[sombre music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
- Did you get a hold of him? - Yeah, he replied.
He'll be a bit late.
Late?
Are you serious with me now?
Apparently, there was something about the bus that... Yeah.
Ah, fuck. Isn't that Louise?
Look, I... I must go and say hi to her.
[speaking indistinctly]
[sombre music continues]
[whispering] Fuck. What the fuck, Tore?
[music intensifies]
[church bell tolling]
Hey.
- Where have you been? - On the bus, okay?
Thank you.
[woman] We have gathered here today to say goodbye to Bosse Holmberg,
a beloved colleague, friend, and father.
["Jag Ger Dig Min Morgon" playing]
[singer sings in Swedish]
[song ends]
Now it's time for Bosse's good friend Linn to say a few words.
Hey, sit down. Stop. You're not allowed to talk.
No.
Feels like I'm about to sing.
I won't do that.
Most of you don't know me.
But my name is Linn,
and I'm Tore's best friend.
Bosse has been like an extra dad to me... [swallows]
...the last 11 years or more.
He drove me to the delivery room.
He invited me for taco pie for I don't know how many Fridays.
- It's his fault I gained weight. - [person chuckles]
Thank you. [chuckles]
Or thank you. [sniffs]
But to see how Bosse was with Tore...
Tore was everything to Bosse.
And since Tore's mum died, it's just been the two of them.
But they have managed so damn well, I have to say.
They are...
They were, I mean.
[sombre music playing]
["I Give You the Morning" by Kite playing]
Yeah, this speech sucks maybe, but rest in peace anyway.
♪ Ever again the morning Creeps across your shoulder ♪
♪ Through the frosted window pane The sun grows bolder... ♪
[phone ringing]
[ringing stops]
♪ I think I'll wake you now and hold you ♪
♪ Tell you again the things... ♪
[speaks indistinctly]
♪ Behold, I'll give you the mornin' ♪
♪ I'll give you the day ♪
[echoing pounding]
[motorbike passing]
[Linn] Hello?
I have a knife!
- [Linn] Tore? I saw you! - [banging on door]
Tore?
- [bangs on door] - Hey, where the fuck have you been?
Can you open up? It's freezing out here.
Do you know how long I've been sitting here? Hello?
Are you kidding? I... I can fucking see you through the window!
Hey, I'm warning you! What the fuck, for real? What have you taken?
Okay. Fuck you, then! I hope you choke on your kebab too, fucking idiot.
[breathing shakily]
[shouting]
[MJ whimpers]
[TV host] The boys' sexual urges are distracting them
from making an emotional connection.
[sombre music playing]
FLOWERS
ERIK ÅRSTA 953 MATCHES
Hello.
Yes, sorry. I'm Heidi Lidgren.
And my husband Bertil Lidgren's funeral is at Hope chapel today at 1:00 p.m.
I came in to check up on the sunflowers. Er...
Yes, well, I've been onto our supplier for you,
but he hasn't got back to me.
- But the funeral is this afternoon. - Yes.
Uh, can you ring them for me?
Uh, I'm afraid not.
I could head to the flower shop, no problem.
- Yes, thanks. - I'll get it fixed.
Oh, that's great! Uh, so 30 stems, sunflowers. Go big.
- Yeah. Of course. - In front of the casket.
- Front of the casket. - No, but maybe you need to write it down?
Yeah, no, it's fine. I think I'll... I'll remember that it's 30.
Uh, that's not mine, so you don't need to... to touch it.
I'll remember. Thirty sunflowers.
[sighs] 30 of them, in front of the casket.
In front of the casket. Super.
There, I'll check.
- [Heidi] Is that you? - [Tore] Yeah.
[Heidi] How sweet. And thanks for your help.
[sighs] The sunflowers...
NOTICE OF TERMINATION
[door closes]
EMPLOYEE: TORE HOLMBERG
- [Erik] You wanted lilies as well? - [door closes]
Yes, exactly. It's lovely if you like them.
Yeah, absolutely. We can work that out.
Yeah, of course. Just lilies. Yeah.
Okay, well, for that, uh...
[door opens]
- Little Tore! Hey! - Hey, Gunvor!
Hey! How lovely that you're dropping by.
Can you just check for me,
the order came through for the sunflowers and stuff?
- The ones for 1:00 p.m.? - Yeah.
- Yep. I drove out this morning. - Okay, then. Yeah, just checking.
- Also wanted to say hi. - [chuckles]
How cool with a guy working here!
It's a bit unusual in a flower shop.
[Gunvor] Erik doesn't seem to have any issues
with, uh, women's professions.
He's a nurse originally.
Hmm.
[Per] I lost my father in 1976.
He was a local politician.
Social democrat.
And I threw myself straight into their youth party after he was gone.
Yeah, and everyone has their idea of...
And yes, that... that was mine.
[speaking indistinctly]
- [Per] What I'm trying to say is that... - Per.
Mind if I prepare, and you can do the talking?
Oh, of course. That's fine.
- He has a good body too, so that... - Oh!
You know what? I think you should rest a while.
I'm not tired. I don't need to sit.
- You look tired. - I'm fine.
Hey, hey.
[Linn] What are you doing?
- What are you doing? - I'm working.
Alfred has started to think you're the one who's dead.
He asks every day.
You usually see him all the time. You haven't seen him for weeks.
[bed lift whirring]
[door opens]
- Stop! Say hi to Alfred for me. - No, I'm not doing that. You can do that.
[door slams shut]
[pulsating upbeat music playing]
Sorry, is it too late?
- No, it's fine. It's fine. - Okay.
Because I remembered that I was gonna buy a flower for a friend.
All right.
- Or it's more for her kid, I suppose. - Okay.
What are you thinking?
Uh, but that's what I don't know. I haven't decided which one.
Uh, what would you choose?
What would I choose? Oh.
- That's a big question to ask. - [laughs] Exactly.
What am I thinking? Uh...
Uh, what is it, a special occasion or...
Uh, nah, not for anything... Nothing fancy.
Hmm. Okay. Uh...
[inhales] Hmm.
I'm thinking, like, tulips.
- Mm. That's classic. - Yeah, exactly.
And then you could have some eucalyptus maybe.
Like this might work as well.
Uh, you can go in this direction too. Fill it out with that colour.
- Uh, three... - [exhales]
I'm sorry.
- Fuck! I'm so dizzy. Sorry. - Are you okay?
- Whoa! Just take it easy. Take it easy. - My head is really spinning. I think...
- Whoa! - Oh, shit! Shit!
- Fuck, sorry. - Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. God, how weird. - You need to breathe.
- It just goes black. - Just breathe. Take a deep breath.
Okay. [exhales]
Even deeper.
[breathes deeply]
Yes. But... Well, you'll be okay. You'll be fine.
I'm just gonna take your pulse. I used to be a nurse.
Ah, okay. That's good.
Hmm. Your pulse is a bit high.
Do you often have dizzy spells?
Uh, nah. Not, um...
Sometimes.
- What's going on here? - I think he might have low blood sugar.
Oh, Tore! Really!
Yeah, but I'm fine. I just had to sit for a bit.
- [Gunvor] I'll get some cushions. - Please don't, Gunvor. I feel much better.
- But it was nice to have some rest. - Erik, can you get my pear?
- I don't need a pear. I don't like fruit. - I'll get it. Wait here.
[door opens]
- Finally! - Damn! Hey!
- All right? - Yeah.
Nice.
So, uh, sorry I've been so bad at keeping in touch and that.
- I've been working so much. - I know what happened, actually.
Yeah, but you, uh... Skip it. Now he's here. You can go and play.
Yeah, but I can't stay. I was just coming to say I'm alive and so...
- This is for you. - Okay.
I went by Gunvor. That's why I'm a bit late.
Come on, I'll show you. I've got loads of cash.
[laughs] Okay, just for a little while.
Hey! [laughs]
They should be next to each other so you see the difference.
- I'll easily win. - You need another one.
- [gasps] No! - Stop! It's the rules.
Look! I've got a fan, loads of them.
Come on, take one away.
- Add it on to you. - Okay.
- One. - I'll add an itty-bitty one.
You're changing the rules. That's weird.
- Okay. Are you ready? - Yes.
- One. - Two, three.
- I mean, really! - [Alfred laughs]
You're the worst! You're the worst! Ow! You're the worst! Hey!
Alfred, I'm going to the toilet. You practise. Be right back.
God! I, uh... Alfred, say goodnight.
- You're not the boss of me. - Oh, really? I am until you're 18.
Uh, night, Alfred.
- Mm. - Sleep well.
- Also get better. - [giggles]
Tore, uh, can you wait in the living room just while I get him to bed?
- In case Lukas wakes up. - But I can't.
- Only 15 minutes. - I've got to go.
Please?
Mmm.
[static on baby monitor]
[Linn humming]
[Linn singing] ♪ Go to sleep, go to sleep Go to sleep, my sweet darling ♪
♪ Go to sleep, go to sleep Go to sleep, my sweet baby ♪
♪ Go to sleep, go to sleep Until I see you again ♪
You have to sleep now, darling.
Mummy loves you. We're just in the living room.
[Alfred] But I want to be with you.
[Linn] You can't.
Do you remember what Mummy said?
That Tore might be so sad that his head is broken?
- [Alfred] Yes. - [Linn] Exactly.
So Mummy has to take care of Tore now Bosse is gone,
'cause he doesn't have anyone else.
[Alfred] Mmm, why?
[Linn] Hmm. Because he's always been very scared.
And that's made him lonely. [Alfred] How?
[Linn inhales] Uh, for example,
he's never met a guy because he's too scared to.
So, now Mummy has to look after Tore.
[Alfred] Hmm.
♪ I like boys, I like pecs Like them arms when they flex ♪
♪ Like that print in them sweats... ♪
- [man] Thanks. - [Calle] Receipt?
♪ I like when they text me Sexy pics of 'em ♪
♪ Like them abs when there's six of 'em ♪
♪ Tell them girls I'm sorry ♪
♪ I like boys ♪
♪ Mama, boys like me ♪
♪ I like boys who like boys Mama, I like boys who like boys ♪
♪ Work, I like boys who like boys ♪
♪ Mama, I like boys who like boys Boys like me, yeah ♪
♪ Boys like me Yeah, they do ♪
♪ Boys like me, ooh Boys like me ♪
♪ Motherfuckin' boys like me, bitch ♪
♪ I like when they shake it... ♪
HIYA
HEY
I ASSUME THAT THE PILL IS PARACETAMOL?
ABSOLUTELY! I'VE LOTS OF PRESCRIPTION FREE STUFF UNDER MY VEST
CLOSE?
THE BOAT, YOU?
- Hey! - Hey!
- What can I get you? - A beer, please.
♪ Mama, I like boys who like boys Work, I like boys who like boys ♪
♪ Mama, I like boys who like boys ♪
♪ Boys like me, yeah ♪
♪ Boys like me... ♪
Hey!
- Cheers. - [man] Just give me a sec, mate.
No worries, no stress.
- It's there. - Thanks.
- [Calle] Receipt?
[man] It's fine.
- Cheers, buddy. - Cheers.
Having a good night?
- Yeah, okay. You? - Uh, not bad, thanks.
- [man] Cool. - Not bad.
Do you, uh...
You haven't got any...
Paracetamol or anything?
Nah, I haven't. Not on me.
- But didn't you say... - [woman] Darling? Are you coming?
[man] Sorry. Do you have a paracetamol for this guy?
[Calle] No, I can't give them out, I'm afraid. Are you feeling sick?
Yep.
[Calle] Right. Have some water.
If they have watches, they're straight, and you can discard them.
At last, someone who can dress here. Serving suit realness.
Um, thanks.
Are we acquainted?
Uh, I don't think... Hey. Tore.
Shady Meat.
Excuse me. Sh... Is that for real?
What do you mean? Of course it is. Or did you mean yours? Hmm?
- [Calle] Here. - [Shady Meat] Thanks, Calle.
- [Calle] Absolutely. - [Shady Meat] Oh!
Cheers, Tore! To men without watches.
Uh, cool.
Uh-uh.
[phone vibrates]
I'M ON THE DANCE FLOOR IF YOU WANT SOME
[upbeat dance music playing]
What the fuck?
Are you following me, or...
- You don't have a photo. - No. Neither do you.
Well, someone's dressed up.
Yeah.
Or are you out to party?
[laughs] Yeah?
[laughs]
I'm joking. Joking.
Hey, what went on with you last time? You ran away.
Did you get angry, or...
Nah. So what?
No? You fucking knocked me down. You just boof!
Oh, I was just drunk. That's what happened.
- Do you know how much that hurt? - Sorry.
I was at home, in bed three days.
- You normally do that when you're drunk? - Nah, I'm just...
Should I punch you now? Is that what you want?
[laughs] I'm joking. I'm joking.
- I should tell you my name, right? - Yeah.
- Viggo. - Vigg... Okay. Hey!
- Hey. - Nice to meet...
Tore.
Tore. Do you wanna share a paracetamol?
- Uh-huh. - What kind of headache have you?
Uh, well, I have a migraine. Yeah. But what... what do you suggest?
You can decide.
I can decide?
Sadly, I don't have paracetamol, but I've got some fucking great acid.
[whispering] We can get off our fucking tits together.
- Yep. - You want some?
Come on then.
Fuck! I have to go home. I just remembered.
Huh?
I... My dog can't be left.
- You have a dog? - Yeah!
No way! Damn, that's so nice! I love animals.
Let's go back to yours then. We'll do it there.
Whoo!
Let's go, Tore!
Let's fly!
Whoo! Let's go!
[whooping]
No, but...
[gasps] Hey! Hello, you.
- Oh, you're so lovely! - Should we do it, then?
Yeah, just fix a little tea. Come on.
Yeah, but I feel like I'm not in a tea mood.
- I think we should just do it. - Yeah, just fix some tea.
Oh! Hey! Coochie coo!
- No more, huh? - No.
Then you'll never come back.
Drink.
Are you nervous?
[ethereal music playing]
[inhales sharply]
[gasps]
[panting]
[Viggo] Hello?
Are you going for it, or...
[Bosse] Tore!
[Tore panting]
[music intensifying]
[Tore] Dad!
[joyous music playing]
♪ Hej, hej, Monika Hej, hej, Monika ♪
[echoing] ♪ Hej, Monika Hej, hej, Monika ♪
[music distorts]
[Tore] Dad?
Dad!?
[ominous music playing]
[Bosse] Tore?
[Tore panting]
[ethereal music playing]
Dad!
[panting]
Daddy!
[Bosse] I love you, love you, love you, love you...
[music fades out]
[ominous music playing]