Did you manage?
Yes.
Here.
- I can't believe you got it.
The whole Divide album is here, except for "Supermarket Flowers."
And that's a song, right?
Hm.
-The staff deleted certain parts. -Because they're about death?
-Should I appeal the decision? -No, forget it. It sucks anyway.
Ah-ha...
Thank you, by the way.
Sure, sure.
Have you talked anymore to the counselor, since you...
-After... -After I freaked?
What? No, that wasn't the word I was looking for.
You were looking for something more diplomatic.
So, have you?
Just because the hearings aren't daily doesn't mean the investigation is over.
Could you get my cell phone instead of this?
This doesn't even have a clock.
Today's Tuesday, right?
Yeah.
When does it start?
Three o'clock.
-What time is it now? -10:30 a.m.
Are you ready? Goodbye.
What are you dreaming about?
Um... The meaning of life. Have you found it?
What? Whatever.
Do you know how long I had to drive around to find a parking spot?
-It felt like kilometers. -You live 800 meters away.
Yes, I know. I could just as easily have walked.
This Nobel Prize winner. She's totally famous and it's way cool she's even here.
- Welcome. -Thanks.
But honestly, you have to be able to get to school...
If I didn't have the weekend to look forward to, I couldn't handle this.
Oh, it's going to be so crazy snuggly.
-Have you met Labbe's parents? -I think so.
-His dad always wears clogs, right? -Yes, exactly.
I mean, they really are the best. You're going to love Mags.
She called me the other day and asked me what I'm doing this summer.
They have this huge family reunion, and I absolutely must come.
I've already started looking for dresses. You have to help me choose.
-Hello? Are you listening? - So Claes is here, too?
Yeah, over there. Why?
I just didn't think he was that involved in Sebastian's schooling.
-Haven't you heard? He's paying for this. -What?
Like half a million crowns for an hour's lecture.
Shit!
Anyone in here who hates economics?
Who actually wants to pursue a career doing something important?
Smart decision. You can't trust economists.
Economists are dangerous for the simple reason that a global economy affects...
Many people are convinced that economics is a science that is guided by forces
that are like the law of gravity...
-Name a dangerous economist. - Karl Marx.
-Milton Friedman.
My point exactly.
We should not tax to destroy the wealth of the wealthy,
but to increase the wealth of the bottom and the middle class.
Thank you for your time.
We have a few minutes for questions.
I believe that Christer has a microphone. Where are you?
-I'm here. -Great.
-Thank you so much. -Who wants to go first?
Yes, you.
-Hi. -What's your name?
Um, Sebastian Fagerman.
What's your question?
Uh...
Um...
If we want the West to stay competitive,
is it possible for us to still have high taxes on corporations
when neighboring countries have lower taxes,
or will this lead to companies relocating?
Thank you for that question, Sebastian.
The short answer is yes.
If you want to see jobs move to other countries.
Okay, next question. Yes, you.
Hi. We were given prepared questions, but I'd like to ask something else.
Go ahead.
We're taught that all problems in Europe come from migration.
Wars and Islamic terrorists.
Things our politicians have no real control over.
But at the same time, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.
Shouldn't we talk about how the economy influences the democracy?
You're at the wrong lecture, son.
-I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name. -Samir. You tell me, Samir. Why is that a question for an economist?
Isn't everything about money in the end?
It means nothing to say that we should make infrastructure investments
if you can't say where the funds should come from.
Especially not when we're told we can't afford anything
because of immigration costs.
Public investments are great.
What no one dares to say is that the people who should pay for it
are all sitting in this beautiful auditorium.
Bullshit.
- Is it? -Of course it is.
Is it fair that a nurse pays more in taxes
than someone who inherited billions?
Well, who's gonna give people their jobs? Samir's dad?
Look, I actually believe in capitalism, but Samir makes an excellent point.
How unfair can a society become
before faith in democratic institutions breaks down?
Thank you for your time.
I've, like, never understood this before.
We're actually teeny-teeny-teeny tiny.
I mean, like in a good way. And...
Nature is actually so super, super huge...
Labbe says when I turn 18, I should get a hunting license.
-But you're a vegetarian. -I know. But that's not the same thing.
-Oh, I love this. Louder.
♪ Feed full of LA palms ♪
♪ Laptop drinks, hits in panic ♪
♪ I'll take one more year on the subway ♪
♪ Someone has to stop, I mean please ♪
-Hi. -Hey.
-Hey, baby. -Hi.
-Hey, brother. Everything good? -Yeah.
Just so you know, my dad wants to give you the tour.
- Cool. -No, it's not cool.
Don't ask any questions. If you do, he'll never stop.
And laugh a little if you think he's being "funny."
-Welcome! Hi! -Hello.
-Let's do a tour right away. -Can't they please unpack first?
Their bags aren't going anywhere, Labbe. Come on, follow me.
Oh... I didn't think Samir would be here.
It's fun, of course. The more the merrier.
-Leave your bags. I'll take care of them. -Thanks, Mags.
So, this is the oldest part, from the 1600s,
but it was renovated so it would look like it's from the 1500s.
As you can see on the wood paneling here on the wall.
Here we have a suit of armor.
A Japanese suit of armor from the late 1500s.
It belonged to a samurai.
It ended up here thanks to our explorer, Nordenskiöld,
who received it as a gift from the Japanese emperor.
If you take a close look, you can see
that the tuft on the helmet is made of real human hair.
-Oh, that's gross! -Yes.
He must have been scalped, poor fellow.
Wow...
The transformation from manor to castle happened in 1889,
when the owner had these four massive towers built around the house,
that you saw when you drove up. Why did he do that?
Well, 1500s-style castles were simply all the rage.
Now, follow me and we'll say hi to the whole gang.
Who do you think these two are?
Charles XIV and Hedwig Eleonora.
-Who was she married to? -Charles X.
Charles X, good. Good, Samir.
Last, we'll enter the very heart of the place, the library.
Now, this guy here is quite interesting, because no one knows who he is.
Presumably an English lord, painted sometimes around 1650.
But he's certainly no one famous, because no one has told his story for posterity.
But I do think it's a fine portrait.
Damn, is this a real Liège?
-What's that? -This percussion lock rifle.
You're asking me more than I know.
They were made for the Swedish Fleet in the 1600s.
Well Sebastian, that sort of thing never really interested me.
We have time for upstairs, too. Come on...
Ah, take a look at the ceiling.
These are original frescoes from the 1600s.
- Wow. -Yeah, they're really beautiful. - Amazing. - And well-preserved.
Let's go upstairs. There are only 25 rooms up here.
Okay...
-Shh. -Sebastian.
-Sebastian, they're right outside. -I want to have sex with you.
Ah, mind the steps. Look at these windows.
No, don't, I'm sure they're right outside.
Stop... Stop.
Sebastian.
I want to have sex with you.
No, no, no.
What were you really doing in that room?
-We had a quickie.
So we're going to graduate next semester.
What? Really? Why hasn't anyone told me?
But, Maja, I'm serious. I'm going to London, and you're going to the States.
-We won't see each other anymore. -But of course we will.
Yes, but...
What if I don't make it?
Don't make what?
I've heard from people that went to London say they had to work half the night.
Copying files, making coffee, and that kind of stuff.
But I can handle that. I can handle it.
Of course you can.
But what if I can't figure out what I want?
Besides peace on earth and food for every child. I know I want that.
I can't promise peace on earth, but there will soon be food for every child.
-Be so kind and tell the boys. -Yes of course, Mags!
She loves you.
-Maja, a little soup? -Yes, please!
-Sebastian, sparkling or still? -Wine, if you have some.
- We're having mineral water. -But I'm over 18, Mags.
So am I, but mineral water will still be just fine.
- So, there you go. -Thank you.
-Maja? -Sparkling, please.
There you go.
-Mags, you prefer sparkling. - I'd like sparkling.
Samir, I heard about your little scene in the auditorium.
So we've been nurturing a communist in our bosom!
-No, I was just asking a question. -Still.
That's good, Samir. We should question everything.
Yes, aside for what sort of drink we're served with dinner.
Is that enough or would you like more?
No, I'm fine. Thank you, Margareta.
- There you go. -Thank you.
-How are your parents, Samir? - They're fine.
What is your mom doing now?
-She works at Huddinge Hospital. -Ah.
Oh, so she must have solved the licensing issue.
That's so good to hear.
Please, send her our best regards.
She's working as an assistant nurse while she waits.
She's so happy in the hospital setting.
It's incomprehensible that we can't make better use of the resources we have.
Absolutely. Everyone should get to do what they want.
Don't worry, Samir. Things will work out for your mother.
That's so weird...
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I could swear you said your mother worked as a lawyer.
Labbe? When Samir came to our school,
didn't he tell everyone that his mom was a lawyer?
Maybe she has two degrees? That would be really outstanding.
-My father is a lawyer, not my mother. - Your father?
Hmm... So he doesn't drive a taxi?
Labbe. When we were at Stureplan a month ago,
didn't you say Samir's dad drove us home?
-Sebastian, stop. -Stop what?
It doesn't matter what Samir's parents do for a living.
But... Okay, help me understand.
How is it that every one of the subway conductors, or janitors, or-- sorry, Sammie-- every taxi driver, or assistant nurse...
That all of them are actually doctors and lawyers
and bloody, fucking nuclear physicists, huh?
Is there nobody in all of Syria or Iraq who just works at the grocery store?
- That's enough, Sebastian. -Aren't we supposed to question things?
That's enough.
Sebastian, listen very carefully to me.
The refugees who make it all the way to Sweden
are most often those who are financially stable and, yes, highly educated,
because such a journey requires money.
Not a lot of money in your world, but you could still be a little understanding.
Oh, sure, sure.
So, the people who build those tent cities in Humlegården Park,
really belong to the absolute elite.
I've known you your whole life. I refuse to believe you are this ignorant.
Ignorant? The only reason you invited Samir
is so that he can help Labbe get his grades up, right?
-What are they paying you, Sammie? - Sebastian and I will take a walk.
- You want me to leave? -Don't make this worse.
I have to go while this dick sits here and lies straight to our faces?
Let's go. Sebastian!
Fuck! This is a joke. Are you coming, Maja?
-Well, then stay here! - Okay.
-You fucking parasite! -That's enough!
-You filthy fucking ass-kisser! -Be quiet!
Yes, please.
I think I need to use the restroom.
Yes?
-What time is it? -Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?
Can't you just tell me the time?
We've been through this. You can't press the button whenever you feel like it.
Tell me what time it is.
12:15 p.m.
You're welcome.
That took a while.
Yes. Sebastian left.
He was in no state to be around other people anymore today.
-His father and I agreed on that. - So you got a hold of him?
- Yes. -And what did our dear Claes have to say?
- We'll talk about that later. -Excuse me, but I have to call Sebastian.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Hey. Sebastian, can you call me back as soon as you can? Please.
I don't need comforting.
It was the first day of school and I was really stressed out.
You guys weren't because you've all known each other for like 17 generations.
Fucking fifteen-year-olds who say, "Oh, what do your parents do?"
Come on, how sick is that?
-Fairly sick. -Hm, totally sick.
I take it your mom is neither a doctor nor a lawyer.
I never said she was a lawyer. Labbe got that wrong.
And a doctor?
She wanted to go to med school, but she never did. But she's happy as a nurse and there's nothing wrong with that.
No.
And your father?
Sebastian was right.
Margareta and Georg should have kicked me out. That's what you're thinking.
-Don't tell me what I'm thinking. -What are you thinking, then?
That it's sad that you think that you have to tell lies and pretend.
Don't you understand that people would like you even more if they knew the truth?
So, your mom is an assistant nurse and your father drives a taxi,
and you've come all this way by just fighting for it.
People love that. But they do.
Come on, Maja, you really just don't get it!
Just watch Idol, The X Factor or goddamn Master Baker or whatever it's called,
to understand that the background story is half the ticket.
Because if we just took better care of our immigrants,
and they became a bit more Swedish, made a bit more effort,
learned the language a bit faster,
then the American dream would finally be within reach for everyone.
You all love the American dream, and you love... Ibrahimović.
Damn, how you all love Zlatan, Maja.
And it gets even better when Zlatan says stuff like "I've never read a book,"
or, "Of course girls can't play soccer," because immigrants are just like that.
They're misogynistic and uneducated.
But you all like them because you're tolerant.
Who is "you all"?
You constantly say, "You all think this, you all think that." But who's "you all"?
You know I like you.
IF YOU FUCK HIM. USE PROTECTION.
Maja, you have to stop this.
I want to go to the gym.
It's occupied.
-I want to shower. -It's occupied, as well.
You didn't even check.
Maja, you're not the only customer here, okay?
I want to see the chaplain.
Hey, I want to see the chaplain. I'm entitled to that.
I'll see if he's got time.
Anything specific you want to discuss?
Nothing really.
DJURSHOLM IN TEARS
How are you feeling about everything?
I assume it's just a coincidence that you came to see me.
-How do you feel? -Just fine.
How does it feel not being able to go to the funeral?
They don't want me there anyway.
If you could block them out, would you want to go?
Mm.
But I'm stuck in here.
Have you talked to the staff about that? I think here are plenty of activities...
Okay, maybe you don't want to.
I'm not allowed to. No contact with the other inmates.
Right.
What about this? I'll talk with the staff,
and we'll try to find something that works with your restrictions.
How about that?
-Mm. -Great.
Have you ever held a funeral?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I have.
Is it difficult?
It can be.
It can also be wonderful.
We're humans, after all. We need to grieve.
There's something beautiful, even liberating, about it.
But you...
If there were a way for you to go to this funeral...
What do you think you will want to say there?
I don't know.
I think you probably do know, Maja.
I think you would ask for forgiveness.
I also think you believe you don't have the right to ask for forgiveness,
but you do.
Everyone does. Forgiveness is an act of mercy.
You don't ask for it when you're free of guilt. Quite the opposite.
It's when things are most difficult, that it really means something.
-I have a question. -Of course. Feel free.
What time is it?
You know that I would never sleep with Samir. I love you.
Say something.
What?
What do you want me to say?
That everything is cool between us.
What do you want me to do?
Come on, Maja. Do, do... Why do we always have to do things?
You're so fucking performance-minded. Just chill for once.
Knock it off.
Okay...
We're cool.
Do you want to do something?
Like what?
I don't know. You name it. Like go for a walk, go to the movies. Anything.
We could go out.
Let's go out. I'll call around, get the gang together.
That'll be good.
Ah!
Filip. We're over here.
I'll be back, I have to take care of something.
-Come on, it's fucking freezing. -Go in, then.
- Here! Here we are! - Veronica!
- What's up, bro? - Everything good?
- Gonna get lit tonight. - My man.
Did you take care of everything? Okay.
-Go for it. -Yeah.
Come on.
See you.
What was that with Dennis about?
You good? Hey.
- What's up? -The weather.
-Well, hey! Welcome. -Thanks a lot.
-Hi, Seb! -Thanks.
I'm just going to the toilet. Go to the VIP room. I'll be there.
Should we have some champagne?
-Hey, Amanda... -How's it going?
Have you seen Sebastian?
What a fucking party!
-How's it going? -How the fuck do you think it's going?
This fucking place! This fucking city! Fuck these fucking people! I mean, why the fuck are we here?
-What the fuck! -Should we go home?
-No. I want to go to Barcelona. -What?
I know a really lovely tapas place by a church. No, that's Palma!
No, let's go to New York, there's a... It's really cozy. Let's go to New York.
Don't touch me, for fuck's sake. Don't touch me, I said!
What the fuck are you doing?!
What the hell did you give him? What the hell did you give him?
I can't understand what he's saying! He's completely fucking wasted!
-I said, what did you give him?! -Calm down!
-Fuck off! Just tell me what you gave him! -Okay, okay, I'll stop.
Yeah, stop selling shit to Sebastian, you understand? Fucking asshole!
And we're spending a week in London, and...
Shit... What the fuck?!
-Oh, fuck... - Sebastian come here, stand up.
-Sebastian. -Let's go!
Come on. We're going home.
-Sebastian, a bouncer is coming. - Can I have our jackets?
- Yeah, but it's totally sick! -No!
Come on.
-Come here, Sebastian. Come on.
- No, it's fine... -Come on now, come. Taxi!
Shh.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Shh, shh, shh.
-Shh, shh, shh.
Oh my! What are you doing, sitting here in the dark?
I thought you were at Sebastian's.
Are you hungry?
Come on. I'll make a little breakfast.
Would you like to invite Sebastian here for dinner?
Not tonight, but on the weekend?
That would be so nice, and I think Lina would really enjoy it.
And we would behave, Dad and I. You don't need to worry. We won't embarrass you.
Why do you never ask anything important?
Forget it.
- What do you want? -I have to get out.
-Sorry, that's not possible. -Open up, for God's sake! I must get out!
Stop it.
- Where have you been? -I just started my shift.
And what time is it?
2:45 p.m.
Okay, thanks.
-Are you okay, Maja? -Hm?
- Do you need anything? -No.
I'm right out here if there's a problem, okay?
Hm.
Okay.
Fifteen minutes...
Nine hundred seconds...
One, two, three, four, five...
I don't know if I'm in love anymore.
Oh, sweetie...
You're not alone.
I don't know if I can handle it.
Sure you can.
You're not alone.
If you support Sibbe, then I'll support you. Okay?
You're really, really, really strong.
You're like my hero.
I mean, do you realize how many would just leave? But not you.
We'll figure this out.
894, 895, 896, 897,
898, 899, 900.
♪ Pink skies over penthouse millions ♪
♪ Pink skies again ♪
♪ Pink skies and the black SUVs ♪
♪ Have double-parked half the city ♪
♪ Feed full of LA palms ♪
♪ Laptops, drinks, hits in panic ♪
-Kalle, open up! - What?
Open up, I have to get out! I have to get out!
The yard is already occupied. You have to wait.
Open up, I have to get out. I have to get out! I have to get out!
I have to get out!
-Knock it off! Stop! -Open up, I have to...
But she could be so... totally superficial, like...
She would say like, "Oppression is terrible."
And, "Poverty is terrible."
And, "Racism is really, really, really terrible."
She always said stuff like that.
That everything is "really, really great" or like "super, super cozy."
Or like, "teeny-teeny tiny."
And then, if we like watched something, some YouTube clip
with like the world's fattest man who walks for the first time in 30 years,
she would go like, "Shh, I'm watching the news."
She felt so sorry for everyone.
But she felt... just as sorry for herself.
Because, like, there was no difference between someone who had cancer
or if she had, like, a pimple.
That's how self-absorbed she was.
Everyone was always supposed to wait on her all the time.
But she was...
She was Amanda anyway...
And we... We did everything together.
♪ No clouds, only hot air balloons ♪
♪ Seventeen of them, I swear ♪
-How are you doing, Maja? -Better.
That's good.
Yes.
I would like you to talk about when you shot Amanda. No, my client has already described the course of events several times.
I want to hear it again.
I tried to shoot Sebastian.
And the rifle went off by mistake.
The gun that you were holding?
-You have to answer louder. - Yes.
And... I didn't realize that.
I would never hurt Amanda. Never.
The witness from the classroom has been interviewed.
And that witness statement completely contradicts your story.
-But wait, what? -Wait a minute. I think we'll stop here.
-I'm going to need to talk with my client. -No, go ahead.
-Maja, I need to talk to you. -Go ahead!
That witness says you took direct aim at Amanda before you fired two shots.
What?
That you killed her intentionally.
So, if we try to go through this once more...
What actually happened in the classroom, when you shot Amanda?