Limbo (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - SOLIS OCCASUM - full transcript
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THE FOLLOWING STORY
IS BASED ON REAL EVENTS
-Good morning.
-Hi.
-Hey. I didn't wake you, did I?
-No.
No, I've been having such strange
dreams that I wake up anyway.
I can understand.
It feels like I'm running away
from my own life.
No, it will do you good.
You needed to get away.
Yes. But I should be getting back.
There's no need for stress
now that we're here.
-Right?
-No.
-No, Fredrik said I could stay so...
-Exactly.
It just feels so unusual.
-Do you want some coffee?
-Yes, please.
I don't think we've got much
in the way of breakfast...
It doesn't matter.
I can't keep anything down anyway.
Wait... It worked!
We told you so.
I'm damn happy for you both!
Huh? That's amazing!
-That's brilliant.
-Yeah.
My. You're going to be
the best mom in the world.
Oh, please.
-I mean it.
-No. Stop it.
-Huh?
-Stop it.
-No.
-Right, let's see
if there's anything to eat.
You're not going to say anything,
no one can find out what happened.
I love Ebba, it would destroy her.
I hope you understand.
Delete this text. Fredrik.
Listen, I understand
if they want to press charges.
That's what I would have done.
Lukas doesn't want to do that.
-He doesn't?
-No.
He thinks he deserves it
and I damn well think so too.
But he's not doing
so well right now.
No, I have to call him
and say sorry or something.
He must think I'm completely mad.
Should I call Helena too?
No, no, no, now is not the time.
Yes, but I have to say something.
If they decide to report me,
social services will get involved...
-Here you are! Hi, good morning.
-Hi.
-Good morning.
-Did you sleep well?
Yes. Like a log, actually.
How are you?
Have you managed to sleep at all?
Yeah, I'm OK.
I just spoke to Fredrik
and it was fine.
We were thinking of staying a while.
So we don't have to stress.
That OK with you?
Yeah, that's no problem.
Adam is with Sebbe.
Nice. Do you want some coffee?
Oh, yes, please.
What's wrong?
No, um...
I'm just so...
scared of who Jakob will be
when he wakes up.
I will love him no matter what.
No matter what he's like.
It's not that, it's just...
I don't know how...
I don't want to be
one of those in rehabb.
I don't want to be at home
cleaning shit and dressing wounds
and being his carer.
I don't want that.
It feels like my life has ended.
That's how it feels.
I don't want to have
a brain-damaged child...
I... don't want to have to make
our home handicap accessible and...
...tear out the ceiling
and install handrails and ramps
and plastic handles and...
I don't want that.
I'm so fucking ashamed...
I'm so ashamed
for thinking the way I do.
For not just being happy
and grateful that he's alive.
For the fact that I'm doing this.
It's perfectly normal
to think like that.
Yeah. No, it's not normal.
It's sick...
Everyone has those kinds of
thoughts,
it's just that
no one talks about it.
Oh God yes.
I would get lynched
if anyone read my thoughts.
What's Fredrik saying?
I don't know.
I don't know we can't
talk to each other anymore.
I don't even want him
to touch me, I...
I think we're starting
to drift apart.
We're drifting apart, I can feel it.
It...
It's my fault. It just is.
Listen, don't be
so hard on yourself.
Thanks.
To hell with Lukas.
Jesus...
Why the hell did they get
into that fucking car? Huh?
He wasn't allowed to take
the convertible and yet he did.
How can you be
so utterly fucking idiotic, huh?
Fucking kid. It's ruined my life.
Yes. That's what I'm saying,
that fucking kid.
Yeah. Fucking kid.
Yeah.
Come on.
What is it about peeing outside, eh?
I see! How did you get to be
so liberated, Gloria? Huh?
I don't know about liberated but...
But if I am, I'm no happier for it.
No, and I'm pregnant
and I'm no happier for that either.
-What do you mean?
-It just feels...
I'm not sure if this is
really what I want.
-What?
-Huh? What do you mean?
But why should we have a child?
We're fine the way we are.
Because you've always wanted it.
Besides, you've got
everything going for you.
-Yes, exactly!
-It's going to be wonderful.
We'll look after
the child sometimes...
Yes! And we'll go to the zoo
and look at the ugly monkeys.
-It'll be...
-It's not mine.
-What?
-What? Of course it's yours.
It's not mine, it's a donor egg.
It's a golden egg. I got it
from Helena. It cost 250,000.
Huh? Golden egg, what's that?
They've taken an egg
from a young woman, somewhere.
And fertilized it with sperm
from someone. And they put it in me.
So, now it's growing here. In me.
Just the idea that...
that there's something growing
that isn't...
There's something strange about it.
But everything's going to be fine.
Hey...
-You just need to give it some time.
-Yeah, exactly.
Time? I'm really old. I'll be stuck
with this for the rest of my life.
Don't say that.
And when it's 20 and moves out,
I'll suddenly be a pensioner.
Listen, it'll be fine. I promise.
No one ever regrets having a child.
No. You don't. You just don't.
-Let's go for a swim.
-Listen.
Gloria.
Don't say anything about this.
Please don't tell anyone about this.
-Of course we won't.
-Thanks. Yeah, let's swim!
Really, are you kidding me?
No, you too.
You're also taking a swim.
-No way.
-Yes, off with your clothes!
Oh shit!
-In Sweden?
-Yes, it was about time.
-Oh, that was nice.
-Yeah.
Check the pantry, Gloria. See if
you can find something for lunch.
We could always mix up
a stiff drink.
Yes!
Yeah, just tell me what to do.
It's Mathilda...
Hi honey!
Hi, are you not at school?
No, Dad said I could stay home
with him today.
Well, that's nice. But you're going
to dance class later, right?
Yes, Billie's dad
is picking me up later.
That's good.
-Guess what we've done, Mom?
-What?
We've made a huge slime
that's pink, blue, and green.
We've also hidden something in it.
Really, that's exciting.
You can feel it later
when you get home.
Mom? Grandma is here too.
-OK..
-She helped me with the slime.
That's nice.
Say hello from me, won't you?
She seems calmer now, doesn't she?
More balanced.
I don't know about balanced,
but better than she was.
It's good we came out here.
It's been good.
Your wife.
Not good?
-Have you told her about the pills?
-No not yet.
-I haven't had the opportunity.
-No.
But I will.
You said Lukas was keeping hold
of the drugs for a friend?
Yes, that's what he said,
but I don't know if it's true.
-They're Jakob's.
-What?
Sebbe told me.
That Jakob and the others take
ecstasy sometimes at the weekend.
But if Lukas was under
the influence, the police will...
But, Christ,
why didn't you said anything?
But I'm telling you now.
Sebbe said that Lukas
hadn't taken anything that evening.
Just him and the others,
and he feels terrible about it
because he's always, always said no.
Until that night.
Apparently, it was Jakob
who offered them drugs.
And then Sebbe apparently
pestered the others so much
into going for a drive
that they eventually did.
Even though Lukas
didn't really want to.
-Mathilda says hello.
-Thanks!
-How are things at home, then?
-They're fine.
Except she wondered
if I'd had a psychosis.
What? Why did she ask you that?
Because my charming mother-in-law
had said so.
She said to Fredrik
while Mathilda was there
that she thought I'd had one.
-You can't say that, that's crazy.
-Yep.
So I promised to ask you, My,
since you're the expert.
So, what do you think?
-Hello?
-What?
Do you think I've had a psychosis?
No, no, of course
you haven't had a psychosis.
No. Thank you. I'll tell her.
I saw an old photo
of Lukas in there.
I can't believe
that such a cute little guy
could become so fucked up.
Does he know
he'll be getting a sibling?
No, not yet.
So, it still counts as a sibling?
Yes, of course it does?
It's still early days
so we didn't want to tell him yet.
He's not doing so well right now.
He's waiting
for the investigation to be over.
He wants to prove to everyone
that he wasn't under the influence
that night seeing as
everyone seems to think he was.
Now there's only the rice left.
So, we'll eat in 20.
Yes. What can I do to help.
Have a lie down. Rest up.
No, I can do something.
No, you'll need your rest if you're
staying at the hospital tonight.
Go and rest.
-OK.
-You can have my bed.
Well, OK.
It's probably a good idea. Thanks.
Let's set the table.
Open the door.
Why didn't you say anything?
Huh? I told you what Sebbe said.
Yes, you told me but not Ebba.
It's cowardly,
and as if it's Jakob's fault.
-I never said that.
-But that's what you meant.
Why don't you tell Ebba?
What, you mean
while her son is in a coma?
Do you think it would make it better
telling her Jakob takes ecstasy?
-She'd fall to pieces.
-No, she wouldn't.
But if Jakob is on drugs,
I'm sure she'd rather hear it
from you than from the police.
But how should I know
if Sebbe's telling the truth?
But why would he lie about it?
You just don't want it to be true.
Take some responsibility for once
and just tell Ebba how it happened.
Do you have to blow that at me?
-What do you mean how it happened?
-Come on, what you just said.
That Jakob gave Sebbe drugs
and took some himself,
and that Sebbe pestered Lukas
into taking the car.
Tell her. It's better she hears it
from you. You're her best friend.
So, Jakob's doing drugs?
Well, is he?
Listen, you weren't meant to...
No! But is that true?
According to Sebbe, yes.
According to Sebbe? I think I'd know
if my son was taking drugs.
-I wouldn't be so sure.
-But I am.
Because I have a pretty good idea
of what my children get up to.
Yes, you think you do.
But then you realize there's a lot
you actually don't know.
Yes, but... That Lukas does drugs,
I'm sorry to say it,
seems much more obvious
than that Jakob would do it.
Why? All teenagers do stupid things.
Yes, but seriously, My, I know that.
But Jakob taking ecstasy?
Sorry, but I just don't believe it.
-No, and it may not be the case.
-No.
Gloria, you're backing down again.
Come on.
Our sons have done drugs.
We should be able to talk about it.
Yes. Can we just...
Let's sit down and talk about it.
But we don't need to sit down,
we're already talking!
You're standing here
saying our kids do drugs.
To me it seems
completely unbelievable.
But that you, Gloria,
sit here telling My and not me,
a week and a half
after the accident,
that it was Sebbe's idea to take
the car, is such a fucking betrayal.
And then you blame Jakob.
-No. I'm not blaming Jakob.
-Then he'd be guilty. You are!
Nobody's blaming anybody.
It was an accident.
Sebbe's always been jealous of Jakob
ever since he was little.
It's no secret! In exactly the same
way that you're jealous of me!
What? Have I been jealous of you?
Yes, of me! You are jealous of me
and of my whole family!
And you know, I wish
you would find someone very soon
who can bear to live with you
because I can't do it anymore.
Most people I surround myself with
grow with responsibility.
But not you. You're regressing!
You don't even realize what a huge
responsibility Sebbe takes of you,
every single day! In exactly
the same way that Adam does,
and My, and me, and everyone else!
Listen, can we just
calm this down a little bit.
None of us is perfect, are we?
No, except maybe you.
-Of course it's you.
-What do you mean by that?
That you know everything
there is to know about teenagers.
What they do and what they think.
And you have so many opinions
about how Helena should raise Lukas,
-and yet you don't say a thing.
-Yes, I do.
-You don't.
-Yes I do.
But being a step mom's different
to being a guardian.
But you know, My, you're the only
one who makes that distinction.
Because from the outside,
it's clear as day
that you're an grown woman,
with adult responsibilities
towards to him.
But you put all that on Helena,
so you can voice all your opinions
from the comfort of the back seat
without having to take
the least bit of responsibility
because you're just the step mom.
Right?
My children and other's kids
suits you quite well, doesn't it?
And a step son that you hate.
Right?
-I don't hate him.
-Don't you?
-Certainly not.
-Really?
Well it sure sounds like it
when you talk about him.
You know what, I think you're right.
You shouldn't have children.
There, I've said it.
And you, you don't even seem to want
to be with the children you have.
-What?
-You just give them hand outs
and hope for the best. Maybe you
should try going home sometime.
A normal evening.
Put down your fucking laptop
and cook some dinner,
and be with your family!
But wait, what's going on?
Is it the 50s calling? Huh?
I hear you loud and clear.
But I'd much rather give money
than fry meatballs.
A hundred percent,
every day of the week!
What are you going to do? Shoot me.
At least it wasn't my son,
or sorry, step son,
who almost killed his best friend
while he was drunk!
It was an accident! I understand
it's hard for you to take in Ebba,
but it's time
you started doing it!
I would know
if my son was taking drugs.
-No, you wouldn't.
-Yes would.
Because you're so busy polishing
your facade and your successes
that you don't even see
the reality of what's around you!
You are so selfish
and self-absorbed and naive!
Shut up! You shut up now!
Don't you talk about me
or my son like that!
Don't you talk about me like that.
This is my home!
-Listen.
-No!
Ebba!
You can take me to Gustavsberg and
I'll guide you once we get there.
I don't get it.
How could it all go so wrong?
None of this would've happened
if you'd been honest from the start.
-So... I'll see you later.
-Mm.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-How's it been?
-Yeah, good. He's resting.
-I'll check on him later.
-How has it been for you?
Yeah. I think it was good for Ebba
to get away for a bit.
Think about something else.
2I get it. Any news about Jakob?
No, not yet.
And how are you?
Yeah, I'm OK.
You don't look OK.
Come here.
Hey...
It'll be OK.
Hey.
-What are you doing home?
-And what are you doing home?
-I have a free period.
-Listen...
-What?
-Were they Jakob's drugs?
-What?
-Gloria says that Sebbe said so.
-Sebbe said that?
-Yes, is it true?
No, it's definitely not true.
-You sure?
-Yes. Have you told Mom?
No, not yet. But I will have to.
And if the pills were Jakob's...
They weren't Jakob's,
Sebbe's lying.
What are you doing?
Gloria and My are saying
Jakob does drugs.
What? Wait,
what do you mean he does drugs?
Ecstasy! My apparently found a bag
in Lukas' room
that Sebbe said came from here.
OK. But we would've noticed though,
right?
That's what I said.
But they both agreed
that, what with me being
so absent-minded and self-absorbed,
-I wouldn't have noticed.
-They said that?
That's exactly what they said!
That I'm self-centered, selfish,
and quite frankly
a fucking terrible mother!
Oh God...
Hey, Ebba... Ebba, take it...
Hey, take it easy.
There are no drugs here.
How do you know! Huh?
If that's true,
then I'm not the only absent,
self-centered parent in this house!
Hang on, hang on...
What do you mean by that?
You're the one who is at home most,
so you should have noticed
if our son had started using drugs,
don't you think?
And by right now
do you mean the last five years?
Oh, apparently someone was counting.
No, no, I'm not counting,
but it's been a while
since you did pick-up or drop-off
or got the groceries
for that matter.
Yes! And do you know why?
Because I work!
I work flat out so that we
as a family can have a good life!
So that we can afford to live here,
so that the children
take part in activities,
so we can go on vacation,
and everything. So stop blaming me!
-I work!
-But I never...
-I never asked for any of this!
-No! Oh right!
Living like this!
You're the one who wants all this!
You're the one who thinks
all this is so fucking important!
-I don't see you complaining.
-So you're saying it's for our sakes
that you work so hard? So,
it's nothing to do with you wanting
to build a career,
become partner, and the whole...
No! Exactly. That's right.
OK. But your son
is in a coma in intensive care,
and you, you choose to go to work.
There you have your priorities.
You're a self-absorbed careerist!
I thought you were the one
taking care of things at home.
But that was naive of me because
that obviously wasn't the case.
You just lie on the couch
every night watching football
like some sick old pensioner,
and you haven't even noticed
that your son's doing drugs!
-Open your fucking eyes.
-Fucking...
Don't talk to me
about being there!
You're so self-absorbed, you think
you're the only who exists!
You close your eyes to reality
as soon as it doesn't suit you!
-Really, do I?
-Yes you do!
Did you know
that Mathilda cries
when she struggles
with her reading homework,
because she's so scared
she won't be good enough for you,
won't meet your standards!
Your perfectionism,
your fucking demands
are going to drive her to self-harm!
When was the last time
you sat down and talked to her?
Actually listened to her,
to any of your children.
No, because the only voice
that gets heard at home is yours!
You run us like a fucking business.
Name one time, just one time,
that you chose us over your job.
For your family's sake.
No, instead you buy shoes that cost
several thousands for Jakob.
But you don't see him.
You think you can buy our love,
but you can't, Ebba.
I don't know who you are.
Where are you going now?
I'm going to pick Mathilda up
from dance class.
-Hi honey. Are you awake now?
-How could you?
-What?
-I've lost two of my best friends
in like a week and it's your fault.
My fault? What have I done?
You promised
you wouldn't say anything!
-About what?
-The pills!
-Yes, but that...
-Yeah, it's always the way with you!
You say it's so important
that you can trust me,
but apparently
it doesn't work both ways.
You promised
not to say anything about the pills
and you promised you'd stay home
with me, but you're never home.
Sebbe, I'm sorry I left again,
the situation with Ebba was urgent.
But when it comes to serious
things like drugs, you have to...
Be quiet! I'm so fucking tired
of taking care of you
all the goddamn time, you hear me?
-I get why dad couldn't handle you.
-Hey...
No.
Where are you going?
Sebbe, I don't want you to leave
when we're upset like this,
I know I'm not always
the best Mom but I'm trying.
-Hello.
-Hello.
How's it been?
Please can you just stop
being mad now.
-Please.
-I'm not mad. I'm disappointed.
Yes, I can see that.
Come here.
Well? How did
your little rescue operation go?
It went terribly.
But don't say I told you so,
because I know
it was a really bad idea.
Oh dear.
Oh, dear. What happened?
No, I... There's just so much,
I...
I don't know anything anymore...
Nothing.
Who will do the reading homework
with me?
You'd better read with your dad,
and I'll take care of the dishes.
I want to read to you, Mom.
Yes, but if you read with Dad first,
you can read with me later. OK?
-Yes. Yes, that will be fine.
-OK.
-Good.
-Good.
Honey, are we out of grapes?
Ebba, do you know
if we're out of grapes?
What's the matter?
Have you slept with Gloria?
Have you slept with Gloria?
Yes.
Ebba.
-Ebba...
-No.
When I get back tomorrow,
I want you gone.
What do you mean, gone?
Hell, I don't know, go to a hotel.
Do whatever you want.
Huh? Are you going?
I was supposed to read to you.
Yes. You know, I have to
go see Jakob for a bit now,
but when I get back tomorrow,
then you can read to me. OK?
-You promise?
-I promise.
-Promise, promise, promise?
-I promise, promise, promise.
Hey...
-Hello.
-Hello, it's me.
I just want to say that Ebba knows.
She knows.
She found the text on my phone.
Gloria?
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-Good morning.
-Hi.
-Hey. I didn't wake you, did I?
-No.
No, I've been having such strange
dreams that I wake up anyway.
I can understand.
It feels like I'm running away
from my own life.
No, it will do you good.
You needed to get away.
Yes. But I should be getting back.
There's no need for stress
now that we're here.
-Right?
-No.
-No, Fredrik said I could stay so...
-Exactly.
It just feels so unusual.
-Do you want some coffee?
-Yes, please.
I don't think we've got much
in the way of breakfast...
It doesn't matter.
I can't keep anything down anyway.
Wait... It worked!
We told you so.
I'm damn happy for you both!
Huh? That's amazing!
-That's brilliant.
-Yeah.
My. You're going to be
the best mom in the world.
Oh, please.
-I mean it.
-No. Stop it.
-Huh?
-Stop it.
-No.
-Right, let's see
if there's anything to eat.
You're not going to say anything,
no one can find out what happened.
I love Ebba, it would destroy her.
I hope you understand.
Delete this text. Fredrik.
Listen, I understand
if they want to press charges.
That's what I would have done.
Lukas doesn't want to do that.
-He doesn't?
-No.
He thinks he deserves it
and I damn well think so too.
But he's not doing
so well right now.
No, I have to call him
and say sorry or something.
He must think I'm completely mad.
Should I call Helena too?
No, no, no, now is not the time.
Yes, but I have to say something.
If they decide to report me,
social services will get involved...
-Here you are! Hi, good morning.
-Hi.
-Good morning.
-Did you sleep well?
Yes. Like a log, actually.
How are you?
Have you managed to sleep at all?
Yeah, I'm OK.
I just spoke to Fredrik
and it was fine.
We were thinking of staying a while.
So we don't have to stress.
That OK with you?
Yeah, that's no problem.
Adam is with Sebbe.
Nice. Do you want some coffee?
Oh, yes, please.
What's wrong?
No, um...
I'm just so...
scared of who Jakob will be
when he wakes up.
I will love him no matter what.
No matter what he's like.
It's not that, it's just...
I don't know how...
I don't want to be
one of those in rehabb.
I don't want to be at home
cleaning shit and dressing wounds
and being his carer.
I don't want that.
It feels like my life has ended.
That's how it feels.
I don't want to have
a brain-damaged child...
I... don't want to have to make
our home handicap accessible and...
...tear out the ceiling
and install handrails and ramps
and plastic handles and...
I don't want that.
I'm so fucking ashamed...
I'm so ashamed
for thinking the way I do.
For not just being happy
and grateful that he's alive.
For the fact that I'm doing this.
It's perfectly normal
to think like that.
Yeah. No, it's not normal.
It's sick...
Everyone has those kinds of
thoughts,
it's just that
no one talks about it.
Oh God yes.
I would get lynched
if anyone read my thoughts.
What's Fredrik saying?
I don't know.
I don't know we can't
talk to each other anymore.
I don't even want him
to touch me, I...
I think we're starting
to drift apart.
We're drifting apart, I can feel it.
It...
It's my fault. It just is.
Listen, don't be
so hard on yourself.
Thanks.
To hell with Lukas.
Jesus...
Why the hell did they get
into that fucking car? Huh?
He wasn't allowed to take
the convertible and yet he did.
How can you be
so utterly fucking idiotic, huh?
Fucking kid. It's ruined my life.
Yes. That's what I'm saying,
that fucking kid.
Yeah. Fucking kid.
Yeah.
Come on.
What is it about peeing outside, eh?
I see! How did you get to be
so liberated, Gloria? Huh?
I don't know about liberated but...
But if I am, I'm no happier for it.
No, and I'm pregnant
and I'm no happier for that either.
-What do you mean?
-It just feels...
I'm not sure if this is
really what I want.
-What?
-Huh? What do you mean?
But why should we have a child?
We're fine the way we are.
Because you've always wanted it.
Besides, you've got
everything going for you.
-Yes, exactly!
-It's going to be wonderful.
We'll look after
the child sometimes...
Yes! And we'll go to the zoo
and look at the ugly monkeys.
-It'll be...
-It's not mine.
-What?
-What? Of course it's yours.
It's not mine, it's a donor egg.
It's a golden egg. I got it
from Helena. It cost 250,000.
Huh? Golden egg, what's that?
They've taken an egg
from a young woman, somewhere.
And fertilized it with sperm
from someone. And they put it in me.
So, now it's growing here. In me.
Just the idea that...
that there's something growing
that isn't...
There's something strange about it.
But everything's going to be fine.
Hey...
-You just need to give it some time.
-Yeah, exactly.
Time? I'm really old. I'll be stuck
with this for the rest of my life.
Don't say that.
And when it's 20 and moves out,
I'll suddenly be a pensioner.
Listen, it'll be fine. I promise.
No one ever regrets having a child.
No. You don't. You just don't.
-Let's go for a swim.
-Listen.
Gloria.
Don't say anything about this.
Please don't tell anyone about this.
-Of course we won't.
-Thanks. Yeah, let's swim!
Really, are you kidding me?
No, you too.
You're also taking a swim.
-No way.
-Yes, off with your clothes!
Oh shit!
-In Sweden?
-Yes, it was about time.
-Oh, that was nice.
-Yeah.
Check the pantry, Gloria. See if
you can find something for lunch.
We could always mix up
a stiff drink.
Yes!
Yeah, just tell me what to do.
It's Mathilda...
Hi honey!
Hi, are you not at school?
No, Dad said I could stay home
with him today.
Well, that's nice. But you're going
to dance class later, right?
Yes, Billie's dad
is picking me up later.
That's good.
-Guess what we've done, Mom?
-What?
We've made a huge slime
that's pink, blue, and green.
We've also hidden something in it.
Really, that's exciting.
You can feel it later
when you get home.
Mom? Grandma is here too.
-OK..
-She helped me with the slime.
That's nice.
Say hello from me, won't you?
She seems calmer now, doesn't she?
More balanced.
I don't know about balanced,
but better than she was.
It's good we came out here.
It's been good.
Your wife.
Not good?
-Have you told her about the pills?
-No not yet.
-I haven't had the opportunity.
-No.
But I will.
You said Lukas was keeping hold
of the drugs for a friend?
Yes, that's what he said,
but I don't know if it's true.
-They're Jakob's.
-What?
Sebbe told me.
That Jakob and the others take
ecstasy sometimes at the weekend.
But if Lukas was under
the influence, the police will...
But, Christ,
why didn't you said anything?
But I'm telling you now.
Sebbe said that Lukas
hadn't taken anything that evening.
Just him and the others,
and he feels terrible about it
because he's always, always said no.
Until that night.
Apparently, it was Jakob
who offered them drugs.
And then Sebbe apparently
pestered the others so much
into going for a drive
that they eventually did.
Even though Lukas
didn't really want to.
-Mathilda says hello.
-Thanks!
-How are things at home, then?
-They're fine.
Except she wondered
if I'd had a psychosis.
What? Why did she ask you that?
Because my charming mother-in-law
had said so.
She said to Fredrik
while Mathilda was there
that she thought I'd had one.
-You can't say that, that's crazy.
-Yep.
So I promised to ask you, My,
since you're the expert.
So, what do you think?
-Hello?
-What?
Do you think I've had a psychosis?
No, no, of course
you haven't had a psychosis.
No. Thank you. I'll tell her.
I saw an old photo
of Lukas in there.
I can't believe
that such a cute little guy
could become so fucked up.
Does he know
he'll be getting a sibling?
No, not yet.
So, it still counts as a sibling?
Yes, of course it does?
It's still early days
so we didn't want to tell him yet.
He's not doing so well right now.
He's waiting
for the investigation to be over.
He wants to prove to everyone
that he wasn't under the influence
that night seeing as
everyone seems to think he was.
Now there's only the rice left.
So, we'll eat in 20.
Yes. What can I do to help.
Have a lie down. Rest up.
No, I can do something.
No, you'll need your rest if you're
staying at the hospital tonight.
Go and rest.
-OK.
-You can have my bed.
Well, OK.
It's probably a good idea. Thanks.
Let's set the table.
Open the door.
Why didn't you say anything?
Huh? I told you what Sebbe said.
Yes, you told me but not Ebba.
It's cowardly,
and as if it's Jakob's fault.
-I never said that.
-But that's what you meant.
Why don't you tell Ebba?
What, you mean
while her son is in a coma?
Do you think it would make it better
telling her Jakob takes ecstasy?
-She'd fall to pieces.
-No, she wouldn't.
But if Jakob is on drugs,
I'm sure she'd rather hear it
from you than from the police.
But how should I know
if Sebbe's telling the truth?
But why would he lie about it?
You just don't want it to be true.
Take some responsibility for once
and just tell Ebba how it happened.
Do you have to blow that at me?
-What do you mean how it happened?
-Come on, what you just said.
That Jakob gave Sebbe drugs
and took some himself,
and that Sebbe pestered Lukas
into taking the car.
Tell her. It's better she hears it
from you. You're her best friend.
So, Jakob's doing drugs?
Well, is he?
Listen, you weren't meant to...
No! But is that true?
According to Sebbe, yes.
According to Sebbe? I think I'd know
if my son was taking drugs.
-I wouldn't be so sure.
-But I am.
Because I have a pretty good idea
of what my children get up to.
Yes, you think you do.
But then you realize there's a lot
you actually don't know.
Yes, but... That Lukas does drugs,
I'm sorry to say it,
seems much more obvious
than that Jakob would do it.
Why? All teenagers do stupid things.
Yes, but seriously, My, I know that.
But Jakob taking ecstasy?
Sorry, but I just don't believe it.
-No, and it may not be the case.
-No.
Gloria, you're backing down again.
Come on.
Our sons have done drugs.
We should be able to talk about it.
Yes. Can we just...
Let's sit down and talk about it.
But we don't need to sit down,
we're already talking!
You're standing here
saying our kids do drugs.
To me it seems
completely unbelievable.
But that you, Gloria,
sit here telling My and not me,
a week and a half
after the accident,
that it was Sebbe's idea to take
the car, is such a fucking betrayal.
And then you blame Jakob.
-No. I'm not blaming Jakob.
-Then he'd be guilty. You are!
Nobody's blaming anybody.
It was an accident.
Sebbe's always been jealous of Jakob
ever since he was little.
It's no secret! In exactly the same
way that you're jealous of me!
What? Have I been jealous of you?
Yes, of me! You are jealous of me
and of my whole family!
And you know, I wish
you would find someone very soon
who can bear to live with you
because I can't do it anymore.
Most people I surround myself with
grow with responsibility.
But not you. You're regressing!
You don't even realize what a huge
responsibility Sebbe takes of you,
every single day! In exactly
the same way that Adam does,
and My, and me, and everyone else!
Listen, can we just
calm this down a little bit.
None of us is perfect, are we?
No, except maybe you.
-Of course it's you.
-What do you mean by that?
That you know everything
there is to know about teenagers.
What they do and what they think.
And you have so many opinions
about how Helena should raise Lukas,
-and yet you don't say a thing.
-Yes, I do.
-You don't.
-Yes I do.
But being a step mom's different
to being a guardian.
But you know, My, you're the only
one who makes that distinction.
Because from the outside,
it's clear as day
that you're an grown woman,
with adult responsibilities
towards to him.
But you put all that on Helena,
so you can voice all your opinions
from the comfort of the back seat
without having to take
the least bit of responsibility
because you're just the step mom.
Right?
My children and other's kids
suits you quite well, doesn't it?
And a step son that you hate.
Right?
-I don't hate him.
-Don't you?
-Certainly not.
-Really?
Well it sure sounds like it
when you talk about him.
You know what, I think you're right.
You shouldn't have children.
There, I've said it.
And you, you don't even seem to want
to be with the children you have.
-What?
-You just give them hand outs
and hope for the best. Maybe you
should try going home sometime.
A normal evening.
Put down your fucking laptop
and cook some dinner,
and be with your family!
But wait, what's going on?
Is it the 50s calling? Huh?
I hear you loud and clear.
But I'd much rather give money
than fry meatballs.
A hundred percent,
every day of the week!
What are you going to do? Shoot me.
At least it wasn't my son,
or sorry, step son,
who almost killed his best friend
while he was drunk!
It was an accident! I understand
it's hard for you to take in Ebba,
but it's time
you started doing it!
I would know
if my son was taking drugs.
-No, you wouldn't.
-Yes would.
Because you're so busy polishing
your facade and your successes
that you don't even see
the reality of what's around you!
You are so selfish
and self-absorbed and naive!
Shut up! You shut up now!
Don't you talk about me
or my son like that!
Don't you talk about me like that.
This is my home!
-Listen.
-No!
Ebba!
You can take me to Gustavsberg and
I'll guide you once we get there.
I don't get it.
How could it all go so wrong?
None of this would've happened
if you'd been honest from the start.
-So... I'll see you later.
-Mm.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-How's it been?
-Yeah, good. He's resting.
-I'll check on him later.
-How has it been for you?
Yeah. I think it was good for Ebba
to get away for a bit.
Think about something else.
2I get it. Any news about Jakob?
No, not yet.
And how are you?
Yeah, I'm OK.
You don't look OK.
Come here.
Hey...
It'll be OK.
Hey.
-What are you doing home?
-And what are you doing home?
-I have a free period.
-Listen...
-What?
-Were they Jakob's drugs?
-What?
-Gloria says that Sebbe said so.
-Sebbe said that?
-Yes, is it true?
No, it's definitely not true.
-You sure?
-Yes. Have you told Mom?
No, not yet. But I will have to.
And if the pills were Jakob's...
They weren't Jakob's,
Sebbe's lying.
What are you doing?
Gloria and My are saying
Jakob does drugs.
What? Wait,
what do you mean he does drugs?
Ecstasy! My apparently found a bag
in Lukas' room
that Sebbe said came from here.
OK. But we would've noticed though,
right?
That's what I said.
But they both agreed
that, what with me being
so absent-minded and self-absorbed,
-I wouldn't have noticed.
-They said that?
That's exactly what they said!
That I'm self-centered, selfish,
and quite frankly
a fucking terrible mother!
Oh God...
Hey, Ebba... Ebba, take it...
Hey, take it easy.
There are no drugs here.
How do you know! Huh?
If that's true,
then I'm not the only absent,
self-centered parent in this house!
Hang on, hang on...
What do you mean by that?
You're the one who is at home most,
so you should have noticed
if our son had started using drugs,
don't you think?
And by right now
do you mean the last five years?
Oh, apparently someone was counting.
No, no, I'm not counting,
but it's been a while
since you did pick-up or drop-off
or got the groceries
for that matter.
Yes! And do you know why?
Because I work!
I work flat out so that we
as a family can have a good life!
So that we can afford to live here,
so that the children
take part in activities,
so we can go on vacation,
and everything. So stop blaming me!
-I work!
-But I never...
-I never asked for any of this!
-No! Oh right!
Living like this!
You're the one who wants all this!
You're the one who thinks
all this is so fucking important!
-I don't see you complaining.
-So you're saying it's for our sakes
that you work so hard? So,
it's nothing to do with you wanting
to build a career,
become partner, and the whole...
No! Exactly. That's right.
OK. But your son
is in a coma in intensive care,
and you, you choose to go to work.
There you have your priorities.
You're a self-absorbed careerist!
I thought you were the one
taking care of things at home.
But that was naive of me because
that obviously wasn't the case.
You just lie on the couch
every night watching football
like some sick old pensioner,
and you haven't even noticed
that your son's doing drugs!
-Open your fucking eyes.
-Fucking...
Don't talk to me
about being there!
You're so self-absorbed, you think
you're the only who exists!
You close your eyes to reality
as soon as it doesn't suit you!
-Really, do I?
-Yes you do!
Did you know
that Mathilda cries
when she struggles
with her reading homework,
because she's so scared
she won't be good enough for you,
won't meet your standards!
Your perfectionism,
your fucking demands
are going to drive her to self-harm!
When was the last time
you sat down and talked to her?
Actually listened to her,
to any of your children.
No, because the only voice
that gets heard at home is yours!
You run us like a fucking business.
Name one time, just one time,
that you chose us over your job.
For your family's sake.
No, instead you buy shoes that cost
several thousands for Jakob.
But you don't see him.
You think you can buy our love,
but you can't, Ebba.
I don't know who you are.
Where are you going now?
I'm going to pick Mathilda up
from dance class.
-Hi honey. Are you awake now?
-How could you?
-What?
-I've lost two of my best friends
in like a week and it's your fault.
My fault? What have I done?
You promised
you wouldn't say anything!
-About what?
-The pills!
-Yes, but that...
-Yeah, it's always the way with you!
You say it's so important
that you can trust me,
but apparently
it doesn't work both ways.
You promised
not to say anything about the pills
and you promised you'd stay home
with me, but you're never home.
Sebbe, I'm sorry I left again,
the situation with Ebba was urgent.
But when it comes to serious
things like drugs, you have to...
Be quiet! I'm so fucking tired
of taking care of you
all the goddamn time, you hear me?
-I get why dad couldn't handle you.
-Hey...
No.
Where are you going?
Sebbe, I don't want you to leave
when we're upset like this,
I know I'm not always
the best Mom but I'm trying.
-Hello.
-Hello.
How's it been?
Please can you just stop
being mad now.
-Please.
-I'm not mad. I'm disappointed.
Yes, I can see that.
Come here.
Well? How did
your little rescue operation go?
It went terribly.
But don't say I told you so,
because I know
it was a really bad idea.
Oh dear.
Oh, dear. What happened?
No, I... There's just so much,
I...
I don't know anything anymore...
Nothing.
Who will do the reading homework
with me?
You'd better read with your dad,
and I'll take care of the dishes.
I want to read to you, Mom.
Yes, but if you read with Dad first,
you can read with me later. OK?
-Yes. Yes, that will be fine.
-OK.
-Good.
-Good.
Honey, are we out of grapes?
Ebba, do you know
if we're out of grapes?
What's the matter?
Have you slept with Gloria?
Have you slept with Gloria?
Yes.
Ebba.
-Ebba...
-No.
When I get back tomorrow,
I want you gone.
What do you mean, gone?
Hell, I don't know, go to a hotel.
Do whatever you want.
Huh? Are you going?
I was supposed to read to you.
Yes. You know, I have to
go see Jakob for a bit now,
but when I get back tomorrow,
then you can read to me. OK?
-You promise?
-I promise.
-Promise, promise, promise?
-I promise, promise, promise.
Hey...
-Hello.
-Hello, it's me.
I just want to say that Ebba knows.
She knows.
She found the text on my phone.
Gloria?