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WEEK 10
THE MEANING OF LIFE
THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS
It's okay to grieve and feel upset.
You don't have to pretend
that nothing has happened.
You don't have to be strong.
Hey?
I'll grab one.
-Just in case.
-That's not why I'm here.
I want to know
how to be happy again.
Sure, but don't think like that.
Nobody is expecting you
to rush back into normal life.
Alva, it's okay to cry.
I can tell that's what you need in
order to get it out of your system.
Go on, just let go.
She had one thing on her mind:
make me depressed,
make me sign off sick,
retire early and become listless.
I know she was a bit odd...
She didn't ask once how you feel.
I mean, what the hell?
-There was no need.
-Don't defend her.
We're in this together, but I'm
meant to die while you feel nothing.
-But...
-It's complete sexist bullshit.
If this is some reverse psychology,
I'm going back to work tomorrow.
Are you really
going back to work tomorrow?
You're rooting for team listless?
No, I'm not.
I'm rooting for team Alva,
you know that.
Always.
It's just that tomorrow...
Henri called and wanted to cook...
some food you liked
when you were little.
-He wanted to come over.
-What, chilli?
Oh, I don't know.
Please stop babying me.
And I didn't like chilli, Ellen did.
Okay.
Hi, Alva here. Yes, I'm fine,
all things considering.
-Hello?
-Mummy, Mummy!
We have a surprise for you.
-Close your eyes.
-Hang on.
Okay. Okay. Oops.
Look!
Oh...
They were so upset
that Hubbe ran away
I thought I'd get some new ones.
-Two of them?
-Yes, Hugo did some research
and discovered
that they need company.
Yes, otherwise it's animal cruelty.
Yes, and we're not cruel to animals,
are we?
Can we name them Anna and Elsa?
Daddy said they'd be called
Snape and Dumbledore.
Everybody's got
suggestions for names
and Mummy loves bunnies, so I'm sure
she's got some suggestions, too.
Shall we go through the list then?
We've got Bugs and Bunny,
Dumbledore and Snape,
Anna and Elsa, Bruno...
Darth and Vader. Snow White.
Donnie and Darko and Jan Malmsjö.
-Any names for the list?
-No, that's fine.
-What are you doing?
-Packing for the butchery course.
-You're seriously going on that?
-Of course.
It's already been paid for.
But a few things
have happened since then.
What's that got
to do with anything?
For fuck's sake.
For example that you shot Hubbe.
What's Hubbe got to do
with the butchery course?
What's that got to do with your
hunting? You shot the kid's pet.
Alva, Nico and the kids
- it's chaos and you're off.
I spoke to Alva and she's fine
with it. It's just for a weekend.
-Do you know anyone who's going?
-Yes, Matteo is coming.
You weren't going to tell me.
I'm telling you now.
It's not important.
If you were going with Jenny, you'd
have said, "Jenny and I are going".
I wish I'd gone with Jenny, because
then there'd be no questions.
Are you surprised that I'm asking?
Can't I have a male friend?
-How does his wife feel about this?
-Just stop it.
-Does his wife think it's okay?
-Leave it!
He doesn't have a wife anymore.
Not anymore? No.
I see.
Hey...
You don't have to.
You know that.
In case you find it too hard.
I can call Janne and talk to him.
What would you tell Janne?
I could tell him
you've been kidnapped.
By a criminal gang. I would.
I think this is something
I've just got to do.
-Okay.
-Okay?
You're the best.
Have you got everything?
I think so.
-Hey...
-What?
What if it never happens?
Of course it will.
-You think so?
-Mm.
The doctors said that it's good for
you to see that you can conceive.
-I feel like such a failure.
-Stop it.
-Broken and...
-Alva, don't.
What if we never get to be parents?
What if you never get to be a dad?
You'd be the best dad in the world.
I know that.
I'm sorry for not making you a dad.
Stop it, Alva.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm the one
who ought to say sorry.
I've... I'm just sorry.
I...
I've tried to say something
that's a bit difficult.
What is it?
Well, it's...
-What?
-Well...
It was like years ago.
I don't even remember it.
But then I got this call...
This Angelica called.
What are you talking about?
I am...
I am already a father.
-No...
-Listen, I had no idea.
I wasn't prepared for it and
have wanted to tell you every day.
I found out at the same time as you
fell pregnant and couldn't tell you.
I didn't know.
I just couldn't...
His name is Harry.
He's seven years old.
-No...
-Yes.
Sorry.
I didn't know. I'm sorry.
Alva, please.
I'm sorry.
I don't want it to look like we've
bought ourselves good taste.
I want people to come in and feel
that we're more aware than that.
I want it all to be more conceptual,
something more holistic.
Alva.
Please, I'm sorry. I have to...
When I was on the floor
being sick at that job interview,
you said that you were with
Anna-Lena at some bloody hospital.
Where the hell were you?
-Please, I'm sorry.
-You were with that bloody kid.
-Yes, I was.
-And that bitch of a mum.
Please, let me explain.
Hi, you've reached Ellen.
I can't answer right now...
Right. Thanks.
-What...
-Take your fucking continuity
or whatever and go to hell.
Continuity. Shall we go upstairs?
I'll do like your amazing Amanda,
I resign.
Right.
Can I help you?
After the animal has been shot
you mustn't refrigerate it too soon.
That inhibits
the tenderising process.
It's good to leave it
for 10 or 11 days.
So this carcass
has been tenderising for 11 days
and is ready to be butchered.
Ellen, Matteo,
I thought you might start.
-Right.
-Okay.
It feels a bit degrading
to call it a carcass.
I mean, shouldn't it have name,
like Kattis?
-My ex-wife was called Kattis.
-No, really?
-I'm sorry.
-No, I was joking.
-Right, focus.
-Sure.
-Here you are.
-Thank you.
Ellen, you can start
by cutting down the side.
This goes so well with...
-Amanda...
-Excuse me.
-Do you know where Alva is?
-She resigned.
-What?
-Sorry, it must be so hard for you.
-Do you know where she is?
-She must have gone home.
Dad, Nora took my iPad.
It's not yours,
it's the family iPad.
-I had it first.
-It's mine.
Hey, stop it, you two.
-Hi, you've reached Ellen...
-Shit!
What the fuck!
-No swearing.
-Sorry, swearing is bad.
-What the hell?
-There's a fire!
No, the fire alarm
thinks there's a fire.
Don't worry, don't worry.
No one's going to die.
-Hello?
-We're not going to die.
-Don't worry.
-What's going on?
-Is Alva here?
-No!
-It's so loud!
-Don't worry.
-And where's Ellen?
-I can't get hold of her either!
She's on some butchering course
with Matteo and they're fucking!
-What?
-Hi.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Daddy just got a bit stressed.
Swearing is not good.
-What the fuck.
-Adults aren't supposed to swear.
Damn it! I've fucked up everything!
Nico...
-Oh.
-We're just a bit stressed.
Hi, Hugo. Hi, Nora.
Right, you can take your aprons off.
I'll vacuum pack these.
-Oh, bugger.
-Oh, shit.
I didn't bring an extra top, in
order to fit the textbook in.
-Pretty good choice, though.
-Your ex-wife ruined it all.
-Grab one of my tops, I've got lots.
-Are you sure?
I pack like an old lady.
I'll never wear them all.
Oh, that's great, thanks.
They're in my room.
I'll get one. Come on.
So I met them without telling Alva.
I was going to tell her
and now everything's gone to shit.
-Fuck.
-Okay...
I still think you're strong
for keeping it inside.
-I couldn't have done it.
-'Cause you're not an idiot.
That's not what I meant.
Who's that Matteo then?
Yes, who the hell is he?
He's Ellen's new hunting mate.
That's what she says anyway.
They share everything.
They've got so much in common.
The thing is that
when I Iook at myself...
through Ellen's eyes,
I just see...
a fucking statue.
A mossy old man.
But that's the way I like it.
The way it's always been.
I don't like change.
Would you like some?
No...
What is it?
Sorry, nothing.
-No, what?
-No, nothing.
-I can tell something's up.
-No.
Did Ellen breastfeed you?
When she had mastitis?
Yes.
She did.
She needed me.
Back then.
She kept saying that she'd
never have managed without me.
But now we're...
I wanted us to be together forever.
I thought we would be.
But now I'm not sure anymore.
I've kept thinking that...
we'd always be together.
We're about the same size,
aren't we?
Well, thanks.
Let's see...
So... I can't help
being so fit and skinny.
Okay, try this one.
Great, thanks.
-Maybe you should...
-Oh, sorry.
-So...
-I just have to say...
You don't want to...
No. Please, don't be offended.
No, I don't want to.
-What a relief!
-What a relief!
Oh, would you mind
turning around again?
Okay. I'm sorry. That's great.
-Shall we grab a beer?
-Sure.
Can I have another one, please?
Hi there.
Alva. Alva!
-Hi.
-Amanda!
Shit, thanks for coming.
-What would you like to drink?
-The same as you.
Could we have
two more of the same, please?
-Alright!
-Wow, you look so nice.
God, what a dress.
How are you?
-Fine.
-And how's Nico?
Good question. Or what do you mean?
He came to the shop looking for you.
He was so worried.
Forget about Nico. Tonight you and I
are just going to have a great time.
Okay.
-Thanks. Cheers.
-Thanks.
Shit, you were brave today.
-Amanda!
-Hello!
-Hi there.
-Hello.
Hi, my name is Alva.
Great to meet you.
Good to meet you. I'm Alva.
-Camilla. Hi.
-I told you about my colleague.
Well, we're not colleagues anymore.
-She actually resigned in person.
-What?
She rocked up to Janne: "I refuse
to share the same air as you."
And she just quit there and then.
I would never have dared.
-Wow, who are you?
-Cheers!
-Hi there. Hi.
-Hello.
How are you?
-Fine.
-Yeah?
-How old are you?
-What?
-How old are you?
-I'm 18. And you?
-Have this.
-Thanks.
Could I book a cab, please?
Now, yeah.
Alva.
Thank you. Could you wait here,
please? Two minutes max.
Alva.
Where have you been?
I've called you a thousand times.
I spoke to Nico. What's happened?
-I want you to confess.
-What?
I want you to confess.
What do you want me to confess to?
That there is no God.
My dear child...
No, for real!
He doesn't exist.
Or they or whatever you call it.
Please, can't we just go inside
and talk like grown-ups.
Why did they even
let me get pregnant? Huh?
Alva, sometimes
terrible things happen.
And we don't know why.
That's just the way it is.
-And we just have to accept that?
-No, you don't need to accept it.
You can just fuck around
with people you care about
without any responsibility.
-No.
-How can you be good and all-knowing
and not take responsibility
for those you love?
Please, Alva. Please.
Alva! Don't do anything stupid.
Alva!
Alva, won't you come in
and talk to me?
Alva, please.
Alva, we all love you.
Are you throwing that today?
-Prepare to cry yourself to sleep.
-Go!
I'm gonna nail this one.
-I can't believe it!
-You'd better.
-I just keep losing.
-Apparently.
-What the hell?
-Loving it.
Okay, one more round.
We're closing in 30 minutes.
-One more round?
-Shit, we're getting up at seven.
Let's have another couple of beers.
Right, here we go.
What the...
-What is it?
-Shit.
-I've got to go.
-Can I help you?
No, no. See you.
Okay.
What the hell?
-The battle of Hastings.
-What?
1066.
Hello.
Hi.
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WEEK 10
THE MEANING OF LIFE
THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS
It's okay to grieve and feel upset.
You don't have to pretend
that nothing has happened.
You don't have to be strong.
Hey?
I'll grab one.
-Just in case.
-That's not why I'm here.
I want to know
how to be happy again.
Sure, but don't think like that.
Nobody is expecting you
to rush back into normal life.
Alva, it's okay to cry.
I can tell that's what you need in
order to get it out of your system.
Go on, just let go.
She had one thing on her mind:
make me depressed,
make me sign off sick,
retire early and become listless.
I know she was a bit odd...
She didn't ask once how you feel.
I mean, what the hell?
-There was no need.
-Don't defend her.
We're in this together, but I'm
meant to die while you feel nothing.
-But...
-It's complete sexist bullshit.
If this is some reverse psychology,
I'm going back to work tomorrow.
Are you really
going back to work tomorrow?
You're rooting for team listless?
No, I'm not.
I'm rooting for team Alva,
you know that.
Always.
It's just that tomorrow...
Henri called and wanted to cook...
some food you liked
when you were little.
-He wanted to come over.
-What, chilli?
Oh, I don't know.
Please stop babying me.
And I didn't like chilli, Ellen did.
Okay.
Hi, Alva here. Yes, I'm fine,
all things considering.
-Hello?
-Mummy, Mummy!
We have a surprise for you.
-Close your eyes.
-Hang on.
Okay. Okay. Oops.
Look!
Oh...
They were so upset
that Hubbe ran away
I thought I'd get some new ones.
-Two of them?
-Yes, Hugo did some research
and discovered
that they need company.
Yes, otherwise it's animal cruelty.
Yes, and we're not cruel to animals,
are we?
Can we name them Anna and Elsa?
Daddy said they'd be called
Snape and Dumbledore.
Everybody's got
suggestions for names
and Mummy loves bunnies, so I'm sure
she's got some suggestions, too.
Shall we go through the list then?
We've got Bugs and Bunny,
Dumbledore and Snape,
Anna and Elsa, Bruno...
Darth and Vader. Snow White.
Donnie and Darko and Jan Malmsjö.
-Any names for the list?
-No, that's fine.
-What are you doing?
-Packing for the butchery course.
-You're seriously going on that?
-Of course.
It's already been paid for.
But a few things
have happened since then.
What's that got
to do with anything?
For fuck's sake.
For example that you shot Hubbe.
What's Hubbe got to do
with the butchery course?
What's that got to do with your
hunting? You shot the kid's pet.
Alva, Nico and the kids
- it's chaos and you're off.
I spoke to Alva and she's fine
with it. It's just for a weekend.
-Do you know anyone who's going?
-Yes, Matteo is coming.
You weren't going to tell me.
I'm telling you now.
It's not important.
If you were going with Jenny, you'd
have said, "Jenny and I are going".
I wish I'd gone with Jenny, because
then there'd be no questions.
Are you surprised that I'm asking?
Can't I have a male friend?
-How does his wife feel about this?
-Just stop it.
-Does his wife think it's okay?
-Leave it!
He doesn't have a wife anymore.
Not anymore? No.
I see.
Hey...
You don't have to.
You know that.
In case you find it too hard.
I can call Janne and talk to him.
What would you tell Janne?
I could tell him
you've been kidnapped.
By a criminal gang. I would.
I think this is something
I've just got to do.
-Okay.
-Okay?
You're the best.
Have you got everything?
I think so.
-Hey...
-What?
What if it never happens?
Of course it will.
-You think so?
-Mm.
The doctors said that it's good for
you to see that you can conceive.
-I feel like such a failure.
-Stop it.
-Broken and...
-Alva, don't.
What if we never get to be parents?
What if you never get to be a dad?
You'd be the best dad in the world.
I know that.
I'm sorry for not making you a dad.
Stop it, Alva.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm the one
who ought to say sorry.
I've... I'm just sorry.
I...
I've tried to say something
that's a bit difficult.
What is it?
Well, it's...
-What?
-Well...
It was like years ago.
I don't even remember it.
But then I got this call...
This Angelica called.
What are you talking about?
I am...
I am already a father.
-No...
-Listen, I had no idea.
I wasn't prepared for it and
have wanted to tell you every day.
I found out at the same time as you
fell pregnant and couldn't tell you.
I didn't know.
I just couldn't...
His name is Harry.
He's seven years old.
-No...
-Yes.
Sorry.
I didn't know. I'm sorry.
Alva, please.
I'm sorry.
I don't want it to look like we've
bought ourselves good taste.
I want people to come in and feel
that we're more aware than that.
I want it all to be more conceptual,
something more holistic.
Alva.
Please, I'm sorry. I have to...
When I was on the floor
being sick at that job interview,
you said that you were with
Anna-Lena at some bloody hospital.
Where the hell were you?
-Please, I'm sorry.
-You were with that bloody kid.
-Yes, I was.
-And that bitch of a mum.
Please, let me explain.
Hi, you've reached Ellen.
I can't answer right now...
Right. Thanks.
-What...
-Take your fucking continuity
or whatever and go to hell.
Continuity. Shall we go upstairs?
I'll do like your amazing Amanda,
I resign.
Right.
Can I help you?
After the animal has been shot
you mustn't refrigerate it too soon.
That inhibits
the tenderising process.
It's good to leave it
for 10 or 11 days.
So this carcass
has been tenderising for 11 days
and is ready to be butchered.
Ellen, Matteo,
I thought you might start.
-Right.
-Okay.
It feels a bit degrading
to call it a carcass.
I mean, shouldn't it have name,
like Kattis?
-My ex-wife was called Kattis.
-No, really?
-I'm sorry.
-No, I was joking.
-Right, focus.
-Sure.
-Here you are.
-Thank you.
Ellen, you can start
by cutting down the side.
This goes so well with...
-Amanda...
-Excuse me.
-Do you know where Alva is?
-She resigned.
-What?
-Sorry, it must be so hard for you.
-Do you know where she is?
-She must have gone home.
Dad, Nora took my iPad.
It's not yours,
it's the family iPad.
-I had it first.
-It's mine.
Hey, stop it, you two.
-Hi, you've reached Ellen...
-Shit!
What the fuck!
-No swearing.
-Sorry, swearing is bad.
-What the hell?
-There's a fire!
No, the fire alarm
thinks there's a fire.
Don't worry, don't worry.
No one's going to die.
-Hello?
-We're not going to die.
-Don't worry.
-What's going on?
-Is Alva here?
-No!
-It's so loud!
-Don't worry.
-And where's Ellen?
-I can't get hold of her either!
She's on some butchering course
with Matteo and they're fucking!
-What?
-Hi.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Daddy just got a bit stressed.
Swearing is not good.
-What the fuck.
-Adults aren't supposed to swear.
Damn it! I've fucked up everything!
Nico...
-Oh.
-We're just a bit stressed.
Hi, Hugo. Hi, Nora.
Right, you can take your aprons off.
I'll vacuum pack these.
-Oh, bugger.
-Oh, shit.
I didn't bring an extra top, in
order to fit the textbook in.
-Pretty good choice, though.
-Your ex-wife ruined it all.
-Grab one of my tops, I've got lots.
-Are you sure?
I pack like an old lady.
I'll never wear them all.
Oh, that's great, thanks.
They're in my room.
I'll get one. Come on.
So I met them without telling Alva.
I was going to tell her
and now everything's gone to shit.
-Fuck.
-Okay...
I still think you're strong
for keeping it inside.
-I couldn't have done it.
-'Cause you're not an idiot.
That's not what I meant.
Who's that Matteo then?
Yes, who the hell is he?
He's Ellen's new hunting mate.
That's what she says anyway.
They share everything.
They've got so much in common.
The thing is that
when I Iook at myself...
through Ellen's eyes,
I just see...
a fucking statue.
A mossy old man.
But that's the way I like it.
The way it's always been.
I don't like change.
Would you like some?
No...
What is it?
Sorry, nothing.
-No, what?
-No, nothing.
-I can tell something's up.
-No.
Did Ellen breastfeed you?
When she had mastitis?
Yes.
She did.
She needed me.
Back then.
She kept saying that she'd
never have managed without me.
But now we're...
I wanted us to be together forever.
I thought we would be.
But now I'm not sure anymore.
I've kept thinking that...
we'd always be together.
We're about the same size,
aren't we?
Well, thanks.
Let's see...
So... I can't help
being so fit and skinny.
Okay, try this one.
Great, thanks.
-Maybe you should...
-Oh, sorry.
-So...
-I just have to say...
You don't want to...
No. Please, don't be offended.
No, I don't want to.
-What a relief!
-What a relief!
Oh, would you mind
turning around again?
Okay. I'm sorry. That's great.
-Shall we grab a beer?
-Sure.
Can I have another one, please?
Hi there.
Alva. Alva!
-Hi.
-Amanda!
Shit, thanks for coming.
-What would you like to drink?
-The same as you.
Could we have
two more of the same, please?
-Alright!
-Wow, you look so nice.
God, what a dress.
How are you?
-Fine.
-And how's Nico?
Good question. Or what do you mean?
He came to the shop looking for you.
He was so worried.
Forget about Nico. Tonight you and I
are just going to have a great time.
Okay.
-Thanks. Cheers.
-Thanks.
Shit, you were brave today.
-Amanda!
-Hello!
-Hi there.
-Hello.
Hi, my name is Alva.
Great to meet you.
Good to meet you. I'm Alva.
-Camilla. Hi.
-I told you about my colleague.
Well, we're not colleagues anymore.
-She actually resigned in person.
-What?
She rocked up to Janne: "I refuse
to share the same air as you."
And she just quit there and then.
I would never have dared.
-Wow, who are you?
-Cheers!
-Hi there. Hi.
-Hello.
How are you?
-Fine.
-Yeah?
-How old are you?
-What?
-How old are you?
-I'm 18. And you?
-Have this.
-Thanks.
Could I book a cab, please?
Now, yeah.
Alva.
Thank you. Could you wait here,
please? Two minutes max.
Alva.
Where have you been?
I've called you a thousand times.
I spoke to Nico. What's happened?
-I want you to confess.
-What?
I want you to confess.
What do you want me to confess to?
That there is no God.
My dear child...
No, for real!
He doesn't exist.
Or they or whatever you call it.
Please, can't we just go inside
and talk like grown-ups.
Why did they even
let me get pregnant? Huh?
Alva, sometimes
terrible things happen.
And we don't know why.
That's just the way it is.
-And we just have to accept that?
-No, you don't need to accept it.
You can just fuck around
with people you care about
without any responsibility.
-No.
-How can you be good and all-knowing
and not take responsibility
for those you love?
Please, Alva. Please.
Alva! Don't do anything stupid.
Alva!
Alva, won't you come in
and talk to me?
Alva, please.
Alva, we all love you.
Are you throwing that today?
-Prepare to cry yourself to sleep.
-Go!
I'm gonna nail this one.
-I can't believe it!
-You'd better.
-I just keep losing.
-Apparently.
-What the hell?
-Loving it.
Okay, one more round.
We're closing in 30 minutes.
-One more round?
-Shit, we're getting up at seven.
Let's have another couple of beers.
Right, here we go.
What the...
-What is it?
-Shit.
-I've got to go.
-Can I help you?
No, no. See you.
Okay.
What the hell?
-The battle of Hastings.
-What?
1066.
Hello.
Hi.