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That's enough now, Kathrine. That's enough.

I don't know why it turned out like it did, but it did.

I know it didn't have to be. You didn't need to hide behind

dementia or whatever it's called?

I don't know what the hell it is. You didn't need to.

I'm alive. Maja's alive. We're alive.

Can you not fucking get up out of bed and go out and live?

No, no. Of course you can't. Because it's your grief.

It's your fucking grief.

A grief that you build up to hide behind.

That's cowardly, Kathrine. You know that? It's cowardly.

Who is left here? Who's left? It's us.

You're not sick.

You're not demented. You don't belong here.

So... There you go.

Now it's your turn to take responsibility and be the adult.

I can't bear it anymore. I can't.

If we'd had more time together, I know what I would've used it for.

I would have asked you about what was on your mind...

if you had the time to think about anything.

Before the crash.

If... You, kind of thought that was your life.

You were born. You lived.

And suddenly it was all over.

Dad: seven missed calls.

I've no idea why we bother ourselves with all

this thinking constantly.

About life being such a big deal. So damn important.

That it sort of overrides everything.

Maybe we should think that life isn't so important.

That it's coincidental.

That we should stop holding on to it so hard.

Hi, you've reached Anders' voicemail. Leave a message and...

Hi, you've reached Anders' voicemail. Leave a...

Good morning.

Have you been sitting here for a long time?

You?

Yeah. We brainstormed some security companies yesterday.

A surveillance camera was mounted on the cabin which burned down.

-Oh yes, brainstorming. -Yeah.

Who is "we"?

Listen, I understand it’s a bit much at the moment, Johan.

It is.

Who is "we", I asked?

It looks like we're facing a murder by fire, Johan.

In a couple of days we'll have to ask for assistance.

We just have to cast aside everything we consider prestige.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means that I see you're tired, Johan. That's all it means.

What is it with you these days?

-What is it? -Yes.

No, it's just a little too much, right now.

Isn't that what you want me to say?

But you need to take it easy and relax.

Okay?

Yes, Nerbygd police.

Hi.

Okay?

I understand.

No, no, no. It's good that you called.

I'll take a look into it, then I'll call you back.

Yes, thank you. Goodbye.

That was Anders Angell's neighbour.

He was concerned.

-Anders Angell, Maja's Father. -I know who Anders Angell is!

Good.

-Dad? -Mhm?

Where are my shoes?

-Are they not in the hallway? -No.

-Have you looked in your room? -They're not there.

-Dad! -Hmm?

They’re here. Exactly where they normally are.

Oh, I didn't see them.

You're just as bad at looking for things as your mum.

No, I'm not.

Now get dressed so you're not late for school.

-Can you not drive me? -Daddy has to work.

Don't run.

There's no point in doing that.

There's just more forest.

The road out here was closed this winter after a landslide.

Nobody comes here anymore.

I think maybe it's best that you do as I say.

Come here.

Maja... Hey, hey. Come on. Come.

You can't escape from me.

I'm not scared.

What did you say?

I'm not scared.

Can you speak Norwegian, you think?

I'm not scared of you.

Hm.

I would be.

I've always been scared of losing control.

But everyone has that, right? It's a kind of primordial fear.

You know that dream. That you have before you fall asleep.

That feeling of falling, and falling, and falling, and falling.

I've always hated that feeling.

I can see you're scared.

But it's not dangerous to be scared, Elle.

The dangerous thing is to be completely safe.

Because then you become careless.

Do you not agree?

There are so many who are careless.

I can't understand...

I can't understand why you got into the car of a unknown man.

I wonder what it's like.

What's it like to be so vulnerable?

I’m here for you. You know that. No matter what.

Your dad called me.

What? Why?

Paranoia. Obsessions. We've been through this before.

I'm not sick!

Look. I have a deep respect, that you have to process...

-Process? -Your experiences.

So you don't believe me?

There are better ways of doing it, that's all I'm saying.

You can get help.

And I understand that what you're going through is really difficult.

I really do.

But you can't mix your private traumas with your work.

-Why not? -It's unprofessional.

Why?

Because...

Okay, because it's academically unforgivable

to let your subjective experiences colour the work, the research.

Then it's no longer research.

Do you realise that you're destroying this for yourself?

Your dissertation will be rejected. You're in a deep ethical quagmire.

-I hear everyone say that, but... -But what?

Exactly what did Dad say to you?

He asked me to take care of you. A bit.

Alcohol. Drugs. You know.

I'm here. Okay?

Everything's going to be fine.

Glory to you...

-Lord of the power of death. -You can stop singing now, Mum.

Glory to you ...

-Lord of the power of death. -Mum.

Mum!

Not now, Maja.

Are you ready for the family gathering?

Yeah.

Everything ok?

How are you doing?

It's always you, uncle and auntie, who takes care of everything.

Who invites to the memorial service.

Sorting the food and serving drinks.

While my mum just falls apart. And my dad...

Disappears.

This is a very strange day.

The whole thing is like a deja vu. I don't know if you remember, but

the funeral of you brother and all that stuff?

Maja. Are you okay?

I need some air.

Maja, Maja. Come here!

Come here!

Maja.

Evil people!

Just sitting there and drinking your fucking coffee.

Keeping your mouths shut.

You know exactly what happened, but you don't say a fucking thing.

Fucking hell. Bloody people!

Something happened here. Right here.

The man who killed Sofie is the same who...

Okay, okay. Who what?

I experienced something when I was a little girl... Right here.

And I was living here with my uncle and aunt a while after

my brother was killed in that... accident.

And then something happened here.

And they said it was just a bad dream.

And no one wanted to listen to me, and there was no space for my problems.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

It's all right. It's okay.

Just breathe.

It's okay. Breathe.

Listen to me. Let's go home. Yeah?

Let's go home.

Hello?

Mhm?

And... She wants to talk to me?

Are you sure?

Yes. Okay. Mhm. I'm coming. Bye.

-Edward? -Yeah?

I need to go see my mum. I'll be back in an hour.

Okay.

-Hi, Mum. -Hi.

They said that you... That you wanted to see me.

Yes, eh...

Hi. Yes, it was me who called you.

Yes? And she asked for me?

Yes, it's a little unusual, but...

Otherwise I wouldn't have called you.

Yes, and now I'm here.

Jesus.

Wow.

Shit. That's quite a collection of sedatives you have.

What is this, mum?

-Is it mine? -Yes.

What is this?

What the fuck is this?

You know what? I can also not give a fuck.

How many milligrams do you take of this per day?

I just want to escape as well. Let everything turn to fluff.

-Well, this is cosy, huh? -Hi.

How many of those has she had? Does she dose herself?

Shit, you become both demented and a drug addict here.

But you know that. Maybe that's the point.

Can't I get a bed here as well? I want to sign off too.

Come on.

Lets get out of here now. Come on.

There you go. All the way in.

Look, Mum.

Isn't it nice? Hm? We've been here lots of time before.

Here.

Give me your hand.

Those... are the last you'll get.

We're going up the stair here.

Yes.

So just let me know when you're ready to talk.

What the fuck do you think you're doing, Maja?

What someone else should have done twenty years ago.

You're probably breaking several laws as we speak.

-The police will be looking for her. -Yeah.

Can't you just go for a walk or something? I need to think.