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I saw my dad die in the hospital. It wasn't scary.

It smelled of candles and was a little beautiful.

Death here was something else. As in a delivery room when it went wrong.

What should we do with them?

I don't know. What do you think? Dismember them?

Do you want a plaster? Hello! DO YOU WANT A PLASTER?

-Come on now, damn. -Cover the bastards. . .

. . . So we go.

It's enough now.

It's enough now! Let's go. I'm bloody hungry.

The feeling was returning. I was a prisoner again.

-You drive. -Okay. Where to?

-You could at least say thank you. -What?

-I should thank you? Is that what you want? -If it comes from the heart, yes.

-Where to? -Back there somewhere. . .

Drive to Bandhagen.

-Bandhagen? -I know an old lady there.

Should we buy some chow?

-Is he a thief or not? -No, he isn't a thief.

-What are the cops doing here? -They probably think he is a thief.

-Then they'll shoot daddy with a hundred. . . -No, they won't.

-No, they just do that in the movies. -But the police have guns.

They fire if the thief shoots first, and dad won't shoot. Do you understand?

Go to sleep, so you can get up in the morning.

-Do you want to sleep with all these? -Yes, I do.

-Okay. -Mom, are you in love with Patrik?

-What? Love? -Yes.

No, I'm not.

-Are you in love with dad, then? -Mmm, that's me.

I'm in love with Dad.

-Really? -Certainly.

Patrik will help us. He is a friend when dad is away.

I'm not in love with him and he won't be your father. Okay?

-Go to sleep now, sweetie. -Okay.

I'll turn off the aquarium light. Good night.

-Are we going to eat pasta with cheese sauce? -Yes, or hash.

-It 's good. -I like pasta better.

-Okay. Do you know how to cook it, then? -No. . . But we'll keep it to a minimum, then.

Hello. . . ! Hello! Pay for them!

-He dreamed something. Where are you going? -I'll sleep at home tonight.

I have to go to the office tomorrow.

-Is something wrong? -No, just call, I'll come.

-Did you hear when I was talking to Max? -Yes.

-What should I tell him, then? -Stop lying, tell me how it is.

-Talk about what his father is doing. -His dad isn't a dangerous man.

How long will you say you love his father and I'm a substitute?

-Holy shit! -Who's living in a fantasy world here?

What you are doing is sick.

Yes, but you are beautiful to fuck.

You don't treat me that way! I'm not playing substitute.

I love you and I'm here, unlike the other one.

-Get out of here! -No.

Damn.

Damn!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you.

I can't stand you thinking about him all the time.

For you do. I notice. You think about him all the time.

And so while you have Max.. .

Okay, he is your son and Jan is his dad. . .

But you have to go on and drop this here.

-It's time to bury. . . -Bury?

There is nothing to bury?

-He isn't dead, Patrik. -No, maybe I said it wrong.

I meant just that. . . All I want is good. . .

. . . And I feel an awful lot for you.

It backfired. . .

Can't you see that?

I want so much to make it good and therefore I'm fooled by that?

-Does it hurt a lot? -No.

You're flushed on your cheek.

Here.

Okay Annelie. . .

I'll never do it again. Never again.

-Sorry for what I said. It was stupid. -I've been stupid.

All right.

Sometimes you do stupid stuff then.

People like messing stuff up. . . Three stairs. Here it is.

Damn, what one remembers.

I did home care as community service for a while. She is completely round the bend.

We can stay here for a while if she doesn't. . . Greta, hello!

It's Petter. Petter the care worker is here.

The front door, Greta.

-Hi. -Hi. . . Is home care?

It's Peter from home care and this is my colleague, Jørgen.

-May we come in? -Yes. Was so good.

Jørgen, you're not trying. - Don't you recognize me, Greta? Petter.

-Petter. . .? -That's right.

-We used to play Ludo. -Shall we play Parcheesi now?

No, no, no. Now we sleep. Where's your night dress?

Check if she has beets.

-Is it night now? It's "time to eat", Greta.

-Have you talked to Johan? -Johan asked me to take care of you.

Has he come home from Brussels?

He is in France now, and he said to say hello to Greta.

-How is Mia and the kids? -kids?

The kids, yes. . . Well, you know, Gretel. . . Sit down here!

Sit! - Thank you.

Well, you understand. . .

. . . Mia has become astronaut and took their kids out into space.

If you look out at the stars you might catch sight of them.

I usually have a little fun with her.

Do you see anything up there?

-Yes. -Wave, then.

I've seen something. Nice!

Come on, Greta, and we'll spend the night.

But what are they doing up in space?

She and the kids are trying to locate on another planet where we can live-

-Because the soil is depleted. Get it?

-No. -Don't you look at the news, Greta?

The remote is missing.

-I put it on TV. . It's good, that.

Everything is going to hell. They say the sun will burn out.

That would make everything dark and cold and. . .

. . . All going to die.

But before everyone dies it will be like in hell, you know.

You know, hell, huh?

-Yes. -It is out there.

-So you shouldn't go out, Greta. -No. . .

They are babies in the cords. . .

That's why they're out in space, to find a better place.

-But Johan, then. . .? -Johan is in France. . .

. . . And does drugs with whores and murderers.

-He crawls and screams for mom. -Johan. . .

I am just kidding.

You see, Johan has no time for you now.

I'm here.

Now you sleep. Nighty-Nighty.

Damn. You are angry because I wasted those guys, huh?

-Did you do it yourself, right? -I can't talk about it now.

Okay?

Shall we watch television?

-It's good, this. -Well.

Have you noticed. . . the whole house is tilted?

-No. -They blew up the tunnel below.

So now the building is slightly tilted.

It's true.

Damn. . . Not even when I try be kind and tell stuff. . .

-Is it because I wasted them? -We are murderers now. Don't you understand that?

-I shot them, so I'm a murderer. -Oh yes, absolutely.

What you did was accessory to murder. There's a difference. You're not a murderer.

The king shoots the moose long, live the moose. . .

They're just as valuable as people. More valuable, they're fewer. . .

No sneer can catch him. When I lived in the woods I killed one.

-You are a fucking royalist bitch. -Yes, you're right.

It is right to shoot people lying tied up on the floor in the head.

-What the hell is that? If you hang out with me? -No, I'd never do it.

I can't believe what's so fucking sacred about people.

What we humans do, that animals don't, is betray and condemn others.

It's the same thing. At the moment you judge me, you betray me-

And if you betray me, you've doomed me, and then I have the right to retaliate.

All right. I'm I considered as a traitor?

I don't know. . .

It would have been easy to take the gun and fire but. . .

We shall see.

I won't let you down. Never. Okay?

-Can we just relax? -We can make buddy rings.

-You know what they are? -Okay.

That you and I are the same. . . like bracelets. . .

. . . As proof we'll never betray each other, ever.

-Is that ridiculous or what? -No, no.

Sure, we can make friendship bracelets.

Auntie has. . .

She has her and her old man's wedding rings here somewhere.

I don't know. . . They may fit on a finger.

Ah!

I just wanted to relax, so why no include a friendship ring?

-Damn, we sleep now. -Okay.

Johan. . .

Johan!

It was just nice for her.

I thought: This isn't happening. Go back to sleep so you can go home again.

-Did you bring your math book? -Yes.

-Can you go by yourself from here? -Yes.

-Hey, I love you. -I know.

It will be okay, you'll see.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

I don't know where she is, but she said she would pick. . .

-I tried to call you on your mobile. -The batteries are exhausted. - Hey, baby.

What is it?

Two people have been murdered in Västberga. We believe Jan may be involved.

-Was he murdered? -No, Jan committed the murder.

Their bodies were found last night. We have both fingerprints and footprints.

We know Jan owed them money before.

Tobias? Hoffa has talked about him, but I've never met him.

-What did he say? -I don't remember.

I am reluctant to go into details. . .

. . . On the deed, but. . .

The guys who found the victims called Aftonbladet, rather than the police.

The victims were found bound hand and foot with tape.

Their mouths was were also taped and they were shot in the head. . .

-Holy shit! -It wasn't Hoffa.

We've identified Jan's fingerprint on the tape -

-So it doesn't look good, Annelie.

We'll leave it there. . .

He believed Tobias took the money from painting. . .

. . . proceeds of crime. . . But he would never kill anyone.

-That isn't proven yet? -No, but you must understand us.

We think it was planned, there may be a revenge motive.

Therefore, we want you to wear these monitors attached to your body.

In view of the children and other questions Annelie. -I'll do it.

Hello!

We prefer the kids don't attend school or kindergarten for the time being -

-But you do exactly what you want.

-Was he ever violent toward you and the kids? -No, never.

He isn't violent towards anyone.

-Excuse me. The Pelle Svanlös video? -In Max's room, top drawer.

-Was he controlling? -He wasn't like that! Okay?

Hello.

-Are you from home care, right? -Yes, I'm here to see Greta.

-Hi. I'm Hugo, Greta's grandson. -Kim.

I'll take care of grandma for a few days. She's spoken well about you, Kim.

It's the first time I've come here. -Grandma! Where did she get it from?

-Maybe she said Karin. -Karin was here, yes.

-Shall I come in anyway? -No, my friend and I will take care of it.

My Belgian friend from Sweden. How did that happen then?

He is Swedish but works in Belgium.

Then I'll call the office and tell them you'll take care of Greta.

All right.

-Hi. -Or, I have a better idea.

-Can't you stay for lunch? -No, I don't think so.

We aren't dangerous; we are just a bit. . . Spontaneous.

-Admit you want to stay! -Should I give a shit?

-Many old need my help. -Take sick leave, they'll send someone else.

Damn, you are really bitten by this job.

-What do you do? -I work in film in Belgium.

Oh. Here! Go and buy some beer and chips.

-Okay. -Hi.

-Do you want a coffee? -What did you do last night?

I heard a shot. You shot her?

-You aren't sure. -The cleaning stuff is wet.

-You cleaned up. Open the door! -Home service cleans here every day.

All right.

It's cool.

-Where is she? -Gone.

I don't know, but I've a bad feeling.

It just struck me. I feel like I'm going to puke.

You, by the way. . . Call the cops!

Shoot me, damn it! Shoot me then, you cowardly, sick bastard!

With you, I killed those guys who failed and betrayed you!

Out!

-Hey! Are you asleep? -I'm resting.

-Are you tired? -Yes.

-Why don't you go home? -You're lying on an anthill.

-What is your name? -What are you doing? Are you hiding?

-Isn't that blood on the ground? -Tova, Alex - come!

-Enough. Go to the lady. -What are you doing?

Come on. - Hello! Hey, wait!

Marja, call the police!

-They have found the fingerprints, the motive, the works. . .

I've never felt scared, but now I'm scared shitless.

Only place where you can feel secure is in his house, which is under guard.

-We must be clear to the children. -Yes.

-Why are the cops here all the time? -I don't know.

-Everything all right? -Great. . . What does it look like?

Sit in your car and stop bothering us. I have my son with me.

-Okay. -Thank you.

He is there.

POLICE! Lie still!

Come in, boys.

-Now she's asleep. -Do you want tea?

I don't know how to tell the kids.

-I can do it. -No.

We must isolate them until we know more. It doesn't feel good to hold off now.

-But they're worried. -No, they don't understand anything.

-They'll get it. -Yes, it concerns Hoffa. . .

. . . He is on the run, but you don't tell them that. . .

Yes, it is Annelie.

Yes. . .

All right. Thank you.

They've arrested Petter Janowskij, and they've found a woman murdered.

Hello.

My client insists you guarantee his safety before he says anything.

-He is safe here. -He says: during his detention.

Do you want a protective unit? We can do that.

He wants to confess, but we want him to go to a decent facility-

And he then receives the funds to live in a secure manner.

I think it is reasonable.

First I want to hear what you have to say.

-I won't commit without that. -Okay.

Should I start with how I escaped with him or. . .?

I'd never have guessed he'd become so violent. It was terrible.

I couldn't get out of there. It was impossible.

Max, shouldn't you go to bed?

-Max! -I want to be left alone.

-Yes, but it's late. -Why don't you go now!

-What are you doing? -Looking at the fish. Can't you go now?

-I don't want to talk. -Okay.

I'll go.

As a kid I used to see the clouds go past the heating plant's chimney.

I remembered how I used to throw one kronor coins in the grass in our garden-

-Just to see it lie there and glisten was like getting your allowance.

Or the sound of my mother's bangles when she shook them against each other.

The place behind the radiator where I hid my hockey cards from Tommy.

All of these dreams when I fell head over heels, forever. . .

It's on the news. -I don't want to see it.

It's better to know what they're saying. -Do you find it exciting?

No. . . But then I check it.

America's hunt for terrorists threatens the international rule of law.

-What good they are. -Mm.

-They like it here with you. -He bosses the others.

-Can you turn down the TV! -It's about Dad.

-Today, an elderly woman was found murdered. . . -Get off me!

-I want to see. -There is nothing to see. . .

-It's not about your dad. -It's certainly about dad. Let me go!

. . . Stay calm. The other inmate is Jan Lenhoff. . .

-Dad isn't dangerous. -Not for you, Annelie, and Lina. . .

He's no thief! -Well, unfortunately, he is, buddy.

Buddy. . . What is it?

-Has dad killed someone? -No.

He heard the TV. .

Come! So yes.

Come to bed in my room instead.

Someone has to tell it like it is.

The storm from the east will intensify through the night with increasing wind speed,

-Especially along the Baltic coast, there's a storm warning. . .

-How is it going? -I don't know.

He is completely upside down, poor boy.

I don't know if I did wrong. . .

Sorry, Max.

He asked if you can sleep over with us tonight. . .

You're right. We have to tell them.

We'll make some hot chocolate and so we'll have a Christmas eve party.

Some terrible things have happened where dad was.

Some people died, others were wounded. . .

-Dad. . .? -No, dad hasn't been shot.

-Did dad shoot them? -We don't know, but I don't think so.

No one knows, so they want to get hold of dad, very much. . .

-. . . So they'll know what happened. That's what the police are doing.

And the police believe dad may be dangerous because everyone's chasing him.

-Why are there guards outside. -Is he dangerous for us?

No, never, ever, but we want dad to be apprehended.

-That he'll get caught? -Yes.

I think dad is also afraid and he's hiding somewhere.

The other inmate, Jan Lenhoff, is still at large-

And the police warn the public. . .

It's better dad stays in prison, so we can visit him.

Goodbye.

-Shall we go to bed now? -I can take them up.

-Good night, mother's little pigs. -Good night.

Come on now. First up. . .

-He is good. -I don't know. . .

Well, he wants me.

-Have you told the police Hoffa called? -No.

-Why should I? -But it makes you a. . .

If Hoffa did that, it isn't possible anymore. . .

Then I won't see him any more; nor the kids either.

If not, I just don't understand how he will get out of it.

It's not possible. . .

He will be sentenced for it. I know, I'm not stupid.

You. . . Go to bed.

-Maybe something good will happen. -What?

I can't stop loving him.

Goodbye.

The arrest of Peter Janowskij took place in a forest-

-Which was always under surveillance. The police say they don't know. . .

How things are with the other one. But they suggest-

- the main perpetrator is still at large.

During the night, the sharp gusts over Götaland. . .

-Hey. -Hi.

-Are they asleep? -Yes.

Are you alone?

-You need not worry. . . It's okay.

I intend to take Tommy's boat and leave. Just so you know. . .

You have nothing to say?

-So you probably won't hear from me for a while. -What have you done?

It wasn't me.

It was him. Don't you see that?

-Do you think it was me? -No. . . No, I don't think that.

You come here.

Annelie!

Hoffa. . .

Hoffa!

-How are you? -I thought I just saw something.

-What? -It was nothing.

I knew where the boat club kept extra cans of diesel.

How long it would last I didn't know.

The boat was big enough to cross the Baltic Sea, there was a good tail wind. . .

Dad!

Don't worry. It's just a storm.

-It was just thunder, Max. -No, lie down again.

-Did you dream? -Mm.

-What did you dream about? -I dreamed dad. . .

-What? -. . . he was on fire. . .

-He was all burned and screamed. -What did he scream?

I don't know.

-It was just a dream, Max. -There is no danger. Now we'll go to sleep.

They thought the boat had been hit by lightning and caught fire.

No body was found and no boat was nearby to pick up survivors.

The chance, of Jan "Hoffa" Lenhoff surviving, was considered unrealistic.

-It's very good, this. -Yes.

-That evening Hoffa took the boat. . . -Yes?

-I met him just before. . . -What?

You fell asleep up there with the kids and. . .

He came back, and I just heard about the storm and. . .

He said he'd take his brother's boat.

What the hell are you saying?

I didn't stop him. I didn't tell anyone!

I could have stopped him but I didn't.

I could have saved him; but I didn't.

Why didn't I?

-When you play for St. Erik's Cup, then? -Next year.

-After Christmas. -How exciting!

We'll win, Albert doesn't think so.

-Is he a guy on the team? -Yes.

-I'm sure you'll win. Have a day, Max. -Goodbye.

-Are you okay? -Sure.

-Did you speak with the lady? -No.

Four is okay. And three plus two is.

Wait, I'll just answer.

Hey, it's Sandra. Just a moment.

Max! This is for you.

-I think it's Patrik. -Hey, it's Max.

-Hey, buddy. -Hi. . .?

It's dad. I just want to tell you that I'm alive.

I want you to tell Lina too.

Max, I'm alive.