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I don't think you can.

Let's go sign those papers.

Let's get it over with, all right?

Hello, my name is Thomas Ekman.

I would like to visit my mother,

Maria Ekman, this afternoon.

Good. Thank you.

- Move it!

- #Shut up.

- #I said:
Shut up.#

- Why don't you get moving?

Are you blind? Don't you see

there's been a car accident?

- No, I didn't see that.

- Then behave yourself.

All right if I get in? I'm cold.

This fellow

ran out in front of a lorry.

The driver swerved

and ran over a little girl.

She could have been

my own grandchild.

- Would you like a nip?

- No, thank you.

Would you like a mint?

- I really have to get to work.

- Where do you work?

Downtown, at the railway station.

I work at the public lavatories

down in the basement.

I guess you could say

that I'm the superintendent.

- Been there a long time?

- A few years.

- It's nothing much to talk about.

- Why is that?

Because I know you'll

think my job is meaningless.

And draw the conclusion

that my life is meaningless.

- Only it isn't, in my opinion.

- I wouldn't think such a thing.

You see,

I've worked there for 29 years.

I've spent all my adult years

in the loo.

People come there

to do something very ordinary.

It's something all living creatures

here on earth have in common.

I love them for it.

- For taking a sh*t?

- I don't use expressions like that.

It's an important function.

It's quite a beautiful thing,

I think.

You see, day after day

I've heard people

utter sounds of satisfaction

inside the stalls.

And it pleases me

to know they're content.

That they can

go out into the daylight

and continue to take care

of their important business.

Do you understand what I mean?

Once I peed next to Ringo Starr.

I didn't know he would be so famous.

Then I might have turned around

and peed on his trousers...

Well, well...

Goodness, something's up.

Time I toddled off to my car.

Remember,

your life's not in the toilet.

Hi...

Nice car.

- Why couldn't I come in?

- Erik said no.

- Who's Erik?

- My husband, now let's go.

- Why did you come around now?

- To say goodbye.

- To say goodbye?

- I'm leaving the country.

- Where are you going?

- To New York.

"New York"...

You're just like our Mum.

When I really needed her,

she wasn't there.

And now that I don't need her,

she's breathing down my neck.

- How is she?

- Fine...

Not that she would know.

She eats, shits, sleeps and talks.

Then she does it all over again.

She never talks about you.

I think she's

forgotten all about you.

You know, I've often missed you.

- Why didn't you come to see me?

- I don't know.

Tell me about your life.

- I want to know.

- I want to get out of the car.

- Tell me. I don't remember...

- Let me out.

- Let me out.

- I can't stop here.

- I'll let you out soon.

- This isn't good...

- Where are we? I've never been here.

- Yes, you have.

I'll turn in here and stop.

Remember this place?

Look.

I can't be around people who don't

know everything about me.

Erik knows everything.

Everything...

I haven't held anything back.

Not even about the time...

...Mum caught me out

and sent me away.

Caught you out doing what?

When she caught me out...

Doing what?

I was with a guy.

Right...

We were making love.

I slapped him...

Put my hands around his throat

and squeezed...

But it was just pretend,

like we were playing.

I think Mum listened at the door.

I had music on full blast.

Mum flung the door open...

And I couldn't escape.

She was furious.

Didn't understand...

The guy I was with is the only person

I've ever really loved.

He's the only one

that I've truly felt...

a sense of belonging with,

of being invincible and happy.

What happened to him?

He disappeared.

He didn't dare be happy.

Not in that way, at least.

- Didn't you try to find him?

- I didn't have the courage to do it.

What if he feels the same way about

you, that he lacks the courage too?

No... I doubt it.

If he's still alive, that is.

He's alive.

- But it's too late anyway.

- Why?

He's going to New York.

You don't even remember...

Don't you remember my room?

My... pale blue room?

With the flowers... Red flowers.

- No.

- You don't?

No.

I'd hurry home after school,

and you'd be waiting.

Stop it.

- We knew when Mum would be home.

- Stop it!

- We must have known it was wrong...

- I don't want to hear this!

Thomas, I think you

should take me home.

- Don't leave me.

- Don't say that.

- You've got to help me.

- Don't say that.

Don't! Stop it.

Stop it...

Oh...

I think I saw Erik in the window,

I'd better be going.

- Where?

- There...

I don't see anyone.

- Over there.

- Yes, but there's no one there.

Yes, there is...

Maybe you're the only one

who can see him?

Eva, wait! Let me hold you...

Eva, come here...

Please let me hold you one last time.

Eva... Come here.

- Come here, Eva!

- Go away.

Come here... Get in.

Come here...

- Go away.

- Just one last time.

All right...

Anton, this is Thomas, Emil's dad.

Is Emil there? I need to talk to him.

Okay... Bye.

Move it, get the ball in play!

What kind of a kick-off was that?

You're too slow, one-two, one-two...

Get moving.

Go for it, Emil.

I don't want to see

any bloody pansies!

Dig in!

- How's he doing? Scoring any goals?

- Are you kidding? He's lousy.

He needs glasses, for God's sake.

- But he has a good time, right?

- We don't play for fun.

I'm a professionally trained

coach for juniors.

And we play serious soccer.

- I think he's pretty good.

- What the...?

Yo, Nicklas,

guard the f***ing ball!

It's not your mum you're guarding!

So you think he's good?

What the hell would you know?

For the past year you haven't gone

to a single game, or to practice.

I haven't seen you, at any rate.

- Does he have friends on the team?

- No, they bully him.

Because he wears

cheap Adidas that trip him up.

Why haven't you bought him Nikes,

like all the other parents?

You should be able to afford it.

Emil cries in the showers

after practice.

- He does?

- Come on, didn't you know that?

Emil sobs his eyes out

like a goddamn sissy after practice,

and you're telling me

you didn't know?

Listen, you are his dad, aren't you?

Look at those damn pussies.

What the hell are they up to...

What are you, strippers?

Get the ball moving!

For God's sake,

pay attention, Lasse.

I'm sorry I didn't make it

to Fatima's funeral.

Something came up...

- I had a relapse.

- That's okay...

So I couldn't... make it.

- I want to apologise for that.

- No problem.

- I wanted to go.

- It's all right. Apology accepted.

She was so sweet... Fatima.

- So cheerful...

- Thomas, it's all right.

- How's Pernilla holding up?

- She's doing fine.

That driver, will he be convicted

of manslaughter?

I certainly hope so.

At least if he

happens to be a Malm fan.

How are you doing?

Fine...

Like to talk?

Sometimes it's good to talk.

And not just hold it all back.

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