The Restaurant (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - Nedräkningen - full transcript

I've assumed all your debts to Lasse.

I'm in a terrible bind, Gustaf,
to tell the truth.

RADIOLOGY

The doctors have diagnosed me
with leukaemia.

I would like to be cared for at home.

-I'm Gustaf.
-Yusuf.

-A Child Is Born
-How sweet of you!

Special delivery

-What do you want from me?
-We want to know what happened.

Who did what.

Listen up!



This might even affect
the upcoming elections.

The police commissioner
is calling for a public apology.

Commissioner Levin's bigoted attitude to
homosexuality is the real scandal here.

Christina?

Mummy, look!

I don't want to see you again.

The World Bank's meeting in Stockholm
at the Civic Centre.

We'll cancel the meeting
by burning the building to the ground.

-Where's Moa-Li?
-Christina!

It's better if Moa-Li is raised
by other comrades.

Could you find out where Moa-Li is?
You're my only friend here, Gunilla.

He's forged my signature
and emptied our entire account.

Cash, please.

I've talked to the police.
You can expect prison.



-Was Vinge blackmailing him?
-Or Vinge sold his debts to someone...

...who'd collect more easily.
Mirko Kostelic, for example.

If you're interested in selling,

I'm prepared to make
a very generous offer for Nina's.

Surely we can discuss this situation,

even if we're not yet in possession
of all the facts, considering the death.

Mr Roos had been on your staff
for many years.

Yes.

Trusted as the person
in charge of finances.

I just need a little forbearance,
so I can review the whole situation.

Here you are...

A review of the total debts accrued.

THE RESTAURANT

EPISODE 27
COUNTDOWN

-Name?
-Bengt-Allan Roos.

-Not what I heard...
-Jumped in front of a train.

I heard he's not dead, and that he's taken
millions with him to Switzerland.

-Never!
-So what's the lack of deliveries due to?

-The restaurant's gone bust.
-How do you know?

For goodness' sake!
Have you nothing better to do

than gossip about things
you've not got a clue about?

Show some respect for others,
and for the workplace.

-It was Carmen that started...
-Now then!

Carry on with your work.

How are you?

I'm fine.

-How did it go at the bank?
-Not very well.

I told our bank manager
to go to hell.

The debt is more than I can cope with.
I'll have to sell.

-Or close.
-Not necessarily.

Mirko Kostelic has made me
a very good offer.

I should accept it.

I've talked to all our suppliers.

More than half of them have extended
our credit another month.

How did you manage that?

Contacts. Returned favours.
Irresistible charm.

We can trim our menu.

What do we tell the staff?

-They'll realise something's not right.
-Let me deal with the staff.

One day at a time, right?

Aren't you having anything?

No...

Come with me.

-How long will you keep this up, John?
-As long as it takes.

-I've got to see Moa-Li!
-There's nothing you've "got to do"!

It's lovely!

But I don't have much appetite.

There, there...

Just let it out.

-Löwander speaking.
-This is Skogs Crematorium...

...concerning Bengt-Allan Roos.

Hello?

Roos, yes. My apologies.
How can I help you?

Politicians ignore reality.

Children at kindergartens learn
nothing about norms or values.

Margareta Nilsson, you were
on the Pre-Schools Committee...

What exactly is the reality
Mrs Danasten is referring to?

Research shows...

-...these children become rootless and...
-What research?

-Research!
-Specify!

Allow me to put a question:
Whose responsibility are children?

Are they society's, or their parents'?

I am myself a mother.
And I consider it my right

to bring up and care for my children
in the most suitable environment -

within the home
and within the marriage.

I'm a mother, too.

I was admittedly unmarried
and on my own when my son was born.

And I earnestly wish we'd had a right
to pre-school when my son was small

as he'd have benefited a lot by it.

And I would have as well,
working full-time.

I'm tired of grassroots-level politics.
I want to bring about change from within.

-In party politics?
-No. Or rather... Well, perhaps.

-I've been giving it some thought.
-Really?

It's several years since I was active.
I think it would be hard.

Call Britt.

-Britt?
-She's the Minister of Social Affairs.

She could lend a hand.

-I can't go asking Britt for favours.
-Why not?

Come off it! That was years ago.

-How long am I to be locked up?
-Stop moaning! For as long as needed.

Needed for what?

Needed for what!

How long is she to be locked in?

There are more important things
to worry about.

And here's a carpet...

-Should we take this up?
-Yeah, okay.

That'll be fine.

-...so they don't spill.
-Right.

Hell! Stop where you are!

She's escaping!
Move it now!

Stop!

-Christina!
-Stop!

Wait!

-Can you help me?
-Jump in!

-Get a damn move on!
-The wood's all wet!

-Would she go to the police?
-Where else would she go?

-Thanks for the lift.
-You're okay now?

-Yes.
-You're sure?

Uno speaking.

Get some petrol
so we can get this bloody fire going.

Where the hell are you lot off to?

Bloody cowards!

Move it!

-I'll fetch the last things.
-Help out here! Get a move on!

Hell!

-Where's John?
-You little traitor shit!

-Where is John?
-I don't know. Do you know?

Check upstairs.

Hey! Excessive force.
I'll report you for police brutality!

What do you think you've got on us?
Absolutely bloody nothing!

Calm it down now!
Just keep walking.

Into the van! Get in!

-Here. It's the Civic Centre.
-The barn's full of Molotov cocktails.

-Nice work.
-I'll secure the scene.

Here! There's someone else here.

Hey, everything's okay.
You're at home. I'm here.

-Is it every night now?
-Pretty much.

But it will go away.

And if it doesn't?

So that's...

He had entered me
as next of kin.

-Can you take it, Peter?
-No, I can't be taking it.

Please. I can't go home to Astrid
with his.

His name was Bengt-Allan.
Did you know that?

-No.
-Bengt-Allan Roos.

Why did he never tell us that?

He must have preferred "Bellan".

-You think you know a person.
-There was a lot Bellan never told us.

-Like his being a gambler and a shit...
-I know.

-He was my friend and I let him down.
-If anyone's guilty it's Mirko...

...who was blackmailing him.
Utterly devoid of scruples, as always.

And now he wants to buy Nina's.

What?

Didn't you know?
He's made an offer.

-What was her response?
-I don't know. Actually I don't care...

No? But some of us do care!

-Are you selling to Mirko?
-It's hardly any your business.

Just tell me you're not selling him
our family restaurant.

-"Our"? It's Gustaf's and mine...
-Answer my question!

Yes, Mirko's made me an offer

and I might have to accept,
after what Bellan did.

And what did you do? Eh?

How could you not even notice
what Bellan was up to?

An employee,
emptying the bank accounts!

It's our joint family inheritance
that you're letting vanish.

How does that feel, having tricked
Mother into bequeathing it to you.

Don't speak to me of trickery!

Remember this: If Kostelic takes over
what was in our family for generations,

it was you that let him in...

...no one else.

I wonder what Mother
would have thought.

Christina?

What's happened?

We've detained everyone
that was at the farm.

And Moa-Li...?

We don't know, yet.

Where's John?

He wasn't there.

What if he's fetched her?
He knows where she is.

There's an exit there, up those stairs...

The stairs there, then...

Christina!

Christina! Get a grip!

Where's Moa-Li?
What have you done with her?

Easy now, easy!

Take it easy.

Go home and get some sleep.

Okay?

Have you spoken to Nina?

Hello...

Hello.

Darling!

USA out of Vietnam!
USA out of Vietnam...!

USA out of Vietnam...!

-Viet Cong victorious
-Support Viet Cong!

Go back to China...!

-Margareta Nilsson?
-Yes.

-For the Minister of Public Works?
-Yes.

She's a little behind schedule.
Could you wait a little longer, please?

-Certainly.
-Thank you.

We'll be serving fewer dishes
during summer.

-No tournedos, no veal liver?
-No.

We're decided on lighter dishes,
like soups and salads.

Why is that?

And some traditional dishes, as you can
see - fried herring, cured herring...

-Just tell us the truth!
-What do you mean?

-If the place has gone bust, say so!
-If that were true, I would say.

We've merely chosen to go for slightly
simpler menus. That's all. Back to work!

What can I do,
with hardly any meat left?

Maybe you'll get the sack,
with any luck.

-Can't you keep your mouth shut!
-I'm just saying...

If things are rough here,
they'll probably sack people.

Let's hope they sack you then.

You were right about him.

Try not to think about him now.
Concentrate on Moa-Li's coming home.

-It's been hours. Why don't they phone?
-I realise it's unbearable.

But it will all be fine.

You must have had a hard time, too.

When I was a child and lived with Dad.

You do know I love you, Mum.

And I love you.

As I said, I know nothing
about any attack.

-They would never divulge plans to me.
-Who wouldn't?

John and Torsten and Kicki.
I was never in on any of those meetings.

What could I have contributed?

-You don't believe me?
-We need information about the attack.

I know nothing about the attack,
nor about Moa-Li, I swear!

But you were agreed
she should be removed from the farm.

And that children should be brought up
with good role models, right?

It's not such a bad idea.
On the contrary.

Parents transfer their outdated,
bourgeois values - consciously or not.

-They might harm the child.
-Yes.

-Right.
-So Moa-Li is fine, where she is now?

I didn't say anything about Moa-Li.

No. We're not concerned with your mad
methods for bringing up children, see?

You are an accessory to child abduction,
Gunilla. And you know where she is.

-No...
-Give the address!

That'll be hard, seeing as I don't know.

Margareta?
The minister will see you now.

Really? Thank you.

-Hello...!
-Hello.

-It's been a while.
-It has.

-Well, it's nice of you to take the time.
-Mm.

Well...?
What can I do for you, Margareta?

I was wondering
if there might be an opening -

any work going,
any assignment for the party.

-I say!
-I think...

I feel I've missed it all
much more than I perhaps realised.

-So you turn to me.
-Yes, I...

I thought maybe you knew of something,
or if there's anything tucked away...

As I remember, you were
against social corruption within politics.

It's not as though I were
without merit, I hope.

Yes. You do have merits.

And I'm good at what I do,
I also hope.

You are. I know very well.

And I really wish I could help you.

But Palme is reshuffling the cabinet.

-Everything's a muddle here at present.
-I see.

Mm... Maybe when it's done.

-Though I cannot promise anything.
-No, don't.

No.

-Thank you for taking the time.
-Don't mention it.

-And look after yourself!
-My regards to Svante.

Palme?

Coming!

-Let me talk to her.
-No, that's not possible.

-A little more time...
-Maybe we don't have any more time.

Gunilla knows where she is. Let me try.

This way...

They won't exactly thank you, right?

Do you think Kicki or Torsten
care about you?

They'd betray you in a flash.
You know that.

Gunilla...?

The struggle has to come first.

Moa-Li is a child.
She did not choose any of this.

-Hi there!
-Hiya!

-Everything okay?
-Yup.

-You've got to leave now!
-Not until you tell me where...

-The struggle first!
-She needs her mother.

Can't you see that? I need her!

Christina, you've really got to go now.

Christina?

Söder Mälarstrand.

A houseboat - the Pelikan.

Moa-Li!

She's not here.

Come on! Hurry it up!

Moa-Li!

My sweetheart!

That looks lovely!
So we can drink a toast.

-Here...
-Thank you.

You're both welcome.

And you and I get one of these.

-Like to do some drawing with Granny?
-Mm.

Good! Let's sit ourselves down here.

Cheers...

-Cheers!
-We can draw a twin, a pink one...

-What's that?
-A leg.

-Can't she have a tummy?
-Yes. And legs.

-There you are.
-Thank you.

It's stuffy in here.

-That's better.
-Thanks. Nice.

Have a bite.

Astrid, eat a little so you can cope
with the treatment tomorrow.

I wanted to talk to you about that -
the treatment.

I'll drive you, as usual.
You know that.

I don't want to go on with it.

I can't cope with any more
treatment sessions.

-You've got to battle on, Astrid.
-If I don't want to...?

You've got to anyway.

Because...it's necessary.

If there's the slightest of chances,
you take it.

Forgive me.

I know.

You're right.

You've got to go on, Astrid.

-I shouldn't have listened to you.
-I meant well.

Why did you think I should see Britt?
I knew she wouldn't want to help me.

-It was a try.
-Humiliating is what it was.

It felt so stupid - me with my ideas
and her not wanting to listen to them.

I'm so tired of no one's
ever listening properly...

-Nilsson speaking.
-Olof Palme here...

"Palme"! And I'm
the minister of finance. Cheerio-oh!

Bloody prank-callers!

For God's sake...!

-Nilsson speaking.
-Margareta Nilsson?

-Yes.
-This is the Cabinet Office.

-The PM wishes to speak to you.
-Beg your pardon.

May I put the PM through?

By all means.

It's Palme.
Never! Which Palme? Olof?

-Margareta?
-Yes. Speaking.

-I was wondering if you...
-I'm sorry about the muddle earlier.

-Have you got time to talk?
-Certainly.

No...!

Yeah!

-One-nil to Italy!
-Just you wait!

-How unfit...!
-Speak for yourself!

Hang on, I need some water.

-What a lovely oldie you are!
-Thanks for a great game!

-Are the rumours true about Nina's?
-Yes.

Well... Maybe it will sort itself out.

It's not the first time
the business has been in dire straits.

-It's a tough line of business.
-Which you've done well in.

Three restaurants of your own.
Marvellous!

-You, then?
-How do you mean?

You were to be head chef
at your own gourmet restaurant.

-Yes, that was the idea.
-So what happened?

I'm not sure. I shelved the plans.
And they're still on the shelf.

-What will you do, if Nina's goes bust?
-I've not given it much thought.

I intend to open a new restaurant.
Not a pizzeria.

A trattoria.
And I need a partner.

-Yes?
-The best one there is going.

And that's you.

-As head chef?
-And as joint-owner.

-Are you joking?
-Never in business. Or in soccer.

Think about it, oldie! I'm serious.

-Here you are.
-Thank you.

-Hello!
-Hi.

-What can I do for you?
-Could we talk?

I'm beginning to realise...

...how trying it's been,
all my worrying about Christina.

But things will be easier now.

I'm aware, too, that we have
several problems with the restaurant.

But I'm seeing to them.
And everything will be okay.

Good...

As we're going to deal with it together.

You and me.

Because I can't manage without you.

Trout, please!

-Here it comes.
-And a carbonara.

One trout, one carbonara!

-Has a fuse gone? I can't see a thing!
-Fetch a torch.

Get one yourself! I haven't a clue where
to find one, Nisse! For Christ's sake!

-Mind that plate...!
-Calm it down! It'll soon get dealt with.

-Where is Calle, where's Chef...?
-I'm here!

Shine it here...

-There's no point.
-I think it's this fuse.

-I think we've been cut off the mains.
-You really believe that?

I haven't paid the bill yet.

I had to make priorities. I didn't think
they'd cut the power so soon.

Right. So what do we do?

No need for alarm.
I just want to talk to you.

Can I come in?

-If Ester's sent you, flagging for peace.
-It's a business matter. Nothing else.

You all know I'm interested
in buying Nina's.

I had heard.

-I promise to do all I can to stop you.
-Why not buy it together?

-You and me?
-That's right.

You get your restaurant back
as the owner. And I build up a reputation.

We'd both be winners.

What do you say?

We know you did nothing wrong.

But you want me to identify
the guys who did.

If would mean a lot if you could
testify before the military court.

You can manage as a single parent
as well, can't you?

-Why do you ask?
-I don't know...

We'll just have to see.

They had sent you a reminder.
Seriously!

Well, perhaps they had.
We needn't talk about it now.

What about special soirées? Weekly.
Candles and a self-service buffet.

-Thanks for a lovely evening.
-Thank you too.

-See you.
-Mm.

-Look after yourself.
-And you.