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What could I even begin to write?

You want to know a bit about me?

Oh, yeah?

BASED ON THE BOOK BY EMMA HAMBERG

Bonjour!

My name is Agneta.

I love absolutely everything about France.

The cheese, the wine, the people, baguettes.

Those… macarons.

Cheese. Did I mention cheese?

Simply strolling through old French villages.

I've never been to France.

It never came to be.

Life happened and I spent 25 years at the Department of Transportation.

Not Paris, but practical.

DOT, Agneta Strömberg speaking. How may I help you?

And Magnus, my husband, likes keeping it practical.

He's also started to live healthily.

Good thing he has his training buddy, Linda. Practical.

So that I don't have to.

He's blacklisted everything that tastes of France.

The only things I enjoyed.

Our two kids have flown the nest.

We mainly stay in touch by sending them money.

Oh, well…

So, I thought I'd get ready for retirement

and… death.

-Night. -Night.

Magnus thinks I lack drive.

But I do have drive.

It's just the wrong kind of drive.

Cheese

Brie

Goat cheese

FRENCH ESTATES

Comté, yeah I know

Cheese

DOT, Agneta Strömberg speaking. How may I help you?

I guess there really isn't much more to tell you about me.

I'm not content with life or anything. I just don't expect a whole lot from it.

Agneta Strömberg. How may I help you?

Excuse me for saving your life

And your relationship

Yes, have a good trip

Agneta?

I got fired.

Who wants an almost-50-year-old woman

with just one lousy job on her résumé?

Maybe you do?

If there's anything I know how to do,

it's taking care of an older boy who… is in need of help… in Provence?

"Now."

I can cook.

"Wash the clothes."

"Cleaning really big house."

"Very important:

Each Fridays 5 p.m., sit in bar."

Well, this I can do.

Agneta, 49 years old.

Skilled in both cleaning and cooking.

Can look after big and small boys alike.

Black belt in stain removal.

Well, that actually turns a whole life of invisible work into a very long résumé.

You know what? At first, I thought, "No, I can't do it."

But now, I can't think of a single reason not to send my application.

So, Mr. Fabien, this is my incredibly long résumé.

And don't forget.

Jesus Christ.

God…

No…

Linda says there may be a job at the Social Insurance Agency.

But…

What's all this?

Good morning.

Is that wine?

Have you been drin…

-I smell cheese. -No.

Agneta, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize that this…

I didn't realize you were taking this work thing so hard.

We're a team. We'll get through this, you and I.

Don't worry.

We'll work it out.

We'll work it out, you and I. Just leave it to me. I'll handle it.

I can handle it myself, Magnus. Thank you.

-But you can't. -I can.

I've actually…

I've actually applied for…

one of these listings.

There's a little Swedish boy, in Provence,

who needs an au pair.

And… I got the job.

You can't…

What?

An au pair? You're kidding? You're going to be an au pair?

In France?

"Je m'appelle Agneta."

"I'm your au pair."

I mean… Sorry, but come on, Agneta.

You, traveling to France on your own?

Yeah.

You're terrified of traveling alone.

You couldn't even visit when I was in Gothenburg for two years.

I was 21.

Yeah, you were. But now, you're almost 50.

And you don't au pair at 50, Agneta!

There is a little boy in Provence

who needs completely undigitized care, from me.

I found my drive, Magnus.

I'm going to France.

That's right.

-You know what, Agneta? -What?

I think you should go.

But don't call me when you're standing all alone in France

in some tiny village, all lost,

after losing or having your money stolen,

and you're all alone and don't even speak a word of French.

-I'd love to see how you do. -We'll see.

-We'll see. -We'll see, Magnus.

-We'll see. -Yes, we'll see.

-We'll see how you do. -Yeah.

-I guess we'll-- -We'll see.

We'll see.

Yes?

Good evening.

We're about to close, but please…

-Please, have a seat. -No, no…

Please, sit. I'll get you something to drink.

Come on.

It's no problem at all. There you go. Just a second.

Right… Here you go.

So, what would you like?

I… don't understand.

-Fabien? -Fabien.

Fabien, yes. That's me. Yes.

-We don't have "anjeta." -No… Je…

Je m'appelle Agneta.

-The au pair. -Anjeta?

-Yes. -Anjeta!

Anjeta!

-It's a pleasure! Welcome. How are you? -No, no…

-No. -Oh, sorry.

Follow me.

We'll pick up Bonibelle on the way.

Come on. Come on!

Bonibelle!

Anjeta's here!

Are you all right?

I'm Bonibelle.

Come, Anjeta. Come.

Barry and Judy.

Cute, huh?

Einar loves them.

He's in there.

How are you, old fool?

We looked everywhere for you.

Anjeta's here.

Agneta? Who the hell is Agneta?

We have guests?

Oh, you speak Swedish?

Fabien, help me down.

How nice!

It's been forever since we had guests.

Have a seat.

Let's have some wine.

Tell me everything about yourself.

-Let's see… -Excuse me, sir.

Those two have…

hired me to au pair… for a boy.

I'm supposed to clean and cook and stuff.

Perhaps you know where I can find this little boy?

Really?

What's the boy's name?

Einar.

I don't need your help.

Einar…

I'll be right back.

Einar!

Einar? Oh…

It sure is dark in here.

-Food? -What are you doing?

Shoo!

It's ten o'clock.

You're supposed to have some…

food.

You call that food?

I'm not quite sure what kind of meat it is…

But wait.

I was hired, so I have to bring you food.

For a while.

No one should come here because they're paid to.

This is a place you come because you want to.

Tell me what you want!

Why won't you answer me?

I'll take the train first thing tomorrow.

Here you go!

-Hi. -Why aren't you calling from your phone?

-Lost it already? -The weather is great.

A little overcast, but warm.

Magnus, I was wondering…

I could use your help to… get myself home.

-So, I was right. -No, not at all!

Their English is great. They're easy to understand.

No issues at all.

The boy is adorable, suspenders and all. Everything's great.

But I was thinking about that job Linda mentioned at the SSA.

Maybe I should check it out.

You're lucky your husband knows you better than you do.

Right?

What would people think if they knew you were trying to be an au pair?

-Oh, railroad strike. -Sorry, what?

-Railroad strike. -No! What about flights? Can you check?

One moment. I'm checking.

There's one on Saturday at 2 p.m. Lucky you.

-Nothing earlier? -For Christ's sake.

Sorry I can't fulfill every single one of your requirements.

There's one seat left, for now.

Honestly, it's a freaking miracle there's even a single seat.

Back home, the heating has broken down, and Lisa and Ludde keep asking for money.

Agneta, I know you always use that trick on your parents--

Thank you.

Are you okay, Anjeta?

Agneta seems to have no choice but to stay

and clean for the crazy old man you forgot to mention in your listing.

So, I'm fine.

Oui, oui. C'est bon.

It'll be fine.

Okay…

What the hell is this?

Yoo-hoo, hello?

Trying to kiss me while I sleep?

-Are you mad, woman? -I thought you were dead.

I told you I don't need your help.

Yeah, I know.

Then why are you still here?

-You scared me. -You think I'm not scared?

With a strange woman in my house who tries to kiss me while I sleep.

Well, I thought you were dead. You looked dead, so I was checking.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Maybe. Then I'd have an excuse for my husband as to why I came back.

No, that was mean.

Really mean. I apologize. I shouldn't say stuff like that.

I… Something always goes wrong. I guess I'm the one who needs help.

Good morning.

How's it going?

I've come to fetch Anjeta.

Good. You really need to get out of the house.

What's she saying?

Come.

Anjeta.

Oh!

I made all of this.

What kind of twisted little woman are you?

Certainly not.

Anjeta.

So young.

So beautiful.

-And goat cheese for my favorite customer. -Thank you.

Anjeta.

-Crossing that off… -I'll put it on your tab.

Okay…

Excuse me…

Cheese.

And some Camembert.

Here you go.

It's good, huh?

Here you go.

Your Camembert.

See you.

Have a good day.

Bye.

It's Chèvre d'Armand. Einar's favorite.

Let's see…

I got the recipe from…

that little woman…

Bonibelle!

I think you'll be happy to hear that I'm going home on Saturday.

And… I want to apologize for my behavior earlier today.

I freaked out.

But…

I'm actually a more…

normal person.

Normal?

And who decides what's normal?

That drives me crazy.

What's normal to you isn't normal to anyone else.

That's the first thing Armand taught me.

Don't let anyone tell you what's normal.

No, I'm sorry.

Now you're apologizing for speaking your mind?

This is getting amusing.

All right. Sure.

Try adding some balsamic vinegar next time.

Armand always did.

Armand?

Was he your boyfriend?

You know what?

I'll introduce you.

Now?

Come on.

This is Armand.

You realize that's a statue, don't you?

That's the most depressing question I've ever heard.

Ever heard of imagination?

-Playing make-believe? -Yes.

Let's start from the beginning, when I was still married to Margareta.

Wait a second. You've lost me.

-Margareta? -Yeah.

You were married to a woman?

You think I just woke up one day as a gay man in a French monastery?

-Yes? -Dear Lord.

Suburban house, a Volvo, and bingo on Fridays.

All to seem normal.

But when I enlisted…

it was paradise.

Dicks everywhere.

Oh.

Homosexuals were to be "cured."

Pretending to be someone else worked fine until I heard of a place

where closeted gays hung out.

Humlegården park, fall of 1964.

I love this bit.

I'm Einar.

Nervous.

Excited.

Beautiful.

If you close your eyes, you can picture it.

Christ, just close them.

Do you see the feet moving along the gravel path?

Do you see the green bench?

I sit down.

Well… How does one sit when waiting for another homosexual?

Perhaps a little provocatively?

Yeah…

But then I hear voices.

Three men come walking toward me.

I'm so terribly nervous.

One of them walks up to me.

"Are you…"

And I answered, "I think so."

Then, he spat in my face.

I heard him say, "Fuck, that's disgusting."

"I told you he was a fag."

I said close your eyes.

Okay.

What was I doing?

I had my Margareta, after all.

I was so terribly ashamed.

I ran.

Then, a car stopped in front of me.

Can you see it?

Full of life.

That's when I saw him.

I had never seen anyone so beautiful.

And he said…

Don't tell me that was Armand.

Seriously?

-Keep your eyes closed! -Right. Sorry.

Yeah?

He took me to a place I didn't know existed.

It was full of people.

They were everything I hadn't been able to put into words that I was.

Out of all these colorful people, he looked at me.

He extended an inviting hand.

But… I was like a timid bird.

Then, he leaned in and whispered something that is now my most important motto.

"If someone asks you to dance, you must never decline."

We never stopped dancing.

And then, in the most beautiful bed,

I had the most passionate, twisted sex--

No! Stop.

What?

Margareta. What happened to Margareta? Where'd she go? What happened to her?

Well…

I promised myself that I may only give up that life

if I made sure that every minute of my new life was worth it.

Wow.

Well, there you go.

-Help me up. -Right.

Oh. Here.

Oh, dear.

-There you go. -No, no! Come here.

-No, I'm not… I need to… -You are. Come on.

Step here, like that. And stand like this.

-Like this? -I'll sit here.

-Yeah? -There!

Show me your life.

-I'm… -Go ahead.

Okay… Well…

Actually, I met my husband on the dance floor too.

But… We were holding our friends' coats.

And Magnus came up and talked to me.

-That's it. -I'm not seeing anything.

You need to… show me. Show me!

Well…

I guess Magnus did most of the talking, and I did the listening.

And… I guess that made us…

click well together.

At the time.

Then what happened? Your life.

Then, Magnus got

a great job in Dresden.

-For Christ's sake… -So we went there.

-Or rather, we flew-- -Why are we talking about some Magnus?

This play is about you.

You're the director, for Christ's sake. What… What do you live for?

My kids.

What a terrible responsibility to burden one's kids with.

Do you even like yourself?

Of course I don't.

No wonder you don't like yourself

if you've never done anything for yourself that you like.

You know nothing about me.

Apparently, neither do you.

Thank you.

I thought this place had seen its last lost bird come to molt.

-What? -Time to go to bed.

We have a busy day tomorrow.

Where is she?

-Good morning. -There you are, Agneta!

God, what fun we had last night!

Yeah… It was fun.

Yes, but let's get started. I have so much to show you today.

I thought I'd get as much done as I can before I leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow's Saturday.

Then today's Friday? Then we're going to the bar.

Oh, right.

Let's see…

At 5 p.m. Does anything in particular happen then?

No, nothing particular has happened there and likely never will.

All right.

Come on. Do you want to have fun or not?

-Yes. -Good. Come on.

-But you need to eat something. -No.

-Wait up. -We're going to molt.

What do you mean "molt"?

Oh.

Interesting.

So, what do you mean by "molting"?

When birds have chicks, their feathers are gray and boring.

But when the chicks leave the nest,

the old feathers are replaced by a stunningly colorful plumage.

That's called molting.

How would you describe yourself?

Um… Here.

Well…

I'm afraid I have to disappoint you again, but I…

don't have much else to offer than this.

I'm… not like you.

And what am I like?

Well, you're someone… colorful.

I've never heard of a woman

going all the way to France,

standing in a monastery with a crazy gay man

and feeding him a baguette.

That's what I call colorful.

But…

How did your life turn out?

I'd love to hear the rest of the story before I leave.

Only if you play.

I can't.

What's the matter?

What if I died just now?

Would you deny an old man his dying wish?

Would you?

Humor me.

Imagine giving people a place

where they can try being whoever they want.

Without an ounce of judgment.

Like here, for example.

We ate, drank, and slept into the afternoon.

We fought, laughed, played, danced, built, painted…

-Where did they all come from? -The same place as you.

Sollentuna?

From the feeling of never fitting in.

Now, show me what you see.

Oh?

I'll close my eyes so you can describe it. I can picture it.

No.

No?

The stage is yours.

No, please… It's…

-I'm not very good at… -How did Agneta play when she was seven?

Well…

What?

Is…

That's here. This painting is of here.

Now…

Einar, now I see someone painting.

But they don't really look to be an artist.

But up here, there's also…

There are two people. One of them is on a ladder.

They're trying to install the chandelier.

Here, someone's just lying around, and…

-They're singing! -No way!

Here, on the grand piano.

-On top of it. -Really?

This was the "molting."

-They're molting. -Yes!

We wanted to show everyone there was a place for them too.

Like there was for me.

-How? -What do you think?

-What do I think? -What do you think?

What do I think? I think that…

Show me what you think!

You all dressed up as birds and…

"birded" around the theater.

And what did it sound like?

There are so many.

I see you, Einar.

You found your home, and Armand helped you.

No.

He disappeared somewhere.

I think maybe he…

I think he's gone to the drawing room. Come on!

Where did he go?

Why'd it get so quiet?

-Where is everyone? -What do you think?

I think…

I think…

I think that after Armand died, everything went quiet.

You don't like silence.

Oh?

And I think you should put on your finery.

We're going to the bar.

Yoo-hoo.

Oh, now I feel underdressed.

How do I look?

Impeccable.

I wish I could say the same.

-What? -Forget it.

Much better!

You think? Really?

He makes it at night. The sauce.

He keeps the recipe secret.

A lot of love goes into it, let me tell you.

You're not the only one.

-What? -Women go crazy for him.

-You could get some from him. -Stop. I'm not… He's not…

-It's not… -He's a real stud.

Stop it.

Do you like riding?

Quite the after-work event.

I can see why you… gave up your boring life in Sweden for this.

For this?

I gave it up for my libido's sake.

Which sits in my heart and between my legs.

For my life force.

And I gave up my libido for a super boring life in Sweden.

You chose life.

You think I had a choice?

My soul would've died.

I gave up my family, my country, my life…

My son!

What…

Your son?

-Einar. -Oh my God…

Come on. Cheers!

-Cheers, everyone! -Cheers!

Bon appétit! And enjoy your Friday!

-Cheers! -Cheers.

Why didn't you tell me you have a son?

What's there to tell?

He knows I'm at the bar every Friday at 5 p.m. if he wants to see me.

What? Is he the one you're waiting for every Friday?

If he wants to see me, he knows where to find me.

But he's your child--

Don't bring up things that no longer exist!

Now, I want to have a dance. In the drawing room?

-Come on. -I have to pack. I'm leaving tomorrow.

Why?

Why…

Do you want to dance or not?

I can't dance.

Anyone who can move can dance.

-Look. You can move. -But--

Look how well you can dance.

Very pretty.

Would you care to move to music with me, then?

I don't dance.

Why not?

Why not? Why not talk about your son?

You're leaving? All right…

No, no, no, you shouldn't go

You'll miss out on the cheese and life

The baguettes and all the pleasures

No, no, no, no, Anjeta

Don't go

Choose dance, choose France

Look for a chance in Provence

No, I want to dance.

-Did you fall? -Put the music back on.

Put it back on.

-Can I help you? -I don't need your help.

We're dancing. We're…

We're…

We're dancing.

I need to drown out the sorrow with joy.

There's no other option.

I already know the answer, you see.

And no parent could live with that answer.

That's why it's better to sit there every Friday, hoping, laughing,

than to die.

Knowing is dying.

Lie down.

It's best that I keep living in my own reality.

Where I can't wait for him to see his room.

So he can play with them.

Them?

The porcelain cats.

He would've loved them.

Them, them, them.

"Paul has a new dad now. Don't write again. You're sick."

Agneta?

I'm here.

Why are you sad, little bird?

I think I might be feeling a little sorry for you.

Just promise me one thing, little bird.

Never look at me again the way you are right now.

Because it reminds me.

I just want to dance.

I just want to dance.

W-- what?

I saw it was you.

-Finally. -What time is it?

-Two. -Wow!

We must've danced all night.

About time you showed the world those hips of yours.

Yeah.

-You have a phone? -Of course I have a phone.

-Go get it. -Where is it?

-Go, hurry. Quick! -I'm going.

Here it is.

Einar speaking.

Get dressed.

Sorry, it's been forever since I last had a half-naked woman in bed.

Who? My au pair?

Are you still there?

I waited for you at the airport, worrying that something had happened.

"Is my wife dead?"

No, apparently, it's even worse.

Because she's naked in bed with an old Frenchman,

who also lied about being a little boy.

-This is-- -Have you heard of molting?

Excuse me?

Birds changing color when their chicks leave the nest.

Agneta, you believe anything people tell you.

Honestly, this worries me in a different way.

Birds molt twice a year, and they don't change color.

I'm staying.

-What? -A while longer.

For Christ's sake, why?

Give me one sensible reason why you should stay.

-Hello? -I feel like I want to.

But…

Everyone wants to go on vacation, but you can't just leave--

Apparently, you can.

I just did, Magnus. Why don't you come here?

You can come here too.

You've lost your mind.

Good morning. Long time no see.

Luzette, this is Agneta.

Pleasure.

Why do you have a red balloon tied to your back, Luzette?

How else would we find her?

My husband thinks I've lost my mind.

And you chose to spend your precious life with him?

Yeah…

Do you know what they do that makes me incredibly jealous?

-Gays? -No, the French.

They never apologize.

They smoke, eat unhealthily, drink too much,

and don't care what anyone else thinks.

Why the hell should you care what anyone else thinks?

People only care about themselves.

-Try and you'll see how little they care. -All right.

-Go do something you've never dared to do. -What?

See where your body takes you if you stop caring.

-Go! -But-- Fine!

Sure. Fine!

-And don't apologize! -I won't.

I'm looking all around me

At a very nice square

So-- Sorry.

-Not. -Hello, ma'am.

Not sorry.

I see everybody

And everybody's smiling

A very nice old couple

-Hello. -Hello, ma'am.

Hello and goodbye I tell them

Goodbye.

I don't speak French

Hello.

-But I'm hungry for life -Hello.

Baguette, thank you.

And with the baguette

I'm walking in the street

The fountain and the flowers

Oh, what a beautiful sight

The sunrays

Are very warm

And now, I feel it

In my heart

The time has come

What a joy!

Everything's perfect

Oh là là, joie de vivre!

Yes to life, joie de vivre!

Don't say "excuse me"

No "sorry," no, no, no

Oh là là

Joie de vivre

Hello, Anjeta.

A man and a woman

Look with excitement

It's hot, isn't it? Very hot.

-And right now -Here we go…

Everything's perfect

Oh là là, joie de vivre!

Don't say "excuse me"

No "sorry," no, no, no

Oh là là

Oh là là

Hello, little flab.

Hello, little arm.

Oh, my beloved tummy.

My dear, dear tummy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

PAINTER AND ENGRAVER

Would you like to paint me too?

Like this?

Then you ask it what it needs.

-Ready? -I'm ready.

Einar!

Nice to see you in that car.

C'est la vie, Fabien.

Voiture.

-Car. -Car?

Voiture.

-Le voiture. -La voiture.

-La? -La voiture.

La.

Come on. Let's go.

-What's that you've got? -It looks so lonely and sad.

This dress needs to have fun.

-Here. It's for you. -Oh.

Hey, mister!

I… Go, both of you!

Did you…

Put the dress on. And don't apologize.

We'll meet at the car at 3 p.m. Now run!

-I can't leave you alone for two seconds. -Run!

-Run! Come on! -No, this way!

Stop! Thief! The dress!

Oops.

-What the heck are you doing? -Sorry!

"Sorry"? I have to clean this up?

I'll…

I'll… Sorry.

I'll go over there.

Excuse me, you can't go through here.

Wow!

Well then…

Bye, comfortable shoes that are good for my back.

I'll go to the…

La… La voiture.

Perfect.

It's for my son.

Yeah.

He likes cats, you see.

So I'm giving him this.

-It's so pretty. -Einar!

Huh?

-Hi! -Hi.

-So beautiful! -Yeah.

Yeah…

But… are we leaving?

What's that?

Isn't it pretty?

He'll love it.

Oh.

No…

Hey… Wait…

Oh, what is it?

It shouldn't have to be lonely back at my place.

There are enough cats there as is.

So…

It should… It has to have fun.

Has to… Has to have…

I can't… I can't hold onto it anymore.

Reality.

My reality.

Which reality is your reality, Einar?

The one I'm living in.

Where I get to believe

that Paul will be sitting and playing with his cats.

And where I get to be happy.

It's eating away at me.

It's eating away at me.

I chose myself, not him.

I chose wrong!

FROM: AGNETA STRÖMBERG TO: PAUL LINDBLOM

"Dear Paul,"

"You don't know me, but I didn't either before I met your dad."

"He taught me to listen to… myself."

"Now, it's time I teach him the same lesson."

"To listen to himself."

"To stop drowning out the sorrow. The sorrow over you."

Wait, Einar!

"I get if you're mad at him."

"He abandoned you because he wasn't allowed to be himself."

"That's why he feels he has no right to reach out to you and love you."

"As if it were a choice."

"To love yourself or to love your son."

-Laundry basket again. -Right.

"But he's wrong. I know he is. I know you can do both."

"But first, you need to find someone who helps you find the courage."

"Or you may end up spending a lifetime thinking there's no other option."

"Einar is your dad."

-Hurry up. -Fine.

"But he needs your help to dare be that."

"All the love he has for you, he has spent a lifetime giving to others."

"To people like me."

"And I think it's time that love ends up where it belongs."

"With you."

"Before it's too late."

-We mustn't be late. It's Friday. -It is.

-Let's see… -All right.

-There… -Careful.

-There. -God, this is all like a rom-com.

-Let's see… -Careful.

I've never had a woman like you in my kitchen.

You're an adventurer, you travel the world…

That's very sexy.

I think you're talking about the sauce.

And now…

-Want to taste it? -What?

Delicious. Bravo.

Want to try?

What… Oh, no.

-Hang on. -Sorry.

-I'm sorry. -No, no.

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

Hang on.

Oops.

You're crazy. You're beautiful.

Bon appétit!

-Is it good? -It's good.

You're the one on the table now?

-Stop. -I can see…

No… Just stop.

-Stop. -I want to have some fun too!

Let's go do something fun.

I think this is getting out of hand.

Bathing in fountains, eating sauce and…

You have to be a little realistic.

You're feeding your libido.

But…

It's filled to the brim.

It's completely satiated.

Give that back! Please, listen to me.

-If you'd just give me-- -What's going on with you?

-There's-- -Paul!

Huh?

It's Paul.

Hello.

It's Paul.

Einar, Paul is here.

Einar…

I need to… Where's my shirt?

-Einar. -Where's my shirt?

Einar, come here.

-It wasn't supposed to happen like this. -Don't trip. Sit down.

It was… He was supposed to come to the bar.

-On a Friday. -There you go. Yeah.

-Is today Friday? -No. Today isn't Friday.

No.

But… your son… is here.

To meet his dad.

Do you understand? Do you understand that?

That your son… is here?

Do you understand?

To think that he came…

He came because he wants to meet me.

You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Oh, dear.

Well… That was…

-Well, would you like to…? Should we…? -Sure.

You've been happy, haven't you?

Well…

"Happy" might be overstating it, but…

Tell me…

How is Margareta?

Mom sadly passed away a few years back.

But you got a new dad?

That was good, wasn't it?

I wouldn't really call him my dad, but…

We don't talk anymore.

But kids… I mean…

A wife and kids?

No.

It wasn't in the cards.

But you've… had a good life, it seems.

Yes. I've had a simply amazing life.

Right…

-I should go. I have a bus to catch. -But… Einar!

You have to tell him the truth. You're distraught.

You want me to lie to my own son?

But… He's happy his dad's had a good life. Right, Paul?

Since I left you, it's good that it was worth it, isn't it?

At least to me.

Thanks for the letter anyway. Nice of you to take the time to write.

But… I didn't write a letter.

No, I did.

-What? -Yes.

-I'm leaving. -You did what?!

Don't go. Paul, wait.

He wants you here. He just… Please, wait!

Come on! Let's go!

Paul, wai…

-What's wrong with you? -An entire life.

-Stop it! -You've ruined an entire life.

-Paul! -You took it from me.

Your son is here!

Please, stop. Cut it out.

What do you mean "your life"? He's here because he wants to meet you.

You're wrong.

He came because he felt obligated to.

Because his old, good-for-nothing dad will die soon.

I've ruined his life again.

And you've ruined what life I had left.

Einar… Einar, don't!

Stop!

Einar!

Einar!

Hey.

You told me to listen.

You've asked hundreds of people to listen.

Now it's your turn to do some listening.

Hey, Einar.

You're the most wonderful, weirdest,

most loving person I've ever met.

But if you listen…

there's a dad in there too.

Chasing after his son.

Right?

You have to listen.

Listen.

Lis…

Liste-- Whoa!

All right… Hey!

Hurry!

Hurry up!

No…

No!

Stop!

Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

I've ruined…

He has no one else, and I abandoned him again.

I'm so…

I'm sorry.

I don't know how…

I don't know how to be a dad.

But I do know…

that I love you.

Oh. Oops. I won't disturb you. I was just going to--

Warm milk is good if you wake at night feeling anxious, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's great.

That's what I gave my kids.

Hey… Can you imagine?

Being in the middle of the moment

that you've waited for your entire life?

I can't stop looking at him.

-Why are you standing there? -Sorry. I'll--

No, no. Come here.

Lie down here. Look at this.

Wow.

Agneta.

Agneta.

-Magn… -What's happening? Why's everyone here?

We have guests?

-Ow! -Oops.

This… is Einar's son Paul.

Hello.

And this is Einar.

The gay man.

Yeah.

And right… Here we have Fabien.

How nice! You must've met downstairs.

He's likely also… gay.

There. Yes.

This is Magnus.

My husband, who I'm married to.

Why'd you never mention you were married?

-Stop. I told you. -No. She never mentioned it.

What?

I did too.

He's both gay and has dementia. It can't be easy.

Come on. There. Let's go.

Oh, how do you do? Hello.

I guess I thought you were going to come back home.

But when you didn't…

I…

It's so nice that you're here, Magnus.

Sorry, I…

I guess this is just so new to me.

But there's so much I want to…

Oh my God. This is a death trap.

-Whoa! Oops! -My God!

One time, this bed suddenly started spinning.

I thought it was amazing.

You must've been mortified.

Agneta…

I'm here now.

Yeah…

Oops. Are you all right?

Let's see…

-Hello, Agneta. -Hello.

-How are you? -I'm good, and you?

-I'm fine. Have a good day. -You too.

Oh, you know people?

Well…

Well, you…

That's nice.

It's very pretty here.

The village. I guess.

Not quite French Estates, but…

You've been watching French Estates?

I may have caught an episode or two.

Oh, dear.

We…

We…

-What are you doing? -The fountain…

-It's a little dirty over here. -Oh.

Let's see… There's something over here that I want to show you.

What the…

Let's see…

Was it…

So… hello.

-No, no. I've got it. -Oui, oui.

-Magnus, you don't have to… -I've got it.

-He doesn't need help. -I've got it!

He doesn't need help, Magnus.

-Some more? -I'm good, thanks.

No? Well, I'll have some.

-In that case, I'll have some too. -All right.

I've started the 80/20 diet.

Oh, yeah?

You shouldn't have to abstain from certain things.

You can keep one foot in each world, so to speak.

When you think something has come to an end,

it may simply be the beginning of something even better.

What if life is only a little taster of how great the afterlife will be?

You heard what I needed

when I wouldn't listen.

You are more powerful than my libido.

I love you, Agneta.

Wow.

Je t'aime, Agneta.

To Anjeta!

-Anjeta! -Anjeta!

-Oops. -Oopsie.

Oh dear.

They have this rule that if someone asks you to dance, you must never decline.

That's weird.

So…

May I, Magnus?

Thanks, but no thanks.

All right…

Go on, Anjeta!

That's good!

How nice that you want to dance, Magnus!

I don't know if… I don't want to.

Magnus!

I'll be okay.

-Want some water? -No, no. Not tap water.

No.

I'm not good at that stuff.

What stuff?

Telling people I love them and stuff… No.

I show it in other ways. Like…

Like by coming here, for example.

But you know I do, don't you?

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

-Agneta… -Yeah?

I don't mean to pressure you or anything…

but I got a ticket home for you too, for tomorrow.

But it can be changed, rebooked, cancelled, or whatever.

But tomorrow's Friday.

Right.

But maybe there's not much left for me here… to do.

-I don't think so either. -No.

You staying here doesn't feel good at all.

Oh.

Maybe I'll have some water after all.

Thank you so much.

-Agneta… -Huh?

Oh, dear. Everything's spinning.

It'll be okay.

I slept with Fabien.

And that artist, Jordaens.

What a great choice!

-You think? Yeah? -Yes.

I slept with Marlon Brando the other day. It was great.

Well, then…

Is this how it's supposed to feel when you're done?

Well… I'm not sure of anything anymore.

But I do know one thing.

That you are terribly beautiful

in that purple dress.

Now, do make sure

that it doesn't get as sad and depressed

as it was on the rack at the market.

I think it might be like when you bring a straw hat

back home from a beach vacation.

What once fit you so well

gets left hanging on the rack.

-The rack. -The rack.

-The rack. -Agneta.

-Are you coming? -Yeah.

It'll be fine.

All right.

Why those shoes?

-Huh? -They're terrible for your back.

I knew I shouldn't have drunk that water.

Coming, coming.

-Anjeta! -Anjeta!

-Anjeta! -Anjeta!

-Yikes. -What?

I was just thinking about last night, when we danced.

How embarrassing.

We're lucky no one saw us.

It'll be such a relief to have you home again.

What a relief. There's no place like home.

Did I mention Linda and I have taken up canoeing?

It's fun.

It's really fun.

Is something wrong?

-What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? -Well, no… I…

-What? Do you need to throw up? -Excuse me…

-Please. -Just let me…

Yeah?

La…

Stop le voiture.

Stop it, Magnus! Stop! I can manage myself!

And by the way, it's not "le voiture." It's "la voiture."

Magnus… you don't have to dance for my sake.

There are lots of people who don't…

There are tons of people who don't like to dance.

You can not dance with Linda, for example. As much as you like.

Dance? What are you talking about?

You know what, Magnus? I don't think I can do this anymore.

I can't go to bed worrying about all the things I've done or said wrong,

what I should or shouldn't do.

I just can't do it. I'm done. I can't anymore.

I can't do it. I just can't do it, you know?

I can't take feeling out of place even one more time. I can't take it.

I seriously can't take it.

Oh my God…

You know what? Never again do I want to take time out of my life

to worry about what someone else thinks, in their life, about me.

I can't do it.

I've wasted so much of my life worrying about what others think of me.

I'm done with it.

I could be living like this!

They exist, Magnus.

People who live differently do exist.

-But they're French people, Agneta. -Huh?

They're French.

No! Well, yes.

But they're curious, Magnus.

They're curious about me.

Curious about… life.

Curious about all kinds of things.

-They don't judge. -What are you doing?

They exist, Magnus. People who don't…

-Good Lord! -…who don't judge.

What are you doing?

Put your clothes on! He might see you!

-People might see you, Agneta. -Yeah. I really hope that people do.

What?

Why are you acting so strangely, Agneta?

-Are you even thinking about our kids? -Our kids?

Our kids are all I think about.

Here you go, kids!

Here's a mother who dares! Who isn't ashamed of who she is!

Or of what people think of her!

Who's happy, Magnus!

I'm happy!

Aren't you happy that I'm happy?

Of course I am.

-But… This isn't you. -What?

This isn't Agneta.

It's not my Agneta.

But it's my Agneta.

That's exactly what it is.

It's my Agneta.

I…

That…

That… is my Agneta.

I'm here!

Agneta is here!

Here!

I'm just…

It's me!

Au revoir, Magnus.

Time to go home.

Yes!

Je m'appelle Agneta!

Welcome home.

Thank you.

Champagne!

Let's drink!