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We are unable to land in Trondheim due to bad weather.

Unfortunately we are forced to make a stopover in Copenhagen.

A stopover in Denmark.

That wasn't part of the plan.

But then neither was getting pregnant.

You can't be someones mum if you can't even handle your own life.

How stupid to move into a house that's about to get demolished.

Abort mission.

I don't know if it's okay.

But one thing is certain. The old Julie will never return.

TO CONSTANCE:

Hi, C! YOU HAVE A VISITOR.

-Julie? -Hi.

-Your hair! -New style.

It's only a haircut.

I've rented this car. Want to go for a ride?

We need to have a chat.

-Did you just decide to get it? -Yes.

"Pancake syrup". Is that his name?

No.

Constance, I...

What's been happening here? Anyone come out of the closet?

Got kicked out? Broken up? Got pregnant? Anything?

There isn't much happening. Exams are coming up.

People are stoked about graduation.

Let's swing by Sofia's place. Micke might be there. The whole crew.

Not right now.

-Why not? -Let's wait for a bit.

Let me call them to let them know you're back, so they are prepared.

-Forget it. -Jesus Christ, Julie! Watch out!

Julie, seriously!

What the hell are you doing?

Julie, please slow down! I want to get out. Please stop the car!

Fine!

Okay. Get out!

It's no use being friends any more.

Get the fuck out.

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

I'm...

I am scared that you will kill yourself.

How touching. Get out.

Get out!

Hey! Julie...

It'll work out.

It will.

Maybe I need to take another persons life.

But in a way it doesn't really count.

At this point it's barely existing.

After six weeks it's the size of a raisin. After seven a blueberry.

And then... A shrimp?

It's not too late.

Abort mission.

Julie. Constance was here.

She told me you are here in Denmark.

I need you to do me a favor.

Yeah, of course, but I don't think I want to.

Please go to my room and find the photo album

with the princess on the cover.

Have you found it?

- Yes, I've got it. -Okay, great.

Now look for a photo of me when I'm about nine years old

together with Tom and a beautiful Spanish girl.

I think she's around 20 years old. Something like that.

Is it there?

Yes. Very beautiful. You are very, very cute.

- Who is she? -She was our au pair.

Can you take out the photo and read to me what's written on the back?

Consuelo Menendes.

Yeah, Consuelo, that's her. Cool. Thank you, Krzysztof.

Julie, where are you?

I'm so fucking sad that you are here and I didn't see you.

I'm still traveling.

- Gracias. -Bye.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

-Consuelo Menendes? -She's inside.

Okay. Thank you.

-Hola. -Hi.

Hi.

-Who are you? -Consuelo?

Yeah...

Do you remember you worked for Astrid and Thomas Holm Forsberg

in Denmark once?

Yeah.

I'm Julie.

No fucking way.

Get out of here.

-Oh, my God, how are you? -I'm good.

Look at you. What happened to you?

What are you doing here?

Once you wrote a postcard to my parents

about how you became a pilot and started teaching here.

-Astrid and Thomas. -Yeah.

How are they?

They are fine. I haven't seen them for a while.

And Tom, is he still into music, playing the guitar?

Yeah.

-And what about you? What's... -I'm into flying, actually.

-What? You're into flying? -Yeah.

That's fucking cool. I'll teach you how to fly, if you want?

-I would love to. -Yeah.

-Yeah, that would be great. -Sure.

Why do you like to fly?

I don't know.

It's the only place where... where I feel free.

It's peace and it's quiet.

When you turn the engine off you're just floating around,

seeing everything from up there.

And not being able to do anything about it.

You're out of control.

You think you're taking the plane but actually the plane is taking you.

-Are you nervous? -No.

Good. It's not that hard. I'll open this for you.

-Where do I sit? -That one.

Okay.

-Are you good? -Yes.

Okay. Seatbelt first.

Make sure reach on.

Avionics Masters switch on.

Fuel pump on. Beacon on.

Avionics Masters switch to on.

-Avionics Masters... switch... -Avionics Masters switch on both.

-On, okay. -Okay. Pump on.

Yeah.

-And beacon on. -Okay.

-Okay? -Okay.

And now you can turn the key.

First you have to check that there's nothing on the way

and you can yell clear, "Libre."

Libre!

One, two, three. One, two, three.

40 knots.

60 knots.

80 knots.

100 knots. And we are airborne.

-Pretty cool, huh? -Yeah.

-Be safe, huh? -I will.

-I'll see you tomorrow? -Yes.

-Adios. -Adios. Don't forget to study.

-No. -Bye.

See you.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Where are you now?

I'm on a beach.

Anything on your mind?

Krzysztof? Hello?

If you don't say something now I'm gonna hang up on you... again.

Let me into your life.

What?

I want you to let me into your life.

-I have to go. - Don't go.

I have to.

How long would it take to fly to Africa from here?

I would say... two hours, two hours and a half.

So...

Hey, captain, are you ready?

What the fuck?

Why didn't you tell me? They're dead.

Hey. Hey.

Get out of my face.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

I always thought Astrid was such a good mother.

There you are.

I see a lot of her in you.

I hope you understand I can't teach you how to fly.

We can hang out for a while. That'd be nice.

Mum. Dad.

Tom.

I would like to know what your last minutes were like.

I wanted to be there with you.

But no matter what I do that won't happen.

Life has something else in store for me.

When I walk away from here, you will die.

Then you're on your own.

It's going to be fine, honey.

I've decided to start walking.

I felt something today for the first time.

It moved. It's an absurd feeling.

A living organism, not me, that lives inside me.