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Down and stretch.

Stop.

Okay, let's take it from the top.

What are you laughing at?

One, two, three, four.

Do you think they've already started?

Come on.

-I'll let them know that you've come. -That's great.

-Hi. -Hello.

-This is my friend Lillemor. -Hi.

Right, let's start. Everyone in place.

You can go over there at the back and I'll watch you now and then.

-Thanks, I'll do as well as I can. -You can watch me.

Okay, let's start.

Let's take the last routine from yesterday.

Out with your arms.

And, one, two. One, two, three, four.

Do you have to sit and stare at me the whole time?

He's a teacher here.

Slightly wider second position. Arms out.

Shoulders down and stomach in.

There you are. Don't forget to breathe.

-Hi. -Hey.

It's as damn cold here as it is warm in Lisbon.

Can I use the telephone? Great.

You've got it easy, sitting on your behinds and filling in forms.

What do you sit on then?

We work!

With what exactly? Repairing autopilot?

-Mommy has to get up early tomorrow. -Doesn't mean I'm tired.

Hello, Sandberg.

Yes, hi.

Amazing!

-What's up, Lillemor? -You're hurting me!

No, I didn't mean that. It's the jazz ballet.

The first thing I do when I'm in town is contact you.

As usual.

I've been looking forward to seeing you, Lillemor!

No. I guess it's not exciting anymore.

God, you're so petty, Sören.

I'm tired, I'm sore, and I've got to be at work at 7 tomorrow morning.

What do you want?

For you to notice that I'm here.

Listen, I've told you a thousand times. I'm tired!

Is it so hard to understand?

I actually love you, Lillemor. A lot.

Mommy!

Sorry, I'll be right back.

Lillemor.

Lillemor!

Attention, please. All passengers for the SAS flight 501 to Copenhagen and London

who haven't yet shown their tickets are asked to do so in the departures hall.

Attention, please. Would the passenger by the name Wanja Ringkvist

please come to desk number six in the departures hall.

Hi!

-Hey, girls. -Hey.

Well, you look well exercised.

Well, we are!

You could also do with a little dancing.

Soon you'll have too many chins to count.

I thought I'd come and pick you up.

I'm actually going for dinner tonight.

We haven't seen each other for a week… and you're going off to eat dinner?

It was nice of you to come.

-Bye, Agneta. -Bye.

She seems strange. Lillemor is usually always up for going out.

When did you take a woman to dinner last?

You're not saying that…

-Did you see that, Agneta? -That's Lillemor's business.

No, it bloody well isn't.

Cheers. Cheers, Lillemor.

I've just finished mine, but okay, cheers!

To the company!

-Are you having a fun night, Lillemor? -Yes, fantastic.

It's good that you're looking after Robert. He needs you.

I think he can look after himself pretty well.

He's a wonderful dancer.

It's hard to imagine him being so down, once upon a time.

-I'm sorry? -Sorry? Hasn't he told you?

-No, told me what? -About the girl, and the child.

I'm going to get a drink. Shall I get one for you, too?

Thanks, but I'll get one myself.

Pardon?

Buns. Here you go.

Pardon?

Thanks! That's fine. Let's call it a day.

Eija, can you fetch some headache tablets for me, please?

Yes.

-Here you are. -Thank you.

Let's see… So!

Lillemor, surely you can eat something before you leave?

But it takes too long, Mom.

But otherwise you'll just go out and spend a fortune.

No!

But I've already sorted everything here.

Have you?

-So, did you say he's a dance teacher? -Yes.

Can he teach me to dance?

He can, and he can even teach me, Klas.

-Is that a profession? -Of course it is.

A pilot earns good money. And has a good pension, and danger money.

-Does he earn good money, this new one? -"This new one!" Don't say that, Mom!

He's a wonderful man.

-Is it good to be able to dance? -It's very good, I think.

So, what do you think, Klas? Do you think Mommy looks good like this?

Do you think so?

Now you could even go out with me.

May I? Thank you!

I'll get it!

-Welcome. Come in. -Thank you.

Do you want to see my toys and model plane?

-Another time, Klas. -If he wants!

-Where is it? -Here.

There? Come on.

But he's a negro. Why didn't you say anything before?

-It's not something I thought about. -You drive me crazy.

Maybe you get used to it.

-Hello there. -Yes?

Just a small thing.

Negro-hooker.

Whore.

The nerve!

-Do you like it? -I think so, but it seems dangerous.

They have… protection.

It's safer than driving in town.

-Do you like it? -Yes, a lot. Very much.

Me too.

-When are you meeting them? -Three at the racetrack.

Mom. Isn't it great that Klas and Robert get along so well?

Sure, let's see how long it lasts.

You're exhausting, Mom.

Must you always be so negative?

Can't you see that I'm happy with him?

I'm finally happy.

And Klas worships him.

I'll get it.

This can wait till I get home.

Hello, Sandberg. Oh, hi!

It's such a mess here, we're just folding the laundry.

No, Lillemor is on her way out.

I need to speak to her.

I'm in a phone booth across the street.

I'll be at your door in one minute.

That was Sören. He's on his way here.

-But I told you to say I wasn't here. -Then you can get rid of him.

It's not up to me what you do with your men.

Can you get the door when he arrives? I've got to get dressed.

Hi, Greta. Sorry for coming here like this.

-Where's Lillemor? -I'll be right there.

I'll come in to you instead.

Like hell you will. Sit down and wait.

Mind the clothes.

Greta, are you aware who Lillemor is seeing?

Of course.

It has to end. She's shaming herself.

You… Me.

A damned… dancer!

It's more than what you are.

What do you want? I don't have much time, I'm going out.

I just have one thing to say, Lillemor. Two things.

First… If you carry on with this…

dark friend then it's definitely over between us.

Second, you're being horribly unfair on yourself, on your mother, on your son.

That's enough!

First, what right do you have to come here and tell me what I can or can't do?

And second, we can't end something that was never anything more than

a relationship of convenience.

No, quiet when I'm speaking.

And third, I'm way too happy to be arguing about this

so you just need to leave right now.

Lillemor!

Lillemor.

Don't you understand that it's for your sake that I'm saying this?

It's not for my sake, it's for yours.

-You've never cared about me, why now? -That's enough, be quiet!

Lillemor, don't you see? It can't go on.

I understand that you think it's exciting right now,

but you know nothing about his background, only that he's a dancer.

People are laughing behind their backs at you.

Get out! That's enough! I don't want to see you again.

As you please. You'll see what I'm talking about, eventually.

Lillemor.

-I forgive you. -Idiot!

Did you have to take it so badly? He could barely say what he wanted.

Don't you start as well now, Mom. Leave me be.

I think Robert is a really nice man.

But…?

I have nothing against colored people, but there are so many other options.

You must remember that we don't live isolated, unfortunately.

You're forgetting one thing, Mom.

-I love him. -I just think you're not being practical.

I don't care about that.

And what if you have children?

I think you're all mad!

How can it be so hard to understand that it's regular people of flesh and blood?

And it makes no difference if they're black or white or yellow or red or purple.

Mom, our hearts are the same, our livers, our lungs, our brains!

And I love this brown version.

And I'm going to marry him, even if he doesn't know it yet.

And I hope that we have ten children.

And it makes no difference if they're black as night,

because whatever they are, they'll be our child.

You can call me next time you want a babysitter.

It's pointless with these exercises if not everyone is involved.

That's enough for today.

I said that's it for today. You can go.

It's so nice to shower when you're sweaty.

It is!

Can you do my back? Or shall I do yours first?

-Yes, thanks. -Okay.

-Here you go. -Thanks.

-Are you tired? -No, not too bad.

-Rita thinks you work too hard. -Does she?

No, but I've been away so long that I've got to get back into it.

I want you to stay with us.

Do you mean that you want that, but Rita doesn't?

No, because of Robert.

I think she loves him.

I like everything that's soft and beautiful like you.

I could be your special friend.

What are you doing, are you mad?

We could be great, you and me. Don't you want me?

You can keep yourself to yourself.

ARRIVALS

Your daddy is a negro.

Your daddy is a negro.

-Your daddy is a negro. -No, he isn't!

What are you up to? Just as it seemed.

And now when you're going home.

Hey, Robert. Did you come to collect me?

Why can't you live with us? So the plane will be finished some time.

-And then we could build a car. -It's not just me who decides.

Why is your face so brown?

Many are.

Cool, I also want to be brown, not just in the summer.

How did it get like that?

There are small dots in the skin, pigments, that do it.

My parents grew up where the sun shines so strong

and it's so warm, that people need dark skin as protection.

Do you think we'll finish building tonight?

We'll see.

I wonder what your mother will have to say about all those bruises.

-But I won, though! -What did you win?

You'd love to know, right?

-It's Mommy, come on. -Yes!

It wasn't Mommy, no?

No, I'm going down to the street for a few minutes.

Be quick!

Help!

-Oh, my baby boy. -Hi.

How are you? Oh gosh, look at you.

Is it serious?

No, but we'll keep him here for observation for a couple of days.

-Oh, my darling. Does it hurt? -Just a little.

Just a little.

-What happened? -It started to burn.

It started to burn? Just on its own?

-No, the candle. -Candle?

What did Robert do?

He was out with a woman, the one who drove us here.

I see. She left just as I got here.

-I'm tired, Mommy. -Yes, darling, you go to sleep now.

I tried to put it out, but it didn't work.

No… But Mommy is with you now.

Try to get some sleep and everything will seem better in the morning.

Good.

There.

It's for the best, Lillemor.

How's Klas?

Robert, wait!

Robert, wait!

Sorry.

Get dressed.

-Hi, Mommy! -Hi, darling!

-Are you going out? -I am. Can you guess where?

-To Robert. -What, how could you know that?

Mommy, it wasn't Robert's fault.

It was me who lit the candle.

You?

You're not angry at me, are you, Mommy?

No, I'm not angry at you, Klas.

I've got to hurry.

Where are you off?

I'm going to make things up with Robert.

Robert, why?

Because I miss him. I can't be without him.

And because I love him. Isn't that enough?

Ugh.

-Say hi from me, Mommy! -I promise, Klas!

Come here, Mommy!

I'm coming, Klas!

I'm coming.