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Can I pay you 100 kroner for that?

-Make sure you're heartfelt. -I'll be super heartfelt.

-Don't be ironic. -I'm not being ironic!

I'm a heartfelt and professional yoga practitioner

with really professional yoga clothes.

Hey...

Hold on a sec.

Raisins.

Open it.

It's from your bag from the hospital.

I took it so you wouldn't be arrested.

You're welcome.

But hey...

-Why did you search my bag? -I was looking for gum.

I had bad breath, and since you were dying, everyone was standing close.

But don't smoke in here. It creates black marks on the walls.

There's a reason I don't have any candles.

So these things aren't candles?

-No, they're LEDs. -What?

Oh my God! How far has humanity evolved?

Remember to give Fly and Onion carrots and cucumbers.

Yes. You have identical diets.

Turn the spots off at night. I don't want people looking in.

-No. -You know what? I'll just...

There.

BELOW

But hey, if you win,

will you send the creepy neighbor a message?

-Shush! Stop it! -It's in the hands of fate.

-It's exciting. -He's the reason for the separation.

And he's really handsome.

Jesus Christ.

-What? Hi! -I'll have to borrow your bath tub.

-Are you all right? -Yes.

-I just want to take a bath. -Okay.

I'm heading out, you see.

I'm going to the Effie Awards.

That won't mean anything to you, but it's an award

for good marketing campaigns.

I'm nominated in three categories this year.

But you're home, right?

We can have a glass of pét-nat later.

That's so funny.

Can you put this in the fridge?

I'm leaving soon too.

-Where are you going? -To grief yoga with Jill.

It's a bit crazy, but it's not...

Do you know if Fam has a bath pillow?

Yes.

It's in the basket in the bathroom, under the cabinet.

Oh, you...

Penis symbols everywhere.

Hello! Mom!

-Hi. -Hi.

Good job today. Did you enjoy it?

Yeah, it was nice.

I'm sorry you couldn't get me to cry.

-I hope you're not offended. -I can see a little tear there.

No.

What?

-Want to grab a cup of cocoa? -Cocoa?

-Yeah. -Shit. Yes.

Yeah, let's do that. Can you get my wheelchair?

-Let's meet properly. -Hi.

-How are you, Heidi? -I'm fine.

It was four months since Helle died on Monday.

Yes, I know. I was thinking of you.

Time moves fast and slowly at the same time.

It's really weird.

Kurt died... What is it? Six months ago?

I think it's seven months.

It's so weird. I used to remember how long...

Seven months and two weeks.

How are you doing? Any progress in your case?

No, the driver was blameless, so the case was dropped.

But it's fine. We've made up.

Good.

But I was referring to the guy who assaulted you.

Sorry. I'm the section leader

of the investigation section for sexual crimes.

In here, I just try to be a bereaved person,

but I'm wondering if he's been arrested.

No, I haven't reported it.

Because I had...

It sort of got lost because of the whole coma thing.

But it's not too late.

You know that.

What? It's not too late? I didn't know that!

-Why would it be too late? -I don't know.

We've never talked about it.

I spent time processing the fact that it's too late.

I think it might be too late, 'cause I can't remember his face,

and I have no evidence left on my body.

I've showered in the last seven months.

-Three times, actually. -Maybe we should try?

He's walking around out there.

He's ruined her relationship with men.

Jill, I've managed to put it behind me, actually.

It was just a near-rape, so I'm trying to take it as a compliment.

Honestly! Why can't you just report it?

That's my choice, since it's my attempted rape.

Yeah. But Kurt died.

Yes.

But it won't lead to anything. Right, officer?

I would recommend that you report it.

The more people report rapes, the bigger the consequences will be

for men who commit rapes.

I was about to say that.

And if he's done something similar to someone else,

a report will help strengthen their case.

Yeah.

That hadn't crossed my mind. I get it.

Jesus Christ. Of course I'll report it.

Yeah. I'll do it one of these days.

-Yeah. -Yes.

Or I can go home and book an appointment now.

I get that it's stressful to have to go down to the station,

so we can just do it now.

-Get it over with. -Now?

That's not legal, is it?

-Yes. -No.

Yes, it's legal.

Right.

Where should I begin?

Wherever you want.

Right.

I was meeting Kurt for some beers, and...

after a few beers, he went home

to eat dinner with Jill's parents and meet them for the first time.

I stayed and had another beer, and then I went home.

And on the way home...

I could smell that someone was smoking...

hashish, or marijuana.

So I just...

I saw a guy sitting on a bench and smoking,

so I walked over to him

and asked if I could buy his joint for 100 kroner.

Just...

I just wanted to relax in front of the TV.

I just wanted a puff.

He said yes and gave me the joint, and I put it in my purse.

And then...

when I was about to pay, he said that 100 kroner wasn't enough.

He wanted more.

So then...

he put his hand down my pants and held me in place, and then...

I fell down, or we ended up on the ground.

I think I kicked him.

I was able to get away and start running.

So I ran, but he followed me.

I ran and hid behind an electrical box.

And I called Kurt.

I told him our code word: "tramp stamp."

It means I'm in danger.

But the guy found me.

But before... I mean, nothing happened. He couldn't...

I don't know. He wasn't able to... Before anything happened,

Kurt was there and threw him off, and he ran away.

-Good. -That's really good.

And later, Kurt was biking you home, and that's when you were run over,

and Kurt died, and you ended up in a wheelchair.

Yeah. That's right.

I'm sorry. I've just never heard the details of that night before.

I only knew that Kurt and I and my parents were having dessert,

and then you called, and Kurt got really pale and said he had to go.

And the next thing that happened

was when they called from the hospital to say he was dead.

It's really sad to hear all of this, but it makes me really proud of him.

He saved his friend.

Yeah.

-Thank you for sharing. -You're welcome. Yes.

I'll have to ask you to repeat everything,

and I'll ask you some questions along the way.

Okay.

I agreed to do yoga and ended up reporting it.

-Would you like to grab a beer? -No, I have to feed Onion and Fly.

I can be your tramp stamp.

That was your code word, right? When you called?

We can make up a new one, but I thought I could be yours.

Are you having a good day?

We don't have to talk. It's fine.

Right.

-Where have you been? -Jesus Christ. Are you still here?

-Did you bring a poke bowl? -What? No.

I texted you.

I asked you to stop by Pacific Poke since you always take a taxi.

I got a text message from you with a link and the number 4.

The place and the number on the menu.

I didn't get that. It looked like a scam.

That's fine.

It was just the only thing I wanted.

-I haven't eaten in 16 hours. -That's a long time.

I'm going to bed.

I lost my authorization to work as a psychologist.

I've been involved with some clients,

and someone has reported me.

Shit!

That sucks.

Would you like some marijuana?

But... I mean, four guys in 32 years isn't a whole lot.

Five.

-Five? -Radin.

Right. Oh my God. Does he know?

He reads me like an open book. It's so exhausting.

-What did he say? -He wasn't exactly overjoyed.

I just hope he's moved out when I get back tomorrow.

The Board of Health Supervision thinks I've put them at risk.

Okay?

It's really hard to not feel like a bad person now.

There's such a huge fucking pressure to be a good person.

You should be allowed to be a little selfish too

and not always be nice and friendly

and take care of everything and everyone all the time.

I had a client who was abused by a man

who had just become a participant in one of the first reality shows.

-Really? -She saw him on TV almost daily.

Her PTSD was so severe that she lost her hair.

-She didn't look good, poor thing. -Shit.

Once the show was over, I thought he would disappear.

But no. All of Norway wanted more of him.

He was everywhere.

And my client got worse and worse every time I saw her.

The Monday after he was picked as "The People's Favorite,"

she didn't show up to our session.

She'd had enough.

So now she's dead, and he's still one of Norway's biggest celebrities.

Fucking hell.

Maybe I've made some mistakes in my work...

but I weed out some people with issues.

And I save some people.

Yeah.

It's that guy from the Omega-3 ad.

No! What the fuck? The guy with the dimples?

Oh my Lord! Really?

Would I...

pass that personality test, do you think?

-You? -Yes.

Do you see any issues?

Mia.

Mia!

There you are.

What are you doing here?

-I know what you'll say, so just go. -What will I say?

That you're leaving me, of course.

I didn't come here to the middle of nowhere just to leave you.

I don't want to talk about it. It contaminates my process.

It will be fine.

You don't know how hard it is to be a woman

who won't accept that she's getting older.

-No, I don't. -I might never want to discuss it.

You can watch TV in silence for the rest of your life if you want.

As long as my philanderer comes back home with me.

Hey!

Would you like to come too?

-No. -Okay.

-You should take a bath too. -Yeah, right.

-Bye. -Bye.

Oh my God. Fuck. Calm down.

This is from your house? You have garden in your home?

-No comprendo. -You don't understand.

Ouch!

You want coffee and Bailey's?

Speak Norwegian!

Would you like to join me for everything I've planned?

I don't know. Not everything.

-Not everything. -Maybe not.

We're going to track down a real man's man.

You'll be shocked. A man I met back in '86.

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-Hi, this is Eigil speaking. -Hi there.

I just wanted to say that...

my best friend is dead, and it's my fault,

and nobody knows that it's my fault, so...

I don't know what to do, because everyone treats me

like they should feel sorry for me.

But I'm really just a fucking awful person.

I ruin everyone I get close to,

and everything I touch turns to shit.

And I don't know what to do.

Now you can say your thing.

This is Circle K in Porsgrunn,

so I think you called the wrong number.

-Sorry. -You don't have to hang up.

I've lived a life too, you know.

Right. You don't have any customers?

No, it's a little quiet.

There's a new road, you see, so the trucks don't come here anymore.

That sucks.

But why are you so afraid of telling the truth?

What have you done?

Have you done something awful?

Yeah... No, sorry.

No!

No! Fuck! Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Fam?

Time for a midnight snack.

-No, watch the scarf. -It's fine. There.

Yes, sir!

-I usually keep it tidier in here. -The place looks great.

Everything is so nice. You have so many nice things.

A lot of vases.

Hey, this is going to be all right. You just have to air it out.

Thank you so much for helping. That was really kind.

And I'm really sorry I woke you guys up.

No, that's no problem. It was a rush.

It's exciting when something happens around here.

It's okay to say that. The house is all right.

-Yes, of course it's okay. -Good.

Okay. Enjoy your dinner.

-Yeah. -Yes.

Yes.

I'm leaving, then.

Should I...? Yes. Thank you for...

Thank you for today, and for tonight.

-Okay. -Bye.

Yeah.

I'm so fucking sorry.

Talk louder, so you don't sound like a psycho.

I'm sorry.

What's that on your face?

-Is that paint? -No.

Are you painting with the creepy neighbor?

-What are you painting? -You filled my house with smoke.

Yes.

And I won the gold in Social Purpose Campaign.

-Did you? -Yes.

Congrats. You're amazing.

Was it fun to do it without a window in the way?

Oh my God, Fam.

-I'm sorry. -Yeah.

Shit. Should I buy new ones?

-I can do that. -It's fine.

What am I doing? Pål has to learn that both animals and people die.

If I die, he won't get a new mom.

He'll just have to deal with the sorrow.

It's my fault.

Yes, but we'll say it was an accident.

You have to say that I smoked weed

and fell asleep, and that's why they're dead.

Did you smoke in here?

Can you just tell him... Can you tell him that?

I don't want to tell my toddler that you smoked marijuana.

-Can you tell him it's my fault? -Yes.

-Just tell him it's my fault. -Yes.

Can I bury them in the yard?

We can't do that.

It'll attract badgers.

I'm sorry.

Subtitles: Aleksander Kerr plint.com