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Time to wake up.

Oh, God.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Well, not really morning, but... It's 11:30.

What? 11:30? Oh, shit.

- Come. Come to bed. - No.

Petra's been trying to reach you. Apparently, she wants you to join her

for a wine lunch, something about LWE.

No, not today. I just want to be with you.

Come on, you've got time for lunch.

An LWE isn't just any lunch, you know.

What do you mean? It's lunch.

LWE. Lunch without end.

I know what an LWE is.

- You didn't know. - Yes, I did.

No, you had no idea.

Stop it. But you know what? Go on a 12-hour binge. Full throttle.

Do a bunch of stupid stuff, go off the rails.

Then, if you wanna have sex, you come home.

- Come. - No.

- We've got time for a quick one. - Honey...

You have to brush your teeth first.

No way, you don't need to kiss me. I just want your...

Okay, thanks. Bye.

Villa San Lucio, please.

Sorry, I don't understand.

- Hello? - Hey.

- Sorry, I didn't catch that. - Hello. Hi there.

How are you? How's everything going?

Yeah. Everything will work out. I'm taking care of everything.

Okay. So, how are you doing?

I'm telling you, I feel great. I already told you.

I can hear something's wrong.

Oh, come on. What, do you need it in writing?

- No. - A note from mom and dad?

What the hell? What's the matter with you? You're being so rude.

- Stop it. - Yeah, let's leave it at that. Bye.

- Villa San Lucio, please! - Where is it?

Valldemossa! It's in Valldemossa!

- Okay, okay. - Please!

- Okay, okay. - Jesus fucking Christ!

WHERE THE SUN ALWAYS SHINES

THE UNIVERSE IS INFINITE

Wow, you've gotten a lot done here.

You're not really supposed to renovate anything.

This is Franco's old country, after all.

People are pretty keen on reporting each other.

I mean, I'm not going to say anything. So, you don't need to worry about that.

Sorry, who... Who are you?

Sorry. Mick, the realtor.

I'm the one who sold the house to Tom. We met at his party.

Right. So... What do you want?

The kids of the seller... Rest in peace.

They really want that old Jesus statue back.

I think it might be in the basement.

Okay, I haven't been there much. So, I don't know.

Is it okay if I check?

- Sure. - Cool.

I barely know where the basement is.

But I do.

It still feels kinda gross to be in this room.

I'm the one who had to clean up after they took him away.

What was that?

The dead body that was there on Tom's birthday.

- Dead body? - Tom and Petra got it the worst.

It couldn't have been fun finding that body. So damn nasty.

What are you talking about? Did someone die here?

- Sorry, I thought you knew. - No.

There's Jesus.

What did he die from?

He was nailed to a cross, right?

- No, the owner, what did he die from? - No, I'm just messing with you.

It wasn't anything serious.

Well, a bit serious. He did die. But it wasn't a bloodbath.

He had a bit of blood in his mouth and like a nick here.

And Tom and Petra found him?

Yeah, and then they wanted to cancel the purchase.

And then he gave it to you.

- Can I take Jesus? - Yeah.

Great. They're gonna be so happy.

I was sitting like some Tinder-date at the bar just chugging booze.

Hi! I have a reservation for two. "Kraft."

Your table is over here. I just need to set the table...

Nice.

She was desperate and was making calls.

Oh, come on, he couldn't have gotten that far.

He was in a wheelchair on a mountain!

Tragic, isn't it? [laughs] It's just...

Um... Hi, Petra.

Yeah, but it's tragic. It really is. It's very tragic. It's crap, actually.

- Petra... - You want to know something even worse?

He's gone.

He left me and the kids and went back to Sweden.

Because the only thing that matters to him

is that damn ICA Maxi in Nyköping.

- That's just the way it is. - Let it go. Let's go sit down.

He doesn't give a damn about me. Just like you guys.

Like you have done from the very beginning.

And I don't get why. I really don't.

Everybody says that this is supposed to be some spiritual haven.

There's breathwork and there's yoga, it's all about self-improvement.

And everyone's included. But I'm left out.

And I don't get why I'm left out.

You look at me as if I was a serial killer or something.

- I don't get it. - No...

Petra...

Your table is ready. Please, come with me.

I don't get it.

Just forget about them. Let's look at the menu and order something nice.

I don't know, maybe I'll order some paella. It suits me.

A tired, crappy Spanish dish.

I don't even think they have it.

How about we just grab a drink for now? We can eat later.

All right.

Excuse me, hello? Could we get two spicy margaritas, please?

- Never mind them. - Fucking cunts.

- Hey. - Hi.

- How's it going? - All right.

- How about you? - I'm... So-so.

It was pretty tough this winter.

I had to make some decisions. That affect you too.

- But in a good way. - Okay.

I've been feeling like... crap

- in this make-believe world. - I know the feeling.

But it's been useful.

I've gained some perspective on things.

And I realized that I need to go back.

To Sweden, to what I know, what I love.

I was actually there just now.

- I met up with dad. - You did?

And... he didn't want to help me.

- Help you with what? - I have to buy back ICA.

- What? - He said no.

Gave me an earful. And that... It made me so damn sad.

But then I thought

that this could be the best thing that's ever happened.

It's our chance, Timmy.

I need more money to buy out the store.

And then it hit me, we sell this house,

and buy back the ICA together.

You get ten percent and we work together again.

You run the deli, I'll be the CEO. And it'll be like old times...

- Like the hot dog days, Timmy. - Tom, I...

I really don't feel like moving back to Sweden. We live here now.

But... it's not up to you.

I actually agree with you on one thing. And that's...

You're not well.

This is my house, remember?

You gave it to me.

But the papers aren't signed yet.

You know that. A deal isn't done until all the paperwork is signed.

Why are you lying?

I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime here.

- Okay, you get 20 percent. - No.

You get twenty percent. I'm being generous.

- You get a fifth of the store. - Man, you need to...

You need to take some damn empathy course or something, Tom.

So you can learn to understand how people live,

and how they want to live and how people around you feel.

You just go around lying.

Why didn't you tell me there was a dead body here

when you bought the house?

I even asked you if I could call the previous owner

if he wanted any furniture back.

You just lied straight to my face. I don't understand what...

Hey.

The food's ready if you maybe wanna try.

- Who the hell is that? - It's... It's Javier.

- Is that the squatter? - No, they live here in the stable.

- He needs to go. You, out. Now. - No. No, no...

This is my house!!

- No! - What the hell?!

You know what? From now on, we're occupying this house together, okay?

If you want to start a legal battle, it'll take three years.

Go ahead, good luck, try me!

Well, I'll be damned... All right.

Are you okay?

- Janne speaking. - Hi. It's Tom.

- Tom? Who? - Kraft. ICA Maxi.

- Hey, there. How's it going? - Hey, I'm in a real mess here.

I was wondering, you once mentioned something that was...

- Got squatters? - That's right.

- Yikes. - Could you fix that?

I know a couple of tough guys for hire who are pretty discreet.

Great.

Hello. Hi, Petra.

Listen, that came out really wrong.

- You think? - Yes. Really. Sorry.

Can't you come and sit over by us instead?

Actually, we're sitting pretty good here.

Okay.

No. No, no, no. I'm not hanging out with them. No way.

It wasn't even on my radar

to hang out with you the day before yesterday.

And yet, here we are.

Here we are, and it's actually pretty nice.

Sorry to bother,

but we could really use some help with something over there.

If that's okay?

- Absolutely. - Great.

- Uh... - Let's do this. Come.

- Hi! - Hi, Petra.

So here's the thing, we've been sitting here all evening

discussing which one of us is the worst.

And we're having a hard time deciding.

So, we have two fighting for the top spot. Go ahead.

I really can't stand my stepdaughter.

Apparently, she's a total charmer, everyone loves her

and thinks she's so cute,

but to me, she's a freaking nightmare. I mean, awful.

And I find myself fantasizing about grinding her up in a meat grinder.

- Quite often, actually. - Yeah, that's bad.

- That's seriously messed up. - Yeah, but wait.

We haven't heard from May either. You've got a thing too.

I have a hard time climaxing when I'm with my husband,

so I have to think about another guy.

Tell them who.

Well... my son's best friend.

- And how old is he? - He's like 20.

- He's just a child. - But he's amazing.

Hey! We'd like a tray of shots.

Tequila shots. Hot shots.

- Who's your son's friend? - My God...

Is it the tall, dark, handsome one? He's so sexy.

Can we have champagne? Yeah, bring the bottle! Woo-hoo!

What the fuck? It's him! It's him!

- Huh? - It's him, it's him!

- Who? - Him! You see? Tomas the German.

Are you crazy?

- Should I talk to him? - Yeah!

My name is Petra and I'm married to Tom.

Don't take all of it.

Maja. Maja, Maja. Look what I have. Look.

- What's that? Is it chocolate? - No, no. It's 'shrooms.

- 'Shrooms? - 'Shrooms.

- No... - Come on! I'm gonna eat one.

- You are? - Yeah, right now. Here.

- I mean, I'm not sure if I want this. - Yes, you do.

From now on, everything is your fault!

- Javier! Javier! - We're leaving! We're leaving!

It's my fucking house!

- No, no, no, no! No, no! - It's my house!

Stop, stop, stop! Oi! Stop, stop, stop!

I'm the one who called you. I'm the one who called!

Oh, my God.

- Dad! - No, don't.

- You call Maja and I'll call the police. - Okay.

Shit, I don't feel anything. I wanted to feel druggy.

They say your pupils are supposed to get huge. Did it work on you?

Let's check if it worked.

No, you look totally normal.

No, no, don't answer. No, no!

- I can't answer right now. - Hang up!

- Mom, you've gotta come here. - What?

Two guys are beating up Dad and Tom! Come quick!

- Just calm down. Where are you? - Outside the house. Please, come!

- Stay put. We'll come to you. - Okay, hurry up!

We need to leave right now.

- What do you mean? - We need to go home.

- Right now? - Yes.

It's not possible.

No... My...

My bag! Stop... Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Did you send those fucking killers after me?

Ow!

You bastard!

Let go, let go!

Goddammit, Tom!

What the hell? You bit me!

Did you send killers after your own brother?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Hi, darling.

- Are you guys coming or what? - Yeah, yeah. We're coming.

But you and Alejandra need to get out of there now.

Valldemossa.

Just go to Alejandra's.

Okay, we're leaving. Bye.

Love you.

Now I feel something.

I don't usually feel that much.

Hey, it's not funny.

- You don't know best! - Yes, I do!

You get that?

- Shut your mouth! - Shut up, I said!

You mess up everything! All the time!

- Calm down! Calm down! - No, it's my house!

It's my house!

For fuck's sake, Tom. Tell him.

Yes. Thank you.

So, do you see two cops too? Huh?

And they're super tall!

They're really tall.

It's so nice that there are cops who... who help.

Yeah. I just want to brush his hair, you know? It's so pretty.

- What are you saying? - What do you know?

What do I know, what? I don't know anything.

He means you can fucking say

- what happened in the first place. - Shut up!

I need to...

- We'll question him at the station. - Maja?

Petra?

Do you have a hairbrush on you?

Hello.

- He started it. - No, it wasn't.

- Honey, it doesn't matter. - Oh, Tom...

- It's not your fault. - I wanna go home.

It's really important that you drive carefully now.

I just want you to...

Oh, God...

The universe is infinite.

He's got it on silent, I think. That's why.

Yeah, hold on. Let me check. Hold on.

Tom? Hey... Tom.

- It's Kent. - No...

No. He's tried calling you a bunch of times.

- No, I don't want to. - They're on their way here.

You need to talk to him. Talk to him.

Hello?

- What the hell is going on? - Hi, Dad. Hi. Hi.

- Is Timmy in a Spanish jail? - What?

Maja called and woke us up, totally frantic.

Then she said something about the house not being theirs anymore.

I'm on it. I'll take care of... that.

We’re about to take off, so I need to go.

Okay, bye, bye, bye.

Uh...

- Mom? What are you doing? - We need to move.

What?

We can borrow an apartment in Cala Major for now, and then we'll see.

We might have to move back to Sweden.

- Are you kidding me? - No.

What about dad? How long is he going to be in jail?

Well, say something!

I don't know! I don't have a clue, okay?

If I knew, I would tell you. God! Seriously.

I'm doing the best I can!

- But I want to live here. - Yeah, me too.

But we can't now since this house isn't ours anymore, apparently.

You'll have to ask dad when he comes out.

I'm sorry, honey.

Hey. I'm sorry I yelled.

Hey. I'm also sad.

I really wanted this to work out.

I want dad to come home.

Me too.

Do you wanna help me pack?

Can you help me?

Why haven't you managed to get him out yet?

How hard can it be? You just wave some money around in these countries.

No, the Spanish legal system is more complicated than you might think.

I think this could actually be good for Timmy in a way.

What? How do you mean?

So he finally learns to take responsibility for his actions.

But why do you always have to be on his case?

- He's doing the best he can. - Come on. I'm on his case?

It's always him who starts it. Always.

- Who the hell do you think did this? - Yeah, but...

- Who do you think did it? - Calm down.

Why the hell isn't anyone asking why I look like this? I'm all beaten up.

He nearly ripped half my fucking face off!

But everybody asks: "How's little Timmy doing?"

He's probably doing great.

Probably lying on some stretcher, drinking coffee and eating pastries.

He'll probably get a pat on the back, then he can go home. I'm sure of it.

- I'm your son too! - Shh-shh!

- Damn it! - Hey...

Tommy, I need to talk to you.

Dad and I always talked about wanting to give you

and Timmy the business together.

But then all this stuff with Petra happened.

And then...

Well, then we both realized that you two couldn't do it together.

So we asked Timmy if he could run the store by himself.

And he said no.

- What? - Hmm!

He said you could run the business way better than he ever could.

He also said you'd never forgive us.

He said that?

Hmm.

Why didn't you say anything?

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I'm sorry.

Uh, Maja! Maja, wait.

What's happening? How is he doing?

I don't know. Visiting hours are over for today, so...

- I gotta go. Linn's waiting in the car. - Maja, wait...

We're cleaning out the house tonight. You'll get the keys somehow later.

So, thanks for the loan, I guess.

Hey... Maja. Maja, I... - What?

Well... I don't know what Timmy told you, but, uh...

Of course the house is yours.

And Mick double-checked all the paperwork with the lawyer.

It should be all set now. Now it's yours.

And I'm really sorry for saying it wasn't earlier.

It was wrong of me. And I apologize for that.

I really mean it.

So now I just need to get him out too.

Let's see how much that's gonna set me back.

Tom.

Thank you.

No...

Good morning, officer.

You have my brother here in custody, Timmy Kraft.

Mm-hm. Yes.

- I would like to pay bail for him. - Okay.

Do you take contantas?

- Cash? - Yes, yes, cash.

No, no, no. No cash. No money.

Of course not.

This is the justice system. It has to be done legally.

I didn't mean it like that. I mean... No.

It's.. Yes, okay. Yup.

- Hello, is it Tomas? - Yes.

Yes, this is Tom.

- We met on Murta Mountain. - My friend in the wheelchair!

- The wheelchair. Yes, yes. - You have a new offer?

No, no, no! It's not about your house.

- It's... it's... it's my brother. - Your brother?

- He's, um... He's... We have a situation. - Okay. Tell me.

Yes, I'm leaving now.

See you at home later. In our house.

All right, kisses.

Hey.

Hmm?

Buy me lunch. I'm starving.

Absolutely. Have you been to the Mercat de l'Olivar?

No.

They have an insane amount of deli meats. Really tasty sausages.

- A spicy chistorra wouldn't be bad. - Um...

With fennel. And Spanish tomato. Huh?

It's weird down here.

Because it's always the ugliest sausages that taste the best.

Like us, then.

What the hell, are you calling me ugly?

On the contrary.

What do you mean? I gave you a house.

Linn? Linn, could you check if there are any more eggs?

- I wanted to make an omelet. - Sure.

Thanks.

What do you say, guys? Wanna take a dip?

- What? - Yeah.

- Yeah, please! - Okay.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

- You're not kidding? - No.

- You promise? - Yeah. Anton?

But the weather is crap.

But here's the thing, you see... Last one in is a rotten egg.

What? No!

He jumped the gun! Stop him! Stop him! No, no, no, no! Stop him!

- You're rotten eggs! - You're cheating!

You can't get there before me!

No! Here comes dad!

You're a rotten egg!

- No, I'm not! You are! You are! - No, you are!

No, Mom is the rotten egg, she's not even in!

You and your excuses.

- Stop it. - Come on, let's get him!

- Okay, do a cannonball. - The atomic bomb!

- Should I put some chili in this? - Just a little.

"Loan approved on the property." Yes!

What was that?

We got the loan approved for the house!

No way! Really?

- I love Spanish banks! - Darling.

Yes!

- My ears! - Sorry. Sorry.

What's happened? Did something happen?

Dad had some issues with taxes,

but it's all sorted now because Dad is so damn good at what he does.

- What a freaking relief. - Yeah.

You know what? From now on, dad and I promise to...

Don't. No more promises, please. They always end up...

We promise.

- Everything is gonna be okay. - Who the hell is that?

Hi.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

We're from the city council in Valldemossa.

Are you the owner of the house?

- Excuse me? - He doesn't understand.

- Are you the owner? - Yes, I'm the owner.

We've received a complaint from a neighbor

about you renovating the house.

We need to check if you have a permit...

- What's going on? - ...all the papers and so forth.

He doesn't understand.

Can we look inside? - Yes. Yes, sure. Sure, sure.

- What was that? - I don't know.

I think it was some cultural council in Valldemossa or something.

- They wanted to check out the place. - Exciting.

Right. It's exactly like it said in the report.

This has no...

This is...

Excuse me.

Please, can you come in?