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His French embassy boyfriend
has been spying on us.

I'll have to break up with him.
I shouldn't have to do that.

I'm your boss and I'm telling you
you'll have to do it.

Is this the best you can do?

"Is this the best you can do?"

Thomas just wants you
to be the best you can.

I'm resigning.

THE AMBASSADOR

-So you know why you're here?
-Yes, I have an idea.

Actually not.
I'm the victim here, don't you agree?

You seem to be hesitating.

Tell me from the start.
What happened?

It all started one snowy day in
1964 at Östersund general hospital.

I was joking there.

It started maybe seven years ago.

When I started working for
Mr Hofwander.

You mean today, with...

It started like two hours ago,

after a long, hard day.

We were preparing a celebration,
in case we got an important call.

From your government, actually.

We were waiting to see
if we were one of the countries

competing for this
aeroplane contract.

After that...

I was going home.

I was supposed to go home.

Very good water.

2 HOURS EARLIER

Nothing.

-What?
-No.

No, we won't hear
about the deal today.

-What do we do now?
-Go home, go to sleep.

Thank you. Sleep deprivation can have
serious consequences.

Diabetes, dementia
and ultimately death.

Always nice to finish the day
on a high. Leave before you die.

But not Andreas.
Where is he? Has he gone home?

I'm here, at my desk.

You're joking. Didn't you see me
when you came out of your office?

I suppose there's some paperwork
to finalise.

Yes, there's no point delaying.

Definitely not.

Five minutes. I'll have to write to
Stockholm about the non-news.

Don't worry. I've waited before,
but this is the last time.

I need to close my pigeonhole anyway.

Good. I have no idea what that means,
but go ahead.

After that we can celebrate.
Although that may be the wrong word.

It's a shame not to enjoy
all the Champagne...

Warming up.

Yes...

Congratulations, Axel.

Well, well.

Good luck with everything.

Yes, this place will be
so much quieter.

Really so much quieter without...

Right.

Quieter...

Okay.

Don't worry. We may meet again.

I'm not going to die.

No, speaking of which,
I need to go. I'm so tired.

Sleep well.

-Bye.
-Bye.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you, too.

I don't know you that well,
but it was good working together.

We worked alongside each other,
but...

It...

It was nice working in the same
office. This is a really nice office.

Only one thing left for me to do.

Expenses?

I think it's his resignation letter.

Also a toughie.

So this is it.

How about a last glass
before you disappear for good?

I won't be disappearing for good.

My body will be present
somewhere else. Life goes on.

But...

This is for you.

Gold. And handwritten.

Is it a leaving present?
I have nothing for you.

No, it's not from me.
I found it in my closed pigeonhole.

Someone has misplaced it, or knows
that you don't check your pigeonhole.

It's either an idiot, or someone
who knows what they're doing.

And my resignation.
I need your signature.

When you're done with
the vitally important envelope,

maybe you could put a scribble there.

-So you gave him the envelope?
-Yes.

But I want to be clear
that it was not from me.

I just... Don't kill the messenger.

As they say.
Not you. The English.

Damn, it's tough.

-What the hell was that?
-Envelope containing white powder!

Fuck!

-What's...
-Take it easy, Andreas.

I'm sure it's nothing, but we have
our routines for these things.

-Breathe, Andreas.
-What's going on?

This is a routine all embassies have.
Nothing to worry about.

The embassy is in lockdown
due to suspected anthrax threat.

How did you take the news that you
could be poisoned with anthrax?

I was shocked. Not just because of
the threat to my life.

This was a threat
to democracy itself. Horrifying.

I was pretty cool about it.

Anthrax!

-Open the door.
-Calm down.

Anthrax is a US invention in order to
blame terrorism on the Middle East.

Maybe. Or it's an airborne infection,
killing 95 per cent of victims.

95 per cent? My God. Open the door!

It's safe to assume
it's one of the two.

-Open the door!
-Calm down, Andreas.

Bullet proof glass and grates.

Calm down. God.

Breathe, Andreas. Take a deep breath.

Yes, let's breathe in deeply some-
thing that is 95 per cent lethal.

It's probably just
flower and baking powder.

Yes! Someone is trying to
bake us to death.

It's often just empty threats.
You know that.

Sometimes people take drastic
measures in order to make a point.

Is this really the moment
to score easy points?

There are so many points flying
around, I can hardly count them.

You know what I mean. You're saying
my resignation is an empty threat.

Come on, Andreas.
Not everything is about you.

This in particular
could be an empty threat. Or not.

"Or not." There are two alternatives.
How can you feel so calm?

There's nothing I can do about it.
Either we'll die, or we won't.

Those are wise words indeed. Why
don't you put them on your tombstone?

With the addition:
"He was right - he died."

Dear God.

Google the risk
if it's opened in an adjoining room

with a large window
and the door ajar.

So your average everyday search.

Fuck me. There's a whole thread
about it on Family life.

During lockdown, ventilation is shut
down in order to minimise the risk.

The risk of you being infected
is low, or non-existent.

-Sounds like a bloke guessing.
-It's a woman.

A woman guessing like a bloke. The
second most common type of guess.

After old man guessing like a bloke
and normal bloke guessing like one.

Isabelle. I think she knows
what she's talking about.

The question is
how those two are doing.

Andreas seems to have calmed down.

-Raised temperature?
-No.

-Weakened immune system?
-How can you tell?

It doesn't say.

Wound-like abscesses
around throat and or waist?

I'm not a doctor,

but it probably takes more than five
minutes for symptoms to show.

You're right. You're not a doctor.

How are your airways? Is it easy
to breathe or are you struggling?

It's not the breathing
I'm struggling with.

What are you... Oh, it's me.

-What do we do now?
-Good news. We get paid overtime.

Continue lockdown until the disease
control unit and army arrive.

The army?
Isn't that a bit exaggerated?

They probably put that in
for a laugh.

This is the most serious threat
to an embassy ever.

Or the most serious empty threat
to an embassy ever.

Listen, the army and the disease
control unit will storm the building.

They are likely to ask questions.
What happened? Who did what?

I'll be writing that down.
Unless you want me to write that

you only contributed stupid questions
you'd better start writing.

What were you two doing? Were you
talking about anything special?

No. No.

No, it was just a normal,
standard conversation.

"Hello, how are you?

I'm fine. How are you?"
And so on.

I often tell myself
that this job will kill me.

But I didn't imagine it
quite so literally.

Or, actually I did.

-Am I that bad to work with?
-Yes.

You are that bad.

Just look at the shit we're in.

If it's not murder threats,
it's something else.

You force your staff

to go out with foreign spies...

Sorry,
I meant suspected foreign spies.

One suspected foreign spy.
Not plural.

I...

I'm sorry about that.

It was a one off. Singular.

The odd thing about your one offs,
is that there are so many of them.

I'm fed up.

-Me too.
-I'm fed up with you.

My first memory of my grandma

is of her sitting in the kitchen,
smoking her cigarettes, as usual.

She had thinner cigarettes,
more refined.

She's sitting in her cloud of smoke,
looking at me.

She says:
"He's something else, isn't he?"

I'm three or four years old.
I don't know what she means.

But I realise
that it carries some significance.

Do you understand?
I get a kind of label.

I was different.

Ever since
early secondary school...

I was the dork.
The bloody faggot.

I had no friends. Who wants to be
friends with a bloody faggot?

Again, a label.

This is most tragic, but what does it
have to do with our conversation?

-I haven't finished.
-Okay.

I'm talking about the most important
thing in my life, control.

Do you understand?

Yes, and I find it interesting
what you're telling me,

-but I don't see the connection.
-I still haven't finished.

I'm 11 years old
and I'm trying to take control.

Every little thing,
I'm trying to take control over.

But do you know
what one can't control?

I suspect it's a rhetorical question.

People's views. You can't control
what other people think of you.

But that's okay. It's okay.

But at work I'm 100 per cent
in control and I'm bloody good.

Yes, and that's why it's so strange
that you're leaving.

No, it's not strange, because
I'm not in control of anything.

I'm not in control of anything.
You're in control.

Of my job, my life. Everything!

Just like the boys of 6B,
you're meddling in everything.

-What's that on your neck?
-What?

Both of you look a bit bruised.
How come?

-I fell down the stairs.
-I fell down the stairs.

What's that on your neck?
You've got a wound there.

It's from shaving.
I had a shave earlier.

It's wound-like abscesses.

-It's from shaving.
-Let me see.

-Shit. Stop it.
-Show me.

-Let go. Stop it!
-Stop it!

What the hell are you doing?

-You're just making it worse.
-Andreas!

-Don't touch it.
-Andreas!

-Stop it!
-No!

Stop!

What the hell?

Don't be angry with me.
It's flour in the case.

-The fucker!
-What's going on? What's this?

It's not anthrax.
It's Thomas Hofwander.

Okay. Good news:
It's not anthrax.

-I filled the envelope with flour.
-Are you serious? What the hell?

-How could you be so stupid?
-I'm glad I can surprise people.

-This is not the time.
-Let's focus on what's important.

You're as healthy as an
antibiotic-loaded Danish piglet.

What the hell are you...

You've placed the whole embassy
in lockdown.

You've made a murder threat
against you, me and all staff.

No. Well, yes.

We were supposed to be alone. It
wasn't meant to be such a big thing.

Splendid. Reveal your brilliant idea.
What was meant to happen?

It may seem strange, but I wanted
some time alone with you.

And to be sure you couldn't storm out
when I tried to convince you to stay.

So a murder threat was
your best idea? What the hell?

I actually believe I said it myself,

that drastic measures may be required
in order to make a point.

Okay, I...

Sorry.

-I don't deserve you.
-No. No.

One: What are you doing?
Two: They'll be here any minute.

What are you doing?

This never happened.

You'll go to prison for this.

You haven't seen anything.
Sit down and shut up. For ever.

There you are!
I do stuff and you resolve stuff.

We're meant to work together.
Where would I be without you?

It's never been about that.

The question is
who would I be without you?

Do you have any idea
who might be behind this?

I'm absolutely sure it has to be
the biggest idiot to walk this earth.

Does Thomas have any known enemies?

-Don't we all?
-Are you one of them?

No, why do you believe that?

We found that resignation
on the floor.

-Is it yours?
-This? No.

Yes, but it's fake. It's a joke.

It's funny in Swedish. But...

Sometimes you have to do stupid
things, in order to prove a point.

Oops.

Aren't we keeping that until we know
the outcome of the jet deal?

The fact that you're back
is bigger and clearly more important.

I'm quite happy with the fact
that my plan worked out.

Your plan was useless.

It's the most stupid thing
anyone has ever done.

-But it made you change your mind.
-Yes, okay.

In all its uselessness

it showed that you have the ability
to care about others.

Knowing that
I'm not in control of you

is also a kind of control.
I'll have to live with that.

Feedback on that first bit:

Correct. Then you messed up a bit
when you talked about control.

I know how much I mean to you now.

Quite a lot. Scary actually.

-You'd better not go too far.
-Don't push it.

Thomas Hofwander,
Swedish Ambassador.

Yes, I'm still up. We had a bit of
a scare, but everything's okay.

Never mind.
What's happening over there?

Okay. Thank you.

We are one of two
remaining countries.

Great.

Should we have saved the champers?

This is the cheap stuff.
The good one is still on ice.

Subtitles: Anna Townend
www.plint.com