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Hey, Sebbe!

- I'm going to get wasted.

- You said that yesterday!

Hey, what's up?

When are you going to play, Sebbe?

It's been ages.

- Isn't it time you got a gig?

- Yeah, yeah, I will.

- You have to work hard to succeed.

- Stop nagging!

- Excuse me, there are two of you?

- Yes.

He doesn't mean us.

- Wait 'til I get my record deal.

- Your dad's money'll run out one day!

Pay for your own booze!

I should be on the list. Mia Ekstrm!

I don't have anyone by that name.

Guest list only tonight.

- Let's go somewhere else.

- Please, I hear Stureplan is great!

- And I'm going home tomorrow!

- Excuse me...

- They put me on the list yesterday.

- I'm busy! Try again later.

- Hi

- Hi

But your colleague

promised me... and my friends!

- What, you're together?

- Yes! Why wouldn't you believe that?

- How many in your group?

- Uh... six.

- Okay then. Welcome.

- What happened, Mia?

- What a weird girl!

- Sebbe, help me out here.

Oskar's paying!

The first round, anyway.

- Jesus! Watch your step, hippo!

- Excuse me?!

Just ignore him, honey. We all do.

- Why are you so slow?

- I can't hear you!

Nice voice.

Nice tits.

'Code GRANDMA. Bring breakfast! '

I understand, sweetheart,

but you need to remember,

grandma had a good, long life.

- Hi.

- Zup.

She's in a better place now.

Yeah, mom...

I'll try to pull myself together.

I'll come over later.

I need to get the door now.

Hi... Grandma...

What?

She was Norway's most famous

tap dancer, a pioneer in the genre.

And for her to die...

falling down a staircase...

In Stavanger!

- Three flights!

- Wow, that's terrible.

Maybe I should go now...

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thanks.

- Too much?

- Un poquito.

That bald record producer was here

yesterday looking at the blue blazer.

Hammarsten?

Did you play my demo?

Uh, no, sorry. He wasn't here long.

We didn't have his size.

- Sh*t! I always miss him.

- Didn't they want to sign you once?

I thought so... But they signed some

"Idol" loser with the same "look".

What bullshit. Have you seen anyone

who looks like me on "Idol"?

I suppose I should send in my demo.

Keep in touch.

Hammarsten is awesome;

he's worked with everyone.

Hey, why don't you unpack

today's delivery?

If his size came in,

you can call him!

Sounds fun.

I, uh, put on your demo.

- And he left his card.

- No way!

What the? Wh?

- What did he... Should I?

- Just call him.

- Now?!

- Yeah.

Yeah!

I need my brows shaped, too.

- Welcome! Can I take your coat?

- No thanks, I just saw my son there.

Sebastian!

- Hi!

- Hi, Mom.

Oh, you're soaking! Heading home?

- No, to the cemetery.

- It's the 20th already?

Yes. He would have been 27 today.

I can wait if you want to come.

No, I have a lot going on tonight,

I won't have time.

- Okay. Were you off today?

- No, I worked...

And I talked to a music producer

who heard my demo!

What did he say?

Have you bought clothes again!

Honey, it's no wonder your paycheck

doesn't last. Really!

He said he'll call later this week

and his label may want to sign me.

- I think it'll happen this time!

- Well, that's good, I guess.

- I've got to go now.

- Can't you tell Dad?

- About what?

- The record label!

- Tell him yourself.

- He'll just go on about that job.

- Can't you just let him call...

- No, Mom, it's not going to happen.

- You can't be a store clerk forever!

- I'm not a store clerk!

I'm getting a record contract!

Stop worrying about me.

I never worry about you.

People like you always get by.

- "People like me"?

- Talk to you later!

- What do you think?

- It sounds good.

- But?

- Are you planning on working today?

Can you pass me

the labels behind you?

Thanks...

- The head office still bugging you?

- No.

- I'm getting promoted.

- Yeah? To what?

Purchaser for Scandinavia.

I'll work at the head office.

- And attend all the European shows!

- Only the European ones?

I'm kidding! That's great!

Why didn't you tell me?

Sweet!

- When do you start?

- In June.

That's totally awesome.

You deserve it.

And I'll be stuck here

in the storeroom.

Look, I'm sorry, but I can't

work here. I just feel...

- I can't take it!

- Seriously, you don't "work" much.

You mostly just surf on your iPhone.

You haven't worked a full day...

Quiet! Hang on, hang on...

Sebastian.

Hi!

I'm great, thanks.

No, I'm not busy.

I'm actually off work today.

Sure, I'm in the neighborhood anyway.

Great, see you later. Bye.

- YES! The record company!

- What did they say?

- To be there in a half hour!

- Hey! Sebbe!

- The jacket?

- Dock my pay or something.

Hi, I'm Jens Hammarsten.

I mean, I'm here to see him.

I'm Sebastian Silverberg.

One moment, please.

I have a Sebastian Silverberg here.

Okay.

- Around the corner, 4th on the left.

- Fourth door. Thanks.

- Let's keep in touch, Sebbe. Later.

- Bye, uh, later!

- Are you coming? We're freezing!

- Go in! I'm on my way.

- Look, is Pelle there?

- What do you want with him?

Enough with your Norwegian accent!

Give me Pelle!

We're going in.

I'm going to the bar.

Sebbe! Hello?

Hello? He's not there!

- Hello?

- Yes! Congrats!

- A contract, that's sweet, man!

- I know.

It's incredible. And it's about time!

- Is it a done deal? Have you signed?

- I need a lawyer to check it first.

- I wondered if you could help me?

- Of course!

Hey, I see a taxi.

Tonight's going to be awesome!

Hello?

Hello?

Can someone help me?

Hello!? Can someone help me?!

Hello!? Hello!?

Can you see the light?

No.

- Now?

- No.

- Now?

- No.

- And now?

- No.

- Does your head hurt?

- Yes, back here.

- The back of your head?

- Yeah... or sort of everywhere.

Let me take a look at the other eye.

Do you see the light now?

No! I don't see any f***ing light!

What the hell is wrong?!

Stop crying, Mom! What's wrong?!

Don't touch me!

Your son had an aneurysm.

The fall caused it to burst, and the

bleeding damaged the visual cortex.

It was a time bomb,

just waiting to go off.

But he will be able

to see again, right?

- He will get his sight back?

- I'm sorry.

It's highly unlikely

that it will return naturally.

The good news is that

Sebastian is being treated,

so he's in no danger.

- So what do we do now?

- We wait.

- Wait? For what?

- To see if his condition changes.

And seek new treatments. There's

progress all the time in this field.

We'll keep searching.

We can't just do nothing.

I refuse to accept this!

You heard the doctor,

his condition may change.

It's pretty cozy in here.

For a while.

- Have you heard from Hammarsten?

- No, that's over.

What? Why?

I don't know. I got a letter

"on behalf of Jens Hammarsten. "

- He didn't even call me himself.

- What a f***ing fake.

But you're a singer.

You don't need to see to be a star.

Look at Ray Charles,

or Stevie Wonder, or...

- Youssou N'dour.

- What do you mean, Youssou N'dour?

The guy who sings

"Seven Seconds Away. "

- He's not blind.

- He's not?

We're going out tonight.

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