Blondie Page #3

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I don't think they'll die.

But why don't you focus

on the enemy right there instead?

- R... R... Hand grenade.

- Reload is done.

You're throwing it at your friends,

but that's fine.

- I can't kill them.

- No, but yourself. If you look...

Hello? Right.

What?

Katti, tell me what happened.

What are you talking about?

Just say what happened.

Elin, I'll handle this.

Why don't you go sit down?

- You'll fix it. You know this stuff.

- We have to wait for the results.

Let me know if you're hungry later.

I'll be right next door.

Thank you, Linn.

Will you two stop for a little while?

Come over here.

Even if things between daddy and me

aren't the same as they used to be-

- we will always love you two

very, very much.

We love you so much we almost break.

And that will never change.

No matter what.

It's super-important

that you understand that.

I get that you're tired of us, but...

But I...

Nothing is really working right now.

And I don't understand why.

We miss you. It's not as much fun,

and they're so tiresome.

I sort of thought that...

That it'd be nice to come home

and all, but I just feel...

I'm sorry I'm such a handful

all time and...

Kattis is sort of...

She's always so good.

I don't know...

Elin 15 years old!

First model assignment.

Mom...

Mom?

You'd better apologize. Or at least

admit that what you did was wrong.

You were wrong.

You old hag...

You're not the worst mom

in the world.

I did mean it, but you're not.

I was going to tell you when you

came back, but you didn't come back.

Which is standard for you,

you old hag.

Everything usually just works out,

but I don't think it will this time.

Let's drink to that.

So this is where you are?

- This is a guy... What was your name?

- Tommy.

- Hello, Tommy. We're leaving now.

- I don't want to.

Come on. Let's sit down.

Elin, please work with me!

I love you.

- But you're no walk in the park.

- Neither are you.

- Can I have a glass of white wine?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- Better?

- Yes, a little bit.

You know something?

I was always jealous of you.

It's true!

You never pretend to be

someone you're not.

It's an extremely rare quality.

Oh...

It's Lova. Hello?

- Yes, well you have...

- One, two, three!

- Monkey face!

- Shut up!

- Exactly!

- I can't stand my own crappy jokes.

- What? They're awesome!

- It's OK. They're always crappy.

- Ouch!

- Cigarette burn - hello!

I saved Elin when we got here.

Or when I got here, I mean.

She was about to go home

with a construction worker.

- His name was Tommy...

- Classy!

What? You think I'd find a guy here

that I'd take home and f***?

- Would you?

- No, I wouldn't.

- Really?

- Really? Well, maybe. I don't know.

- I have a confession to make.

- OK...

I convinced mom to not celebrate

Christmas once, just to piss you off.

- She really did. And you were so mad!

- Yes.

- OK, well... guess what I did?

- You looked as if...

It was my fault you had to cut

your hair. I put chewing gum in it.

What? Goddamn you!

I knew that it was you.

Such a bitchy thing to do.

Oh, I used to call Social Services

and ask them to come get Lova...

...because we can't afford her.

- Right, we were poor.

- Yes, we had one child too much.

- That is so mean.

She believed me! She did everything

I asked, she bought stuff.

Yes, so that I could stay.

I didn't want to go to foster care.

And I used to call Children's Rights

on speaker phone in front of Lova.

- And she did it often too.

- God, you're awful!

- And I believed her every time.

- Damn it, Elin...

- I have something to confess as well.

- It's about goddamn time.

- You're all talk.

- No, but it's best...

- We'll listen. Sorry. What?

- I...

I had my first period yesterday.

- Well, I am a bit younger than some.

- I got blood in my panties.

- What is it?

- Well, I just...

I used to steel 500 kronor-bills

from mom's wallet.

- That's the most pathetic thing ever.

- We all did, even I!

- Still?

- Yes, still.

It's really bad.

Completely f***ed up.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I know that it seems as if I do,

but I'm completely clueless.

Seriously... who the hell are you?

Sorry! You're handsome

and everything, that's not it...

Janne!

Janne...

Hello?

Come on!

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- You see where he is...

- Teamwork, that's good.

- Oh, will I get shot now?

- Yes, because you're just walking on.

- There.

- There, right! OK then...

Mom abandoned us, and now I...

I've abandoned my family.

For you.

God, I don't know what I'm doing.

You're such a jerk.

Elin? Time to wake up.

What time is it?

Oh my... This is so nice!

And dogs! A lot of them.

Can I take you coat?

Morn, do you want anything?

Can I get you something?

- She just wants to be home.

- You don't know that.

I can sit right there.

- You live here. You know that, right?

- Yes, I know that.

Well, that's good...

It usually comes back with time.

- It seems to come and go.

- That happens.

We can help by telling her

about things, how it's been.

Cerebral hemorrhage and stroke.

Don't get lost in the words.

- Can I talk? Not about her.

- Absolutely.

I've done a great deal of thinking.

It's as if

I've woken up from a dream-

- or as if I've been asleep

for many years, but now I get it.

- Right, here you go.

- Thank you.

- I feel that this is my fault.

- It's not just your fault.

But I let everything

just fall apart... Yes.

I've quit drinking.

It feels damn good, it really does.

It's like a new kind of clarity.

My thoughts are clear. I'm me.

It's an awakening.

I can see... how it ended up like this

between you and me.

And that's a good thing.

I have to go. Take care of yourself.

Where did you go?

I should have never left.

I should have...

I would have liked to...

I should have been there with you.

- Not have let you go away.

- But...

I should have...

You were so little;

I should have been there with you.

I didn't see you... How foolish.

It was all so foolish.

- Oh, sweetie. Can't you stay?

- I have to go home to work.

- I'll come back soon.

- My little sweetheart.

- I'm not that little anymore.

- No, you're really not.

- Has anyone seen my flat iron?

- Are you leaving as well?

Yes, I am. I realized

I want to get back to London.

There are a bunch of things

I want to do there.

- I'll be staying for a while.

- That makes me happy.

Oh! Let's take a photo.

- Why isn't it photographing?

- You have to push the button.

There it is.

- A bit closer.

- It's blinking.

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