Meningen med livet (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode 2 - full transcript
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Mum, where's my jacket?
-Mum?
-I can't find my gym bag, Mum!
-Mum?!
-Hello?!
How do you know
if you're mentally well?
-What?
-I read about it on some site,
that to see what you really want,
you have to look inwards
and trust your gut feeling,
provided you're well mentally.
Isn't that one of those
classic catch 22s,
that if you're crazy,
you don't know you're crazy?
Yeah, exactly,
that's why I'm asking.
Okay. Yeah, I'd probably diagnose
you as, you know, fairly well.
Okay, good.
Because I've already made
a list. Listen.
THE MEANING OF LIFE
Mum?
Where's my cap, Mum?
I looked upstairs. It wasn't there.
-Jack.
-I need...
You know what?
Leave Mum alone for a bit. Okay?
Huh? How long will she be in there?
-I don't know.
-Is something wrong with her?
No, it's nothing. It's...
I don't know, it might be
her stomach or anything really.
She might just have her period,
or... It's complicated.
Is there... something wrong?
No, nothing's wrong.
But hey, skip the cap.
-And I'll drive you to work.
-Okay.
I mean school. Okay?
-Mm.
-Good.
Then we have to go now, because we
need to get there straight away.
Pilgrimage. Move abroad. Take drugs.
Sleep with someone else.
But how do you even find
someone else?
Should I get one of those
fucking apps?
What the hell, it's not healthy
to organise your own derailment,
you can hear that yourself, right?
Shouldn't you talk to a psychologist
or something?
And say what?
"Hey, I've got the
world's hottest husband,
I have three healthy kids,
and a totally acceptable job.
Help me."
What about yoga, then?
Then you don't have to
talk to anyone.
SORRY, WHERE ARE THE CAR KEYS?
This is a very first-world problem.
Left drawer in the hall!
-What?
-And top up Hubbe's food bowl.
Use the rest of the bag.
How does it even feel
to really want something?
Dreadful. You'll put up with
just about anything.
-Specify "anything".
-Well...
for example, spread your legs
three times a week
in front of a cute,
total stranger of a man
who puts a rod inside you
to check your fertility.
It's really hard to achieve a
sensible pube hairdo, you know?
I want to look like I'd be
a worthy mother.
-Don't forget to breathe.
-Mm. Yes.
There.
There it is. See this?
You have five, six, seven, eight
follicles that look great.
Oh. Great. Yeah, there they are.
Right.
Good. I'll remove the rod.
Okay. Mm.
Great. I'll give you an ovulation
trigger shot to take home.
Okay.
And it's very important you take it
at exactly 20:30 tonight.
Then you come back the day after
tomorrow for the egg retrieval.
-You can get dressed.
-Right.
Oh, yeah.
During the first little while,
it's very important not to
have unprotected sex.
In theory, all the eggs
could be fertilised.
Right. Yeah, I wouldn't want to be,
you know, Octomum.
You know, the woman
who had like eight kids.
-In America, you know.
-Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I wouldn't want... that.
Do you have any more paper?
Can you write that we've got 25
of these?
Absolutely.
-And we've got about 15 in storage.
-Mm.
Alva...
-What!
-What! Hey!
Come here.
How lovely! Hey!
How are you?
Pretty good, actually. I'm good.
I'm always thinking
I should call you.
Yeah, I know. I'm the same.
But I haven't called.
-Do you work here?
-Yeah, a bit. Mm.
Oh, nice. Great,
because I'm about to see Janne,
we're having a meeting about...
Well, he... or you,
you're going to stock my chair,
that I've just gotten into
production.
Oh, right!
-Congratulations!
-Thank you so much!
Do you sell your things here too?
No, uh, no. I do that on the side.
So, this is just a kind of,
you know, side job.
For a bit of networking,
meet clients,
-inspiration and...
-Sweet, all that.
-Hello, there.
-Hey, Janne. Hey!
-Nice to see you.
-You too.
Alva and I were in the same class
at art school.
Mhm. What a coincidence.
That's great, then you can do the
admin for Aida's project, right?
Sure.
We're so happy you want us
to stock your chair.
-Thanks.
-You're so gifted.
Oh, stop it... Or, go on.
-Shall we go have a chat?
-Yes.
-There are customers.
-Mm.
But, hey, darling.
Let's be in touch.
Yes.
So, does anyone need help?
-Mm.
-Hey.
-It's great you could come.
-Yeah, of course.
-Want some coffee?
-I don't have time, sorry.
Yeah, I understand.
Well, I thought I'd get in touch...
Has... Alva said anything to you?
No. Or, about... what?
Oh, well, I... I think...
Ellen is going to leave me.
What?
I don't know if she's having
a fucking crisis,
if it's something to do with me,
or...
I'm scared to press her because...
I think she'd leave, actually.
Shit...
Well, I can try...
to talk to Alva, if you want.
Yeah... No. Forget it.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
Yeah, it is what it is.
33-19-10 from 3-0.
Suspected shoplifter
at Sickla Centre, over.
19-10, copy.
Will be there in 10 minutes.
Thanks, over.
But, damn...
Just try to talk to her.
-Yeah.
-You can talk to her.
-Yeah...
-It'll be okay.
-Yes. Good.
-Yeah.
Right.
-See you at Polly's tonight.
-Mm.
And we lay in child's pose.
Close your eyes
and take a deep breath.
Take this moment to focus
on yourself and your breathing.
In and out.
Let the ego go and think of what
Buddha says about happiness.
How to we, humans, live our lives,
in order to feel good.
Hmm...
Hi, it's Nico.
Hey, Nico. My name is Angelica.
Okay?
We met about seven years ago
in Gothenburg.
Yes, sorry. No, you... you must have
the wrong number.
Buddha.
The biggest bullshitter of all.
The secret to peace and happiness,
is not wanting anything?
If that's Nirvana,
I'm already there.
And it's fucking hell.
Plus, it's fucking easy to talk
if you're a little monk.
Then it's easy to think happiness
is letting go of your ego
and being free from desire.
Try having three kids, I say.
Oh, by the way.
How did it go with the cute doctor?
Did he like the hairstyle?
The cute doctor? Well...
It's crazy how unsexy you feel
when you're infertile.
Like, not just with the doctor,
but generally, as a woman.
Well, you don't have to be infertile
to feel like that, I'm afraid.
No, I just mean...
you feel so far removed from being
a lush sex goddess.
Like your whole female essence
is in question.
Like, "You had one job."
And it... yeah, I've failed at it.
Yeah, that's just it.
First, we have to be the young,
fertile little sexy whore,
then we have kids and become
the Madonna, then...
then you go through menopause.
Then you're dead.
You know you sound
just like Ulf Lundell, right?
Yeah. How old is his wife?
The latest one. Is she 13?
No, I don't think she's been born
yet, has she?
Polly. Are you turning 52?
-Oh, sweetheart.
-Hey.
-Here you are.
-Wow, thank you.
-And here you are!
-Thank you.
-Hey.
-Hey.
-Hey!
-Hey, darling.
How was work?
Yeah, well...
No, it was actually crazy.
Not at work,
when I'd just gotten...
-Nico, darling.
-Yes?
-Has Alva told you about the tusk?
-No.
They say it could be worth
a few hundred thousand.
How do I sell it?
I don't think you're allowed to
trade in ivory, actually.
No, that's what I said.
No, but you're a killjoy!
It's called being a realist.
You won't tell the cops, will you?
No, I might be more interested
in that gun.
No, don't touch that.
She'll be buried with that.
So, tell me.
-What?
-Something crazy happened.
Right. Someone called Angelica
called, saying I'm her son's father.
Okay. Who's Angelica?
Honestly, no idea.
She must have had the wrong number.
She'd... slept with some other Nico
in Gothenburg on...
what was it, May 14th,
seven years and nine months ago.
Very specific sex calendar.
It was her son's seventh birthday,
that's why she knew so exactly.
Oh. And you're sure it's not you?
Yeah, well I'd have remembered
if I'd slept with some Angelica.
Yeah, you're such a good boy,
so of course you would.
I read such an interesting article
in The Economist
on the consequences of globalisation
for the culture industry.
Henri, pass me the wine?
I heard something about that.
That it's been on the west's terms.
I cut the article out for you, Alva.
I think it would be of interest
to you, actually.
Right... Where did you hear that?
Sorry, where are Alex and the kids?
Maybe we should wait for them.
No, that's not necessary.
Everyone has their own priorities.
Is there a game on?
No.
It's just... a little break.
Oh. Who's the one taking the break?
Me.
I've taken a little break
from Alex and the kids.
Yes, and not a moment too soon.
What?
Is it so nice without my kids?
I wasn't the one who decided to
take a break from your kids, right?
Nico, darling. Why do I never get to
see you in uniform?
Has anything in particular happened?
No, it... Maybe that's the problem.
-Mhm. Do you want to talk about it?
-No. It's fine, Dad.
Have I told you about my Gustave?
The Foreign Legionnaire?
-Yes, you have.
-Really?
He never took off his uniform,
if I didn't ask him to.
No, of course not.
You've seen his hunting rifle
on the mantle in the hall?
-Yes, have you seen it?
-Yes, I've seen it. Absolutely.
He called it his gift of love.
Wow. Okay.
Could it have been
because he carried a weapon,
that he was so virile?
Well, no, that wouldn't be
my experience, actually.
But you must feel it too?
That power, that knowledge
that you rule over life and death?
No. That's not how I see it.
I wouldn't be a good police.
-Right.
-There is a rush of adrenaline.
It's a lot of power.
-Do you shoot it often?
-No. It happens, but very rarely.
How does it feel?
Well, all that adrenaline
makes you...
Well, you feel alive.
Yes, Gustave said the same thing.
-Oh?
-Yes, I recognise that.
You do feel alive.
Hey, is it going well?
With the whole process...
I mean, is it going to plan?
Yeah, you know, I have no idea,
but... I hope so.
Mm. I'm praying for you.
I hope that's okay.
Yeah, if God wants to jump in,
he can get to it.
I've got something for you here.
I found it at home.
I know the cross...
doesn't mean that much to you,
but it does to me.
You don't have to wear it
if you don't want to.
It means a lot to me
that you've looked for it.
Is it my baptismal cross?
Yes.
And you still have it?
Yes.
Well, you'd better put it on me,
then.
-Mhm, sure.
-You have to help me with this.
Sure. Just a minute.
There.
How are you?
Well...
How do you feel now?
Uh... Okay.
We have to try to talk about this.
-Yes.
-Yes.
I don't know how to explain it.
You're a great dad.
You are, really.
Our kids, they're... so beautiful.
I look at you,
and everything feels good.
But then I look at myself.
-Mm.
-And what I've become.
And I don't like it.
This.
Or...
God, I don't know.
Or, I don't even know
what the hell it is. This.
This.
But I love you.
I know who you are.
That doesn't help.
Ten. Eleven? Yeah.
Yeah, that's a long time.
Yeah, he was cute.
I understand why you...
Yeah, but imagine someone ripping
your guts out, but...
but a hundred times worse.
That's that pain we're talking.
-What?
-Yeah, no, maybe not that bad.
But it was awful.
But at least my eggs are there,
being incubated.
So surreal that you have babies
growing in a lab.
-Alva?
-Yes?
Aida is here with her project,
can you come help?
Yes, absolutely. I'm coming.
I have to go. Aida's little
design project is here.
Talk to you later.
-Alva!
-Hey.
Aida. I'll show you.
Can you carry it in?
-What?
-What!
-Hey!
-Hey!
-Wow! Hi.
-Hi! Wow, what a lovely surprise!
Wow, and all that...
Hair, oh yeah. It's grown a bit.
-Nice.
-You look... You're looking healthy.
-I look healthy? Well...
-Well, you know. You look fresh.
Oh. Thanks.
And you're driving round with Aida?
I'm just helping Aida
with the chairs.
She doesn't have a driver's license,
poor thing.
You know how it is,
harassed me till I said yes.
Mm. Yes. The chairs, yeah.
Yeah, have you seen them?
-Yeah, we got an email about them.
-Right. What do you think?
Well, what do you think?
Like Hay might want their sketches
back, I don't know.
Right? Like...
-Don't tell her!
-Of course not.
-You know how she is.
-Don't tell her what I said either.
But, wow, you work here then?
-Yeah, that's right.
-Right. Why?
You were best in the class.
After me.
You shouldn't be standing here,
doing sales.
-Always humble, Adam.
-Seriously, what are you doing here?
Look at Aida.
If she can, you definitely can.
She doesn't have half what you do.
-Don't you give up.
-No.
Well. Anyway...
What's going on otherwise?
Otherwise? Well... No one...
nothing in particular.
Are you still living at Nytorget?
Uh, no. Aspudden.
Okay.
-I see.
-Yup...
We should get a beer one day, maybe.
-If you want.
-At Pink Dreams.
Pink Dreams. Exactly.
-Yeah, nice to see you, drive safe.
-You too.
-See ya.
-Bye.
It says, "Anna-Lena, can we talk?"
And Susanne asked me if it's time
to think about desk work.
What's wrong
with these desk jockeys?
As if it would be an upgrade to be
cooped up inside, pushing papers.
I'd rather quit.
Are you even listening to me?
Yeah.
The... internal...
internal service and...
-I'm going to go throw this out.
-Okay, yes.
I LOVE YOU!
I LOVE YOU TOO!
As you all know,
nuts have been found in the school.
Which has resulted in a student
ending up in the emergency room.
Did he choke?
No, we think someone ate
nut chocolate in the corridor.
So we really want to ask everyone
to take responsibility
and make sure no student sets foot
in the school
with anything
that could contain traces of nuts.
-We met with the principal...
-Wait a minute.
This is our responsibility?
The kids are your responsibility
during school hours.
-Yes...
-Yes. So what I want to hear is...
What is the school doing to make
sure this never happens again?
We think it's most important
to have a dialog with you parents,
to make sure nuts are kept away
from school.
A dialogue? Look here,
if I send my son here,
and someone eats
a chocolate bar with nuts,
I can't do anything about it.
It's the school's responsibility.
Sure, but it's not that simple
in practise.
We can't stop and search your
children.
-We don't have the right.
-No? And why not?
Uh, well. It's illegal.
If you can't protect our students,
we'll stop sending them here.
-How do the rest of you feel?
-Yeah.
What? Come on. Come on, wait.
There's no scientific evidence
that you can have
a life-threatening allergic reaction
to someone else eating
a nut chocolate.
What, of course you can.
That's exactly what happened
to Andreas.
No, of course it isn't. He obviously
ate the chocolate himself.
Why would he have done that?
He's allergic!
Yes, but he's a child.
Yes, but, I...
There's scientific evidence
for this.
-Really? Where?
-I've read... Well, I haven't...
But... but listen, I'm not prepared
to risk our child's health.
Of course not.
And the most important thing
for us, of course,
is to create a safe place
for your children.
But we also need to help out
and take adult responsibility.
And we're back to this
"adult responsibility".
That's fucking good-looking.
The stool.
-Yeah...
-It's awesome.
Aren't you going to make it?
There's enough going on
with the fertility thing.
I can't start my own business and
put a load of effort into that...
there are enough demands on me
already.
I guess so.
Plus I've been in this shit job
for two years
to get parental leave allowance,
so if I quit now, it will be like
waiting on hold for two years
and then hanging up
as soon as they answer.
Yeah, sure, that makes sense.
And I can't afford a studio either.
But you don't need one,
you can do it here.
-Here?
-Yes.
But... this is the nursery.
Yes, it'll be the nursery,
but for now, it's...
You can use it for now.
But that would jinx the whole thing.
Like telling God
to forget about the kid.
No, that's not what we're doing.
Then let's decorate it as a nursery.
That's even worse.
Then we'll jinx it even more.
Okay. Then I guess we'll have it
as like, a waiting room.
Our life is a waiting room anyway.
Unless those eggs get fertilised...
really well now.
Speaking of eggs... carbonara?
Oh, come on...
-Hey.
-Hey, how's it going?
Hey, can you get Nora?
This parent-teacher meeting
is taking forever.
Nuts are apparently
an inexhaustible topic.
I get it.
Bloody hell. Poor teacher.
Yeah, Jesus. I'm thinking of buying
her a bottle of something.
You sound a bit... different.
-Do I?
-Yeah. I don't know...
-Happier maybe?
-Yeah, maybe. See you. Mwah.
Alva, your phone's ringing.
Right.
IVF CLINIC
It's the clinic...
-You answer it!
-The clinic?
I'm too scared.
They'll say something's wrong.
-Pick it up!
-Fine. Okay.
-Hello?
-Hi, I'm Daniel.
I'm calling from the clinic.
-Am I speaking to Alva?
-No, it's Nico, her partner.
She's just a bit busy.
So you can tell me.
But, how's it going with...
the eggs?
That's why I'm calling.
We have two fertilised embryos
that have divided, they look great.
We're going to freeze one, and have
you come in to transfer the other.
How's nine o'clock tomorrow?
Yes!
Yes, that would... it... yes.
-Great.
-We can.
-What did you say? Nine tomorrow?
-Yes.
-Hell yeah! I mean, good.
-See you then.
-Okay, awesome. Thank you.
-Bye.
Yeah, bye.
I have to call Ellen! Nico!
Hey, you've reached Ellen.
I can't talk right now,
but leave a message
and I'll call as soon as I can.
Finger off the trigger.
Go ahead and load.
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Mum, where's my jacket?
-Mum?
-I can't find my gym bag, Mum!
-Mum?!
-Hello?!
How do you know
if you're mentally well?
-What?
-I read about it on some site,
that to see what you really want,
you have to look inwards
and trust your gut feeling,
provided you're well mentally.
Isn't that one of those
classic catch 22s,
that if you're crazy,
you don't know you're crazy?
Yeah, exactly,
that's why I'm asking.
Okay. Yeah, I'd probably diagnose
you as, you know, fairly well.
Okay, good.
Because I've already made
a list. Listen.
THE MEANING OF LIFE
Mum?
Where's my cap, Mum?
I looked upstairs. It wasn't there.
-Jack.
-I need...
You know what?
Leave Mum alone for a bit. Okay?
Huh? How long will she be in there?
-I don't know.
-Is something wrong with her?
No, it's nothing. It's...
I don't know, it might be
her stomach or anything really.
She might just have her period,
or... It's complicated.
Is there... something wrong?
No, nothing's wrong.
But hey, skip the cap.
-And I'll drive you to work.
-Okay.
I mean school. Okay?
-Mm.
-Good.
Then we have to go now, because we
need to get there straight away.
Pilgrimage. Move abroad. Take drugs.
Sleep with someone else.
But how do you even find
someone else?
Should I get one of those
fucking apps?
What the hell, it's not healthy
to organise your own derailment,
you can hear that yourself, right?
Shouldn't you talk to a psychologist
or something?
And say what?
"Hey, I've got the
world's hottest husband,
I have three healthy kids,
and a totally acceptable job.
Help me."
What about yoga, then?
Then you don't have to
talk to anyone.
SORRY, WHERE ARE THE CAR KEYS?
This is a very first-world problem.
Left drawer in the hall!
-What?
-And top up Hubbe's food bowl.
Use the rest of the bag.
How does it even feel
to really want something?
Dreadful. You'll put up with
just about anything.
-Specify "anything".
-Well...
for example, spread your legs
three times a week
in front of a cute,
total stranger of a man
who puts a rod inside you
to check your fertility.
It's really hard to achieve a
sensible pube hairdo, you know?
I want to look like I'd be
a worthy mother.
-Don't forget to breathe.
-Mm. Yes.
There.
There it is. See this?
You have five, six, seven, eight
follicles that look great.
Oh. Great. Yeah, there they are.
Right.
Good. I'll remove the rod.
Okay. Mm.
Great. I'll give you an ovulation
trigger shot to take home.
Okay.
And it's very important you take it
at exactly 20:30 tonight.
Then you come back the day after
tomorrow for the egg retrieval.
-You can get dressed.
-Right.
Oh, yeah.
During the first little while,
it's very important not to
have unprotected sex.
In theory, all the eggs
could be fertilised.
Right. Yeah, I wouldn't want to be,
you know, Octomum.
You know, the woman
who had like eight kids.
-In America, you know.
-Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I wouldn't want... that.
Do you have any more paper?
Can you write that we've got 25
of these?
Absolutely.
-And we've got about 15 in storage.
-Mm.
Alva...
-What!
-What! Hey!
Come here.
How lovely! Hey!
How are you?
Pretty good, actually. I'm good.
I'm always thinking
I should call you.
Yeah, I know. I'm the same.
But I haven't called.
-Do you work here?
-Yeah, a bit. Mm.
Oh, nice. Great,
because I'm about to see Janne,
we're having a meeting about...
Well, he... or you,
you're going to stock my chair,
that I've just gotten into
production.
Oh, right!
-Congratulations!
-Thank you so much!
Do you sell your things here too?
No, uh, no. I do that on the side.
So, this is just a kind of,
you know, side job.
For a bit of networking,
meet clients,
-inspiration and...
-Sweet, all that.
-Hello, there.
-Hey, Janne. Hey!
-Nice to see you.
-You too.
Alva and I were in the same class
at art school.
Mhm. What a coincidence.
That's great, then you can do the
admin for Aida's project, right?
Sure.
We're so happy you want us
to stock your chair.
-Thanks.
-You're so gifted.
Oh, stop it... Or, go on.
-Shall we go have a chat?
-Yes.
-There are customers.
-Mm.
But, hey, darling.
Let's be in touch.
Yes.
So, does anyone need help?
-Mm.
-Hey.
-It's great you could come.
-Yeah, of course.
-Want some coffee?
-I don't have time, sorry.
Yeah, I understand.
Well, I thought I'd get in touch...
Has... Alva said anything to you?
No. Or, about... what?
Oh, well, I... I think...
Ellen is going to leave me.
What?
I don't know if she's having
a fucking crisis,
if it's something to do with me,
or...
I'm scared to press her because...
I think she'd leave, actually.
Shit...
Well, I can try...
to talk to Alva, if you want.
Yeah... No. Forget it.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
Yeah, it is what it is.
33-19-10 from 3-0.
Suspected shoplifter
at Sickla Centre, over.
19-10, copy.
Will be there in 10 minutes.
Thanks, over.
But, damn...
Just try to talk to her.
-Yeah.
-You can talk to her.
-Yeah...
-It'll be okay.
-Yes. Good.
-Yeah.
Right.
-See you at Polly's tonight.
-Mm.
And we lay in child's pose.
Close your eyes
and take a deep breath.
Take this moment to focus
on yourself and your breathing.
In and out.
Let the ego go and think of what
Buddha says about happiness.
How to we, humans, live our lives,
in order to feel good.
Hmm...
Hi, it's Nico.
Hey, Nico. My name is Angelica.
Okay?
We met about seven years ago
in Gothenburg.
Yes, sorry. No, you... you must have
the wrong number.
Buddha.
The biggest bullshitter of all.
The secret to peace and happiness,
is not wanting anything?
If that's Nirvana,
I'm already there.
And it's fucking hell.
Plus, it's fucking easy to talk
if you're a little monk.
Then it's easy to think happiness
is letting go of your ego
and being free from desire.
Try having three kids, I say.
Oh, by the way.
How did it go with the cute doctor?
Did he like the hairstyle?
The cute doctor? Well...
It's crazy how unsexy you feel
when you're infertile.
Like, not just with the doctor,
but generally, as a woman.
Well, you don't have to be infertile
to feel like that, I'm afraid.
No, I just mean...
you feel so far removed from being
a lush sex goddess.
Like your whole female essence
is in question.
Like, "You had one job."
And it... yeah, I've failed at it.
Yeah, that's just it.
First, we have to be the young,
fertile little sexy whore,
then we have kids and become
the Madonna, then...
then you go through menopause.
Then you're dead.
You know you sound
just like Ulf Lundell, right?
Yeah. How old is his wife?
The latest one. Is she 13?
No, I don't think she's been born
yet, has she?
Polly. Are you turning 52?
-Oh, sweetheart.
-Hey.
-Here you are.
-Wow, thank you.
-And here you are!
-Thank you.
-Hey.
-Hey.
-Hey!
-Hey, darling.
How was work?
Yeah, well...
No, it was actually crazy.
Not at work,
when I'd just gotten...
-Nico, darling.
-Yes?
-Has Alva told you about the tusk?
-No.
They say it could be worth
a few hundred thousand.
How do I sell it?
I don't think you're allowed to
trade in ivory, actually.
No, that's what I said.
No, but you're a killjoy!
It's called being a realist.
You won't tell the cops, will you?
No, I might be more interested
in that gun.
No, don't touch that.
She'll be buried with that.
So, tell me.
-What?
-Something crazy happened.
Right. Someone called Angelica
called, saying I'm her son's father.
Okay. Who's Angelica?
Honestly, no idea.
She must have had the wrong number.
She'd... slept with some other Nico
in Gothenburg on...
what was it, May 14th,
seven years and nine months ago.
Very specific sex calendar.
It was her son's seventh birthday,
that's why she knew so exactly.
Oh. And you're sure it's not you?
Yeah, well I'd have remembered
if I'd slept with some Angelica.
Yeah, you're such a good boy,
so of course you would.
I read such an interesting article
in The Economist
on the consequences of globalisation
for the culture industry.
Henri, pass me the wine?
I heard something about that.
That it's been on the west's terms.
I cut the article out for you, Alva.
I think it would be of interest
to you, actually.
Right... Where did you hear that?
Sorry, where are Alex and the kids?
Maybe we should wait for them.
No, that's not necessary.
Everyone has their own priorities.
Is there a game on?
No.
It's just... a little break.
Oh. Who's the one taking the break?
Me.
I've taken a little break
from Alex and the kids.
Yes, and not a moment too soon.
What?
Is it so nice without my kids?
I wasn't the one who decided to
take a break from your kids, right?
Nico, darling. Why do I never get to
see you in uniform?
Has anything in particular happened?
No, it... Maybe that's the problem.
-Mhm. Do you want to talk about it?
-No. It's fine, Dad.
Have I told you about my Gustave?
The Foreign Legionnaire?
-Yes, you have.
-Really?
He never took off his uniform,
if I didn't ask him to.
No, of course not.
You've seen his hunting rifle
on the mantle in the hall?
-Yes, have you seen it?
-Yes, I've seen it. Absolutely.
He called it his gift of love.
Wow. Okay.
Could it have been
because he carried a weapon,
that he was so virile?
Well, no, that wouldn't be
my experience, actually.
But you must feel it too?
That power, that knowledge
that you rule over life and death?
No. That's not how I see it.
I wouldn't be a good police.
-Right.
-There is a rush of adrenaline.
It's a lot of power.
-Do you shoot it often?
-No. It happens, but very rarely.
How does it feel?
Well, all that adrenaline
makes you...
Well, you feel alive.
Yes, Gustave said the same thing.
-Oh?
-Yes, I recognise that.
You do feel alive.
Hey, is it going well?
With the whole process...
I mean, is it going to plan?
Yeah, you know, I have no idea,
but... I hope so.
Mm. I'm praying for you.
I hope that's okay.
Yeah, if God wants to jump in,
he can get to it.
I've got something for you here.
I found it at home.
I know the cross...
doesn't mean that much to you,
but it does to me.
You don't have to wear it
if you don't want to.
It means a lot to me
that you've looked for it.
Is it my baptismal cross?
Yes.
And you still have it?
Yes.
Well, you'd better put it on me,
then.
-Mhm, sure.
-You have to help me with this.
Sure. Just a minute.
There.
How are you?
Well...
How do you feel now?
Uh... Okay.
We have to try to talk about this.
-Yes.
-Yes.
I don't know how to explain it.
You're a great dad.
You are, really.
Our kids, they're... so beautiful.
I look at you,
and everything feels good.
But then I look at myself.
-Mm.
-And what I've become.
And I don't like it.
This.
Or...
God, I don't know.
Or, I don't even know
what the hell it is. This.
This.
But I love you.
I know who you are.
That doesn't help.
Ten. Eleven? Yeah.
Yeah, that's a long time.
Yeah, he was cute.
I understand why you...
Yeah, but imagine someone ripping
your guts out, but...
but a hundred times worse.
That's that pain we're talking.
-What?
-Yeah, no, maybe not that bad.
But it was awful.
But at least my eggs are there,
being incubated.
So surreal that you have babies
growing in a lab.
-Alva?
-Yes?
Aida is here with her project,
can you come help?
Yes, absolutely. I'm coming.
I have to go. Aida's little
design project is here.
Talk to you later.
-Alva!
-Hey.
Aida. I'll show you.
Can you carry it in?
-What?
-What!
-Hey!
-Hey!
-Wow! Hi.
-Hi! Wow, what a lovely surprise!
Wow, and all that...
Hair, oh yeah. It's grown a bit.
-Nice.
-You look... You're looking healthy.
-I look healthy? Well...
-Well, you know. You look fresh.
Oh. Thanks.
And you're driving round with Aida?
I'm just helping Aida
with the chairs.
She doesn't have a driver's license,
poor thing.
You know how it is,
harassed me till I said yes.
Mm. Yes. The chairs, yeah.
Yeah, have you seen them?
-Yeah, we got an email about them.
-Right. What do you think?
Well, what do you think?
Like Hay might want their sketches
back, I don't know.
Right? Like...
-Don't tell her!
-Of course not.
-You know how she is.
-Don't tell her what I said either.
But, wow, you work here then?
-Yeah, that's right.
-Right. Why?
You were best in the class.
After me.
You shouldn't be standing here,
doing sales.
-Always humble, Adam.
-Seriously, what are you doing here?
Look at Aida.
If she can, you definitely can.
She doesn't have half what you do.
-Don't you give up.
-No.
Well. Anyway...
What's going on otherwise?
Otherwise? Well... No one...
nothing in particular.
Are you still living at Nytorget?
Uh, no. Aspudden.
Okay.
-I see.
-Yup...
We should get a beer one day, maybe.
-If you want.
-At Pink Dreams.
Pink Dreams. Exactly.
-Yeah, nice to see you, drive safe.
-You too.
-See ya.
-Bye.
It says, "Anna-Lena, can we talk?"
And Susanne asked me if it's time
to think about desk work.
What's wrong
with these desk jockeys?
As if it would be an upgrade to be
cooped up inside, pushing papers.
I'd rather quit.
Are you even listening to me?
Yeah.
The... internal...
internal service and...
-I'm going to go throw this out.
-Okay, yes.
I LOVE YOU!
I LOVE YOU TOO!
As you all know,
nuts have been found in the school.
Which has resulted in a student
ending up in the emergency room.
Did he choke?
No, we think someone ate
nut chocolate in the corridor.
So we really want to ask everyone
to take responsibility
and make sure no student sets foot
in the school
with anything
that could contain traces of nuts.
-We met with the principal...
-Wait a minute.
This is our responsibility?
The kids are your responsibility
during school hours.
-Yes...
-Yes. So what I want to hear is...
What is the school doing to make
sure this never happens again?
We think it's most important
to have a dialog with you parents,
to make sure nuts are kept away
from school.
A dialogue? Look here,
if I send my son here,
and someone eats
a chocolate bar with nuts,
I can't do anything about it.
It's the school's responsibility.
Sure, but it's not that simple
in practise.
We can't stop and search your
children.
-We don't have the right.
-No? And why not?
Uh, well. It's illegal.
If you can't protect our students,
we'll stop sending them here.
-How do the rest of you feel?
-Yeah.
What? Come on. Come on, wait.
There's no scientific evidence
that you can have
a life-threatening allergic reaction
to someone else eating
a nut chocolate.
What, of course you can.
That's exactly what happened
to Andreas.
No, of course it isn't. He obviously
ate the chocolate himself.
Why would he have done that?
He's allergic!
Yes, but he's a child.
Yes, but, I...
There's scientific evidence
for this.
-Really? Where?
-I've read... Well, I haven't...
But... but listen, I'm not prepared
to risk our child's health.
Of course not.
And the most important thing
for us, of course,
is to create a safe place
for your children.
But we also need to help out
and take adult responsibility.
And we're back to this
"adult responsibility".
That's fucking good-looking.
The stool.
-Yeah...
-It's awesome.
Aren't you going to make it?
There's enough going on
with the fertility thing.
I can't start my own business and
put a load of effort into that...
there are enough demands on me
already.
I guess so.
Plus I've been in this shit job
for two years
to get parental leave allowance,
so if I quit now, it will be like
waiting on hold for two years
and then hanging up
as soon as they answer.
Yeah, sure, that makes sense.
And I can't afford a studio either.
But you don't need one,
you can do it here.
-Here?
-Yes.
But... this is the nursery.
Yes, it'll be the nursery,
but for now, it's...
You can use it for now.
But that would jinx the whole thing.
Like telling God
to forget about the kid.
No, that's not what we're doing.
Then let's decorate it as a nursery.
That's even worse.
Then we'll jinx it even more.
Okay. Then I guess we'll have it
as like, a waiting room.
Our life is a waiting room anyway.
Unless those eggs get fertilised...
really well now.
Speaking of eggs... carbonara?
Oh, come on...
-Hey.
-Hey, how's it going?
Hey, can you get Nora?
This parent-teacher meeting
is taking forever.
Nuts are apparently
an inexhaustible topic.
I get it.
Bloody hell. Poor teacher.
Yeah, Jesus. I'm thinking of buying
her a bottle of something.
You sound a bit... different.
-Do I?
-Yeah. I don't know...
-Happier maybe?
-Yeah, maybe. See you. Mwah.
Alva, your phone's ringing.
Right.
IVF CLINIC
It's the clinic...
-You answer it!
-The clinic?
I'm too scared.
They'll say something's wrong.
-Pick it up!
-Fine. Okay.
-Hello?
-Hi, I'm Daniel.
I'm calling from the clinic.
-Am I speaking to Alva?
-No, it's Nico, her partner.
She's just a bit busy.
So you can tell me.
But, how's it going with...
the eggs?
That's why I'm calling.
We have two fertilised embryos
that have divided, they look great.
We're going to freeze one, and have
you come in to transfer the other.
How's nine o'clock tomorrow?
Yes!
Yes, that would... it... yes.
-Great.
-We can.
-What did you say? Nine tomorrow?
-Yes.
-Hell yeah! I mean, good.
-See you then.
-Okay, awesome. Thank you.
-Bye.
Yeah, bye.
I have to call Ellen! Nico!
Hey, you've reached Ellen.
I can't talk right now,
but leave a message
and I'll call as soon as I can.
Finger off the trigger.
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