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LOVE ME

Make sure the ashes don't blow this way.

Let me take that.

There...

Give our regards to everyone we know up above.

You've found peace at last, my beloved Kersti.

-OK, kids, I've got to go. -Where are you going?

I'm picking up the last of my things.

-I'm moving in with Anita. -Dad, your timing isn't...

How can you think of your new woman now?

Bringing her here! Are you in your right mind?

-Sten, I'm still warm! -I know it's difficult for you.

-Are you saying you're fine with it? -Meeting Anita so soon...

...has nothing to do with my love for your mom.

-She will always be with me. -But she won't!

A day won't pass without me thinking about her.

-This is crazy. Are you on something? -Dad, you don't know this woman.

You can't move in with someone you don't know.

Or bring her to mom's memorial, or whatever it's called...

-Aron is trying to say... -Fuck you!

What he means is, we know this is a difficult time for you.

The reason you're throwing yourself into the arms of this new woman...

-Her name is Anita. -You're afraid of being alone.

You must get to know each other before you enter into a relationship.

-We're afraid you'll get hurt. -I have to go now.

What's happening? What's happening?!

I don't know, Aron. I don't know.

-This is exciting. -Do you think so?

Thank you.

Lovely.

Nothing to be ashamed of here.

-Lovely house. -I'm happy to hear you say that.

A home says a lot about a person...

...or the people that live in it.

It's quite fascinating actually.

You form a picture of someone and then you're in their home...

...and you discover that person can be like this too.

Yeah, precisely.

It's not necessarily negative.

What happens is, the picture you had of this person is reinforced.

You see other sides of that person, and it's actually...

I'm sorry. I didn't know this was her room.

I didn't mean to snoop.

I just wanted to forget.

I haven't had the energy to sort all this out.

Then I met you and everything was wonderful.

I don't want to grieve anymore.

I want to look to the future.

I told you I'd be here for you.

-I mean that. -I know, I know...

I haven't been able to sort this out by myself.

No, but there are two of us now. I'll help you.

-These too? -Yes, put them in there.

-There... -Yes.

Last one.

-Keep it. -No, no...

We're looking to the future now.

There...

His name is Viktor, my son.

He's fifteen. He's the result of a one-night-stand when I was nineteen.

She chose to keep the baby, but not me.

I should have told you sooner. I tried-

-but I was afraid you'd react like...like you did.

OK.

I didn't know much about being a dad when I was nineteen-

-but we have a good relationship now. We see each other a lot.

-He's great. -That's because he's got a great dad.

You've got some stuff left up there.

OK... I'll pick it up after lunch.

Peter is moving into his new apartment today.

-How do you feel about that? -Good, really good.

-It's the best solution. -You don't mean that.

It's better to take things slowly.

Moving in together after two weeks was so irresponsible.

-Don't you agree? -Well, you know best.

Maybe it isn't the best solution, but it's a bit late now.

I don't want to tell you what to do, but I think you made a mistake.

-You're telling me anyway. -You asked me.

-I need your approval. -To throw him out?

-You're some friend! -He loves you and you rejected him.

Why? Because he happens to have a child.

Damn it! Do you have to be so serious?

First he was too cute - not good. He wanted all-in - not good.

He wanted to move in - not good.

Now you want him out - not good either. What do you want?

I'm not listening to your love problems anymore-

-because you don't have any. What is it with you?

Maybe I don't think I'm worthy of him.

That's exactly what I mean. It doesn't matter what you think.

Peter thinks you're the best thing since sliced bread.

Get yourself some sexy lingerie. Make him see-

-that he's the only one for you. Otherwise someone else will...

-...and then you'll be sorry. -Sexy lingerie?

Do as you please, but don't come crying to me next time.

I'm late. I have to go. See you later.

Clara?

In here!

-Where have you put... Oh! -Surprise.

-I've got a surprise too. -Damn!

This is my son, Viktor. - This is Clara.

Hi.

-This one? -Yes, that's the one.

Thanks.

Yes, well... We're picking up the last box.

-Yeah. -We've done that now...

-Yeah... -Eh...

-Well, see you! -You will.

Thanks.

-Don't forget your frames. -Oh, yes.

-You look so sexy in that. -Stop it.

Some live to eat, I eat to live.

Socrates said that 470 BC.

Maybe he hadn't had yoghurt and sandwiches-

-two hours earlier on his way to work.

No, but that doesn't mean he was wrong.

You can't work if you don't eat. See you in an hour.

Fact-check this for me. It's confidential.

Sure, I'll do that straight after lunch.

Our assistants don't leave anything until after lunch.

-Just so you know. -I'm on it...

...before lunch.

That's lovely. It's so beautiful. It's...

-What is it? -It's abstract.

-But of course! I can see that now. -It's really...nice.

-Do you think so? -Yeah, it's very nice.

Of course it's abstract.

-How are you feeling? -About?

About everything.

It feels so odd.

Very strange...

...clearing away someone who's always been there.

But it feels good too.

Out with the old, in with the new, as we say.

Sten, you're strong.

You make me strong.

You give me courage. A few months ago-

-I wouldn't let anyone see me standing in front of an easel-

-with a paint brush in my hand. But I like it!

I'm not useless at it either, if I may say so.

No, of course you're not. You're not useless at anything.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

-Have you ordered? -You're an hour late.

I'm such a bad friend, sorry.

I got a case to check before lunch.

It said "confidential" on it. I felt like I was in a movie.

OK, tell me more.

-What do you mean? -About the case.

-I can't do that. -Why not?

Because it's classified as confidential.

You're so silly.

-Why won't you talk to her? -Why should I?

-Because she wants to talk to you. -Do you know what I think, Jenny?

-If you break up, you break up. -Words of wisdom.

What's the point in staying in touch. It just brings pain.

I don't want to feel pain anymore. I've had enough of...

...shit and anxiety in my life. I don't want her adding to it.

I'd like to be left alone, do you know what I mean?

I understand, but maybe you need to end it properly-

-so that you can move on.

"You won't find the right one if you don't let go of the wrong one."

Yes, but I think I'm in a good place now.

It's over and that feels good. I don't owe her anything.

She calls me and I don't have to bother answering.

No obligations, none whatsoever. I don't care what she...

-What do you want? -Hi, it's dad.

Oh, sorry dad! What do you want?

Anita and I would like you all to come to dinner tomorrow.

-Can Jenny come too? -Of course.

-See you then. Bye. -Bye.

Dinner. Dad and Anita.

-You're coming too. -No, I...

There's no escape, my dearest friend.

-Hello. -Hi, it's me.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Everything alright? -Yes.

I just want to say I'm thinking of you.

-It's like I see you everywhere. -What is it you see?

-Well, that you're cute. -Thanks. So are you.

I'm so glad you called.

-Well, that's what I wanted to say. -Clara...

-...I miss you. -I miss you too. Sleep well.

-Bye. -Bye.

What the hell...?

To declare a person legally incapacitated? Tell me more.

Let's say it's an old person, an aunt, uncle...

...or dad, maybe.

Are you saying this uncle, aunt or dad isn't behaving normally...

-...is unfit to be a legal guardian? -Let's say he or she...

Let's say he began behaving strangely after his wife died.

It's very clear that he's not in his right mind...sort of.

-Hypothetically? -This may never have happened.

Or maybe it did. Again, I need to know more.

I understand. This whole thing is weird.

It's just that...

-It's sort of "confidential". -I understand.

This is about your dad, isn't it?

Oh my God!

Oh, no! Fucking cat!

Oh my God, that was wonderful! Not the fall, that was quite hard.

I may have cracked a rib.

-Do you think so? -Woman, what are you doing to me?

-Ouch! -I'm re-awakening your senses.

You were never like that with me.

You never threw me onto the table like that.

-Of course I did. -When?

-That time we were in Finland. -On our honeymoon?

-That's 40 years ago. -I threw you onto the table.

It was a sofa-bed, and I don't think you threw me.

-I did. -You pushed me.

-No, no... What are you doing here? -I want to remind you that I exist.

But you don't anymore. You don't exist.

-And... -Everything alright?

Yeah, sure. Everything's fine.

Everything's just fine.

-Hi. -Hi.

Dad is in the shower.

I'd like to apologize for the way I was dressed last time-

-for our first meeting.

So, what are your favorite subjects?

Are you for real?

What kind of fucking question is that?

If you want to get to know me-

-you'll have to ask more interesting questions.

-So what do you think is interesting? -Badminton...

...and politics.

Neither are my forte.

But I know quite a bit about other stuff.

Such as epidurals and emergency C-sections.

-Hi. -Hi.

-So here you are, bonding. -Yes.

-Hi. -Hi.

-You look nice. -Thanks.

-This won't do. I need to change. -No, you don't.

-I'll change. -You're fine, don't go...

OK.

It was really nice meeting you in any case.

-Nice? -Mm.

-Do you think this is nice? -That's what people say:

"Nice meeting you."

You know what? I haven't paid for parking.

I just remembered. I had better do that.

Could you tell Peter I'll be in the car?

It was nice meeting you, Viktor. Or, well...

Damn!

-Hi. -Hi.

-Are you OK? -Yes, I'm fine.

-That's a bit low for driving. -Do you think so?

-I always drive like this. -OK...

Fasten your seat belt.

-Are you listening to Paul Desmond? -Yeah.

-I love Paul Desmond. -Me too.

The Dave Brubeck Quartet should be called The Paul Desmond Quartet.

-He wrote "Take Five". -Exactly.

He always tried to sound like a Dry Martini...

-...and he did. -Yeah.

-They called him "The Stork." -So I believe.

The Stork.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Really? I guessed as much.

I've missed you.

-Have you missed me? -Yes.

-Why don't you say so? -I've missed you.

-You know what I feel? -My inner thigh.

I feel you should get off the road, find a secluded spot...

...recline your seat a bit more, and I'll...

No!

-What's that? -Nutmeg.

There shouldn't be nutmeg in this.

A pinch of nutmeg enhances all flavors.

Sten!

Silly you!

This looks lovely.

What if they don't think I've made an effort?

-The table setting is beautiful. -OK, they can't complain about that.

-I'm beginning to feel nervous! -They'll be happy for my sake.

It's that simple.

-Oh... -Calm down, Aron!

My dad should calm down - clearing away mom's things like that.

What's the matter with him? He's so self-centered.

Why should I have to have dinner with his new flame?

This whole thing is crazy!

-I think he's going mad. -You're going mad.

I can't do anything about it, unless he displays symptoms...

-...like schizophrenia. -So he's schizophrenic too.

A person cannot be declared legally incompetent unless...

-Isn't that Clara's car? -I'd better check it out.

Get a room!

Clara, pass the bread please. Not with your hands, the basket.

-This is really good. -Do you think so? Thank you.

-Anita is a wonderful cook. -Tastes great!

I think it tastes a little strange.

-It does. -It tastes great, Anita.

Thanks, Jenny.

I suggest you skip the nutmeg next time.

It takes over the other flavors.

Is there nutmeg in this? I thought I recognized the taste.

-A pinch of nutmeg... -...enhances all flavors.

Mom put nutmeg in anything and everything.

I read somewhere that nutmeg can produce-

-an effect similar to amphetamine, reminiscent of being drunk.

OK...

That's what I... I certainly don't abuse nutmeg-

-but this is delicious, really delicious.

-Thanks for having me. -Thank you.

Stop it! They're in love.

Dad was in love with mom. He's not in love with that half-wit.

He's just confused. He doesn't know what he's doing.

He's just afraid of being alone. Anita is a rebound.

-She seems nice. -You think she seems nice?

She's high on nutmeg, running around:

"Have some more of my vegetarian stew". No thanks!

Especially not when you've flavored it with my mom's spice.

Kersti didn't own the rights to nutmeg.

I think you know what I mean.

Hey...

It's not easy to sit here and watch...

Dad did everything he could for mom those last years.

-I don't know... -Does it feel strange?

-No. -That he met someone?

I think it's wonderful that he found love again.

It's just that it's all happening so fast.

If it feels right, it feels right.

Don't you ever get enough?

What are you afraid of?

Right now I'm afraid dad will walk in and see me up against his sink.

-Peter, can you give me a hand? -Of course.

-Thanks. -"Spisa Ribb". Top quality.

They belonged to my parents. From the 60s.

1955. Stig Lindberg designed them for Gustavsberg-

-for the H55 Exhibition in Helsingborg.

-They're on Swedish postage stamps. -You know your stuff. I'm impressed.

-I'm impressed too. -Give her a chance.

-Why? -Because...

...she's got fine Swedish porcelain.

You sure know how to set a table, Anita.

-"Spisa Ribb", and everything. -Thanks for those kind words, Clara.

-This cake is like...wow! -It's alright.

It's delicious, really delicious.

Would you like to see Sten's painting?

Don't you like it?

-Isn't it nice? -It's lovely, dad.

What's so funny? - You said you liked it.

-You said so. -It looks like a child's painting.

-A clever child. -Don't quit your day job, dad.

Enough, you've had your fun with me now.

Sorry, dad.

I would like to say a few words.

-I'll start with Aron. -OK.

I know that Kersti's death affected you deeply.

It should have affected all of us.

-You were the apple of her eye. -Yep, you sure were.

You were incredibly close.

It was hard to get in there between you two.

I want you to know that I'll always be here for you, Aron.

Now more than ever.

Thanks, dad.

-Clara... -That's me.

Yes, I think I remember that.

I know that your mom found it hard-

-to express her love for you. And I feel...

...ashamed that I never told her to tell you that she loved you.

I think that you really needed to hear that.

The reason she found it hard to show her love was-

-you reminded her of the person she was when she was young.

Clara, you are a copy of her.

I'm so glad you met Peter.

He seems to have shown you what a fantastic woman you are.

Thanks Peter, and welcome to the family.

-Thanks -And you, Anita.

It must feel strange sitting here with my children-

-listening to me giving a speech about my deceased wife.

The reason I feel that I can do this is because-

-you are a truly amazing human being.

I'm never met a person as selfless-

-and caring as you are.

To be given a second chance...

...to meet someone...

...so kind and so thoughtful...

...it's almost too much to take in.

I'm not stupid. I know this happened very fast.

-To say the very least. -Cut it out, Aron.

I want to be here. I want to paint yachts...

I think you should try another hobby.

Quiet now, I want to stay in this moment.

I want to stay in your universe forever.

And that's why...

What are you doing? Stand up, dad.

What are you doing? Get on your feet.

You can't...

-Anita, will you marry me? -Quiet!

-Yes, I want to marry you! -You do?

Yes, I want to marry you!

-Yes. -Congratulations.

This is great, really great.

-It's great. -Really great.

Really wonderful!

-Thanks, bye! -Bye, Aron.

-Thanks Anita. -Bye, everyone.

-Dad, what would mom have said? -Aron...

-No, Jenny! -What would she say about all this?

What if she heard that speech you made?

What would she say if she knew you remarried minutes after she died?

It's so weird, dad!

It's crazy. Listen, you...

You're confused, dad. That's understandable.

Your feelings are all over the place. I understand that, it's normal-

-but stop pretending you're someone that you're not.

This isn't the new you. You haven't been re-born.

You will always be the same. You can't change just like that.

-My dear son... -Don't fucking start!

Let go of me!

You cleared away everything.

Fucking everything that has to do with mom.

It's as if she never existed.

You're trying to forget her by shacking up with her-

-but what about us? She was our mom too.

Aron?

You can't erase her from my life without asking me first.

-I didn't think... -You didn't, and look at us now!

That's the way I feel about it.

Aron?

I'll look after him. Thanks for everything.

I'm happy for you both.

-Me too. Congratulations. -Thanks...

Take care of each other.

I'm going to... I...

-I'll talk to Aron. -Yeah.

-I'm so proud of you. -Proud of me?

You did well in there. All families have problems.

You did well.

Hello!

Hi. How are things?

You should have been here an hour ago.

Is it that late? - I just need to go to the bathroom.

-Hi. -What are you doing here?

I was planning on...

-Don't you get it? -What?

I've never had a dad until now. You can't come here and ruin that.

-I'm not going to come between you. -That's what you're doing.

If you love my dad then get out of here.

Did you really have to do that?

I say what I think. I'm not like him.

You don't always have to speak your mind.

-He met his soul mate. -It was bad timing, in that case.

I know, but we have no control over our feelings.

They can take us by surprise.

This could be the one for him. It doesn't matter-

-if it's bad timing because she was there when he needed her the most.

Someone who loves him unconditionally...

-Goodnight, Aron. -Goodnight.

What are you doing here? I tried calling you 100 times.

-And I didn't answer once. Get it? -That's why I came by.

You're crazy. Stop stalking me. I'm actually trying to forget you.

-I don't want you in my life. -I'm pregnant.

Pregnant?

You're going to be a father, Aron.

You were right. I'm emotionally unstable. I'm sorry.

The twins have a fever.

I need you now. I don't want to be alone.

OK, come in.

I'm sorry, Kersti! What the hell am I doing?

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