Patrik Age 1,5 Page #3

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I'd rather be dead...

Where the hell have you been?

I called...

He's staying

until they find a decent home.

Just for a few more days.

Sven, please...

Don't go!

If you go now, don't bother

to come back! Do you hear me?!

Aren't you getting up?

I thought we might go...

- It's all my fault.

- No...

There's something about me

that triggers bad things...

- Patrik...

- It's true!

It's been that way

since Ma died right in front of me.

Were you there when she died?

Me and the dog, they say.

She had set out juice and cookies,

and then she died.

She'd been dead for 24 hours

by the time they found us.

We ate up all the cookies.

Good thing

she had put out those cookies...

They put the dog down,

no one could take care of it.

They couldn't

very well kill me, though.

Even if they wanted to.

Listen to me, Patrik. We won't give up

until they find you a family.

I don't need a family, I need money.

Then I can take care of myself.

Everybody needs a family, and I'm

going to make sure you get one.

Sh*t...

Hear me out first...

I have two conditions:

I want to know exactly how long that

thug is going to intrude on us.

- Where have you been?

- And I demand an apology from him!

I expect to be reimbursed in some way

for the damage he's done here.

This is how it's going to be...

Patrik is staying here until

they can find him a decent family.

And I think

that you're the one who has to go.

As a matter of fact,

I want you to go.

What do you mean?

I don't think we should

see each other for a while.

Maybe ever again.

As long as I can remember...

...I've had this feeling

something was wrong with me.

I could never

quite put my finger on it.

But it's been like

I've just been waiting...

...for everything to fall apart.

And now this.

It's almost a relief.

It's operable.

The surgery could affect

your ability to have sex, but...

But I don't really

have a choice, do I?

Well, I didn't want

a little brother anyways.

What does Sven think?

- Sven's an idiot.

- Yes.

You're worth better.

- So am I.

- I know.

But I can't help hoping he'll be back,

even though I kicked him out.

Is there someone else?

No... I don't think so.

Do you think there could be?

Then you're lucky,

he cheated on me for 6 months.

- Really? Who with?

- You, you moron!

Mind if I sit down?

No, go ahead.

What a shame...

- What?

- You're so good-looking.

Have you ever tried it?

Doing it with a woman?

- I'm embarrassing you.

- A little.

That's not why I came over.

Lennart told me

about your gardening help,

and I was wondering

if I could borrow him for a few hours.

To make our garden nice

for the Association Day.

The annual block party.

It's next Saturday.

There's refreshments

and a huge garage sale...

It's a great way to unload

any old rubbish you may have.

I'll talk to Patrik.

Hey...

Could you show us

how to do kick flips?

- Have a good time...

- Bye-bye!

Monica?

You don't like me, do you?

- If there's anything the old doctor...

- Dr. Svinhufvud?

He was a jerk,

he didn't give a damn about people.

Not at all like you.

Listen, a whole school class

is coming in for vaccinations.

If we do it together,

it will go so much faster.

- Sounds good.

- Good.

Now simmer down...

I want you all to sit down.

What a lot of children!

Now isn't that nice?

How about I start with you?

And you can come with me.

This might sting a little,

but that won't bother you, will it?

There. We're done.

That went well, didn't it?

Hold onto that...

There.

You can put your shirt back on now.

Is it true that you're a homo?

Yes, it is.

What does that mean?

It's when a boy loves another boy.

Who are you in love with?

Sven.

- Are you together?

- Not anymore.

Maybe you'll get back together...

Come here.

If you ever lay a finger

on one of my kids again, you're dead.

- Do you like it?

- What about seafood?

Not even eggs?

- How do you get enough protein?

- "Tofy".

- Tofu?

- That's it...

- Do you serve vegetarian food a lot?

- Hardly ever.

Sven isn't too keen...

Come on.

I wonder why they can't find

a family for a nice boy like Patrik.

- Like some coffee?

- I'd love some.

- How about a brandy, too?

- Why not?

Sven was always the party person.

I was the sourpuss wife

who never understood him.

"It will never happen again."

You know the drill...

So now I'm trying

to learn to enjoy life. Cheers!

Too bad it tastes so f***ing awful!

You and Isabell

seemed to really hit it off.

I'm not f***ing her,

if that's what you think.

Not that I couldn't,

I'm not a homo.

The girls I get

are way prettier, you know.

We talk, that's all.

She says I understand her.

Aren't you scared to be out here?

- That somebody might beat you up?

- Not really.

I could show you a few moves.

- I can always run away.

- Not if there's a whole gang.

Come on! Do it.

I'll turn around

and you pretend to sneak up on me.

- It feels silly.

- Do it. Grab my shoulder.

And then...

Now it's your turn.

You might need to practice a lot first.

Here I come...

- Are you okay?

- Hey, you're dangerous!

- I don't believe in violence.

- Yeah, right...

Hi there...

- Sven?

- Over here.

You wanted to talk...

Yes, I've been doing some thinking.

So have I.

It seems like... things went so fast.

I agree.

It was never really my dream:

a house, kids and a garden...

We both knew that. I thought

it would be different with you.

But it freaks me out.

- If it's about Patrik...

- No, it's us.

You're right, you don't need me.

You need something else.

And so do I.

- Need some help?

- I can't afford your services anymore.

I could give you a discount.

Are you going to keep all that?

- You could sell it at the block party.

- No thanks.

"Out with the old

and in with the new", you know.

- When's Sven picking up his stuff?

- As soon as possible, I hope.

These may not be in fashion,

but there's still some wear in them.

Yeah, if you're a blind amputee...

Check it out...

Great gear

at rock-bottom prices!

Only 150 kronor for these? They sell

them for ten times as much downtown.

- Feel the quality...

- My boy might like these.

Here are some wonderful...

whatever they are.

Go on, give me an offer.

- Stig Lindberg?

- I don't know what kind of crap it is.

You can have the pair for 5 kronor.

Hi...

I guess it's good

that my wife has some fun,

now that my performance

might be impaired.

The surgery's next week.

What does Monica say?

I haven't discussed it with her yet.

I feel more sorry for Louise, though.

It's no fun facing the fact

that you're... not wanted.

- What's my cut?

- Nothing.

- I'm entitled to at least 20%

- 10.

- 20!

- How about 50?

We'll split it down the middle.

And maybe spend

some of it on a nice meal.

As long as it's from your cut...

- Thank you.

- What about me?

No way.

Okay.

There.

- Not very generous, are you?

- Watch it! Cheers!

Sven only wanted to go out for pizza...

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