Alla alskar Alice Page #2

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If you don't tell them tomorrow...

-Shall you or me?

-I will.

Everything then! Everything!

You will tell them everything.

If you forget something, I will tell them.

They will know exactly what

kind of father they have!

JOHAN:
I can't stand this sh*t anymore.

(THE FRONT DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS)

(WE CAN'T HEAR WHAT THEY ARE SAYING)

JOHAN:
What the hell, Lotta?

Are you crazy?

Are you crazy!?

ANNA:
Johan, she could have killed us.

I can't live here anymore.

What the hell is she doing to my home?

-Are you OK?

-No!

Mom.

How are you? Mom...

-Are you awake?

-Why are you crying?

It was such a horrible dream.

Go to bed now.

-What did you dream?

-If I tell you, you can't sleep either.

Tomorrow. Good night.

-Dear mom! I love you.

-Yes, you do, don't you?

Yes, a hundred million thousand times.

-What are you doing up this late?

-I just woke up.

-Can I sleep with you?

-Not tonight. Go to bed.

-Please, just like when I was little.

-To me you may.

Dad, please! You are the world's

greatest dad if I may.

-No!

-Don't shout!

What the hell are you doing?

Don't you understand what you could have done?

It's a pity I missed, but

there will be more chances.

-What are you talking about?

-Ask dad.

What are you talking about?

Alice, come and lie next to me.

Let's lie here together.

-Won't you undress?

-No, it's so cold here.

Come, let's warm up each other.

-Hi.

-I will not come today.

Are you sick?

No, mom asked me to stay home today.

Bye.

Alice, sit here.

Dad has something to tell.

-So, go ahead!

-Thanks.

As you surely have noticed,

mom and I...

...we have...

Damn!

Do you want to think it over?

I get some coffee so we can talk...

No!

OK, then. What are you waiting for?

I want to talk to them individually.

I want to talk to you, Alice, and...

-...you, Pontus.

-Then I will tell them.

-Dad has met someone...

-No, stop it!

As you...well, mom and I have

quarrelled a lot lately.

As you have noticed.

And we don't know how to solve this.

We become sad about this, we can't stand to have

it like this... You become sad too.

So I believe that the only thing we can do now-

-because we have tried to solve this...

I think we should live in separate places.

So you will take turns to be with us.

It's dad who wants to divorce.

It's he who wants to move out.

But I want to be here, to live here with you,

but it's not working how things are now.

Tell them where you are going to live.

I think it's better if mom

lives here with you.

Then I will live nearby so

that you can be with me-

-and be with mom and then

you can run between us.

Such a little idyll! Tell them who

you are going to live with.

-It's perhaps not the right moment...

-What's her name?

When I was...

When I was very sad-

-then I met someone who...

Because mom and I can't talk and

comfort each other anymore.

We can't.

Then...I met a woman who I like,

and feel good to be with-

-and she also liked being with me.

And we have met for a while now

and you also know who it is.

She has been here eating and I...

She lives just here nearby...

Anna, in the green house.

Who is mother to Patrik.

You know... Patrik.

-What are you doing?

-Dad will be a father to Patrik.

Stop, damn it!

I will not be a father to Patrik.

-Dad will get a new family.

-Stop it.

-Alice...

-Yes?

Are we also going to divorce?

I don't know, but dad will probably soon

find out what a damn b*tch she is.

SCHOOL WELFARE OFFICER:

But what does mom say about this?

That's what bothersome about it.

She just cries every night.

Does you dad live with you now...?

No, he has moved out.

ALL:
Hanna! Hanna! Hanna!

ANTON:
Stop! Damn, stop it!

-Hanna! Hanna! Hanna!

-Is it that hard? Stop!

Alice and Hanna, stop it! Can't you

hear what I'm saying? Enough!

That was the third time this week.

What the hell are you doing?

-Grown-ups shouldn't teach children to swear.

-Should children do whatever they like?

You both have always been best friends.

What happened?

Alice, we are going to solve this now.

-Hanna lies about me in front of the others.

-No, I don't.

-What are you saying then, Hanna?

-Alice's dad has moved out.

-No!

-Yes!

-Hanna, where does your dad live?

-In Gothenburg with his new wife.

OK, that's the way it is then

because you should know.

-And Alice, where does your dad live?

-At home, but right now he is travelling.

OK, that's the way it is then

because you should know.

Do you understand, Hanna?

(THE BELL RINGS)

-All for today.

-Alice...

-Mmm...

If you have something on your mind...

If you have problems, you can talk to me.

-Is there anything you want to tell me?

-No thanks. Bye.

Alice, do you know if Patrik is still at school?

-What's the time?

-3.30.

I must go and look if Patrik is at school.

I take the bike.

Alice...may we be at your place today?

I brought my brother's new demo.

I don't know.

Mom and dad are not here.

You have your own key, don't you?

(WHISPERING)

You are not allowed to be there. Newly cleaned!

You can only be in my room.

Can't we visit the bathroom...?

Of course.

Come here, I want to talk to you alone.

Moa, hurry up!

Hanna! You f***ing bastard!

You bloody damn mean p*ssy!

Let me out! Let me out!

-Why are your dad's desk empty?

-Because... we will re-paint.

-Why are all the clothes gone?

-He is wearing them when travelling.

-Your dad doesn't live here anymore.

-Yes he does!

-They have divorced.

-No! You're lying, lying!

PATRlK:
Look! This is the other one.

ANNA:
We only have the car today.

We must do it now.

Because we will leave in an hour.

Alice! - Patrik, bicycle home before me.

I must... -Alice!

Alice, wait for me!

Perhaps I can help you.

Alice, listen!

Come on, Alice! Listen to me!

Alice! Hello!

I will kill you. Everything is your fault!

Everything! Damn b*tch!

-I understand. Listen, Alice.

-It's your fault!

My dear...

-I hate you.

-Yes, I understand that.

Let me talk a little.

Let me help you a little.

I must tell you some things. Oh, dear.

This is difficult.

It's not what you think.

Or, well... oh my dear child.

-Alice!

-Lotta, look!

Yes, but your dad hasn't choosed

between you and me, Alice.

He loves me, and you, very much.

Not me.

Yes, he does.

He talks about you all the time.

He misses you and your little

brother so much it hurts.

-It serves him right.

-Why are you saying that?

Because it serves him right.

He is full of sh*t.

-You don't mean that.

-You don't know what I mean.

No, that's true...

I don't know you that well yet.

But I have seen you and your dad.

It's obvious how close you are together.

Hey...

-''Full of sh*t.'' Who said that to you?

-Not mom, if you think so.

-I don't think of anything about your mom.

-Yes, you do!

But mom never talks sh*t about

dad, as dad does about mom.

-I have never heard him do that.

-Then you apparently have a bad hearing.

Yes, perhaps I have.

I know only that your dad tries to

do everything to make this work.

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