Every other week with kids full of beans
running, playing, laughing the joy of your dreams
Life has some meaning when your children's eyes gleam
Every other week it's parties with the guys
The high life's for living with all that money buys
like chicken on Friday - what did I say?
Can't we have Friday today?
The chicken song feels really pop-
but you get a bit bored with the lyrics.
The intro's cool - Every other week kids, every other week party.
I dunno...I'm not really with you.
Shall I run over it again?
I think I get it.
But...with full respect for your competence as a director...
...we want a happy chicken film. -I'm bad at explaining things...
...but this divorced dad, he is happy.
You can see that from the film... -That's cool.
Yet divorce is tragic. You can't avoid that, even if it's nicely shot.
I think divorced people will identify and feel "right..."
Those who don't identify will feel: "I want that, if I ever get divorced."
Do you want people to identify, or to feel:
"Strange...that's how I want things to be"?
Right. We'll show Pontus's idea to CrownFowl next week.
Do you think we should? -Yes...
May I say something? I'm divorced, I lead a great every-other-week life.
For me it's damn nice being divorced.
That's brilliant. -Glad to hear it.
Listen - Stefan's wife went off with another guy last week...
...so your timing wasn't too cool.
Oh, shit.
Look after yourself, sweetheart.
Sorry I'm late. -No problem. Want a coffee?
That would've been lovely, but I'm in a hurry.
Got all your stuff? -I'll drop it off. I'm working at home.
Bye, sweetie-pops.
Have a good time? -Yes.
Look. Isn't that your brother?
Yes. It is.
Hiya. How are you doing?
Can we go to your place?
Yes, sure. Of course.
Are you okay? -No. Tessan wants a divorce.
What? You're joking! -No.
Why? Is she seeing someone else?
No. She thinks I'm seeing someone. -Shit... What?
She thinks you're seeing someone? -Yes.
Why? -It's nuts. We're just friends.
You are seeing someone else... -We're just friends!
The aspirin's on the table. I'll just answer the phone.
Pontus here. -Is he there?
Hi, Tessan.
How are you? -Can I talk to him?
He's taking a leak. Shall I get him to call you?
How long have you known about Johanna?
Johanna? -Yes. Johanna.
About one minute.
Odd. It was you that introduced them, wasn't it.
Bye...
Who's this Johanna? Where do I come into all this?
Last summer, when you called. Don't you remember? You had a problem.
Hello? -Pontus here...
...I'm in a hell of a mess here.
I've double-booked - two women.
I'm in the middle of supper -Come on! She's smashing.
I refuse. -Please! Back me up now.
Can't you help me out?
Hi! - It's my brother.
Jens, this is Johanna. -Hello.
Why don't you sit down a minute?
How are things? -Okay.
Great!
Right then...
No! It's just not true!
What is it?
A guy from a London agency is here, waiting for me at Riche.
I'm really... I got the days wrong.
I've just realised it's Thursday I'm seeing him.
I've really mucked it up.
What should I do?
If you've really got to go, you'd better go then.
What a bore. Hell. I'm sorry.
Had supper? -Yes.
Have some more, it's really good.
My darling. See you in an hour.
So you and I are shagging the same girl.
She and I haven't done anything.
What have you been doing for a whole year then?
Nothing. -Nothing?
No...
Johanna is just a damn good friend.
But you haven't told Tessan? -I was going to tell Tessan...
...it was inevitable. Naturally.
But the right moment never turned up.
Pity. -Yes. Right.
Then...all hell broke out.
Who is "Johanna"?
But you delete your sent texts, don't you?
Delete the sent ones - what d'you mean?
On your mobile, do you delete your sent texts?
But they've been sent. So what?
Christ! Sara is 10. Even she knows you delete texts you've sent.
Or they get left in the mobile.
Automatically? -Yes.
Are you a technical idiot? The IQ12 is new-
no camera, no text or multimedia messaging, no WAP.
You can't even call on it, only answer on it.
Hello, sweetie. I've been in a meeting.
The IQ12, the mobile that save marriages.
It'll sort itself.
Think so? -Of course.
Tessan's no idiot, is she? Nothing went on.
Of course she'll forgive you.
It'll sort itself, see?
Want your breakfast? -We've had it.
I just don't see. I still can't understand...
I've told you a thousand times, we haven't even touched each other.
It's not about your sleeping together.
Isn't it? What is it about then? -All the things you've told her...
...about me, about us... and me and my sister.
Where are you going? Telling a complete stranger...
If you'd been drunk...
If you'd been drunk and slept with her, it would have mattered less...
Like hell it would!
No. That can happen without it meaning anything.
It can't. -Of course it can!
No it can't! -Oh yes it can!
What is it you're saying... Have you done something?
Only once.
Four years ago. It means nothing... -Who? Who was it?
His name was Håkan.
He was a stand-in at the gym. It was four years ago.
Oh, Tessan, you've been lying to my face.
Yes, I have.
Until now.
What would you like to drink?
Water, please. -And I'm driving.
Water, please.
What did you want to know? I'm not sensitive. Ask away!
I was wondering how you got pregnant.
Did you really do it, or...? -It's not only sensitive, it's private!
Quiet!
If you want to know, no, we... -Am I allowed to be in on deciding...
...whether we tell everyone? -Ola.
Hello! Glad you've come. -Thanks!
I've got stuff in the kitchen.
You biked? But I brought the car.
Can you manage? Great!
Brilliant.
Listen, Ola, I'm sorry I was so intruding. I'm just so interested.
That's okay. -It's so cool having children together.
There aren't many straight parents-
that are as cool with such a damn sweet baby as you are.
Have you started with every other week?
Not until he's 14 months. -He's with me the whole time.
We're at Ann-Mari's two days a week.
So... Are you and Ola sleeping at Ann-Mari's now?
Yes? -I see.
What's so odd about that? -It's not odd. I just wondered.
Yes, one wonders...
What a lot of questions.
Yes - as we thought we'd have another child, Maria and I.
Really?
Are you together again? -God no. We're still divorced...
...but we thought we'd have a brother or sister for Sara.
That's weird. -Yes.
That's...strange.
We're weirdoes, are we? -Pay no attention to them, Maria.
I almost regret having told them.
Just look at how damn bourgeois they've become-
calling themselves gay and all.
We've been talking about it for a whole year.
Let's do it.
It'll work out fine.
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Please... I'm really sorry...
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It was four years ago...
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Answer!
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Where's Jack's life ja...?
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I love y...
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Don't be so damn childish!
Hi. How are you? -Do you know where I was...
...four years ago while Tessan was screwing that Håkan? On my knees-
mending Jack's pram so we could all go for nice walks.
You mustn't keep thinking about that!
Can't we see each other? -No.
We need to talk, at least. -No.
You solve it then. -I've got no solution. Have you ?
Yes. I've got a number, to a marriage-counsellor.
That's my thinking too.
Good, because I've made an appointment - tomorrow at 1 p.m.
Good.
Where were we now? -As I said...
...I've tried so many methods.
I went to see a homeopath who said it could be a zinc deficiency...
How could she! It's bent! Three children, and married for 20 years.
That's when people do things like that.
Get a grip, stop thinking about that fucking Håkan git-
fucking lecher...
...Håkan, fucking hell. Håkan!
Got to stop thinking about him. Fucking hell.
Sorry?
I'm so pleased you've got time to listen and take this seriously.
Good.
Pathetic little houses...
Stupid little welfare state.
Lechers.
Hello. -I'm looking for Håkan.
Håkan!
Hi.
You're Håkan? -That's right.
Good.
Eh? I don't see what... -No. Right.
Now... Fuck!
Fuck!
Excuse me. What are you doing?
That bastard's fucked my wife!
Listen...
Wait! I just want to talk to you... Come back!
Great! You've ruined a marriage.
Ours or what? -You needn't ruin other people's.
I just did it once. It means nothing.
You're so damn immature!
What? Me immature? What about you!
Fucking lecherous yuppie!
Eh? Hell...
I'll be doing a commercial early in September-
and I was wondering if you could have Sara-
the week starting 5 September.
That won't be a problem. -Hi. Is Jens here?
No, he's at the chemist.
But...come in.
This is Johanna, Jens's friend.
Hiya. I'm Maria, Pontus's ex. Nice to meet you.
Like a sandwich? -No thanks.
Sure?
Pontus has told me what happened.
What a mess, eh? First you two were a couple last summer-
then you and Jens are friends until Tessan finds out and throws him out.
Then it transpires that she has been fooling around.
That's just typical Stockholm, don't you think?
Eh? It wouldn't surprise me-
if the guy Tessan fooled around with...Håkan, isn't it?...
...if he was one of my old shags. Or one of yours.
Maria...
Shall we... Can I ask you something, Johanna?
Yes? -Shall we just...go outside?
Lovely weather today. -Yes.
I thought...maybe I could stay out tonight-
if you and Jens want to be on your own here.
Why?
I was just thinking...you two...
We're just friends. -Friends. Right. I know that.
I was just hoping there might be more to it, sort of...
It would've been cool with me... -We'd have had your permission?
Yes. -How sweet.
I was thinking, for Jens's sake.
It might be easier for him to get over Tessan, if he met someone.
That was a generous thought. But I'm busy this evening.
Some guy is it? -I beg your pardon?
Just wondered.
A female friend.
I thought Jens... might like to tag along.
He needs to get out a bit. -Go out with him yourself.
You know so many ex-girlfriends to introduce him to.
I can't. I've got Sara this evening. -I can have Sara.
Go out, the four of you. I'll have Sara.
Maria... -For Jens's sake.
Let's do that. Okay?
Bye-ee.
It's a friend of Johanna's-
recently divorced, wants to go out for a bit of fun.
Okay.
Relax!
Hard. -So much to choose from.
What are you having?
What? -What are you lot having?
Not sure. A whisky or a GT... -To eat, I mean.
I wouldn't mind the risotto. -Nice. Where did you find that?
Tessan, my wife, does very good risottos.
Though that's about all she can do.
Duck...they do here. I love duck. Shall we order?
Sandra is very fond of sailing. -Is that true?
Yes. I've got a boat.
Great. I go sailing sometimes, but Tessan, my wife, gets seasick.
She's very sensitive... spewed like a pig in the cockpit.
Have you made your mind up?
Is it good? -Very good risotto, yes.
Johanna said you were a doctor. -Weird piece of meat.
Yes. At the South General.
Jens, get a grip. Jens!
What? -She said you're a doctor.
I'm a doctor. I work at the South General.
I'm a...
I'm a doctor.
I think we need more wine.
More wine? -Yes. More... Soon gone.
I don't think we need order a whole bottle.
I'm fine. -You're fine?
We need more wine...
We need more wine!
I'm fine, thanks.
Why did things collapse between you and...
What's your...your ex's name?
Why did it collapse?
He was an alcoholic.
Did he drink a lot?
Guess.
Hello. -Hi. Listen...
I'm ovulating now.
Oh! You mean at this very moment? -Yes. I've done one of those tests.
Get over here. Sara's at a friend's. -Okay. See you.
Shit, you people, I've got to split. -Why? Has something happened?
It's Maria. I've got to help her with Sara.
Shit. This was really nice.
Is that okay? Sure? Will you be okay?
Here's money for a cab and the meal.
Nice to meet you... -Sandra.
Bye.
Cheero, bro! Look after the girls now.
What d'you think, shall we do a club?
Cosy. -Yes, isn't it.
Shit, have we decided?
Yes. Haven't we? -Yes, we have.
You were very sure the other day. -I am sure.
Nice track. -Good album.
No, not like that. -No. Of course not.
It feels really strange. -I know. Heavens...
I've bought a syringe.
Yes, a syringe. Good. -You think so.
A syringe is...
I've checked which one's best-
and I bought the most expensive one as it's the best one.
Okay. How much was...? -Later. I've got the receipt.
The chemist's recommended this tube.
Take the syringe, to start with. I'll keep the tube.
You...haven't got any porn in the flat, have you?
Porn?
Certainly not! -No.
I was just joking. I don't like porn either.
How long are you to lie like that? -Half an hour, it said.
You can leave. It's cool.
Sure? -Yes.
Bye. -Bye-bye.
Bye, Robert! -Bye. Nice evening.
No, no, no. We're closed now. Everyone's going home.
You're too pissed. Try again tomorrow.
What's up? -You're...?
Pontus, his brother. Where is he?
Wait! -I want to know if he's alright.
I'm a doctor. It doesn't need stitching!
I should have called. I was busy though.
That's okay. The police called me when you didn't answer.
I mean last summer, when we met.
Really?
I should have called you, when you called me-
but I'm so shit-awful at that stuff. I'm...
At what? -At...what's it called...breaking up.
We weren't even a couple.
Yes, we were, didn't you feel?
You think so? We met a couple of times and had some sex.
But I wasn't expecting it to turn into anything. I'd just got divorced.
Right, right.
It's just...I should have called.
This may be the wrong moment to tell you this-
but the reason I called you was that I was pregnant.
Due to me? -Yes.
What... How... Where did you get it done?
Did it go okay? -I was several weeks gone...
...so I had to go to a private doctor who could remove it immediately.
How did...?
Me, I... -We hardly knew each other...
...so I wasn't about to keep it. But I felt you should know.
Why didn't you say? -Tell your answering machine, eh?
Or sent you a text? -No.
That's why I kept calling.
I'm really sorry. I had no idea.
What did it cost?
What? -I'd like at least to pay for it.
You think I'm telling you because I want money?!
No. But you said a private doctor. -You're mental!
Johanna! -Hi. How are you?
Hiya!
I've made a new appointment.
Can you make Thursday, 2 p.m.?
Can you?
We can discuss it later. -Bye, sweetie-pops.
It'll be okay...
Are you getting divorced? -No. No, we...
Listen. Let's do something.
What would you like to do?
Let's do something that Mum doesn't like doing. Right?
No! No!
What fun that was.
Excuse me. Sorry.
Hi there. -Hi. What would you like?
A caffelatte, please.
Oy, what are you up to?
Let go! -Stop that. Put that bun back.
Oskar, what are you doing? -The geezer nicked my bun.
He's not a geezer. It's Pontus that we met last summer.
Exactly. Hello there.
Hi.
I was meant to have him tomorrow-
but Rickard, Oskar's dad, got the days mixed.
A sweet boy.
I just felt I'd like to see you after what happened yesterday.
I was very tired. -Yes.
I wanted to tell you I'm thinking of going to a therapist.
And?
I feel there are things I need to come to grips with. Yes.
I'm not messing around with women, eating out etc. like before.
I spend time on work and with Sara, having fun with her-
so things feel really good.
But...
...why have therapy, if you feel so good?
It's always worth having therapy, isn't it?
Never been to a therapist before?
No.
Maria and I were going to have counselling.
We almost did. After the divorce we thought we'd do it.
But the divorce went so well. We're like old friends now.
Are you? -Sunday dinner together and stuff...
Really? -As a routine thing...
...picking up and dropping off Sara, we have dinner together-
for Sara's sake. It's great we can do that.
I don't agree at all. -On what exactly?
On everything you said. -Really?
Discussing the children is cool. But the overdone all-friendly stuff-
strikes me as being a bit weird.
Am I being too hard? -Oh no.
I feel we think the same way. -On what?
I mean, now I'm single etc.
But if I was to...
Oskar forgot a load of stuff in the car, clothes and things.
He can run and get them then. -Yes. Right.
Run across to Mia and get them. -Okay.
I had to drive back. We'd bought all this fuck-food.
"Fuck-food"? -Bits and pieces...
...that you eat when you're doing a lot of fucking.
Who are you? One of Johanna's shaggers?
No. Well, we... -You needn't answer.
It's none of his business. -Excuse me, but...
...you wonder who your son's mum's screwing.
Don't drag Oskar into our problems.
I don't give a fuck who you're shagging.
Good.
Listen...
Bye, Dad.
Bye...
Does the children's security come first for you and your ex?
Do you swap cars every other week for the children's sake?
Show your face, creep!
Car keys first, bitch. Then the kids. -No! Pelle first. Then the keys.
Run!
We know it can get complicated.
No damn girlie-throws now!
For Toyota Car-Pool members we can arrange efficient swaps...
...zero contact guaranteed. Welcome!
One! Two!
Three!
Can't we go away for a week, after your commercial in September?
We can check it out, see if we can sort it.
Look, they're offering the Canaries, autumn and winter.
What about Croatia?
Wouldn't that be exciting? -Yes.
Lots of people go there now. -Ah. Okay.
And it's really cheap too.
No! I'll have water. Until we know. -Of course.
Are we going to be here long?
We...thought a couple of days-
and then a bit of toing and froing.
Are we going to sleep here? -Yes!
Where? -This sofa is great.
It opens up into a...
No...
I want to go home to Mum.
But this'll be brilliant. We'll sort things out a bit.
Hello. -Hello.
Goodnight -Ow!
It'll be really cosy here.
If you wake up in the night, come across to me. Okay?
John, okay? -Goodnight.
Okay? -Brilliant.
I've got the guys.
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Has he met some friend or what? -Who?
Your dad. If he says he's met a friend, it means he's in love with her.
If he just says her name, he's not in love with her.
A good thing about divorced parents is you get two of everything-
TV games, Christmas presents... Get it?
But a bad thing is the rules are different at Mum's and at Dad's.
But then you can fool them. "Mum lets me stay up until 10." See?
If you have problems with your dad, don't tell your mum.
Or there'll be hell.
It can feel rough to start with, but it'll sort itself in the end. Get it?
Pontus here. -Pontus?
Yes. Pontus speaking. -Pelle here.
Oh! Hiya! -Listen...
...I'm in Cuba - Havana. -Jesus!
Shooting a brilliant commercial. -Nice.
Didn't you know some brilliant club here, some vintage '50s casino?
I've never been to Cuba. -Who the hell was it then?
I don't know. -Forget it then.
Wait, Pelle! How's the CrownFowl film doing?
It's no big deal for me to fix it, tidy it up a bit...
We've got a bit of time, haven't we?
Come again? -We've got a long way to go...
...before I feel it's ready. There are some iffy things in it.
I need to adjust it a bit. -Do it! I'm home next week. Bye!
See you next week! Great you called. Bye!
Belt up for fuck's sake!
Open wide. You're so good!
It's perfectly safe. That's the way...
Get a grip now.
Stop it!
I want to use the Net! Oy!
But... Calm down over there.
God almighty! - Jens!
I want to use the Net! -Could somebody answer that phone?
Can't you be a bit quieter! -Listen...
Jens, stop it! Go and sit down.
I'll put a film on. Leave all that. Sit over there. Jens!
I'm going to be late today. -Put Matrix on or something...
Your next marriage counselling is...? -Thursday, but I'll have to cancel.
Sit down! I'll fix this.
Why cancel? -I've got the children.
I can see to them. I can manage.
Don't worry. I'll just postpone it.
You don't need to. It's at what time?
Is it all in the right place?
While you're staying here, you're to listen to me a bit.
Listen... -Last time she just yelled.
Take up one concrete problem.
You have traits that make you hard to live with, haven't you?
I know I snore a lot. That's sure to irritate her.
But that can be dealt with - simple surgery.
Hi. I managed to get a sitter.
Okay. What is it?
You "can't talk". Why not?
You've had an operation?
All right. It's great that you don't snore any more-
but did you have to do it the day we've got counselling?
Are you brainless? Why come at all?
Eh? You can listen.
Boing, boing... You shouldn't be here, you change on Tuesdays.
You had both? -Yes...
Ah! Attractive, eh? -No! It's my job...
...I'm casting a film. -Oh yeah?
Yes, seriously. That's how I work.
Listen, couldn't you do a screen test?
You're trying to get out of it. -No! I'm serious.
You've got such a brilliant laugh.
And you're an actress. -I've stopped acting.
I'm studying now. -Why? You were damn good.
Are you sure? -I'm not interested.
Hi! -Hiya.
How did the counselling go?
Good.
Pontus called and suggested meeting.
Right. Seeing as Sara wanted to play with Oskar.
They must be getting hungry.
Kiddies! Let's be having you!
What is it? -Why are you chatting her up?
Can you talk now? -It hurts like hell.
Just leave her alone. She's my friend.
I know, I know! No problem! Rest your voice now.
Come on... Lunch. Meat? -Yes, please.
Then meat it is!
I've reworked it... gone over the basics a bit.
But it's the same basic idea as before, isn't it?
I don't feel it really is... -It's very similar.
Well...yes...scenes and stuff... I still feel it's new...
...a fairly new idea feeling, when it's a woman instead...
What kind of positive image is it of a divorced woman?
A happy nymphomaniac kind of thing?
I feel it's more positive with a divorced, independent woman...
...in this feminist wave. -Feminists...
...but all other women? They all eat chicken and like it.
Don't you think it feels better with a divorced woman rather than man?
When's the next meeting? I need to fix the presentation before that.
Could I say something, guys?
Have a look at a chick here, she's damn great.
Here's a damn nice chick. She can't do it. But her type, sort of thing.
I think she's a damn charismatic...
...chick. Really.
She looks lovely. -Right. Girl-next-door feeling.
She's different in a cool way.
She could really sell chicken. -Nice-looking.
She can't. Johanna has stopped acting.
She's not interested. -We know, Jens.
I just mean her type.
Glad you like her. And you? -Yes...she looks nice.
But...preferably married.
Bye!
What the hell was all that about? -What?
What d'you think?! What's up? -I've told you to lay off Johanna...
...but you call her for a coffee... -I'm not interested in her!
I know you see each other... -I'm not interested.
Show her some respect. -Respect? You screw up my meeting!
Shut your trap! This is my place!
I've not been at you about last summer, about how cut up she was.
It really hit Johanna... -I'm not into women at the moment.
Just leave! I'd be delighted. -Lay off Johanna.
Chat someone else up. -Maria and I are having a child!
A sibling for Sara.
You and Maria?
Dead right.
Great. So you're back together, you and Maria?
Christ no, not us. We'll go on living separated.
I see.
Sara must find it really exciting. -She knows nothing about it.
You're the only one who does. I'd rather we didn't discuss it.
Quite.
God, how sad. Look...
...the guy behind you. Eating all on his own with everyone staring.
You are staring.
I went out for a meal on my own once, and everybody stared.
I ate my order and was out in ten minutes.
I don't see why you think it's so rough. It's brilliant-
on your own, chilling out.
What are you staring at? -Give it a break!
Checking out the crumpet? -Lay off.
Yes you are! -No!
Stop staring at her!
She's giving you the once-over.
Maybe. -See?
I'm off. -Are we leaving?
No! Stay put. Good luck.
Guess what, Jens has picked up a girl.
Now? -Yes.
Brilliant! -Where are you then?
Hi... -Hi.
I'm out with my pals this evening for a little fun...
...so perhaps you'd be good enough to stop staring.
Definitely. -Good.
I think the south city Indians are much better than Rörstrand Street.
Yes. Though it is good. -Oh yes, really great.
Hi! -Hello there.
Come along, Siri.
That was Torsten, the neighbour we met in the entrance.
He helps me with this. He's really decent.
He put these shelves up, mended the cooker...
...did the wainscoting. He's so kind.
Can you open the wine? -Yup.
So... The best thing about him is you don't have to pay him. Right?
I am going to pay him!
Payment in what form? Have you discussed that?
He's not the type, is he. -Gay, right?
A bit fairy-ish with that dog. Waggled his arse, didn't he?
So he's just a sweet little man? -Who is?
Torsten.
He's fantastic. He's done the whole kitchen up.
It says more about you, your mentioning it the whole time.
I'm a guy. I know about his sort. Come off it.
You should be a bit careful. -Let him shag me then.
Congrats, Torsten. -Listen to this.
There was some vile dirty old man, calling me a year or two ago...
...desperate, really perverted. Listen!
Hi, Johanna. Pontus here. I was checking this casting catalogue out.
Lay off. What is it, Johanna?
You'll have saved my number - actors usually do.
It's my answering... -You can't be...
Listen, Johanna...
Everyone in my phonebook has heard this recording.
Jesus Christ! -Call someone and check then.
They've all heard it. -How shitty of you.
My girl friends listen to it when we meet up here.
I believe you. I won't call anyone.
I'm "Pig", right? -Yes...
I laugh with you. -You laugh like this: ha, ha, ha.
I hear Pontus's voice - let me sing!
Laughing with someone comes from the heart. But you went...
You're topping up with a different... Let me finish the old first.
Is that a new sort? -Oh, how wrong of me!
Someone at the door?
The doorbell. -Right.
It's late. -Going to answer it?
Well, here I am.
And here's the wine I said I'd bring.
I don't understand.
Or have I misunderstood...
"You're the sweetest guy in the world."
I'm sorry, Torsten. I'm sorry.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Christ!
Torsten's done a really slipshod job here, just yanking out this stuff.
Too sexed-up to see what he was doing. I've fixed it.
That pipe there... -This?
Yes. -Part of the cooker.
Watcher. -Hiya.
I hope you don't mind us winding up here.
Okay? -Of course.
It was...magical! -I know. I was there.
That woman at the restaurant turned me down, so I got a cab.
For hire?
I don't know why, but I started chatting to the driver-
about all that happened last summer with Tessan etc.
Very suspect, your enjoying time with that Johanna for a whole year...
...unless you had a problem at home. -You mean with my wife?
You can't be having much of a time.
It's just I feel she shoves all the responsibility onto my shoulders.
I'm to make the decisions. -About getting divorced as well?
We've just separated a while, moved apart temporarily.
No. You're just waiting for her to say she wants a divorce.
I felt...I could hardly breathe.
A hell of a migraine suddenly.
I still had pains in my chest and head an hour later. I went to a pharmacy.
Codeine, Zimovane...Stesolid, and Codydramol...a large packet, please.
That's all, thanks.
I'm standing there and...
...yup - there she was.
Well, you've had a lot happening.
Yes! No but you've got to have a look at her. She's here.
But...she'll still be here tomorrow. -Come on!
Attractive. -Dead right.
Thanks for everything. Without you I'd never have made it.
That's cool. -I'm so glad it's over.
Pelle here. -Hiya. It's Pontus.
Hi! Watcher!
Was that you just now? I didn't make it to the phone...
Not me. We're going to a party for some dead poet.
I was wondering whether you'd shown the new idea to CrownFowl.
Yes. Sorry, I should have called. They really dug it.
A very modern angle, they thought. So that's damned great.
Come to this party...
So you mean the commercial's on? -Yes. They approved.
Wow! Great! That's great!
So it's 100% okay? -I should've told you. Sorry.
They're all systems go. -That's wild!
Good. I'll call Peter and get it on track.
Can't you come to this party?
Hiya, Petra. -Pontus! How great.
How's things? -Fine.
Hiya, Stefan. -Hi.
This is my brother, and Anette who tagged along.
Fun. -Right.
We ought to go inside. There's a reading now.
And Bengt writes his most powerful novel for years-
which now unfortunately must be published posthumously.
I would like to observe a minute's silence for Bengt-
though I know he'd say: "None of that nonsense."
"Look ahead instead, for God's sake."
Well then - one minute's silence.
Jens!
What the fuck are you up to? -Eh?
Yup? -Johanna here.
Am I interrupting anything? -Not at all.
Where are you? -I'm at a publisher's party.
Is it okay? -Great. It's nice bit of a party.
Do you want to come over for a bit?
I'm pretty tired... -Come on! It's a really cool place.
Some other time. I'm about to go to bed.
What a crappy excuse - you can be here in five minutes. Come on!
Please...
Come here instead.
Okay.
In a hurry?
No...
Any regrets?
You?
I'm asking you.
Not me either.
Listen...
You know there's something I...
I need to tell you something a bit iffy.
Something I did that was a bit stupid.
What?
I showed your picture to the ad' agency I'm working for...
...that I'm doing that chicken film for.
Did you show them what you filmed here?
Yes. I did.
Butjust a tiny sequence, twenty seconds or so.
I had to. I was in it up to my nose.
Please, for my sake.
Okay...
Thank you.
Maria here. Call me when you hear this...
...as soon as you can. Cheero.
There, exactly. -Can you feel it?
Yes. White... -Right. No thinking...
White.
Hi! -Morning!
Oh, Did Maria get hold of you yesterday?
Shall I listen to this now? -No thinking...
Maria called all evening. You ought to call her.
Maria? -Yes. Your ex-wife.
I know who Maria is. -Chill it!
I don't think it's weird at all, your planning a brother or sister for Sara.
It's brilliant. I've never heard of anyone doing that before.
No...
You... Listen.
What a guy! He's brilliant...
You told her about Maria and me? -Of course!
I've been working all night. I'm shooting soon.
I've haven't had my period yet. I've bought a pregnancy test.
Okay. Have you tested yet? -No. I thought let's do it together.
Yes. -Don't you think it'll be exciting?
Yes. Very exciting.
See you. Bye.
It only takes one minute.
A cross appears on that?
If it's positive, yes.
Positive means you're pregnant, right?
Yes.
Not like an HIV test-
when it's positive if you're negative, as it were.
This is the other way round. -No. Yes.
I can't...stay put there.
Are you checking? -Yes.
I'm so silly.
I'm sorry. I was so sure. It felt I was pregnant.
It's nothing to mope about. We just try again.
Shouldn't we?
Dad?
Is Mum sad?
Yes, she is. But she'll be better tomorrow.
It gets better, you know.
Bedtime.
I'm really sorry. Things have piled up. We're in a crisis meeting.
It's the commercial.
No!
They do want you. There's a hitch with an extra.
Okay... Right. Bye.
Bye.
So I'm an extra now, am I? -Come off it.
I just feel sorry for her. That's exactly the way you treated me too.
It's not the same thing at all. -I'm not daft!
I know it's that Johanna you're seeing. Are you a couple?
What kind of a question is that ? -There's nothing odd about it!
If we're having a child together, then I want to know who you're seeing.
I... Yes, I like her.
But are you a couple?
No.
No. Okay.
Could I have a drop of milk, please?
I don't like it without. -I know.
Hi there. -Hiya.
You okay? -Great. How are you?
Great. -Are we late?
No. No problem.
Hello. -Hiya.
Have you had a look?
Is the kitchen lighting okay? -I like this.
Pontus! Over here! -Coming.
Clients on their way. -Brilliant.
Action!
Every other week with kids full of beans
Cut... Cut it!
Who switched the oven on?
Take five, everyone, to clear the air.
How does it feel? -Brilliant. She's wicked.
Right, right. -What about a take with everyone...
...a touch happier? What do you say? -Definitely.
Sounds good. I'll just get that.
Pontus here. -Hi.
Sorry I'm interrupting, but I met Ola. Ola and Ann-Mari and their baby.
They really shagged - a fairy with a dyke? What a sight!
Ola thought it vile, but there's more chance it'll work if you do it for real.
Maria, can't we talk "making babies" later. I'm busy.
Pontus... -Coming.
We're having lunch now. -But if we try again...
Yes, we'd better make love for real then.
What's up? -A quick word.
There's a mike there. -And?
They're all listening to you out there. Maybe that's cool.
Just so you know the mike's there.
Right, everyone. Close-up: Johanna smiling.
Action!
Cut!
Cut... Very good!
What was the idea with this shot?
I just want nice... short glimpses of her, sort of...
No real spontaneity. -The overall thing is a bit off.
But I feel it's in the can now. I'm...
But you do see what I mean? -Sure.
Okay, let's move on.
Johanna, please...
I think I understand how you feel...
...or what you believe. But it's not...not like that.
Hi.
Did you know they were having a child?
It's nuts, isn't it?
Why didn't you say? -Johanna...
...I didn't know anything like that was going on with you two.
You must have realised. You know us. You must have understood!
You told me. The same thing happened to me once.
Worse actually. The guy, who had another woman...
...he just laughed, as if it served me right.
Has he talked about it? -There's nothing to talk about.
Right! I haven't said a word to that bloke since.
Do you know what I had to do? -No.
Anette, please! -I had to change phone number.
What a drag! -Can I talk to Johanna alone? Okay?
Of course, naturally.
Sweetie, it'll all get sorted. -Right.
The world's full of other men.
Listen...
I realised something was going on with you two. I saw it in him...
Shit!
What is it? -Something in my eye.
Get out and give me a hand!
Hi. Have you spoken to Johanna?
Do you know where she is? I've tried to get in touch.
I've called and...
Just leave her in peace.
I want to talk to her. -She doesn't want to talk to you!
I want to explain...
D'you think your behaviour's decent? You dated her a year ago...
Listen, Jens!
Shut up! You dated her a year ago, and now...
Forget it, forget it!
Keep your nose out of it! Keep out!
It's between us two. -Three, you mean.
And how the hell are you involved in this, may I ask?
I'm thinking about Maria, even if you aren't.
Now you're happy, aren't you!
What a cool guy - he shags his patients.
Nice work. The shag-doctor will soon be seeing you...
...one at a time. - You'll soon get laid now.
Listen! Lay off now for Christ's sake!
I love Anette. Haven't you realised?
Great. And you've told Tessan?
I was going to tell her...
...at our next counselling session. -Good.
Well, Tessan, how are you feeling? -Terrible.
I don't want to leave Jens.
I love him and I need him.
I can't live without him.
Jens, what do you want?
The children are here. They can hear what we're saying.
So? That doesn't matter.
It's for you.
Jens speaking.
The cabbie will help you.
Choose the blue pill and you'll return to your marriage.
Choose the red pill and you'll go with me, down into the hole-
and find out the truth about your life.
Once you've swallowed it, there is no return.
Sorry...
I feel flowery.
A divorcee you're solo and lonely
Your body has shrivelled during the years with Tessan.
It needs rebuilding, muscle by muscle.
Tessan! -No! You're on your own now.
Divorcee you're solo and lonely
Jens!
How about a coffee break? -Now?
Coffee break. -Yes. Coming?
Yes.
Hi, Anette. Jens here, calling from work.
We've been discussing living together.
I feel we need to discuss it further a bit perhaps-
before...we do it. I don't know what your feelings are, but...
Well, I feel that it's...
...that things are moving pretty fast... down the track...and stuff.
Sorry.
With chicken on Friday you're happy - olé!
Chicken on Friday - what did I say?
Can't we have Friday today?
Brilliant!
I think people are really going to want a divorce when they see this.
So that's your life, man of luxury there!
Brilliant. I'd love to see you... -But seriously, great stuff, Pontus.
A round for our director.
Well done, Stefan too. -Yes. You were brilliant.
Thanks.
Hi. You've called Johanna and Oskar. Leave a message after the beep.
Hello. It's me again.
Listen...I need to talk to you.
You've got to let me explain.
We don't have to go far - just a spa weekend or something.
Pontus here. Hi. This is about something else:
There's a vacancy at Sara's kung fu.
Didn't you mention that Oskar might want to start there?
Right. And...I wondered if you'd got the letter yet-
if you'd read it, the one I wrote. And I...
But it was kung fu I called about. I don't want to hassle you-
but could you call back?
I don't know how long I can hang on to the opening. So call me, please...
...soon. Right. Sorry.
Beloved Michelle, forgive me for behaving badly...
...I promise never to do it again.
Does he never give up?
Are you fed up with your exes when they don't realise it's over?
We can change your address.
Change-of-Address, change of address for real.
You look different.
Thank you. So do you.
Really? -Yes. Calm.
It's not me. It's two valiums.
Listen... -Yes?
What happened between you and that bloke...
...I don't care about it any more. I've put it behind me.
Hell, we've got three children. We've been together for 20 years.
We should just get on with it. We can manage, can't we...
I'm not sure. But we haven't seen each other for a while.
What are you saying... what d'you mean?
Has something happened, or...
Have you met someone?
No!
Don't you want us to try again?
Can't we...try again?
No.
Hell, those tablets are no help.
Hello. Welcome in. -Thank you.
Do you want to talk...? -I need to go to the loo.
Pontus here.
Hiya.
I'm fine. And you?
Okay. Of course. I'll be there.
The next station is Slussen.
Hello! Maria?
I'm in here.
Maria... -Come on.
No. I'm sorry. This won't work.
Shall we darken the room down...?
No. I mean...
...I don't want to have a child with you.
I don't get it. Wait a sec. You...
No? But it was your idea from the start to give Sara a sibling, right?
Yes, it...
...it was. I know it was.
So you...don't want a child with me?
No.
I'm sorry.
Maria, you know I... Here.
What's this?
It's an application form for divorce.
What? We got divorced four years ago.
No. I forgot to do it before. We were not divorced, since I'd forgotten that.
What!
Very clumsy of me. I should have.
But I've printed out a new one, so now we've got a valid one...
You're mind's diseased! What are you up to?
I want a divorce. Fill in the back there.
Go now. -I'd like...
I want you to leave. D'you hear?
Yes, but... -No! Leave! Do you hear?
I want you to leave me alone now.
I'll put the form here, Maria.
Go to hell!
Supper's ready!
Right, Mum.
Guys, Granny's got the food ready. Time for supper.
Hi. -Hiya.
Okay? -Great.
Mum said you'd moved here. -Yes, we have. Temporarily.
You can move home to my place. Pack your things and come along.
But this works fine. The kids like it, and...
Jens, have you had a sandwich before supper?!
Brilliant...
Summer was brilliant at any rate.
It's been fucking ghastly.
I meant the weather.
Where are we going? -Il Tempo, I felt. Aren't you hungry?
Can't we go somewhere else? -Forget him!
I have! -Like hell you have.
Alright, I did fall in love with him again. Damn stupid.
It's over now. Definitely.
Just as well. He wasn't really in love with me.
He was - calling you the whole time, trying to get hold of you.
For a couple of weeks. But he hasn't tried for a month now.
If he'd gone on and on trying, would it have made a difference?
How old are you - fourteen?
It doesn't matter. It's too late now.
It's not too late!
Oh... Yes, it is too late. -What?
Nothing.
The rush hour. You wouldn't make it. There's no point.
What are you on about?
Pontus is off on a round-the-world trip. Away for a year.
No. -Yes.
Leaving today? -Take-off in 35 minutes.
You can't make it.
I can call him.
We need to talk.
I know. I just wanted to say...
I can't forget you.
Although you're an idiot. You mustn't leave-
because we're not through with each other. D'you hear?
I'm just buying some milk. So that's...okay.
Where are you?
Hi. -Hi...
She's in there.
Do you want to join us for a while?
No. Definitely not!
See you. -Right.
Hello. -Hi.
I was wondering if you had a table. -Certainly. For how many?
There's just me, on my own.
Here. Wherever you like.