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I want to know where you are going.

- I don't give a sh*t if Linda doesn't take responsibility.

- The neighbors can hear.

I don't give a sh*t if Linda doesn't take responsibility.

She can smoke, drink,

f*** as much as she wants.

And then require the kids' respect. I don't

want them to be talking about you also.

- What?

- You know how they gossip in the teachers' lounge.

- They censor themselves when I'm there.

- Who gossips?

"Linda's weekend, Linda's mischief, Linda's gym teacher."

If they have their own lives, they shouldn't gossip.

Did Linda say that?

That sounds like something Linda would say.

- I say what I want.

- Do it, then.

- Where were you?

- At a place.

- At Kjellsons.

- At Kjellsons?

- Have we been there sometime?

- I don't know. No.

- Was it Linda who wanted to go there?

- Yes. No. We both wanted to go.

- What is it?

- Had you been there before?

- Yes. No, I don't know.

- How the hell can you be unsure?

It's clear that you have been there before,

otherwise you would not have wanted to go there!

I'm sorry. I'm just tired.

You're not going anywhere until we

clear this up.

- What do you want to clear up?

- Ida...

Little miss...

Okay.

What do you want to know?

If we talked with someone?

Yes.

And a guy gave Linda two drinks.

- Two drinks? One for you, or?

- One for me and one for her.

- Did you drink it then?

- No, I poured it out.

How the f*** can you know what's in the drinks?

It's one thing if Linda were to raped,

another if it were you.

- Are you ready?

- Did she go home with him?

- I just wonder.

- You had nothing to do with it.

She behaves like a prostitute.

You must stop meeting her now.

It's not just about you.

They whisper about me also.

She is, of course, completely insane.

She's behaving aggressively, lying.

You're not invisible when you reel about the town.

I see students at ICA.

- I'm drawing a limit here.

- That's absurd.

- Call it what you want.

- I have the right to meet with anyone I want to.

If you had better judgment, we wouldn't

quarrel like five year olds do.

I am surprised at how immature you are.

I was dry-heaved at the toilet this morning.

- And you are such an adult.

- I have enough of this with the kids at school.

- Don't bring up the f***ing kids.

- Move on from there.

"F***ing" kids.

Interesting. Strong verbiage.

- Stop smiling. You look like a mongoloid.

- Are you referring to someone with Down syndrome?

How do you think you are going to get respect from

your class with values such as these?

No wonder they treat you like they do.

Thanks.

Hey, I've thought of something...

I want to apologize. I've been so

unfair towards you.

I truly have...

...a f***ing need for control.

I don't want it to be so. I hate it.

You must have your own secrets and your

own life. Do you understand?

It seems like I'm ruining things for us.

It feels so f***ing...

I'm jealous or something.

I don't know...

It's like I'm not capable of...

I don't want to be like this.

It is clear that you should have contact

with your Pappa. Of course.

- Can't we start over from the beginning?

- I have not been perfect.

I'm lying on a massive pile of sh*t...

I don't know why. It just is so.

I love you, you know, Ida.

It is you and I.

I care so terribly much for you.

You don't understand.

I have never felt like this for anyone.

We must break away from this path.

We need to get out of this crap.

- I'll stop spying in your things.

- I want to be more honest.

You must do that.

We must begin to be honest with each other.

But you should know that I...

I have never seen myself with someone

like I see myself with you.

It feels like I pull you

down into a mess of sh*t.

I don't understand what I'm doing.

First I care so much for you

and then I want to change you.

Stop beating yourself up.

Look at me. Look!

It is you and I. Or how else is it?

And you are the finest of fine.

- Little miss...

- I stressed enough when...

Is that the mischievous boys?

- I don't want to talk to them.

- Why not?

- I just don't want to.

- You can't just stick your head in the sand.

It only gets worse.

He is only fourteen years old.

He bumped into me and then... Eww.

I'll talk with them.

They listen to me..

- In the worst case, I'll remove them.

- Thanks.

We'll take it up at the Friday meeting.

- Sometimes, I am good to have.

- Thanks, thanks, thanks.

You are the best.

You will start listening to me more

from now on, right?

I don't want to lecture you,

but do you remember what I said earlier?

If you let it go too far, they know no

boundaries. You cannot be limitless.

How do you expect them to listen to you?

I cannot devote my life to saving you

all the time.

- No.

- Listen to me, to solve it.

- Mm.

- Yes. Good.

I'm not going to kiss you again.

There is no pressure.

If you don't want to, then f*** it.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't go.

- I'm going now.

Come back so I can kiss you properly.

No, I have to go.

- Please? Come here.

- You come over here.

- You crawl over here.

- What?

Stop it! I can't crawl to you

like some f***ing dog.

Come then.

Come then!

Little miss...

What am I going to do with you?

I don't know.

- I'm going to an interview in the morning.

- Oh? Good luck.

How cross can one be? You apply, too!

It would be so much fun if you came, too.

- Krister would never...

- We're not talking about him now.

About you. I didn't say anything

about him. Did you hear that?

If you love him, you should look after him.

I'm not jealous.

I don't think badly of him.

I don't care about him.

Ida, I see how you are

becoming more and more like one...

I don't know.

I don't want to be split between anyone.

- You know how I feel. How do you feel?

- He is like he is.

But he is different when

it is just the two of us.

We just have different roles

and that is quite nice.

We don't think about it all the time...

But it still goes well, perhaps.

- He's a little strange, perhaps.

- He is oversensitive.

He is definitely a little oversensitive.

Sometimes I feel like I have to be on my toes.

Then he's a little mean also.

Ida?

Do you have the car keys?

Eh... Yes. I have them in the classroom.

Listen to this:
"Over the years, a man's

body shrinks two percent per year."

- Did you hear that? You're shrinking.

- Really? Exciting.

"After thirty."

It's already happening.

- What the hell do you want?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

- Don't take an article so personally.

- It's no catastrophe. Two percent.

- It can't be true.

It must be two per thousand.

What is this sh*t magazine?

Cosmopolitan. Read this. "Women's G-spot."

There's an A-spot also.

What adolescent sh*t. I sh*t

completely at some f***ing A-point.

Perhaps that's why you never can

please a woman, you limp dick.

- You are such a f***ing phony.

- Oh no, I am so hurt!

- Do you know what I think?

- You said that in drunkenness.

So that I won't risk

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