What the hell are we going to do here?
-Say hello to a friend of mine. -Who?
A friend of mine...
Then we'll go to a restaurant. Have you ever eaten oysters?
Can't we just leave?
I owe him...
Please, please...
One hour with him and I'll be quits...
I went and checked myself.
Checked yourself?
What are you talking about?
I'm pregnant.
Shit, you're the best...
-What the hell are you laughing at? -What the hell are you talking about?
I'm pregnant.
You're not bullshiting me about this, right?
No bullshit, I can't stand that.
-Charge him double. -I don't want to!
You think I want this? Huh?
You think I want you to go in there?
I've got no money. Have you got money? We don't have any fucking money!
You see my head here? You see it?
Look at me, damnit! You see my head here, huh?
Now its sitting on my shoulders.
You want to see me like this or with my head in a fucking ditch?
What the hell do you want?
He's got a condom on. Just make it nice for him.
Think of our baby!
-Can't we just go? -What are you saying?
If you don't go in, the baby has no father!
What'll you tell him when he pops out?
I didn't feel like helping out -
- so your dad's fucking head is in a ditch? We can't have that...
It won't be easy to explain that. Will it?
Hey...
Go in now, for chrissakes.
Please... A civilised person lives there, just like you or me.
It's so easy...
-Like one minus one. What's that? -Zero...
MOUTH TO MOUTH
He's your dad, not mine. He's been raving all night.
-Who is it? -Me.
-What you doing here? -Coffee?
-A small cup. -I want a beer.
No beer for you. You can have some water.
A glass of water, huh? For a dying man...
-You're not going to die. -Really? What do you know about it?
It's only now I appreciate the quality of toilet paper.
Rectal cancer isn't exactly first prize.
You know cheap bog paper. It's full of chemicals and what not...
Wipe yourself with that half your life -
- no wonder all kinds of things grow out your arse.
Why do you never invite us home?
Are you ashamed of me?
-Why would I be? -How should I know...
I need to borrow some money.
50 000.
I'd give my right hand to avoid this bloody conversation.
But you're the only dad I have.
You know it's your bloody smoking that made me sick, right?
-You're nuts, you know that? -You know about it?
-That we're getting a divorce? -We're not married.
If I don't come home, then I've left.
That's it, thanks... Just what's to be expected of you, huh?
Abandon a dying man. You know what I pay for this pisshole?
-12 000 a month! -No one wants to know!
Her son owns the apartment.
-The greediest bloke on two legs! -What bullshit.
You should have made a bed for him in the gas oven.
Stop it, for Christ sake!
Can I borrow the money or not?
-What was it this time? -I have stopped.
Why do you smell of smoke?
You'll get it back as soon as I've...
-Why do you need the money? -The drains.
-What? -The pipe leading to the street.
-What about it? -It's broken.
Sell this house, I don't understand how you manage.
Buy an apartment instead. When my drains are blocked I call someone.
It's included in the rent.
Wasn't it the drain last time as well?
How are things with Mats? Does he even come home at all nowadays?
-Hello, Susanne. Do you want a bun? -Yes, please.
-Hello, Joel. You also want a bun? -No, I ate after school.
What have we done wrong?
Why does she do this to us?
I never understood her.
She's destroying herself.
I don't know what to do.
We must kill him.
You must kill him.
And then?
What do you mean?
She has to go into detox.
It costs 5 000 a day.
-I can't borrow more from mum. -I borrowed 50 000 from dad.
For a private clinic, but it's not enough.
What do you want? Should I solve everything?
-What do you mean by that? -I have enough with myself right now.
It was you that drank, you that shouted, you that hit her. Not me!
You just sat there in your bloody corner and did nothing!
Stop it, you bastard!
Don't say it was me, it wasn't my fault!
-It wasn't my fault! -Calm down...
We'll solve this.
-What's the time? -Just after twelve.
She turns eighteen today.
Long may she live Long may she live
-Long may she... Come on, Vera. -You're a big girl now.
-Eighteen! -Come on, Vera. Vote!
Concentrate, 'cause this fucking important. Concentrate.
-We go where you land. Come on. -Here.
USA. You want to go there?
You want to go to the States?
Maybe we should go to the States?
No... Again, let's go...
Stop!
What the hell's that? Hungary!
Hungary. We'll go to Hungary. Two weeks in Hungary.
You and me... And the universe.
When did you last speak to him?
The other day. I was with him at the new place.
Hello?
Let's go in.
Hello?
Hello!
Doesn't seem to be anyone here.
Maybe we should let them in.
Left.
-What do you think of her friend? -Right.
When my first wife drowned... the ambulance came far too late.
My wife had been dragged by strong currents away from the beach.
I gave the wrong directions for the last curve down to the beach. I said left...
...instead of right.
What's your name? Yes, you there. What's your name?
-Joel. -Come here, Joel.
Move aside here. Applaud Joel.
Get on the desk.
On your back. Come closer so you can see.
Come. Get behind me so you see this properly. You too.
Right...
Suddenly she coughs.
There's a possibility of breathing life into her.
You have to act fast. Very, very fast.
Look and learn. Hands...
Mouth. Fill your lungs...
Why do you all hate me?
I'm happy every day to get out of here alive.
It's you who's unfriendly with everyone. Only Veronica wants to work with you.
You can go now, Petra.
How are you, Eva?
Fine.
I heard your last case didn't go so well.
It was your responsibility to get him to his new home.
Let it go, it's not your fault.
It's really not your fault. It wasn't the first time he tried to kill himself.
But I handled it badly.
I wasn't there when the police came, I didn't help when he was moving.
You can't take responsibility for another person's life.
Isn't that how it is?
Can't you take responsibility for anyone other than yourself?
We had a snack after the pool.
Susanne ate two coconut buns and I had a vanilla roll.
-How are you? -I have a bit of a headache.
-You want a coffee? -No, thanks.
Isn't it Vera's birthday today?
Yes, I...
I don't want you to talk about that...
No, come on... My little sweetheart.
You and the children are welcome to move home to me if that feels better.
I could help you.
I'm so worried about you.
These past few years, you've become so...
You were a happy girl. Huh...
Let me look at you.
Eva, look at me.
I don't understand why you didn't get a divorce long ago.
-You hungry? -Yes, a bit.
-You want a cheese sandwich? -That'd be good.
-Hello. -Hello to you, too.
-We're making some sandwiches. -I can see that.
Get out two glasses.
-Are you in love with my daughter? -Joel's a friend, okay?
We're in the same class.
I'll just say this. Be careful with her. Really careful!
-Must you be here? -Where should I go?
-To your room! -And do what? I can't sleep anymore.
Then we'll go up to my room instead. Come.
Now it's just you and me.
-I'm going to move out. -Why?
I'm going to move to my sister's. She lives in Lund.
My sister also moved out. A year ago.
-Where does she live now? -I don't know.
-Why? -We don't see each other anymore.
Are you good at kissing?
I don't know. Are you?
I like you.
-What are you doing? -Nothing...
-Who are you? -Joel.
Oh, I see. You're Joel.
-We were... -We're going to grandmum's.
I was going to go home anyway.
-See you tomorrow. -Sure. Bye.
You stay there.
-Arrange the bed as well. -Yes, I was going to.
Those bastards think they own the city. I've been here since two o'clock.
Sweetheart...
Long may she live Long may she live
May she live out her hundredth year
Of course she will live Of course she will live
to see her hundredth year
Let's cheer for Vera on her eighteenth birthday.
Happy birthday!
-No, that one's for Vera! -Take this one.
Vera, I want to talk to you.
-Five minutes... -This is fucking unreal...
-Five minutes... -I want to talk to you.
You have to understand that we are celebrating a birthday here.
Eighteen years. It's a big day.
And you just come barging in here...
It's a big day and you just come barging in.
No fucking five minutes. Get in there.
You can have five minutes of my fucking attention.
I don't know what you're up to old man. Listen to me, you fucking wino cunt...
Here.
These as well.
-Don't want them. -Take them, you need them.
Don't want them, I said!
What if we sell the house and get out the money?
Stop!
Cut it out! Not now...
Let me go!
Let me go, let me go... Let me go.
Can't you let me go.
Let me go. Let me go...
Please... Please!
Please...
Mum, do you see me? Mum...
Here I am, here I am...
Do you see me, mum?
Don't tear up my magazines.
Don't tear them up.
Joel... Joel...
Here I am. Here I am...
Here I am. Do you see me? Do you see me...?
Dad...
Kiss... me...
I'm not pregnant.
-I'm not pregnant. -You are the tongue in my mouth.
I could kill for you...
I'm calling an estate agent today.
Where will we live?
-We'll get an apartment. -Where?
I don't know.
Could you handle me being with someone else?
-How do you mean? -If I slept with someone else.
Could you handle it?
Why do you ask?
I just wonder how you would react.
I don't know.
Could you sleep with someone else?
Could you?
Yes, I could.
And without me?
Yes...
What would I do?
I don't know.
Go and see a film, maybe.
Or we could do this...
I'm with someone else, and I come home...
And while we're having sex I tell you what it was like.
While we're having sex?
Yes...
-But we never have sex. -Must you complicate everything!
Is it so damn hard?
-In that we don't fuck anymore. -Yes, I get it...
At least we had sex when you drank.
-I want a cat. -A cat?
-What colour should it be? -Black and white.
-Hi. -Hi.
I'll just take a shower.
His name is Morgan Karlsson. He's 35.
The kind of guy who's been at it since he was 13.
He's been in prison for drugs, battery...
She doesn't want anything to do with us.
You must do something, you really must do something.
He'll damage her, otherwise.
You have to forcibly take her into custody.
-I don't have the energy. -But, Eva...
Eva, she is your daughter.
I'm going to launch an investigation as soon as possible, anyway.
We need soap as well. Can you fetch some, darling.
Three or four litres.
Liquid soap... Meet you at the crisps...
I'm going to meet a man.
Someone I met through the internet.
We've been e-mailing each other and now we're going to meet, today.
-When are you meeting him? -Now, at four o'clock.
-Where? -Here.
Here, at the hotel?
Room 714.
I don't even know what he looks like, or his name. Very strange...
And he doesn't know what you look like?
I like his e-mails.
-I'll see you tomorrow and fill you in. -Be careful.
I will be. You don't need to look so sad.
I feel really happy.
Shit, it's Stefan.
Yes, hello? Yes, I saw it was you.
What?
I see. Yes, where are you?
Okay. Yes, I'll be right over.
Bye...
Mum's had a stroke, I have to go to the hospital.
Morgan! Morgan!
Morgan! Morgan! Morgan!
Morgan! Let me go! Fucking let me go!
Let me go, I don't want to see you! Bastard!
Bloody bastard!
I don't want to go home!
Cunt!
Fucking bastard!
You old bastard!
Wino!
You fucking piece of shit!
I don't want to go home to you and Mum!
You're fucking crazy!
Hello?
-Sorry, I must be in the wrong room. -No, I don't think so.
-Excuse me. -You stay here.
-What's going on? -Sit down!
I want to see what you look like.
I thought you'd be much younger. But you and I must be the same age.
It's not like him.
You're not going anywhere!
-Let me go! -Shit!
Let me go!
You're not leaving until I know who you are.
-Are you home? -Yes.
-When's Eva coming home? -I don't know.
-You don't know anything. -Hi, how was school?
-Good. -You want a sandwich?
-I gave her a snack. -Good, so you're not hungry?
No, she took the biggest bun, so I'd be...
Open up!
Good, thanks for your help. You can leave. Bye.
What if I don't want to go? I can stay and prepare dinner.
It won't be necessary.
-Can you cook? -I think you should leave. Bye!
If you mess up my daughter's life again, you'll wish you were never born.
-What do you want to do? -Play.
Go up and play and I'll go down and work a bit.
Now you'll do what I tell you to do.
Do you hear?
How large is Brazil's population?
About 160 million.
And... the language?
Language... Hey... No, no...
-Stop, Joel, stop... -Give me the book!
Stop it!
-Give me the book. -Why are you two lying there?
-Are you home? -As you can see. What are you doing?
-Studying for a test. -And I should believe you?
-You don't have to believe me. -You lie all the time!
Don't you have a job to go to? It's tough to see you as soon as I'm home.
You know I'm ill! You know that very well.
-You just want to embarrass me. -Go, we want to study!
-I can't stand this anymore. -We'll go to Joel's.
Can't you help me vacuum?
It's filthy, there's dust everywhere!
-I can't stand it, I'm about to faint. -I can vacuum.
-Stop it, this is embarrassing. -Sure you can.
None of your boyfriends help, they just look at me and go to your room.
Follow me. Start here and then vacuum a bit under the bed.
I want you to move home again.
We can help you with school or...
...if you want a job or something.
I found a private clinic that...
Where you can...
You can get healthy.
Morgan's going to kill you.
You know that?
When he gets hold of you, he's going to kill you.
Just like he's doing you in?
-Does this excite you? -What?
Making me scared?
Christ, I have been so scared of you.
I've never been as scared of anyone as of you.
Hello.
-What are you doing? -Cleaning my house.
-Who's this? -Mummy Lollo.
-Mummy Lollo? -Yes, she's scared of this doll.
-Who's that, then? -Daddy Matte.
Daddy Matte.
-Is this Vera? -Who are you?
-A friend. -A friend?
Of your dad's.
-He's working in the basement. -Yes, he's working in the basement.
-How old are you? -Nine.
Nine...
Shall we play a different game, you and me?
Lie down on your back. On your back, I said.
My dad always played this game with me when I was a child.
My dad played this with me.
Vera?
Don't you see that we...
That mum and I...
That we love you...
-You don't do this to me... -How'd you get in?
Sit down, you fucking scum!
You know how I found out about you?
When he'd packed his suitcase I went through it.
At the bottom were 27 printed e-mails that you had written.
Disgusting...
You know what you are to me?
Nothing...
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
We are happy, my husband and I.
We've been married for nineteen years.
We have three children.
We like travelling. Preferably to cities.
We play golf, we have a good love life.
No...
Not that last thing...
We don't have a love life at all, really.
Mum!
Help me. Help to free me.
Dad...
What do you know about me?
What do you actually know about me?
Nothing.
I don't exist anymore.
I don't exist for anyone.
No one knows I exist.
I have failed.
I failed them when they needed me.
Vera?
Vera...
Morgan...
What? Two of them?
Are you good at chess?
Fairly...
Have I been a bad father?
I don't know.
What is a good father like?
A father that is with his children.
Have you been scared of me?
Yes...
Are you scared of me now?
Listen...
I have to do something.
Whatever happens...
I just want you to know...
-Hello. -It's me.
-Hi. -Come quickly. Let me go! Stop!
Don't open it.
-Who wrote that? -Dad.
-Where's your dad now? -He left.
Where's your mum?
You can't leave, okay? You can't...
I'm not going to leave.
-Do you think I'm repulsive? -No.
Why would I?
Come.
-When I grow up I'll never hurt anyone. -Me neither.
Never lie...
Do you like me?
Yes.
Promise me you won't leave.
Is that how you want it...?
-Come on! -Let me go!
Let me go, for fuck's sake!
Let me go!
-Morgan! -You're getting two cocks at once!
Let me go, fucking arsehole!
Morgan!
Two hard cocks! Come on!
I'll cut you!
I'll kill myself! Fuck off!
I'll kill myself.
Tell them to go! Tell them to go!
Fuck off!
Helen?
Are you awake?
-You look tired. -No, no, please go...
-No... -Just a taste.
No, I don't want to. I don't want to!
-Get away! Get away! -Just have a little taste of it.
-Go! Go! -Just a bit...
No... Calm down now, Helen. Calm down...
There you go...
-I don't want to! I don't want to! -Just a bit with your tongue...
-Just have a little taste! -No! Mum!
-Mum! -Don't be difficult. Calm down!
-No! No! -Let her go, you fucking prick!
Helen! Get up!
What are you playing at?
You have never loved me.
Could you tell me...
...what love is?
You don't even know who I am.
You think I give a shit about your miserable life?
There are thousands like you...
Millions of little fucking cunts.
Take that crap away...
I'll do it. I'll do it...
You'll do it?
We'll take a shower... afterwards...
A nice, warm shower. I'll smear you with soap.
Shampoo your hair and dry you...
Put you in bed and then I'll hold you...
-What's the opposite of love? -Nothingness.
You think so?
Nothingness?
I don't want to live anymore.
Imagine just falling asleep.
And never waking up again.
At the same time... I love my children.
-Joel and Susanne. -And Vera...
And Vera...
Little Vera...
Mats will never manage if I die.
-He'd just start drinking again. -He'd just start drinking again.
-Joel would move out. -Joel would move out.
-And Susanne... -Susanne would take care of Mats.
That's why I can't die.
Because my death is nothing against their lives.
Susanne, Joel...
-Vera... I love you all. -Vera... I love you all.
Mats...
-I think of you all. -I think of you all.
-I pray for you all. -I pray for you all.
Hi...
My little Vera...
I'll never leave you again.
Mum...
Forgive me...
Forgive me, Vera.
Forgive me...