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getting into a conversation.

- A real discussion.

- You didn't do that. You're hiding.

- I'm flattered that you see me.

- Behind the attitude and screwing.

- You are empty and don't take nothing seriously.

- Save the therapy for someone who cares.

It's deeply tragic that you are so

petty, small...

...insignificant that you must lash out at Ida.

If you have so little...

- Hold on.

- You don't interrupt me, you understand?

This is not your classroom.

Screw your superiority-complex.

You get an "A". Are you satisfied?

She's going to leave you.

Sooner or later. Let me go!

I'll call the police.

If you mess with me or Ida one more time...

I won't hesitate a second.

Strike, then.

Are you tough? Are you big?

Are you big and strong when you

stand in front of the chalkboard?

Do the little kids look up to you?

Do you have respect?

You must get over that eventually.

We all must do so.

Now I want us to have a discussion, Ida.

Aren't you being a little oversensitive?

Can we try to have an open, honest conversation?

No sex, just talking.

- I can't cope with that.

- Okay. We'll talk.

Do you think that I'm oversensitive?

And mean? Do you think that?

No.

I was very straightforward.

That would be appropriate, after what I heard.

There is very little, next to nothing,

about you that I can respect.

I feel like an idiot who fantasizes

and has confidence in you.

Everything we build, you discredit.

I'm sorry.

But honestly, I wonder:

Why do you humiliate me?

I don't know. Sorry.

You might...

Are you scared? Are you afraid of me?

No.

It feels like you're stabbing me in the back

as fast as you can. It's sick. Do you know that?

Don't you understand anything?

What the hell are you doing now?

What are you doing?

Why would you grab my cock when

I am trying to talk to you? Huh?

Don't behave like some little whore

when I'm trying to talk to you!

Take off your pants.

I'm trying to talk to you

like someone I can love.

Do you think I'm oversensitive?

Why did you tell her that?

- I love you. Take me.

- What else did you say?

- Come again...

- Calm down.

Calm down!

- Shall I suck?

- Don't touch me, damn it!

Damn! Hell!

It's doing nothing.

I'm sorry.

Sorry! Damn it!

Ida?

Did you hurt yourself?

I'm sorry that I was a little rough.

You can't behave as you were and

expect that you will be respected.

It's my legs...

It feels like I've lost feeling in them.

I'm trying to deal with you as an

adult, but it's not working.

Do you understand me?

- I'm sorry.

- And yet you continue.

Do you not see your own pattern?

You run into the same wall again and

again like a f***ing rat. Huh?

I'm sorry.

- Please, forgive me.

- I can't just forgive and forgive?

Why do you do this? Huh?

Don't look at me like a f***ing dumb goldfish.

Well, I forgive you then.

What an idiot I am.

I feel like having pizza.

- You?

- Mm...

My sweet little miss.

Mm?

I promise not to be angry now.

I know what we said.

But I have thought further.

I'm sleeping.

Can't we have a little child?

- Mm...

- Do you want that?

You don't need to worry.

I can take care of it.

I mean, I would really take care of it.

First paternity leave, and then

I can go part-time.

I'd be there the whole time.

- Can't we talk about it in the morning?

- Yeah.

Sorry that I woke you. Kiss.

I will take it in the morning.

Try to sleep again, my little miss.

- Hey?

- Mm?

I don't know...

- It doesn't concern me.

- Don't say that.

What the f*** am I doing with you, really?

- We should wait a year.

- Why?

It takes nine months in any case.

You can think about it in the meantime.

It doesn't concern me, I said!

Are you that f***ing clueless?

Rise and shine! I've had enough.

Move. I don't want to see you.

Okay, we may as well do it then.

I don't want to.

You f*** around with everyone.

- I want to have a child with you.

- Do you want that?

If you're lying now, I'll kill you.

You know that I mean it.

Yes.

You want to have a child?

With me?

Yes.

- It's going to be great.

- Yes.

Everything's going to be good.

I'm sorry.

I almost had a blackout.

- I've been an idiot.

- No, I understand that you get angry.

- I understand that.

- You are fantastic.

I'm a real pig and still

you stand by me. I love you.

- We're having a child.

- If you knew how much I love you.

Do you think he'll be a good soccer player?

- I think he'll be a little bookworm.

- A little smartass.

- A genuine little smartass.

- It could be a girl.

Then she'll be a little smartass.

I'll love her to death.

I know that you will.

- You are so nice.

- I become a little crazy at times.

I'm so used to fighting.

Everything just spins around in my head.

It will just be a mistake.

You know I really trust you.

It's just...

- What then?

- Nothing.

Go on, say it.

It's just the thoughts that swirl when you

spend so much time with Linda.

I know that you are not like her,

but well...I can't help it.

- She's not like she seems.

- I can't help it.

Do you understand? She upsets everything for us.

We. We.

About us. On our deal.

You shouldn't have such a hard time choosing.

She's a bad influence on you, obviously.

You've changed since you met her.

- I have not.

- Yes, it is so.

It was easier to love you before.

I have not changed.

You've become tougher.

More difficult to get close to.

You might not notice it, but I can see it

clearly. You were so gentle and nice.

You were really f***ing fantastic.

You're nice now too, but...

I don't want her to destroy what

we're trying to build.

Can't she build something of her own?

She's a little disturbed, actually.

I don't mean it negatively,

but her values are a little twisted.

You are completely biased.

It's you, actually.

- Trust me for once.

- I do trust you.

Good. Thanks.

I'll stop.

But we will see each other at school.

But it's clear,

I understand what you mean.

Listen, you little ass.

I'm trying to hold it together.

- Can we not do this?

- I promise not to talk to her.

- Why are you ignoring me?

- I'm not.

- What happened yesterday?

- I just have a lot to do.

I got the job.

They want to meet you, too.

Why?

They have the world's sweetest little school.

Staff rooms on the bottom floor with a terrace.

Genuine coffee breaks.

- They eat breakfast on Fridays.

- Lay off.

- What? Is it Krister, or...?

- What do you mean?

Why don't you respect me?

I live my life how I want to live.

- Who do you think you are?!

- Calm down.

No! I'll calm down when I want to calm down!

You have no right to tell me what to do!

And I am calm! Don't you see that?

F***, are you satisfied now?

- Now you got what you wanted.

- I don't understand what's happening.

It's nothing that has happened.

I don't want you to touch me.

I can comfort myself.

- I am your friend, Ida.

- I don't want us to see each other anymore.

What?

What... what have I done?

I didn't know.

- I'm sorry. Okay? Forgive me.

- No. I won't forgive.

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