that Lukas is a drug addict than Jakob is.

Why? All teenagers do stupid things.

I know that, My, but would Jakob take ecstasy?

I do not believe that.

- Maybe that's not true. - Exactly.

Gloria, you're backing out again.

Our sons were taking drugs and we need to be able to talk about it.

Exactly. Let's sit down and talk about it calmly.

We don't have to sit down because we're already talking!

You're saying our kids are taking drugs.

I don't believe it at all.

And on your part, Gloria, the fact that a week and a half after the

accident you tell us instead of me that Sebbe invented this ride,

it's an unbelievable betrayal!

And then you blame Jakob!

- I don't blame him. - Is it his fault now?

Nobody blames anyone. It was an accident.

Sebbe envied Jakob from an early age.

It's no secret. You envy me everything too.

What? I envy you something?

You envy what I have and my whole family.

I hope you find someone soon who can

handle living with you, because I can't.

People around me can be responsible.

But not you. you are retreating!

You have no idea how much Sebbe does for you.

Just like Adam does

Us, me and everyone else!

Can we calm down a bit?

None of us are perfect.

Except you.

- Of course. - What do you mean?

That you know everything about teenagers.

What they do and what they think.

You also have your opinion on how Helena should raise Lukas.

- But you don't tell her that. - I say.

- Yes? - Of course.

But I'm not his mother, I'm his stepmother.

But you know that only you can tell the difference?

'Cause from my side it

looks like you're an adult

which has certain obligations towards him.

But you're blaming everything on Helena so you can

express your opinions from the comfort of the back seat,

not taking any responsibility

because you're just a stepmother, right?

You like to advise parents of other

children, and you hate your stepson.

- I don't hate him. - NO?

- Of course not. - Seriously?

That's what it sounds like when you talk about him.

You know, I think you're right. You shouldn't have children.

I said it.

And you have your children, and you don't want to be with them.

- What? - You're just giving them instructions.

Try to come home sometime.

Spend a normal evening, put down your

laptop, cook dinner and be with your family!

What is it? Back to the fifties?

I understood you correctly, but I'd rather

earn money for my family than fry pork chops.

And every day of the week!

Is it a crime?

At least he's not my son, sorry - stepson,

almost killed his friend while drunk!

It was an accident.

I understand this is hard for you

to understand, but it's time you did!

I would know if my son was on drugs.

- You wouldn't know. - I would know.

Because you're so busy polishing your facade and your

successes that you can't see what reality looks like anymore.

You are selfish and naive!

Shut up! be silent!

Don't you dare talk about my son like that!

You don't talk about me like that! This is my home!

- Listen. - NO!

Eba!

Please go to Gustavsberg. I will guide you further.

I don't understand. Why did everything go wrong?

This wouldn't have happened if you'd been honest from the start.

- I'll see you. - Yes.

- Hi! - Hi.

- How was it? - All right. Sebbe is resting.

- I'll check on him later. - How are you?

All right.

Ebbie did well to take a little trip out of town.

I see. Any news on Jacob?

None for now.

And you how are you?

Great.

It doesn't look like it to me.

Come here.

Hi.

It'll be all right.

Hi.

- What are you doing at home? - What are you doing here?

- I'm off school. - Listen...

- What is? - Were those Jakob's pills?

- What? - Sebbe said so to Gloria.

- Sebbe said that? - Yes. Is it true?

No, it is not true.

- Definitely? - Yes. did you tell mom?

Not yet, but I will have to.

If those were Jacob's pills...

They weren't his. Sebbe is lying.

What are you doing?

Gloria and Us say Jakob is on drugs.

What? How does it take drugs?

Ecstasy!

My found the pills in Lukas' room.

Sebbe claims they are Jakob's.

We'd have to notice, wouldn't we?

I told them the same, but they say I'm an absent-minded

egocentric and that's why I didn't notice anything.

- Are you self-centered? - Exactly.

I am selfish and selfish!

- And a hopeless mother! - Dear God.

Ebo, wait.

Relax. There are no drugs here.

How do you know?!

If that's true, then I'm not the only

self-centered parent in this house!

What do you mean?

You're home most of the time now, so you'd have

noticed our son was on drugs, wouldn't you?

By now, do you mean the last five years?

I see someone here counts.

I don't count, but when was the last time you picked

up the kids from school or at least did some shopping?

You know why I don't? Because I work!

I work like an ox so that we can have a good life!

So that we can live here, so that

children have their own attractions,

so we can go on vacation, so stop blaming me!

- I am working! - But I...

- I never asked for this! - Of course not.

You wanted to live here.

- These things are important to you! - You're not complaining.

So you're saying you work so hard for us?

This has nothing to do with wanting to

make a career and be an accomplice?

Just so you know it's not!

But when your son is in a coma in

the hospital, you prefer to go to work.

These are your priorities. You are a self-centered careerist!

I thought you at least took care of the house.

But I was naive, because of course that's not the case.

Every night you lie on the couch

watching football like some sick retiree

and you didn't even notice your son was taking drugs!

- Open your fucking eyes! - Fuck.

Don't talk to me like that.

You're so busy with yourself that you only see yourself!

When the truth doesn't suit you, you just close your eyes.

- Really? - Oh yes!

Did you know Mathilda cries

when she can't do her homework,

because he is afraid that he will disappoint you, that he will not live up to your expectations.

Your perfectionism, your fucking

demands will make her sick!

When was the last time you spoke to her?

When was the last time you listened to one of your children?

Never, because only your voice is heard in this house!

You manage us like a company!

Name at least one time when you chose us over work!

When did you choose your family!

Instead, you prefer to buy Jakob expensive shoes!

But you can't see him!

You want to buy our love, but you can't, Ebbo!

I don't know who I'm talking to.

Where are you going?

I'm going to pick up Mathilda from dance class.

Hi honey. Are you awake yet?

- How could you? - What is it about?

I lost two friends because of you.

By me? What I did?

You promised not to say anything!

- About what? - About the tablets!

- Yes, but... - It's always like that with you!

You say you have to be able to

trust me, but it doesn't work both ways.

You promised not to say anything about the pills and

that you'd stay home with me, but you're never here.

Sebbe, sorry to leave again, but Ebba needed help.

But when it comes to drugs, I have to...

Be quiet!

I'm tired of taking care of you.

I understand why Dad was fed up with you.

- Hey... - No.

Where are you going?

I don't want you leaving when we're arguing.

I know I'm not the best mother, but I'm trying!

- Hi. - Hi.

What's up?

Can you stop being angry with me?

Please.

I am not angry.

I am disappointed.

I see.

Come here.

And?

How did your rescue operation go?

terrible.

But you don't have to say you warned

me because I know it was a bad idea.

Baby.

Honey. What happened?

So much has happened,

that I don't understand anything anymore.

Not at all.

Who will read homework with me?

Read them with Dad while I wash the dishes.

I want to read them with you.

Read it with your dad first, then you'll do it with me.

- So it will be fine. - All right.

- All right? - All right.

Baby, no more grapes?

I know you won't say anything, but no one can find out.

Ebba, are we out of grapes?

What is it about?

You slept with Gloria?

Did you sleep with Gloria?

Yes.

Ebba.

- Eba... - No.

When I come back tomorrow, you're not supposed to be here.

how is it?

Go to the hotel. Do what you want.

are you leaving? We were supposed to read.

I know, but I need to check on Jakob.

I'll come back tomorrow and you'll read to me, okay?

- Promise? - Yes.

- Really? - I promise.

Hi.

- I'm listening? - It's me.

I just want to say that Ebba already knows.

He already knows.

She found a message on my phone.

Gloria?

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