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Life.
I don't know. There are so many things that I miss.
-Are you referring to something specific? -When I was your age, for example.
I could leave the bar with five or six guys.
If I couldn't decide who I wanted, then
I took them all.
-And now you think about that often? -Yeah, I really do.
And what happens inside you?
-What do you mean? -Well…
Do these memories evoke a sense of
anxiety,
guilt…?
What, are you… are you stupid?
-Sorry? -I mean, don't you get it?
-No. -Don't you get that I miss it?
The question was, "Is your life missing something?"
-Yes. -Yeah.
I could have whoever I wanted.
I just pointed, and we'd go home and have some fun.
-What I mean is-- -Do you know what I really regret?
-No. -That I went and got married.
I mean, God.
How stupid can you be?
Then all the fun was over.
Right.
So,
unfortunately, we've run out of time.
Would you like to schedule another session?
Hanna, right?
-Yes. -Can I give you some advice?
Don't get married.
Then life is over.
-What are you doing? -Kidnapping you.
-No, I'm with a client! -That's my aunt.
Good luck, Hanna.
Don't forget to say yes.
LOVE FOREVER
To Hanna.
-Excuse me, can I have some more wine? -Yeah, red?
Pinot noir.
One pinot noir for table 12.
HE BRINGS GOTLAND TO STOCKHOLM
Cheers!
-Cheers! -Cheers!
SWEDEN'S TOP CHEF
-They've kidnapped me! -I had a feeling something was up.
I'll probably be home late.
I hope they're nice to you.
Yeah.
Kisses. Love you.
Love you! Kiss, kiss…
-They're having a hen party. -Yeah?
-She hadn't forbidden it? -Apparently not.
Was Linda there?
Yeah, I assume so.
Fun.
And she'll be at the wedding?
-She's Hanna's best friend, so… -Yes, of course.
-You have to understand that, Marco. -Yes! Of course. I was just asking.
-It went well, I see. -Oh, there you are.
Yes, it went well.
I took him for a ride and said that I'd received a higher bid.
-So he signed right away. -The usual trick.
-Congratulations. -Thank you, dear.
I don't know what I'd do without your support.
What do you think?
About what?
About the dress.
Oh, right.
Yeah, it's nice.
It suits you. Nice colours. It makes you look younger, slimmer.
It's for the wedding.
Fucking hell. I had suppressed that.
Stop it, Martin.
-When does the damn boat leave? -On Friday, for the zillionth time.
-All Friday? Is it a drop-in boat? -Yes, exactly.
I'll check the tickets.
We have to change them anyway. I have meetings all day Friday.
And I go to the tanning salon on Fridays. We'll go on Saturday.
But that's the same day as the wedding.
We promised to arrive a day early in order to meet his parents.
But sometimes life doesn't go as planned.
I don't understand why they're getting married at all.
Because they love each other.
-That's what you think? -Yes, I do.
They don't know each other. It feels like we're going to a drunken wedding in Vegas.
They've been together for a year.
Don't ruin this, Martin. Think of Hanna.
That's what I'm doing.
Well,
when your boy's getting married, you want it to be special.
I understand, Dad. But it's important that it goes according to Hanna's plan.
-And mine, because I've also planned it. -Yes.
-Is Mum there? -Yes.
Maj-Gun! Samuel's on the phone!
-Yes? -Hi, Mum.
Did you receive my email regarding the wedding day?
The email? Yes, I've read it.
Because it's really important.
Everything's under control here.
It's going to be perfect.
You can trust us, Samuel!
-Yes. -Okay, good.
Kisses. See you soon.
Kisses.
I've found the perfect dress.
I love it!
Almost as much as I love Samuel.
-It would have been nice to be there. -I know.
But we want it to be small and intimate.
It'll be me, Samuel, and close friends and family.
That's nice.
But I promise to take lots of pictures.
You're going?
To the wedding?
Yes…
Or…?
Linda's practically family. We've known each other since Year 1…
Oh? So there's a time limit?
No, there isn't.
But it's supposed to be a small wedding.
Can we have some more shots?
You got it.
-Cheers. -The best part of the day.
Hey, I've been thinking.
How the hell are you going to deal with having Hanna's dad as your father-in-law?
Yeah, I get it.
At first, he can seem a bit difficult.
But when you get to know him,
he's even worse.
Right. How does he get along with your parents?
We'll see.
-They've never met? -No.
Good luck. They're going to love each other.
-See you tomorrow. -Yeah.
Hanna?
-She's sleeping. -Oh.
She had a few too… many.
-I see. -Yeah.
-So you had a good time. -Yeah.
I just didn't want to leave your future wife.
-Thank you. -It was nothing.
Hey.
You know that Marco's coming to the wedding?
It's totally fine.
Thanks for letting me bring Jacob.
Jacob?
My new boyfriend.
Goodbye!
Bye.
Fuck!
Hanna?
Mum called. They're not coming.
To the wedding?
No, not tomorrow like we agreed.
Oh, right. But that doesn't matter.
Yes, it does. I'll look bad in front of your parents.
No. Baby, it's all right.
They don't care. They probably have things to sort out.
-Here you go! -Wait.
I'm going to have some water.
How are you?
I should have refused to have a hen party.
I think they hate me.
Why?
They found out that Linda's invited.
Oh boy.
Am I annoying?
Yes.
But I still love you.
I don't deserve you.
Yes, you do.
I'm the lucky one.
I don't have time to feel like this. I have to get the dress. I haven't packed.
And I should call your mum and make sure that she knows what our plan is, because…
Baby.
I did that yesterday.
-Everything's under control. -Everything?
Yes, I think so.
I know so.
Okay.
Good.
In that case, I'll have a shower.
Let's move on. What's happening with Bergsgatan 7?
We've had a very positive response to the ad.
Honey, how's Bergsgatan coming along?
Right, only four people have signed up for the viewing so far.
Also, you know that Jacob and I are off this weekend, right?
-What? -Yes.
We're going to a wedding, on Gotland. I told you that.
Right, yes.
Great!
It's a competitor's daughter that's getting married.
Martin Kjellner's daughter.
Murder Martin?
Yes, exactly.
Linda and his daughter, Hanna, are childhood friends.
She's the one getting married.
We'll just have to manage without Linda for a few days.
And you'll have to manage without me as well.
That's usually not a problem.
I said that as well,
but then he started playing hard to get.
I told him, "You're screwed. You're in deep shit, and you know it."
Good.
Yeah.
-We can take over that agency by August. -Martin? Can you hang up?
-Great. -But…
Wait a minute.
Well, if he'd focused more…
Can you hang up?
…instead of trying to look good…
Martin!
Sorry.
Douglas, hang on a sec.
A hysterical person came in and started shouting.
-What? -There are no plane tickets left.
And there are no car tickets for the ferry.
-Rent a car in Visby. How hard can it be? -Yes, but I--
Well, rent a Tesla or BMW or some other pile of junk.
-I can call later. -It's okay. It wasn't important.
Of course it's packed when I have to leave early.
It's all right. I'll take care of it.
I was lucky. I got the last plane ticket to Gotland.
-Really? Congratulations. -Thank you.
I hope Linda didn't have the same idea.
-What if we end up next to each other? -Hey.
Linda's bringing her new boyfriend.
There's a folder in the backseat.
Can you grab it?
-There's a list of what we have to do. -Whoa!
It'll be a bit different now that Mum and Dad aren't coming.
And we'll have to go over tomorrow with your parents.
Hey?
This might sound silly, but can we switch before we get there?
Why?
If my brother's there, he's going to give me shit.
-In what way? -"So the woman rules your family?"
-No… Seriously? -Yes, seriously.
In that case, we should help him evolve.
-How? -I'll drive.
And you'll tell him that you're fine with that.
Yeah, we'll do that.
That's got to be Samuel!
-Fuck, Kristian's here. -Stand up for what you believe in.
What the hell? She's driving.
Oh!
Yeah. You're finally here.
-Hi! -Hi!
-Hi, Leif. -Was the trip okay?
Welcome, brother.
-Hi. -Hi, Leif.
Hey, I've been thinking about something.
I know what you're going to say. Yes, Hanna was driving.
And you know what? That's fine with me. I even like it.
What?
Things have changed in the relationship between men and women.
What the hell are you talking about?
We couldn't throw a stag party for you since you weren't here.
Oh, right. That's fine. I don't…
-So we're kidnapping you now! -No!
-Yeah! -What are they…?
-Help! -What are they doing?
-Help! -Samuel!
-What's going on? -It's a stag party.
-But he doesn't want one! -You can't decide that for yourself.
Go!
How about that?
Go for it, guys!
But we've made a schedule for today…
I'm sure it'll be okay. I'm going to take care of you now.
-You are? -Yes.
When are your parents getting here?
-Samuel didn't tell you? -No.
They're not going to make it.
-Leifen. -Yes?
They're not coming!
-The parents? -Yes.
They're not going to make it.
No!
But they're coming tomorrow.
We won't have time to get to know each other.
We'll be like strangers.
That's sad news.
-Yes. -Yeah…
But let's not drown ourselves in sorrow and misery.
-No. -Come.
Let me show you what I had in mind for tomorrow.
Leifen, will you take their stuff to the guest house?
Yeah.
But how…
how will we…
how will we recognize them?
It almost made me a bit sad.
-Yes, of course. -Yeah.
But…
Well, I thought we'd eat here tomorrow.
-Well, it's… it's beautiful. -Yeah.
If I understand correctly,
you want to get married at dusk.
-Is that right? -Yes.
In that case, we should eat before.
-So that people won't have to go hungry. -People?
Isn't it better to get the formalities out of the way?
Then the ceremony will be the highlight of the evening.
I emailed you, about…
-Yeah. -Yes.
-Yeah.
Hey, you should take a look at where you'll be staying.
Yeah.
Well, then…
-The place looks lovely. -Thank you.
Well, Hanna, I want to show you something.
Yes?
This.
I wore this when Leif and I got married.
You must have looked lovely.
And
now I've had it altered.
In order to fit you.
Well, I mean…
It's beautiful.
But I did bring my own, so that…
All the women in my family have worn this to their wedding,
for three generations.
That's a long time. That…
Well, of course…
Even traditions must end eventually.
-Maj-Gun? -Yes?
Let's not make this a problem. Let's try it on.
Then you'll be a true Svensson, Hanna.
Thank you.
-But I was going to keep Kjellner. -Oh? Why?
It's just easier. Then I don't have to change the name on my licence or passport.
-Or on Instagram. -Right, Instagram.
Yes.
Yes, times are different now.
Stop here. This is fine.
Come on.
There we go.
Ow.
Come on.
-And a little jump. -What?
Jump!
-Let me out! -Let's take him…
-No! -No!
-Come on! -Yeah.
There we go. We're going to play Closest to the Groom.
-What are you doing? -Calm down. It's tradition.
We did it when Joel got married. He thought it was great fun.
No. But this will be a lot of fun.
-No! -Look here.
This can only be good.
No!
-Good one. -It could be the wind. But you never know.
I'm a master at this.
Ow! What the hell? You're insane!
-Sorry! -Don't get back at Samuel, Joel.
-He wasn't even at your stag party. -What kind of stupid idea is this?
-Sorry, it was stupid. -Yes, sorry.
Let's have a beer and forget about this.
What the hell? Don't I get to throw?
No.
…Samuel Svensson. Please send a text, and I'll…
Hey, how did you get the idea to get married?
And after such a short time?
Because I love Hanna.
Yes, that's one reason, but…
You don't have to get married just because you've fallen in love.
It's not just "falling in love."
What I have with Hanna is
bigger.
Much bigger.
There's just one thing that's a bit difficult.
Her dad
hates me.
Why?
I don't know.
He's always so damn patronizing.
It doesn't matter what I do. I'm not good enough for Martin.
So being a celebrity chef is not enough?
No, apparently not.
But once we're married,
then he has to accept me.
-Is that why you proposed? -No.
No.
But it felt good to see how annoyed he got when we said that we were getting married,
and when he understood that he couldn't do anything to stop it.
You could have just killed him instead.
We don't do that on the mainland.
No, you lot like to complicate things.
Did you have fun?
No. They're out of their minds.
You're lucky you left the island in time.
What?
It's lucky you left the island in time.
-Right. -Yeah.
Hey, Dad.
Could you tone down the Gutnish, just a bit, during the wedding?
-This is how I speak. -No, you're from Gothenburg.
I'm Gotlandic.
No, you're not. I don't understand why you keep this up.
They don't have any respect for people from Gothenburg here.
-I am Gotlandic. -You're speaking in a Gothenburg dialect!
What the hell…
I just slipped into it.
It happens when I get pissed off.
-Yeah. -Where's Hanna?
In the big guest house.
-In the big guest house. -Yeah, I get it.
I'm Gotlandic, for fuck's sake.
Of course, Dad.
You little…
No, not again! No!
Sorry, I tried to stop them, but Kristian's crazy.
Hi.
What's wrong? Did something happen?
Yes.
Your mum wants me to get married in that.
Okay. And you don't want to do that?
Yes.
I'm just so happy.
Oh!
-Of course I fucking don't, Samuel! -No, okay.
There are so many traditions here on the island.
I refuse!
You have to fix this. If I say something, your mum will break down and hate me!
Yes, okay. I'll try to talk to her.
But it's hard. She's--
I'll take care of it.
Hey.
It's our day,
our wedding.
Yeah.
Oh.
-What's that? -We have to go out.
-Why? -When the bell rings, you have to come.
Jan-Inge, who's going to marry us, is coming today.
It's probably that.
Okay, you go ahead. I have to change and freshen up.
-Did something happen? -Jan-Inge.
He fell from a roof and broke his leg.
-What? Now? -Yes.
-Today? -Yes.
Which roof was it? The main house?
No, he mentioned he was going to put a new roof on the barn.
-The new, the small, or the shitty barn? -Wasn't it the brewhouse?
-No, I think it was the old barn. -Yes, it was the old barn.
-Does it matter? -What?
Which roof it was. Why is that of interest?
You want to know how high up it was.
And I want to know who the hell's going to marry us tomorrow!
Yeah…
Huh?
-Hi! -Oh my God.
-You scared me. -What are you doing?
I'm getting changed.
Who are you?
Linus!
He's here!
Linus, you're not supposed to be here.
Go to Daddy.
Sorry, he just snuck off.
No, don't worry.
Well, we haven't met.
Jessie.
-Right! -Married to Kristian.
Of course.
Hanna.
Sorry, there's been so much going on, and I'm a little nervous.
Believe me, I understand.
So did she try to force that on you?
Yes. Well, she didn't force me, but…
God, sorry. Maybe you like it.
It's beautiful.
But not on me, not for my wedding.
I hate our wedding photo. It looks like a poster for Skansen.
-We're going to try to get rid of it. -Okay. Good luck with that.
Thanks.
Did you hear about Jan-Inge?
What?
Did you hear?
Yes, Jessie told me.
Dad's making some calls, trying to find someone else.
Yeah, I understand.
Hey, Samuel, shall we go inside and talk?
-Yeah, sure. -Come.
-Samuel? -Yes?
-Shouldn't we just call the pastor? -No.
It's to be a civil ceremony. That's important to Hanna.
And pretty important to me.
Right.
-What are you doing? -We'll call it off. We'll forget it.
I brought it in case of crisis, like now. Can you grab the glasses?
Baby.
It'll be all right. It'll be just like we want it.
How?
It'll be perfect. I promise.
Yes, come in.
It's sorted.
-You found someone? -Yes.
-Is it a priest? -No, it's Bertil Fred.
He also works for the municipality.
-Really? -Yes.
He's… I think he's a Centre Party member or something.
So you can stop worrying.
Thank you!
Are you drinking now?
No, absolutely not.
I was just asking Samuel why he brought it.
Yes. No, I…
I brought it in case of a crisis.
But now it's no longer a crisis.
I think you should get some rest now.
Tomorrow's a big day.
Still feel like some?
No.
-Hi. -Hi.
Today's our day.
-What? -Yeah.
That didn't sound good.
I was just kidding.
You were?
Yes.
But, Samuel…
I didn't mean… It was a joke.
Hey…
You fell for that?
Yeah, I did.
Can I open it?
You can open it.
Stop…
It's gold, real gold.
So you can sell it when you become a widow.
Oh, good. You've thought of everything.
-Shall I? -Mm.
There…
-I have it. -Yeah.
No, almost. Wait.
There!
It's so pretty.
Thanks, baby.
After putting it in that bag, I'm not sure if I even brought it.
What's going on?
Whoa.
Good morning!
Come, I'm going to show you something.
How about that?
"Forever"!
-You didn't see that coming, did you? -No…
It…
I think we've been pretty clear about us…
us wanting a small wedding.
We thought it was so sad.
-I mean, we were genuinely upset. -Yeah.
When we realized how few friends you have.
-But… -What?
-Mum and I decided to go big. -Yeah.
"No little crap wedding," like Leifen said.
But the thing is, we…
we want a--
What's that?
It's Dad's little surprise,
a bar on wheels.
Oh God.
-What a party it's going to be. -Yeah.
And let me know when you need my help.
With what?
Putting on the costume.
-Yeah… -Yeah, right.
It…
Mum, we thought that…
Yes?
That I can help her.
The groom can't do that!
No.
-No. -But I don't want to.
I… I don't want to be a bother.
You have so much to do, so it…
That's a labour of love.
There's always time for that.
Yeah.
Linda!
-Hi! -Hi!
I thought you were already there.
No, Martin had some meetings that he couldn't reschedule.
-You know. -Yeah, I understand.
-Mm. -Yeah.
-Do you have a car? -We're taking the bus.
-We? -Me and my new boyfriend.
What about Marco? Isn't he coming?
Yeah, I think so.
Yeah…
Maybe you want a ride? We have a rental.
Yes, if we can fit?
Yes, of course.
-See you at the port. -Thanks. Yes.
-Bye! -Bye.
Passengers with pets on car deck
shall now meet at the information desk on deck 7.
-What the hell? Are you drinking now? -Yeah, coffee and a drink.
You should be allowed some enjoyment.
-But we're driving. I've rented a car. -Surely only one of us has to drive?
It'll have to be you. Or did you rent a car with dual steering?
Cheers.
Well, Linda and her boyfriend are riding with us.
I ran into her in the queue.
Marco.
She's met someone new.
-Someone new? -Yep.
Well, Linda's smart.
Maybe she can inspire Hanna to do the same.
Martin, cut it out.
Stop that.
Good night.
There you are!
Here we are.
-Hi. Helene. -What have we here?
-Pleasure. -Jacob.
Little Linda. Hi.
I heard that you traded up. What have you got?
This is Jacob.
Hi, it's such a pleasure meeting a true legend.
Thank you.
Legend?
That's what Martin Kjellner is to us in the brokerage industry.
-Oh! -How about that? Where do you work?
In the same office as Linda. Sjögren & Hallman.
Oh, right. Well, hell.
What's it like having Johan Sjögren as a boss?
Yeah, it's fine. I like him and stuff.
You can be straight with me. He's useless.
Well, yeah, he can really be a piece of shit.
Piece of shit is a bit harsh. I'm just messing with you.
Right.
Let's go to the car rental agency. I think it's this way.
-Did you fall for that one? -Yes…
What's he on? Amphetamines?
What the hell? Is he awake?
-Hello? -I have a few things left to do.
-It's difficult doing two things at once. -Yes, I understand.
-Well, we've booked-- -Kjellner?
Yes, exactly.
-Car? -Yes, unless you have a pedal boat.
So, renting a car…
I have a Toyota 86.
Unlimited mileage. Picked up empty, returned empty.
It's parked outside.
What language is he speaking?
So there's no petrol in the tank?
Very little.
-But enough to get to a petrol station? -If you're lucky.
It's always a gamble.
-Do you want my licence? -No, you drive at your own risk.
Right, I understand.
There we go.
-Well, here you go. -Thank you.
Yeah, one more thing.
He can be a bit grumpy.
I'm telling you now so that it won't come as a surprise.
-Great, thank you for that. -Yeah.
This car is a bit troublesome. It'll be…
M-X-B-0-0-8.
There!
Yes, there. Thank you.
For fuck's sake, Helene.
I give you a simple task,
and this is the result.
There was one car on the entire island. I called Hertz, Avis…
You said, "Rent a Tesla, BMW, or some other pile of junk."
Well, here's another pile of junk.
Put your stuff in the car so that we can leave.
We have to stop for petrol.
Put it in the car.
At least we made it up the hill, guys!
It's a bit scary, this car.
-It's as if the brakes aren't responding. -Don't drive so fast, then.
But…
What the hell?
She looks like a princess.
Well, then…
Oh.
Okay, tell me. How are we going to fix this?
Like…
-I don't know. -You're a wimp.
-Will they decide everything? -I'm trying to make the best of it.
The wimp said.
Do we have to make such a big deal out of this?
Okay, things didn't turn out exactly as planned,
but…
-Can't we try to enjoy the day anyway? -Yeah.
-You're right. -Yes.
Let's do that.
-Mm. -Yeah.
I just have to make sure it turns out the way I want at my next wedding.
What are we going to do now? Sacrifice a cow for good weather?
-No, a lamb. -What?
-I don't know. -So why are we standing here?
When the bell rings, you have to come. It's tradition.
There you are.
What's going on?
Well, we figured that,
since you're getting married so late, we'll flip everything around
and do it before.
-Do what? -The bride viewing.
-Sorry? -The bride viewing.
It's tradition. Haven't you told her, Samuel?
We haven't planned for that.
-What is this? -You just have to make an appearance.
In front of whom?
The people who live around here.
There might be a lot of people. We put an ad in the paper.
My parents aren't here, and my friends…
Maybe we can hold off on the bride viewing until they…
they arrive.
Because I… I just have to… Sorry, it…
-Hi. -Where are you? I need you.
-Is everything okay? -No, everything's going to shit.
Nothing's going as planned. I need you now.
We're almost there. Your parents gave us a lift.
Tell them to step on it, or you'll miss the bride viewing.
Hanna told me to tell you to hurry.
There's a…
bride viewing.
Bride viewing?
Hanna?
Yes, I'm here!
Oh, there.
They want you to come now.
Relax, it'll be over in a few minutes.
I look good.
Yeah.
It's almost shocking.
But not as good as you.
They're waiting for you.
Here comes the bride!
And here comes the groom!
Now me and Maj-Gun would like to sing a song
that we've written ourselves.
Yeah. It's called "Love Forever."
In a time when we're separated
All the time
Love forever
Sounds like a nicer ending
You could almost say
It's an excellent concept
Old, tried and tested
It might sound crazy
But love forever
Has a simple recipe
Just love
And dance
And laugh and be free
Tell the truth if need be
Argue and fight
But if somewhere along the way
It ends in tears
Remember it's never
Too hard
To say you're sorry
Have they already started?
Is someone singing?
For fuck's sake. Turn around and go home.
The brakes aren't responding.
Shit, they're not responding!
But if somewhere along the way
It ends in tears…
-Stop the car. What the hell? Stop! -Shit!
No!
Helene…
Oh.
Well, that's a good spot.
Did anyone get hurt?
No. I'm okay.
Oh…
Hi.
Sorry, we…
The brakes weren't responding, because…
It's a rental.
-Mum, hi. -Hi, sweetie!
I'm Hanna's mum, Helene.
-Samuel's dad, Leif. -Hi.
"Life"? You're English?
-Hi! -Linda!
Leif! Stop it!
-And I'm Samuel's mum. -Yeah, it's a pleasure.
-Maj. -Maj-Gun.
-Maj-Gun, right. -Yeah.
-Hi, Dad. -Hi there! Hi.
-You look nice. -Thanks.
And there's a fancy dress party. There was no mention of that.
You've dressed up as well. Nice.
Welcome. I'm glad you're here.
Right.
So this is where you grew up, or tried to grow up.
Well, that explains it.
Well, then…
You're probably hungry. Yeah.
-Yeah. -Would you like some food?
-Yes. -Definitely.
Yeah? Go ahead.
Jessie, will you give me a hand?
-Hi. Samuel. -Hey. Jacob.
Well, hell.
That's what happens when you let the woman drive.
-How do you feel? -A bit better now, actually.
But I thought about cancelling it, just calling it off.
-Are you going to wear that? -No, I am not.
-It's pretty though. -Would you have got married in it?
So?
A small, intimate wedding?
You can't take any pictures.
If the other girls see this, they'll never forgive me.
No.
-Is everything okay, honey? -No, but maybe it will be.
Did something go wrong?
Well, it's
pretty though.
You think?
Honey, all that matters is that you love each other.
That's what counts.
I wish my mum would have told me that before I got married.
To the tables!
Sit wherever you want!
There are no seating arrangements here!
Here.
That's for you.
-It's so beautiful. -Mum?
You don't think we're supposed to sit over there,
at the top table with Hanna and Samuel?
No, I'm fine here.
Well, then I can sit here, next to you.
You do that. Make sure to bask in the glory.
Yeah.
Marco!
Everyone, this is Marco.
He's my best friend and partner.
Oh.
-So where shall we put you? -Yeah.
Here's an empty chair,
next to this young, pretty lady here.
I don't know if--
-Yes, this is perfect. -Okay, thank you.
-Hi. -Hi.
-HI.
You know that's her ex, right?
Yes, I know. He's a real loser.
One of many.
-Hi. -Hi.
Martin, aren't you going to say something?
-What? -Well, we're guests.
-And it's your daughter's wedding. -She's your daughter too.
But it's tradition for the father to deliver the opening speech.
-The father of the bride. -Have you heard that?
That the father's supposed to deliver the first speech?
No, I've actually never heard that.
Hi, everyone.
My name's Helene,
and I'm not just the person who ruined the beautiful arch,
but I'm also Hanna's mum.
And as a mother,
this might be the greatest day of your life.
Except the day when you were born, because that will always be the greatest.
When you were little, Hanna,
you said to me,
"Mum, I'm never going to get married!"
No, because you were going to live with a horse.
But those plans changed, thank goodness,
when you met Samuel.
I've never seen you so happy.
And you two are…
I mean, look at them.
They're perfect together.
And that you dare and want to take this big step
this early in your relatively short relationship, I think…
It feels right, somehow.
Hanna, I love you.
And I want you to know that we are so proud of you.
And, Samuel,
there's no one I'd rather see
by Hanna's side in life.
Maybe I can say a few words as well,
if that's all right.
Normally,
you eat and give speeches
after the actual ceremony.
But I guess it's a strange tradition here on the island
that compels you to do the opposite.
My name's Martin Kjellner.
Thank you.
Hanna, I love you.
There's no one I wish as much happiness and success as you.
You're the person who means the most to me.
That's that.
And I just want to say that I agree with Martin
regarding wishing you happiness and prosperity in life.
And a big thank you to Maj-Gun and Leif for making this possible.
It's beautifully arranged.
Yeah… And sorry again for the property damage.
Let's toast to the bride and groom.
Cheers and congratulations!
-Yep. -Cheers!
-Cheers!
Yeah…
Dear friends,
soon Bertil will be here
to marry the young couple.
But…
Dag, now I'd like you to sing a real,
genuine Gotlandic drinking song.
You bet.
Good!
I suggest "Thanks for the Drink."
-Most of you know that one, right? -Yes.
Thanks for the drink that we got
That we got That we got
Puts your stomach in good shape
In good shape In good shape…
-Was your name Linda? -Yes.
-Yeah. And you're friends with Hanna? -Yes.
-We've been friends since primary school. -That's lovely.
Then you really know each other well.
Yeah.
-Are you having a nice time? -Yes, really nice.
That was a handsome man I put next to you, wasn't it?
-Yes -I wonder if he might be single.
Which he can continue to be, if you ask me.
We were together,
but that bastard cheated on me with an event coordinator, so…
Was it one of those conference fucks?
Exactly.
-You look really good in that. -Thanks.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Can I speak to Samuel? -Yes, of course.
-See you later. -Yeah.
-Yes? -What about it?
-What? -This.
Well, maybe I can…
maybe I can speak to Mum about…
about it and say…
You don't have a plan?
Yum.
-Hi, Linus. -Hi.
Is the ice cream good?
More ice cream!
You know what? I'm going to give you a hug.
No, stop it!
No!
Samuel, there are stains on the costume!
What happened?
It's chocolate.
You can't save it?
-Maybe it won't show. -You can't get married in a dirty dress.
No.
What, then?
Well, didn't you bring your own?
I did,
but nothing as pretty.
I'm sorry, Hanna.
That's what I should've done.
Done what?
With the costume. Smart.
Tell Linus I said thanks.
Hanna,
I'm so happy that you're going to be my sister-in-law.
Me too.
-Can I ask you something? -Yes.
Do you think that Samuel's soft?
-A wimp? -What?
No. Why do you ask?
Because we've planned this wedding,
and they've completely taken over.
-And Samuel doesn't say anything. -He's scared of Maj-Gun.
Kristian's the same.
No one stands up to her.
When Maj-Gun's made up her mind, that's that.
Hey, Hanna.
The unfortunate accident with the costume got me thinking.
This.
My grandma wore this when she got married, and…
Well, it would mean a lot to me if you'd wear it tonight.
As a consolation for what happened to the costume.
Thank you.
You're going to look so beautiful.
Yeah.
-Right? -Yes.
-Yes.
Does it never end?
What the hell? No folk costume?
No, Hanna changed that.
Oh. What a shame.
-Have you spoken to each other? -No.
-How does it feel? -Like it's my fault for being an idiot.
That's good.
That's a start.
Of what?
Your new life.
-I'd rather have my old one back. -Then you'll have to fight for it.
What do you mean, fight? It's too late. She's with that broker guy.
-Have you spoken to him? -No.
He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
-You're so beautiful. -Your mum wants me to wear this.
-What's that? -A family heirloom.
Your mum's grandma wore it at her wedding,
and then it's been in a box since the 19th century.
-Or that's what it smells like. -But that… I…
Here I come!
Bertil!
So where's the bridal couple?
I can't believe you got yourself such a looker.
You're not playing in the same division, so to speak.
So you're a Centre Party member?
Hell no!
No, I've left them.
Oh?
Yeah… No, you…
I'm with SD now.
It's livelier, so to speak.
They have better parties.
Don't think that you,
just because you're a celebrity…
That's why you got her. She's just too pretty for you.
Did you switch parties?
No! Oh!
Hanna?
Open up. We need to talk.
-She wants to be alone. -But…
She'll be out soon.
Drive carefully. He works for the municipality.
Yes, we know.
-What do we do now? -Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
Well, Life.
-Maybe we can go home now? -What?
-Well, it's off now, I hope. -You bet your ass it's not.
The pig farmer's going to solve it? How reassuring.
Easy, Leifen.
Cheers.
Lars?
Sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
-What do you want? -Well…
I was wondering…
I'd like to ask you for a small favour.
What kind of favour?
Samuel, my youngest, is getting married.
Right. Civilly, wasn't it?
No, it's not like that.
They really want a priest.
When did they realize that?
They always wanted one,
but I misunderstood everything.
-You wanted them to have a civil ceremony? -Yes!
I'm a traditional believer.
I'm not a biblical literalist,
but I'm very, very Christian.
I don't remember seeing you in church very often.
I always sit at the back,
a bit out of sight.
Well, here.
All the paperwork so that you can see that everything's in order.
Kjellner?
Yes.
Yes, I'll be there. I just have to go change.
God bless you, Lars!
So things didn't go exactly as planned today.
-Some other things happened. -Yes, they did.
But, Hanna, you can't try to control everything in life.
If you do that, you'll go crazy.
-You sound just like Samuel. -Possibly.
Maybe we say the same things because we love you.
Hey.
Let whatever happens, happen.
DYNG RAUK - SHEEP BEER - POISON
-Do you have punch? -What the hell are you talking about?
-Fine, I'll have a Dyng Rauk. -What a success.
When's the next officiant coming?
Is there somewhere we can speak in private?
Yeah, okay.
So this is what you have to offer?
Where are we, in the living room?
What do you want?
As you might imagine,
I know my daughter pretty well.
I can tell when she's happy.
Today's not one of those days.
So what do you say? Should we call this spectacle off before it's too late?
-Do you know what I think of you? -No, and I don't give a shit.
But we weren't going to talk about me.
A strange thing happened a moment ago.
-Yes? -I overheard your brother.
He was cackling with some other country bumpkins.
And it sounded like you'd said
that you proposed to Hanna just to fuck with me.
That's not true.
Judging by your reaction, I think it might be.
Have you spoken to Hanna about this?
No, probably not.
I think you should.
She'd probably think it was incredibly romantic.
But maybe you don't dare?
Maybe you want some help? I can help you out.
What do you think?
What the hell's this?
Yeah…
-Hi. Welcome. -Thank you very much. Thank you.
Well done.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
-Hi. Samuel. -Lars.
I'm happy you were available.
Of course I'll help
when the congregation's most devoted churchgoer asks.
These are the bride's parents.
-Martin Kjellner. -Lars.
Hi, Helene.
Hi.
-Long time no see. -Mm.
What the hell was that?
Do you know each other?
Yes, in another life.
Oh, wonderful.
Maybe we don't have to rush the ceremony or whatever you call it?
Maybe we can offer you wine? Or beer?
Wine, please.
-Preferably red. -Yeah.
Like the blood of Christ.
Not everything has to have biblical references.
No, sorry.
I'll go get Hanna.
Good luck.
Shall we take a seat?
-Mum? -Yes?
Well…
Hanna doesn't want the veil.
And neither do I.
Oh?
It doesn't go with the dress.
That's that.
There'll be no veil.
There's no need to raise your voice.
That's okay.
I was just asking.
Don't take it so seriously.
-Is she in there? -Yes.
Has she seen the priest?
Before that, I studied economics in Uppsala.
Oh!
That's when we got to know each other.
Exactly.
Then you show up here. That's odd.
Yeah.
Sometimes, it's a small world.
But then one day, God called you.
God damn it! Leif!
Sorry.
-Maybe we should get started. -I think…
It would be great if I could go somewhere to change.
-Yes, follow me. -Thank you.
Try to… Yeah.
Well, there's a priest here now.
I know you don't want that. I can speak to him.
-It's fine. -What?
-Are you sure? -Mm.
And I spoke to Mum,
about you not wanting the veil.
-And how did it go? -She said, "No problem."
What?
I was also surprised.
Are we ready?
Yes, there's just one thing that I have to
tell you.
I proposed to you because I love you more than anything.
Yes?
But…
maybe a small part of me
did it just to…
to spite your dad.
You know what a jerk he can be.
Do you remember Christmas Eve? How horrible he was to me?
You proposed on Christmas Day.
-Yes. -To get back at my dad.
No, b…
no, because I love you.
But, yes, it might have contributed to me deciding then.
Okay, that settles it.
This day, that was supposed to be our day,
has turned into a day
that I'd sooner forget.
Yeah, but…
I'll go tell the priest.
Well, Pastor.
What a surprise.
Yes, it… For me too.
Do you think it's chance?
Or did God bring us together again?
Only God knows.
Yeah…
You've barely aged.
Neither have you.
You…
-Are you practicing law? -No.
Or I did for a while, but that was a long time ago.
The last 20 years,
I've mainly been doing household duties.
Can I ask you something?
Did you decide to become a priest because things ended between us?
Partly.
I'm sorry.
It's not a punishment, becoming a priest.
I don't have to live in celibacy either.
Oh, good!
That's good to know.
Yeah.
Why are you lying here?
It's time.
The wedding's off. It's your fault.
My fault?
Yes.
You've been going around saying I wanted to fuck with Martin. He heard that.
Oh boy. That's not good.
How the fuck could you betray me?
Relax. Fuck, sorry. I didn't mean to.
But maybe this was for the best.
For the best?
Now you don't have to get married for the wrong reason.
Do you love Hanna?
Yes, of course.
Then I don't really understand what the problem is.
Marriage is a question of legality.
But real love stands on its own two feet.
I don't know if I have any feet left to stand on.
Yes, you do.
Trust me.
Yes, thanks for the wonderful music!
Let's gather in procession
and walk together down to the lake.
Everyone,
my brother has something to say.
The wedding's off.
What?
Hanna and I have decided to cancel it.
That's great!
I mean, what a shame. Then we won't be family.
-That's a bit sad. -Hey, Martin.
I think we should go behind the barn and have a chat.
So he has lost face now?
-Son of a bitch! -Martin, please!
-Leif! -Easy now.
-No… -God, he…
-No. -Sorry, Leif. I didn't mean to.
-Shit! -Dad!
-You all right? -No, it's the arm.
-The arm? -Yes.
That's called karma.
Pack up your things before the shit really hits the fan.
-Helene, let's go. -Lie still.
Easy, Leifen. We'll call an ambulance.
What a day.
Oh.
It never ends.
Martin!
I can help you pack!
Forgive me, Leif. I'm so sorry.
It wasn't your fault.
Maybe we should leave an ambulance here.
No, that's enough now.
-Can I come along? -What are you doing?
You have to take care of the guests, at least the nice ones.
Yes, of course.
Sorry, have you seen Hanna?
Hanna?
Oh, Hanna! Yes, she took the bike and went that way.
-She did? -Yes, on that road there.
-Thank you. -She didn't look too happy.
Do you want to be alone?
Well, this is a day you won't forget.
No.
I feel so bad for them,
especially for Hanna,
who had planned it so carefully, the way she wanted it.
If someone had planned this day the way it turned out,
they would have had to be mental.
You could've planned a day like this.
Absolutely.
It's a real Marco day.
I know that you hate me.
I want you to know that it didn't mean anything,
not really.
What?
I tried to cheat to make you jealous.
Why?
Because it felt like you didn't care about us any more.
Like you were slipping away.
Then you hatched your master plan?
Yes.
What do you mean, "tried"?
Nothing happened.
I couldn't do it.
-So why did you say it did? -To see how you'd react.
You're so fucking stupid.
And ugly.
Now that you mention it…
You're stupid and ugly.
You just really want to…
Hit me.
Coward.
Harder.
-What's that? -For defence.
In case there's more violence.
Smart.
You can grab those. I have to find the wife.
Yes, absolutely.
Hello, can someone give us a lift?
What the hell?
No one? No?
What a bunch of layabouts.
Helene, I'm leaving!
For fuck's…
-Helene, I'm leaving without you! -I'm staying.
Where the hell have you been? We're leaving.
You can leave. I'm staying.
What do you mean? You'll do as I say.
-We're leaving this fucking spectacle. -Enough.
I'm so fucking tired of running around trying to clean up
after you've insulted every person we've ever met!
God, I regret wasting half my life
on a pillock in a suit.
What are you yapping about? I said, we're leaving!
I'm staying, Martin. Do you hear me?
-You can go home. -What the hell's wrong with you?
-You're coming home with me… -Stop.
Move, you fucking priest!
-Move! -Stop it, Martin!
-Move. -No…
-Move, for fuck's sake! -Someone do something!
-He can take care of himself. -Stop fighting.
-How would he take care of himself? -Why don't you find out?
-Take it easy. -Jacob, let go!
Jacob!
No…
Marco?
What did you do?
Go to hell.
Marco? Ma--
He hit his head. Can someone call an ambulance?
I'll call.
Hi.
Samuel.
Hanna.
I was at a wedding over there.
It was no fun at all.
We were probably at the same one. I recognize you.
I think they're getting married here.
Why? It's so unnecessary.
I've been thinking the same thing.
What matters is that they love each other.
I hope they do.
I know that he's crazy about her.
He said that he can't live without her.
Oh?
Yes, he said so.
Just now, I heard him.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
What's wrong with you?
We normally have really quiet parties on this farm.
There we go.
Where are you taking him?
The hospital.
-Can I come along? -Yes.
AMBULANCE
But you're not together any more.
Come back. You're not together any more.
-It's-- -Hey.
You should go back to the mainland.
Now!
A suitcase with wheels is practical.
What would you have done if Martin had attacked you?
Let's just say I would've handled it.
Okay?
I am a black belt in karate.
-What? -Yes.
I'm a seven-time winner
of the Church of Sweden's karate championship for priests.
-You're joking. -No, it's true.
There's usually just four of us competing, but it's still really fun to win.
Yeah…
I'll probably have a lot to deal with when I get home.
-Yes. -But maybe we can…
We can meet once everything's calmed down?
You know where to find me.
Good night.
HOSPITAL - MAIN ENTRANCE - PHARMACY
THE CELEBRITY CHEF'S FAILED PARTY AMBULANCE ON SITE
Hi.
What time is it?
Half past seven.
Did you get any sleep?
But it's okay.
Thanks for coming along.
Did they say anything about when I can leave here?
Pretty soon, I think.
It was only a mild concussion.
Yeah.
Or there are some gaps in my memory.
What happened?
Jacob hit you with a piece of wood.
Then the ambulance came.
Where's he?
Who?
Jacob.
What Jacob?
Well, what else happened?
Oh, right.
I forgot.
You proposed to me in the ambulance.
-I did? -Yes.
What did you say?
That you were an idiot.
Yeah, of course.
Then I said yes.
What?
Because I'm also an idiot.
Here.
What's going on here?
We're getting married.
Really? Here on the island?
-No. -No.
Right.
Do I have to pay for this?
No, it's included in the price.
Great!
Is it true?
-The thing with your dad? -Yes.
-I can't take it any more. -Oh…
I can't take it.
No.
I love Dad,
but I've been wondering how long you'd stand it.
Yeah, way too long.
Huh?
-And this thing with the priest? -No, we're just old friends.
Right now.
That could change.
Yeah, I'm sorry about the property damage.
-It is what it is. -Yeah.
-Will you come back later in the summer? -Yes, we have to.
Will there be a wedding then?
-No. -No.
No.
Good.
It only leads to trouble and chaos.
Yeah…
You seem to be doing pretty good anyway.
-Yeah, we're fine. -Yeah.
Here's Leifen.
Yep…
Lucky you're still here.
You have to take Linda and Marco's stuff with you.
-How is he? -He's good.
They're getting married.
-What? -What?
Yes, indeed.
He proposed, and she said yes.
Fantastic!
Wonderful!
-Yes, let's… -Yeah.
Yeah.
-Bye, Mum. -Bye.
-Come again. -I'm sorry for, well, everything.
No, it's nothing.
Brother.
Samuel.
Hey, Jessie's driving.
Yeah, I lost my licence last winter, so it…
Fourteen speeding tickets was a bit much for the authorities.
-But it's fun to just sit there as well. -You can try telling us that.
It was a blessing, the day he lost his licence.
It was no fun at all.
-High up… -No, come.
Oh, okay.
TWO MONTHS LATER
LINDA AND MARCO
-You're so pretty. -Thank you!
Oh my God. This is kinda crazy.
Hanna.
Can you keep a secret?
Yes, of course.
You know how I said that Marco proposed in the ambulance?
Yes, I know.
He didn't.
What?
I just said that he did.
But… but, Linda…
I know. But it worked.
Absolutely.
Everyone should do that.
-Hi. -Hi.
Let's do this.
Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today
to join Linda and Marco in holy matrimony.
Was it something important?
Or can we continue?
He said yes.
ONE YEAR LATER
In a time when we're separated
All the time
Love forever
Sounds like a nicer ending
You could almost say
It's an excellent concept
Old, tried and tested
It might sound crazy
But love forever
Has a simple recipe
Just love
And dance
And laugh and be free
Tell the truth if need be
Argue and fight
But if somewhere along the way
It ends in tears
Remember it's never
Too hard
To say you're sorry
When you met, you were clueless
Today, you know almost everything
You're ready for commitment
But if a cold wind blows
Well, then love forever
Is a warming concept
Old, tried and tested
Honest and worn, but simple…
Recipe
Just love
And dance
And laugh and be free
Tell the truth if need be
Argue and fight
But if somewhere along the way
It ends in tears
Remember it's never
Too hard
To say you're sorry
Remember, it's never
Too hard
To say you're sorry