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[woman] Well, um…
Bon fromage. Mmm.
[woman] What can I even write about myself?
You want to know a bit about me?
Okay, then.
BASED ON THE BOOK BY EMMA HAMBERG
[woman] Bonjour.
Agneta is my name.
And I love everything about France.
I love the cheese, the wine, the people. Baguette.
[clears throat] And, uh, those little, uh… macarons.
And cheese. Did I say that?
I would love to be able to stroll around in an old French village.
I've never been to France.
It kind of never happened.
And as my life trundled along,
I found myself working for the Transport Administration for 25 years.
It's not Paris, but it's convenient.
STA, Agneta Strömberg. How can I help you?
[Agneta] And Magnus, my husband…
Brilliant.
[Agneta] …likes things to be convenient. He has a very healthy lifestyle.
It's really handy that he has his workout partner, Linda.
It means I don't have to do it.
He's blacklisted everything that tastes of France at home.
The only things I enjoyed.
I have two kids who've flown the nest.
We talk sometimes, when they need money. Through the app, anyway.
Okay.
[indistinct chatter]
[Agneta] I suppose the only thing left to do is prepare for my retirement.
Or maybe my… death.
-Good night. -Good night.
[Agneta] Magnus thinks that I lack drive. But I do have it in me.
I guess it's just not the right kind of drive.
[sensual jazz music continues]
FRENCH ESTATES
STA, Agneta Strömberg. How can I help you?
Well, I suppose there isn't much else to say about me.
It's not that I've just made do or given up on things,
I just don't expect that much from life.
Agneta Strömberg. What can I help you with?
[sensual jazz music continues]
[munching loudly]
[music ends]
Agneta?
[Agneta] So… they let me go.
Well, who wants to hire a nearly 50-year-old woman
who only has one lousy job listed on her resume?
Maybe you do.
Looking after an older boy who needs help…
Well, that's definitely something I can do.
The job is located… in Provence.
Immediate start.
"Someone to cook food and wash the clothes."
"And clean a very big house."
"Please note, very important:
Every Friday at 5:00 p.m., sit in bar."
[poignant accordion music plays]
Well, I mean, this I could do.
Agneta, 49 years old.
I'm skilled in both cooking and cleaning.
I can take care of big and small boys.
With a black belt in stain removal.
[Agneta] Huh, that actually turns my whole life of useless labour
into a decent resume. Mm.
You know, my first thought was, "No, I can't do this."
But now, I honestly can't think of a single reason
why I shouldn't send this and apply.
[laughs]
[Agneta] So, Mr. Fabien. This is my really long resume.
And don't forget…
[laughs]
[Agneta] …"I love
Fre… France."
[accordion music continues]
[laughs]
Oh my goodness!
[music fades]
[snoring]
-[fly buzzing] -[crows cawing outside]
[cell phone pings and vibrates]
[breathes deeply]
[groans]
No…
[laughs]
[accordion music resumes]
[accordion music continues]
[Agneta] Oh…
[music builds]
[door opens]
-Linda says there might be a job at a… -[Agneta groans]
[Magnus] What…?
What is this?
[Agneta] Good morning.
Is that wine?
Have you been drinking alone?
-I smell cheese. -No.
Agneta, I'm sorry.
I didn't realise how much this…
I honestly didn't realise how hard you were taking this work thing.
[Magnus sighs]
We're a team. We… we can do this.
Together. You don't need to worry about anything. Um…
We'll work it out.
You and me, okay?
You don't need to worry about it. I will handle everything.
I'll be fine, Magnus, I can manage it. Thank you.
-I'm here. You don't have to it alone… -I can do it, okay.
-My darling. -I can, I've actually…
I've, uh… I've actually applied for a…
something in the listings here. [sniffs]
Here. There's actually a little… Swedish boy.
Who lives over in Provence, who's been looking for a little au pair.
I sort of… Well, I actually got the job.
-[Agneta inhales] -[stifled laughter]
But you can't. [laughs]
-You can't do that. -What?
An au pair? You're joking. You'll be an au pair?
In France?
"Je m'appelle Agneta."
"Hi, I'm your new au pair."
[laughs] Gosh, sorry.
You've got to be joking. I mean, come on, Agneta, would you…
Would you seriously go to France all by yourself?
I would.
Hm. You are terrified of travelling on your own.
You couldn't even visit me when I lived in Gothenburg for two years.
-I was 21 then. -You were.
That's true, but now you're nearly 50, my love.
And other women your age don't work as au pairs.
There is a young, little boy, in Provence,
who's been looking for help to clean the house.
And they picked me.
I've finally found my drive, Magnus. So, yes, I'm going to France.
I am.
-You know what, Agneta? -What?
I think you should go to France.
But… don't go calling me when you're on your own, alone, in France.
When you're in some tiny village or wandering down a street, or lost,
without money, since you've lost your purse or had it stolen.
And you're all alone because you don't even speak a word of French, do you? Hm?
-I'd love to see how you cope. -We'll see.
-[Magnus] "We'll see?" -We will see, Magnus.
-We'll see. -[Agneta] We'll see, exactly.
-[Magnus] We'll see how it goes. -Yeah.
-We will see. -[Agneta] We will see.
We will see.
[announcer] The train will now be departing. Please stand back.
[whistle blows]
[tranquil accordion music plays]
No, no, go on.
Oh.
Okay.
-[music fades] -[Agneta sighs deeply]
[accordion music resumes]
[music builds]
[accordion music ends]
[water trickling]
Wait, no, I…
Hey! Wait. No, no, my bags!
[exhales sharply]
[fly buzzing]
[dog barking in distance]
[church bell rings]
[thunder rumbling]
-[church bell gets louder] -[rain pattering]
[breathing shakily]
[man singing in French]
-Hello? -[man] Oui?
Bonsoir.
[Agneta] Uh…
[music playing on radio]
Uh…
[in French] We're about to close, but please…
-[in English] Uh, no, no, I… -[in French] Please, sit…
Allez!
[in French] It's no problem at all. There you go. Just a second.
[thunder rumbling outside]
Right… There you go.
-So, what would you like? -[in English] Uh, this…
No, I'm here for… I'm hired.
-[smacks lips] -[in French] I… don't understand.
Um…
-Fabien? -Fabien.
-[Agneta in English] Fabien, it's you. -C'est moi.
Okay. Uh… um, remember Agneta?
[inhales deeply] Uh…
-[in French] We don't have "anjeta." -[in English] Hang on. My…
[clicks tongue]
Je m'appelle Agneta.
-Au pair. -Anjeta?
-Yes. Yeah. -Anjeta!
-[in French] Anjeta! It's a pleasure. -[in English] Yeah.
-Bonsoir! Ça va bien? -Oh! No…
[in French] Oh, sorry.
[Fabien clears throat]
[in French] Follow me.
-[in English] Hm? -[in French] We'll pick up Bonibelle.
-Come on. Come on! -[in English] Uh… okay.
[Fabien] Bonibelle!
[in French] Anjeta is here!
[door opens]
[Fabien] Ah! Ça va?
[rain pattering]
[woman coos tenderly]
[in French] I'm Bonibelle.
Come, Anjeta. Come.
[footsteps departing]
[Fabien clears throat]
[cat meows]
[in French] Ah. Barry and Judy.
-Cute, huh? -[Agneta exclaims]
Einar loves them.
[all laugh]
-[mysterious, melancholic music plays] -[distant thunder rumbling]
[door opens]
-[wind whistling] -[music continues]
[door closes]
[gramophone plays in the distance]
[banging]
[clattering]
[opera singing heard faintly on gramophone]
[opera singing gets louder]
[in French] He's in there.
[Agneta panting]
[Bonibelle chuckles]
[Agneta straining]
-[Fabien] How are you, old fool? -[Agneta puffs]
-[Fabien] We looked everywhere for you. -[Bonibelle] Anjeta is here.
[man in English] Agneta? Who the hell is Agneta?
[music climaxes and stops]
Do we have guests?
-Oh, excuse me, is this your house? -[man] Fabien, help me get down.
[man] Ugh. That's it.
Well, isn't this a nice surprise. It's been so long since anyone visited.
Have a seat.
Let's have some wine… Let's have some wine…
-We can have a drink… -Sorry, excuse me.
[man] You can tell me about yourself.
-Where's the glass? -[Agneta] Uh, excuse me, mister…
-[man] Here. -[Agneta] These two over here…
have hired me to be an au pair…
for a boy.
I'm supposed to cook and clean and help out with some stuff.
Perhaps you might know where I can find this boy?
Is he playing around here somewhere in his room?
[man] Really?
What's the name of the boy you'll be an au pair for?
Einar.
[man groans]
I don't need your help.
[bangs glass]
Oh my.
[in French] No. Einar. Einar!
I'll be right back.
-[in English] So… -Einar!
Einar. Okay.
[wind whistles faintly]
-[man shouting indistinctly in distance] -[cat meows]
[man] Come on, let's go!
["Alouette" by Delta Rhythm Boys playing faintly]
[music grows louder]
[Agneta breathing shakily]
My god, it's so dark in here.
-[Einar groans] -[Agneta] Hungry?
[Einar] What are you up to?
Excrement.
[Agneta] Einar, it's 10 p.m., you're supposed to have…
a little… something to eat. A meal.
-Yeah. -You call this filth a meal?
Um…
Uh… I'm a little unsure honestly, what kind of meat it is.
But wait a little bit…
'Cause I'm the one who's employed here,
so I'll be the one giving you your food for…
a while.
[Einar] Nobody should come here just 'cause they got paid.
You… You come here because you want to be here.
["Alouette" continues]
[Agneta sighs]
[Einar] How do you do, my libido?
[wistful accordion music playing]
[Einar] Tell me what you want!
[breathes deeply]
[Einar] Why won't you answer me?
[loud squeak]
[Einar] How do you do…
I'll take the morning train tomorrow. It'll all be okay.
[Einar] …my libido?
[in French] Here you go!
[phone line ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Fabien continues speaking French]
-[Agneta in English] Hey. -[Magnus] Why aren't you calling
from your own phone?
-Has it been stolen already? -The weather's gorgeous today.
It's a little bit cloudy today, but still warm.
So, Magnus, I was wondering…
if you'd be willing to help me, uh, to, um… come home now.
-[Magnus] I guess I was right, then. -It's not that!
Everybody speaks very good English here. You can understand… everything.
So there are, honestly, no issues here at all.
The little boy is so sweet in his suspenders and everything.
I couldn't be happier.
But I've been thinking about that job Linda said was at the insurance agency.
Of course we should… ask about it.
[Magnus] You're lucky your husband knows you better than you know yourself.
What do you think people'd say if they knew
you were over there trying to work as an au pair?
-[Magnus] Oh, look. A train strike. -What was that?
-[Magnus] A train strike. -No! What about flights?
Are any flights leaving?
[Magnus] Yeah, wait, let's see what there is…
Will you look at that? I found one. It leaves on Saturday at 2:00 p.m.
-You can't find an earlier flight? -No, there aren't.
Sorry I can't satisfy every one of your needs.
You'll have to stay a little longer. You can come back on Saturday.
There's one seat at the moment, which is a miracle, to be honest.
I can tell you that back at home, our heating has broken down.
-Lisa and Ludde keep asking for money. -Yes… [imitates white noise]
[Magnus] Agneta, I know you do that with your parents when you want--
-[cell phone beeps] -Merci.
[indistinct background chatter, laughter]
[French song playing on jukebox]
[chuckles softly, sniffs]
[clears throat]
-Anjeta okay? -[Agneta] Hm?
I, um, have no choice but to stay here.
Cleaning up after this cranky old man
that you forgot to mention in the job listing.
So, all good. Yeah.
Oui, oui. C'est bon.
It'll be fine. It'll be fine.
-[rattling] -[Agneta sighs]
[grunts]
Okay.
What the hell is this? No. No way.
[loud rock music plays]
["7 Heures du Matin" by Jacqueline Taieb playing]
♪Talkin' 'bout my ch-ch-ch generation ♪
["7 Heures du Matin" continues]
[Einar] How do you do, my libido?
[Einar singing] ♪ Dooby, dooby, dooby… ♪
["7 Heures du Matin" continues]
[record sticks]
[music stops]
[silence]
[occasional accordion notes play]
-[thud] -[clattering]
[Agneta gasps]
[wistful accordion music plays]
[Agneta exhales]
Yoo hoo! Hello?
[Agneta breathes shakily]
-[Einar grunts] -Oh my God!
Are you seriously trying to kiss me while I'm sleeping?
-Are you out of your mind, lady? -I thought you were dead.
[Einar] I already told you I don't need your help.
[laughs sarcastically] Oh, I know.
Why are you still here?
-You're actually scaring me. -You don't think I'm scared?
With a strange woman in my house,
who I found trying to kiss me while I'm sleeping.
Well, I thought you were kind of dead. So I was checking if you were.
-You'd be thrilled if I died. -Well, sort of.
Then I'd have a reasonable excuse to tell my husband why I came home.
Sorry, that wasn't nice. That was incredibly stupid of me.
I shouldn't have said that. I know better too.
I'm wrong, I always say the wrong things. Apparently, I am the one who needs help.
-[Einar] Hm. -[Bonibelle] Bonjour. Comment ça va?
[in French] I've come to fetch Anjeta.
[in English] Good. She really needs to get outside.
[Agneta] What is she saying?
Viens!
Oh, no. No, no. Uh… You know…
-[Einar humming] -I'm still cleaning.
-Do the cushions and… -[indistinct]
[Einar vocalizing]
[Bonibelle] Anjeta…
[birds chirping]
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
[Agneta] Oh. [giggles] Nice.
Very nice necklace that you have.
Oh! [laughs]
[Agneta groans softly]
You make this underwear?
[in French] I made all of this.
Ah!
[in English] What kind of sick little lady are you?
[both laugh]
Oh! Uh, no, thank you. No, no, no, no, no.
This fleece, uh… I don't take it off in public.
These arms… No. Not for show.
[laughs] No.
[Agneta hums nervously]
-[Agneta clears throat] -[kettle whistles in distance]
Anjeta.
[in French] So young.
So beautiful.
[kettle continues to whistle]
[indistinct chatter]
-[vendor speaking French] -Merci.
Anjeta.
-[in French] Cross that off. -[vendor] I'll put it on your tab.
-Okay… -[in English] Can I…
-Cheese. -[Bonibelle] Ah.
[in French] And some Camembert.
[indistinct bustling chatter]
[rousing string music plays]
[vendor] Et voilá.
C'est bon?
[romantic waltz music plays]
[vendor] Voilà.
[in French] Your Camembert.
À bientôt.
Bonne journée.
Au revoir.
[Agneta in English] Yeah.
[Bonibelle speaks French]
[Bonibelle continues speaking French]
-[Bonibelle speaks French] -Mm?
[Bonibelle in French] It's Chèvre d'Armand. Einar's favourite.
[Agneta] Mmm. Mm.
[Agneta in English] Okay, then. Let's see here.
Ta da!
[romantic waltz slowly fades out]
[sauce sizzling]
[upbeat music playing on gramophone]
[Einar sighs deeply]
[Agneta] I got the recipe from… Uh…
What was her name?
From, uh… Bonibelle.
Um…
You will probably be glad to hear that I'm going home on Saturday.
[Einar] Mm.
[Agneta] And I want to take this moment to apologise for earlier today.
[munching contentedly]
I freaked out a little bit.
-[Einar moans] -[Agneta] But, um…
I promise that I'm actually quite…
normal.
Normal?
So who gets to decide what's normal?
That kind of thing drives me nuts.
Normal doesn't always mean the same for you as it might for someone else.
That was the first thing Armand taught me, you know.
No one should be telling you what's normal and what's not.
[Agneta] No. I'm sorry.
Are you now apologising to me for just saying your thoughts on it?
[chuckles] This is getting rather amusing.
Okay. Hm.
[Einar moans in pleasure]
Next time try adding a little balsamic vinegar, will you?
-Armand always put balsamic on it. -Armand?
-[Agneta] Was he your boyfriend? -Oh! You know what?
You're going to meet him right now.
Uh… Now?
Come on.
[Einar] And this here is Armand.
-[cork pops] -[liquid being poured]
[Agneta] Are you aware that it's a statue?
[Einar] That was the most depressing question I've ever heard in my life.
Have you never heard of imagination?
-Playing pretend? -Yeah.
Great. Let's start from the beginning. When I was still married to Margareta.
Hang on a minute. Sorry, I'm not following you.
-Margareta? -[Einar] Yeah.
I didn't know you were married to a woman.
Do you think I just woke up one day as gay man in a French monastery, Agneta?
-Um… yeah. -[Einar] Oh my God, darling…
A villa, a Volvo, and bingo on Fridays. All of this is normal now.
But back then, when I was in the military…
[chuckles mischievously]
That was paradise.
Cocks were everywhere.
I see.
Homosexuals had to be cured back then.
I was good at pretending I was straight until I finally heard of a place
where all of the closeted gays would meet up and get together to mingle.
Humlegården Park. The fall of 1964.
I love this bit. It's my favourite.
I am Einar.
[nostalgic piano music plays]
Nervous.
Full of excitement.
Beautiful.
You'll be able to see it better if you close your eyes.
-Um… -For God's sake, close your eyes.
Can you see my feet walking along the gravel path?
Can you see the green bench?
I sit down, unsure of myself.
Yeah. But how do you sit when you're waiting for another homosexual?
A little… sensual, I guess you could say.
Yeah.
But suddenly, I hear voices.
[indistinct chatter]
I can see three men are walking towards me.
I stand up and I am terribly nervous.
One of them comes up to me.
"Are you…"
And I said, "I think so."
And then, he spits right in my face.
And then I heard him say, "Fuck, that's disgusting."
"I told you he was a fag!"
[deep sigh]
I told you to keep your eyes closed!
Uh, okay.
[music continues]
What was I doing? I had Margareta.
I felt terribly embarrassed and ashamed.
I ran.
Then a white convertible pulled up in front of me.
Can you see it?
Vibrant and full of life.
That's when I saw him. Right there.
An unimaginably beautiful human being.
And he said…
"You want to go for a ride?"
-[Agneta] Don't tell me that was Armand. -[music fades]
[gasps] Was it really?
-Didn't I tell you to close your eyes? -Oh, yes, I'm sorry. Mm?
[Einar] And then he took me to a place I didn't know existed.
[music resumes]
[Einar] Full of people I didn't know existed.
They embodied everything I always was, but never felt I could be.
And out of all these amazing, colourful humans, he was looking at me.
Then, he extended an inviting hand.
But I was so shy, like a timid bird.
He leaned forward and whispered something in my ear,
which is now my most important motto.
"If someone asks you to dance, you must never decline."
[music builds]
We never stopped dancing.
[men cheering]
[Einar] And then, laying in the most beautiful bed with him,
I had the most amazing, passionate, craziest sex…
Wait! No, stop! [clears throat]
What?
Margareta! What happened to Margareta? Where did she go? What happened to her?
[Einar groans]
Well, I…
I promised myself that I could only give up that life
if I could absolutely make sure that every minute of my new life was worth it.
Wow.
[clears throat] Right, so…
-Would you help me get up? -Of course.
-Here. Here we go. -[Einar] Okay. Oh, dear me.
-There. -[Einar] Thank you.
-No, come… -Uh, what was that?
-[Einar] Yes, come on. -No, not me.
-I won't. -[Einar] Yes.
-No, I don't want… -Come on.
-Put your foot there. That's it. -Okay.
-[Einar] Stand like this. -Like this?
-[Einar] I'll sit here, like this. -Mm.
[Einar] Right!
Now show me your life.
[Agneta] You want… what?
-Go on! -Uh… Okay, well…
Uh… I actually met my husband on the dance floor as well.
Um… Because we were watching over all of our friends' jackets.
That's when Magnus came up and talked to me.
-There. -Okay, but…
-I still don't see any of you. -Hm?
You… you need to show me, okay? Show me something already!
-[Agneta] Hmm. Mm. Uh… -Go on then!
Well, uh…
Magnus did most of the talking, I suppose.
And I was the one who kind of… listened to him harp on.
And, so… so, I guess that sort of made us a rather…
A good match for each other…
Back then.
Then what happened? You're not saying anything.
[Agneta] Uh… Yeah, well after that. Magnus got this, uh… amazing job.
It was in… in Dresden.
-[Einar] This is dreadful. -So we went there…
-Or rather, we flew there… -Why are we talking about Magnus?
This play is about you!
You're the director of this play, for God's sake, woman.
-What do you live for? -My children.
That answer's terrible.
It's cruel to put that on your children, what a burden.
Do you like who you've become?
Of course I don't like it at all.
[Einar] No, obviously you don't like yourself.
How could you when you've never done anything you like for yourself
in your entire life?
[poignant piano music plays]
[scoffs] You know nothing about me.
[Einar] No, but neither do you, apparently.
[chuckles]
Thank you.
I thought this place was done seeing lost birds begin to shed their feathers.
-[Agneta] What? -Let's go to bed.
We have a busy day tomorrow.
[sighs]
[poignant music continues]
-[church bell ringing] -[indistinct chatter]
[poignant music fades]
[Einar] Where is she?
-[footsteps] -[Agneta] Oh!
-Good morning. -There you are, Agneta.
We had fun yesterday, didn't we?
-Yeah. It was… It was very fun. -[chuckles] Yeah.
Yeah, but come on, we should get started. I have so much to show you today.
Uh. So I guess… I just thought that I'd sort out as much as possible for you
before I have to leave tomorrow.
It's Saturday tomorrow.
So today must be Friday, then. That's bar day.
Oh, right.
-Let's see here. -Mm.
5:00 p.m. Does anything in particular happen on Fridays?
[Einar] No, nothing in particular ever happens there and probably never will.
[Agneta] Mm?
[Einar] Come on, do you want to have some fun?
-Sure, okay. -[Einar] Come on.
But you have to eat something first.
-[Einar] No. Catch me if you can. -Wait! What did you mean earlier?
[Einar] How do you do, my libido?
A-ha…
Interesting.
[sentimental guitar music plays]
[Agneta] So what did you mean by "shed their feathers"?
[Einar] Well, when birds have babies, they are grey and boring.
But when they get older,
their feathers turn into a firework of colour.
And they fly towards adventures.
-[Agneta] Mm-hm. -That is shedding their feathers.
[Agneta] Mm.
Tell me, how would you describe yourself, my dear?
Uh… here.
Well, I guess…
Well, I…
I'll have to disappoint you again today, I'm afraid.
I've never been an interesting woman.
I'm sorry. I'm just… not like you.
And how's that?
Well, you're someone who is… colourful.
You know, I've never met any woman
who came all the way to France from Sweden…
in order to spend time in a monastery with a crazy, homosexual man,
just to be standing next to him, feeding him a baguette.
I'd say that's very colourful.
[both laugh]
[Agneta] Hey… What exactly went on here back then?
I'd love to hear about the whole story before I have to leave.
[Einar sniffs, smacks lips]
If you play, I'll tell you.
Well, I can't do that.
Oh! [grunts]
-[Einar groaning] -What just happened to you?
[groans]
What if my heart gave out right now?
Are you telling me you'd deny a shrivelled old man his dying request?
Would you really? Go on, just humour me, won't you?
[waltz music ends]
[Einar] Imagine giving people a place like this.
A place where they can come exactly as they are.
To live without an ounce of judgment.
This was that place.
We all ate, drank, and slept until the afternoon.
Argued, laughed, played, danced!
We built. We painted.
-Where did all these people come from? -From the same place as you, darling.
-Sollentuna? -[laughs]
From a feeling you have right now.
The feeling of never fitting in.
So, I want you to show me what you see.
Okay. Um…
Tell me what I should be picturing, so I can try to imagine it.
Ah, no.
I… [hesitates]
The stage is yours.
You can't do that, Einar. That… that…
-That's not something I'm able to do. -How did little Agneta play?
When she was seven?
[Agneta] Well…
[breathes deeply, clears throat]
[sniffs]
What?
Is…
that right here? This painting is of this room.
Wait a minute, let me see.
["Libiamo ne lieti calici" by Verdi plays]
Einar, now… I can see that in this corner…
Someone's painting over here.
But they…
They don't seem like an artist.
But… but over here, up here…
There's two people standing up here, on top of a ladder.
They're hanging it up. A chandelier!
And wait a minute. [gasps]
And then here is somebody just lying around and, uh…
-[laughs] They're singing! -Yeah?
Here, right on top of the grand piano.
-On top of it! -They are?
The moulting happened here.
-Everyone here would come to shed! -Yes!
We wanted to show everyone there was a place for them to go to.
Like there was for me.
-How'd you do that? -How do you think?
-What do I think? -What do you think?
What do I think? Gosh, I think that they…
I want you to show me what you think, Agneta!
[Agneta] I think that you dressed up as birds and then…
You went around the theatre and you… you birded around!
-And what did it sound like, go on! -[screams]
[high-pitched crowing]
[laughs loudly]
-[caws like a crow] -[Agneta screaming]
[screaming, clucking]
-[loud bird call] -So many birds here!
[overlapping bird class]
[triumphant classical music plays]
[laughs] This is amazing.
-["Libiamo" by Verdi continues] -[clucking, bird calls continue]
[Agneta] I see him, Einar.
[music picks up tempo, comes to an end]
[Agneta] You found your home.
And Armand was the one who helped you.
-[music stops] -No! He just disappeared.
-Where did he go? -[bird calling]
I think maybe he's…
He's probably heading to the drawing room. Come, come!
Where the hell did he go?
It's so quiet in here.
[birds chirping]
-Where are they? -Where do you think?
What do I think?
[sombre piano music plays]
I think…
I think that after Armand died, this whole place suddenly went quiet.
And you don't like silence.
[Einar] Is that right?
You know what I think?
I think you ought to put on your finest clothes and then come with me.
We're going to the bar.
[French jazz songs plays]
For goodness sake.
[music continues faintly in other room]
Hello.
Oh, do you really have to dress up?
How do I look?
You're perfect.
Well, I just wish I could return the compliment.
-What? -Well…
[Agneta] Oh, okay then…
[distant church bell rings]
-That's so much better. -You think? Really?
-Right, then. -[church bell chimes]
-[Agneta] Mm. -[Einar] Oh.
-[indistinct chatter] -[cutlery clinking]
[Agneta] Mmm mm.
[Einar] He makes it at night… the sauce.
[Fabien] Ah.
He keeps the recipe a secret.
[Einar] I tell you, there's a lot of love in it.
-Mmm. -[indistinct chatter]
You're not the only one. [chuckles]
-What? -Women go crazy for him.
[laughs]
-You could get some action there. -Hey! No way, I shouldn't.
-He's not the least bit… I can't… -He's a real stud.
-[Einar neighs] -Be quiet, you.
[Einar laughs]
-Do you like riding? -Shh!
[Einar laughing]
This happens every week?
It all makes sense now…
Why you gave up your boring life in Sweden for this.
-For this? -Mm-hm.
I gave it all up for my libido.
It's located in my heart and down between my legs.
-For my life force. -Mm.
And I gave up my libido for a really dull life in Sweden.
While you chose… life.
Do you think I had a choice?
My soul would have died.
I gave up my family, my country, my life.
My son!
[chatter dies down]
What, your…
-Your son? -[Einar sobs]
-[Fabien] Einar. -My God, you didn't…
[Fabien] Allez. Santé!
-[in French] Cheers, everyone! -[all] Santé!
[Fabien] Bon appétit!
[indistinct chatter in French]
-[man] Santé! -Santé!
[in English] Why didn't you tell me that you have a son?
[church bell rings]
Well, what's there to tell?
He knows that I'm at the bar every Friday at 5:00 if he wants to come see me.
[Agneta] What? Is that why you're sitting at the bar every Friday?
He knows where to find me… if he ever wants to see his father.
He's your son, I mean, surely…
Don't bother trying to dig up things that no longer exist, understand?
Okay. [quietly] Yeah.
[Einar sighs deeply]
No-- Now, now, I would like to dance.
In the lounge.
-Come. -I can't, I need to… to pack tonight.
I'm going home tomorrow.
What for?
Because…
[snorts]
Would you like to dance or not?
Well, I don't know how to dance.
Anyone who can move their body around can definitely dance.
-Look. You can move. -No.
-Yes, now… -Look at you! There you go!
See how good you are at dancing! You're very good. Huh?
So, come on, do you want to move with me to the music or not?
I don't dance, Einar.
Whyever not?
"Whyever not?"
Whyever not talk to me about your son, then?
-♪ Aa… louette, la la la la la la ♪ -Where you going? Okay.
[Einar continues singing] ♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪
♪ La la la la la la la la la la ♪
♪ Alouette, la la la la la ♪
[Einar continues singing in the distance]
[uplifting jazz music plays]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
[music continues faintly in distance]
-[thud] -[man calls out]
[jazz music playing on gramophone]
-[record scratches] -[music stops]
No, no, no. I just want to dance, all right?
-[Agneta] Did you fall? -Turn the music on.
-Please, turn it back on. -Oh my god.
[Einar whimpers]
-Oh, let me help you. Do…? -[Einar] I don't need your help to get up.
-[Agneta] Okay, just… -I can manage.
Let's… We have to dance now.
[breathes shakily]
We have…
to… to dance now.
[sobbing quietly]
[poignant music plays]
[water trickling]
[Einar] I need to drown out the sorrow with joy.
There is… no other way.
You see, I already know the answer.
And no parent alive can live with that answer.
That's why it's better to sit there every Friday,
hoping, laughing,
rather than dying.
Because knowing is dying.
Lie down, okay?
[music becomes calm and thoughtful]
[Einar] It's better that I continue to live in my own reality.
I cannot wait for him to see his room.
So he can play with them.
Play with who?
[Einar] The porcelain cats.
I know he would have loved them.
Them, them, them.
[music fades]
[whimsical instrumental music plays]
[door creaks]
[music becomes intense and mysterious]
[single piano notes echo wistfully]
[Agneta] "Paul has a new father now. Don't write again. You are sick."
[sniffles]
[melancholic piano music plays]
[Einar] Agneta?
[clamouring]
[sniffling, breathing shakily]
I'm here!
[Agneta gasps]
[Agneta exhales]
Why are you crying, little bird?
I think I just feel a little sorry for you.
[sniffles] Promise me one tiny thing, little bird.
Never look at me again the way you are right now.
Because then I'm reminded.
[French version of ABBA's "The Winner Takes It All" plays]
I just want to dance, okay?
All I want is to dance.
[music builds]
[music slows down
[song fades]
[gasps] What?
[Einar snores loudly]
I saw that. I know it was you.
[Einar giggles]
-Finally. -What time is it?
-Two. -[Agneta] Wow!
[yawning]
We must have… danced all night.
It was about time you showed the world those incredible hips you have.
[both laugh]
I know.
[cell phone ringing]
-[Agneta] You have a phone? -Of course I have a phone… somewhere.
-Answer it. -Will you get it for me, please?
-Where is it? -Go on now, hurry up.
-I'm going. Where is it though? -Go on! Move it. [laughs]
-Here it is. -Great. Thanks.
[cell phone continues ringing]
-This is Einar. -[man] Who's Einar?
Better go and get dressed.
-[Agneta] Mm. -[Einar chuckles]
Sorry, there's a half-naked woman in my bed.
Haven't had one of those in a while.
[man] Wait, who's naked?
[Einar] Who? My au pair.
[Agneta] Are you still there?
[Magnus] I can't believe this. I'm waiting for my wife at the airport, worried.
"What could have happened? Is she dead?"
But, no! Turns out it's much worse!
Apparently, she's naked in bed with an old Frenchman
who lied about being a little boy.
Don't you hear how wrong that sounds? Abnormal.
-What are you doing, Agneta? -Have you ever heard of moulting?
[Magnus] Excuse me?
How birds change colour when their chicks have flown the nest.
[Magnus] What? Agneta, are you insane? I have so many concerns about you.
Birds moult twice a year. And they don't change colour.
What have these people been telling you?
I've told you so many times…
-You have to be more discerning… -I'm gonna stay here.
-[Magnus] What? -At least for a while.
[Magnus] Why would you do that?
Give me one reason why you should stay there another second longer.
-Hello? -I guess I just feel like it.
[Magnus] Agneta…
Everyone wants to go on vacation, but you can't just leave everything…
But… that's something I can do here.
That's something you can do too, Magnus, you could come here as well.
You should come join me, you know.
-[Magnus] You have lost your mind. -[disconnect tone]
-[birds chirping] -[leaves rustling]
[birds chirping]
[soft thudding]
What the…
[Einar] Good morning. I haven't seen you in a while.
Luzette, Agneta.
Nice to meet you.
Why is there a red balloon attached to you, Luzette?
[Einar] How else are we supposed to find her?
[chuckles]
[birds chirping]
[Agneta exhales]
[Agneta] My husband thinks I've gone crazy.
And yet, you've chosen to spend your life with this guy?
I know. [laughs]
God.
Do you know what makes me insanely jealous that they do so easily in this place?
-[Einar] The gays? -No, the French.
They apologise for nothing.
They smoke, eat the wrong things, drink the wrong things…
and truly don't care what anyone thinks.
Yeah, but why the hell would you go around caring what others think of you?
People only care about themselves.
-Try it, see how little people care. -Okay.
[Einar] Go right now and do something you've never dared to do before.
What?
Find out what you'll do when you don't concern yourself
-with the opinions of others. -Oh, stop.
-I'm off. -Go on.
-Get moving. Faster. -Okay, I will.
-Yeah? And don't apologise. -I won't.
-Good. -Got it.
[uplifting guitar music plays]
[romantic French pop song plays]
-[man grunts] -Oh! Sorry.
-Mm. Not at all. -[man speaks French]
[in English] Not at all.
[rattling]
[church bell rings]
[indistinct chatter]
-Bonjour. -[man] Bonjour, madam.
-Au revoir. -[woman] Au revoir.
Bonjour!
Bonjour.
Baguette, merci.
[uplifting music continues]
[water gurgling]
[laughing]
[gurgling]
[music gets louder]
-Bonjour, Anjeta. -[Agneta gasps, breathes deeply]
[in French] It's hot, isn't it? Very hot.
Here we go…
-[gurgling] -[grunts, laughs]
[groans]
[song fades]
[music fades out]
-[bird chirping] -[man talking loudly in the backyard]
[Agneta exhales sharply]
[poignant music plays]
[Agneta in English] Hello, little flesh.
Hello, little arm.
Oh, my lovely belly.
My lovely, lovely belly.
[sighs tenderly]
[music swells out, becomes deeper and more solemn]
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
Ah.
[music slowly fades]
[laughs]
JACOB JORDAENS PAINTER AND ENGRAVER
[Agneta] Oh.
There you are.
Would you like to paint me as well?
["Love for sale" by Eartha Kitt plays]
♪ Love ♪ [blåssektionen kommer in]
-[Agneta] Like this, maybe? -♪ For sale ♪
♪ Love ♪
♪ For sale ♪
♪ Who will buy ♪
♪ Who would like to sample my supply? ♪
♪ Who's prepared to pay the price ♪
[Agneta moaning]
♪ For a trip to paradise ♪
♪ Love for sale ♪
[moaning, panting with pleasure]
♪ If you want to buy my wares ♪
♪ Follow me and climb the stairs ♪
[gasps, whimpers]
[breathing heavily]
[muffled laughter]
-[laughing, gasping] -[clanging]
[laughing]
-[music ends abruptly] -[bird chirping]
This will do.
[Einar] Then you ask it what it needs.
-Are you ready? -[Agneta] I'm ready.
[Einar] How do you do, my libido?
How do you do, my libido?
[voice echoes]
[both laugh]
How…
-…do you do, my libido? -…do you do, my libido?
[echo responds]
[upbeat French rock music plays]
["Mes Amis" playing]
[Einar hollers]
[horn honking]
Yee-haw!
[in French] Einar! Nice to see you in that car.
C'est la vie, Fabien.
[engine roars]
[rock music continues]
[sultry voice] Want to go for a ride?
[chuckles]
["Mes Amis" continues playing]
[Einar and Agneta laughing, screaming]
[music fades]
-[seagulls squawking] -[foghorn blows]
Ah!
-[Fabien] Voiture. -[Agneta] In Swedish, "bil."
"Bil." Bil?
Voiture.
-Le voiture. -[Fabien] La voiture.
-La? -[Fabien] La voiture.
La.
[Einar in English] Come. Let's go!
-What have you got? -It looked so sad and lonely by itself.
This dress wants to have fun. Here, it's for you.
-There you are. -[vendor]Monsieur!
Uh… It's probably better we leave. Off you go.
Have you just… Did you…?
Put the dress on. You better not apologise for this.
-[man shouting] -[Einar] See you by the car at three!
-Oh my God! -What do you mean?
-[Agneta] Sprint, sprint, sprint! -[man shouting]
-Let's go. Come on! [screams] -[Fabien in French] No, this way!
[vendor shouting in French] Stop! Thief! The dress!
[Agneta laughing]
-[thud] -[man] Oh!
[Agneta] Oh! Oh.
-[in French] What the heck are you doing? -Pardon!
-"Pardon"? -[unintelligible mumbling]
[Agneta giggling]
[rock music ends abruptly]
[in English] Over here?
[in French] I'll…
[romantic music plays]
[in English] I'll just…
-[mumbling in French] -[Agneta in English] Turn around.
-Yeah. Go on. -[Fabien in French] I'll go over there.
[romantic music continues]
[Fabien] Sorry, but you can't go through here.
[loud exhale]
[Agneta in English] Hello.
Wow!
Shoes.
[Agneta] Well…
So long, comfortable shoes that are good for my back,
and nothing else.
[both scream excitedly and laugh]
Whoa!
[both sigh contentedly]
[laughs]
[in French] I'll go to the…
La… La voiture.
Parfait! [laughs]
-[child laughing] -[Einar in English] I got this for my son.
Yes. [chuckles] Yes.
My son loves cats like these.
So I… I bought him one.
-[child laughing] -[Einar laughing]
-It's so nice, isn't it? -[Agneta] Einar!
-Hm? What is it? -[Agneta] Hey.
Hey. Hey!
-Oh my, that's gorgeous on you. -[Agneta] It's… Yeah.
Yeah. Um, is it… Is it time to leave, yeah?
What's that?
Isn't it just lovely?
He'll absolutely love it.
-[child crying] -All good?
Mm.
[laughs tenderly]
No…
One moment… Hang on.
[child continues crying]
Mm.
[in French] Oh, what is it?
[in English] Take this one.
It shouldn't be all by itself in my home.
I already have too many sad, lonely cats living there.
So…
Better for it to, uh… be having a good time there.
[laughs]
It's better… better for it.
[crying]
God…
[nostalgic piano music plays]
[continues sobbing]
I can't do it. I can't hold onto it any longer.
Reality.
[shakily] My reality.
Which reality is your reality, Einar?
[Einar] The one I live in.
[breathing shakily]
The one where… I get to have Paul come see me again.
To play with these little cats.
[sobs]
One where I'm happy with life.
[music builds]
One where… I can't… it consumes me.
It consumes me.
I chose myself over him. I made the wrong choice.
[crying] The wrong choice.
[music ends on a dramatic chord]
[sighs]
[Agneta] "Dear Paul."
"You don't know me, but I probably didn't either,
until I met your dad."
"He's taught me to listen to… myself."
"And now it's time for me to teach him to do the same."
"To listen to himself."
"And to stop drowning out the grief. The grief over you."
Wait, Einar!
[Agneta] "I understand if you're angry with him."
"He left you because he wasn't allowed to be himself."
"That's why he doesn't think he has the right to contact you."
"Or love you."
"As if it was a choice."
"To love yourself or to love your son."
-The laundry basket. -Thank you.
[Agneta] "But that's wrong. I know that."
"I know that you can do both."
"But first you need to find a person who helps you dare."
"Otherwise, you might spend a lifetime thinking there is no other alternative."
"Einar is your father."
-Hurry up. Go on. -I will.
"But he needs your help to dare to be that."
-Here, try some. -Oh!
"All the love he has for you, he has spent a lifetime giving to others."
"To people like me."
"But I think it's time for him to offer that love to the one it belongs to."
"To you."
"Before it's too late."
[Einar humming]
-[Agneta] We shouldn't be late. -[Einar] No.
-It's Friday. We can't be late to dinner. -So it is.
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct]
[both laughing]
[a woman hums along]
[Agneta humming]
-[Agneta continues humming] -[music fades out]
[Agneta stops humming]
[sizzling]
-Okay, let's see here. Oh. -[Fabien] Voilà.
[Agneta in English] Yes.
-There we are. -Attention. [groans]
[Agneta] And there we are.
["Lady Marmalade" by Patti LaBelle playing on radio]
-[Fabien]Voilà. -It's like a romantic… comedy.
-[Fabien laughs] -Every part of it.
-Okay, let's see. -[Fabien] Attention.
[Agneta] Uh-huh.
That's it.
[in French] I've never had a woman like you in my kitchen.
You're an adventurer, you travel the world…
That's very sexy.
[in English] I think you're talking about the sauce now.
[Fabien in French] And now…
-Shall we taste it? -[in English] Yeah.
Mmm.
Delicious. Bravo.
Want to try?
["Lady Marmalade" continues on radio]
-[both grunt] -[Fabien laughs]
[in English] What? No… Oh!
-[in French] Hang on. -[in English]I'm sorry.
-[in French] I'm sorry. -[in English] No, no.
♪ Creole Lady Marmalade ♪
[sighs] It's hot.
♪ Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? ♪
♪ Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? ♪
Voulez-vouz coucher avec moi?
[song climaxes]
You make the most amazing sauce.
♪ Touch of her skin, feeling silky smooth Colour of café au lait ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Made the savage beast inside ♪
-♪ Roar until he cried ♪ -[indistinct chatter]
♪ More, more, more ♪
-[Fabien laughing] -[Agneta exclaims]
♪ Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5 ♪
[Agneta] Mmm.
♪ He's livin' the gray flannel life ♪
♪ But when he turns off to sleep Old memories creep ♪
[groaning]
♪ More, more, more… ♪
[Fabien groans]
♪ Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da ♪
[in French] You're crazy. You're beautiful.
[both moaning with pleasure]
[groaning]
Bon appétit. [groans]
[both laughing]
♪ Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? ♪
-♪ Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? ♪ -[Fabien groaning]
-C'est bon? -Oui, c'est bon.
-♪ Voulez vouz coucher avec moi ce soir? ♪ -[both moaning]
[song ends]
[rooster crows in distance]
[Fabien snoring]
[fly buzzing]
[snoring continues]
[thud]
-[indistinct chatter] -[birds chirping]
[intense classical music playing]
[brush scrubbing]
[harsh scrubbing]
[both moaning loudly]
[gasps]
[moaning, screaming]
-[Fabien] Mm. -[Agneta screams]
[panicked humming]
[Einar in English] What are you doing standing on the table?
Oh… [laughs]
-[Agneta] Stop it. -I can see…
No… Stop it.
-Cut it out. Just stop it. No… -[Einar laughing]
-[operatic crescendo] -[screaming]
-[Agneta] Just stop it. -Are you the only one allowed to have fun?
Come on, let's have some fun together.
It's all getting a little out of hand at the moment.
Because all we seem to do is plunge into fountains, eating food.
We have to be more realistic from here on out.
You're feeding your libido.
But… [grimaces]
Oh, it's very full now!
It's completely over saturated.
Stop that. Can I have that? Don't do this, Einar!
Give that duster back…
-What's up with you? -Nothing.
-[Fabien] Paul! -[Agneta] What?
[in French] It's Paul.
[in English] What?
[classical music climaxes and stops]
Hey, hey.
Einar.
[Agneta] It's Paul.
Einar, look, see. Paul's here.
-[Einar groans] -[Agneta] Hey!
I have to… Where… Where's my shirt?
-Hey, Einar. -Where's my shirt?
-Einar, come on. -Huh?
-No… He wasn't supposed to… -[Agneta] Don't stumble now.
-Sit down. -[Einar mumbles]
-He was supposed to come to the bar. -Sit down. There.
-[Einar] On a Friday. -There you are. Good.
-Is it Friday yet? -[Agneta] No, it's not.
-It's not Friday. -Not Friday?
-But… your son is here. -Mm.
-You're the reason he came here. -Mm.
-Do you understand? Do you see? -Mm.
Your son is here.
You understand?
See me.
He's finally home.
He came.
He… He came.
Because he wanted to see me.
[sobbing]
[footsteps]
[poignant music playing]
[Fabien swears in French]
[accordion stops playing]
[Einar] Mm.
[in English] You're the loveliest thing I've ever seen.
Oh, dear.
Oh. Um, well, that's, uh…
-So do you want… Shall we…? -[Einar] Yes. Sure.
[clock ticking loudly]
So tell me, you've been happy?
[annoyed mumbling]
Well, I guess happy is overstating it a bit.
And please, tell me how, uh, how…
Tell me, how is Margareta?
Mum died a few years ago, I'm afraid.
Yeah.
[clock continues ticking loudly]
But you got a new dad, if I remember.
That was good, wasn't it?
Well, I wouldn't exactly call him my dad or anything, but…
Yeah, no, I don't speak to him, actually. Yeah.
But what about your children, then?
You must have a wife and children back home?
No, I, uh… never married.
That never happened.
But you've… had a good life here, it seems.
Ah, yes.
Yeah, I've had a… a really incredible, wonderful life. Yes.
Wow…
-I should go so I can catch the bus. -[Agneta] No, wait…
-Einar! -[Einar] Mm?
Tell him the truth. Tell him what things are actually like.
-What? -[Agneta] You were mortified.
-Go on. -Why should I lie to my own son?
-[Agneta] But you… -But…
He must be happy that his dad has had a good life, aren't you, Paul?
Since I left you and your mother. It's good that it was worth it, right?
At least it was for me.
[Paul] Well, thanks for the letter anyway. It was nice of you to send it.
I didn't send you a letter. I thought you came here by yourself.
[Agneta] No, I sent him a letter.
-[Einar] What? -Yes.
-[Paul] I see. I'm off. -So… Wait.
-[Einar] What did you do?! -Wait!
[Agneta] No, Paul, stop!
Hang on. He wants you here, it's just that he doesn't… Wait a second.
Just… Come. What are you…? Come on then, let's go. Come!
Paul, wait, you can't…
-What's with you? -An entire life.
-Oh, stop that now! -You've ruined my entire life.
-Paul! -[Einar] You took it away from me.
[Agneta] Your son is here!
Will you just cut it out already!
What do you mean, "your entire life"? He's here right now, for you.
Einar, he wants to see you.
You're wrong.
He only came here because he felt obliged to do it.
Because he knows his useless old dad will die soon.
[Agneta] For goodness sake.
And I've ruined his life again.
And you've ruined the little life I had left.
Einar. No, Einar!
Stop, stop!
Einar!
[melancholic accordion music plays]
[Agneta sighs]
Listen to me.
You told me to listen, right?
You've given wonderful advice to a lot of people over the years.
So why is it that you're refusing to listen to your own advice?
Hey, Einar.
You're the most wonderful, strange, bizarre…
but loving person I have ever encountered.
But you know that already.
[accordion plays a tango]
Listen closely, 'cause there's a father somewhere in there.
Chasing after his son.
Hm?
Do you hear it?
Listen, listen, list, list, list, list, list, listen.
-[hisses] Listen. -[door opens]
Oh! Oh.
[gasps] Hey!
Hurry up then! Hurry up! Go!
No!
[panting] Wait!
No, don't go! Stay! You can't go!
-Stop! -Paul!
-Stop… -Paul!
-Stop! -Paul!
I've ruined it…
He has no one else left and I abandoned him again.
I'm so…
[sobbing]
Huh?
[Einar groans]
I…
[sniffs] I…
I'm… I'm sorry.
Um, I don't exactly know…
[poignant music plays]
I have no idea how to be a dad.
But…
But I know…
that I love you.
[soft melancholic music plays]
[Einar crying]
[music builds]
[music builds further]
[clears throat]
[sniffles]
[music becomes dramatic]
-[music fades] -[door creaks]
[Agneta] Oh, I'm… I'm sorry. I won't… I won't disturb you.
-Hey… -[Agneta] I was just…
Warm milk is a good remedy
if you wake up in the middle of the night feeling anxious, right?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, it's great for that.
I used to give it to my kids too.
Oh. That's good.
Can you believe it?
For so long, I've pictured this very moment.
I've waited my entire life, and now he's here.
I can't stop looking at the boy.
Why are you standing there?
-Oh. I'm sorry. I won't disturb you… -No, no, no, no. Come here and look.
Come quickly.
[bed creaks]
[tender music plays]
[Agneta sighs]
[music fades]
[man] Agneta?
Agneta?
-[man clears throat] -[Agneta gasps] Oh!
Uh…
-Magnus? -Why is everyone here? What's going on?
[Einar] Do we have visitors?
-[Agneta moans] -[Einar groaning]
Einar…
Uh… Einar's son, Paul.
-[Paul] Uh. -[Agneta] Uh…
Hi.
[Agneta] And this, right here, is Einar.
The homosexual man.
-Yeah. Yeah. -[Magnus] Mm.
[Agneta] And, yeah. Okay, right. This is what I was telling you.
And, uh… Fabien, as well. Wonderful, brilliant.
-You've already met downstairs. -[Magnus] Hi.
He's likely also… a homosexual.
-[Magnus] Oh, yeah? -So, yeah! Yes.
Uh… Everyone, this is Magnus.
The man… I'm married to.
You never mentioned that you have a husband.
Cut it out. I've told you. I have, definitely.
-She never said anything. -[Agneta] I did.
[Agneta] What?
[scoffs] Hey, of course I have.
He's both a homosexual and has dementia. It's not easy. Come on.
So, let's go.
[Agneta] This way.
[Agneta] Oh. Hello, sir.
Ah, oui… Bonjour… Oui, bonsoir.
Stay, stay!
Listen, I thought you would have already…come home.
But when you didn't come back…
I thought…
It's so great to finally have you here, Magnus.
Uh, I'm really sorry…
This is all just so new to me.
-Yeah. -But there are lots of things that I…
[Magnus] Oh my God. This thing is… lethal. Look at it.
-[Agneta] Oh my goodness! -Good Lord!
[giggles nervously]
There was this one time, this bed suddenly started spinning
and I thought it was sensational.
You must have been terrified.
[exhales]
Agneta.
[Magnus] Hm?
I'm here now.
Yeah.
-[Agneta] Oh goodness. -You good?
This way!
-Bonjour, Agneta. -Bonjour.
-Comment ça va? -Ça va bien. Et toi?
-Oui. Bonne journée. -Bonne journée.
So, you know people?
Okay…
Yes, that's…
nice.
It's very nice here in this…
Village, I guess.
It's probably not the same as French Estates, I suppose.
Have you been watching French Estates?
Yeah, well, I watched a couple of episodes.
[sniffs]
Oh…
Yes, well, it's good to… Oh God.
-[Magnus] We, uh… -[Agneta] Mm?
[Magnus] We… we shouldn't be…
-[indistinct chatter] -[Fabien laughing, sighs]
We should go. I wanna… [clears throat]
-[Magnus] What's wrong? -This fountain…
-Look how dirty this fountain is. -[Magnus] Oh…
Okay, then… Let's see. I have a thing to show you.
It's over here.
-[Magnus] What? -Just over here. It was, uh…
Let's see here. Was it, uh…?
Oh! Oh God. Uh…
[Fabien grunts]
-[Fabien blows air] -[Agneta blows air]
[Magnus] Uh… [chuckles]
So… Hey, friend. [chuckles]
Ah.
-Agneta's friend, my friend. -Hm?
-Non, non, non. Ça va. -Oui, oui.
-You don't have to help him. -C'est pas la peine.
-He doesn't need your help. -Ça va, ça va, ça va.
He doesn't need your help. Stop this, Magnus.
[Magnus] It's very good.
-[in English] More? -No, thank you.
-No? I'll have some. -No.
[indistinct background chatter]
Well, in that case, I'll have a little too.
-[Magnus] Okay. -Mm.
-I've started the 80/20 diet. -Oh, yeah?
Mm. One shouldn't have to abstain from things.
Best to keep one foot in each world, you know.
-[Magnus] Mm. Oh, yeah. -Mm.
[calm guitar music plays]
[overlapping background chatter]
[indistinct]
Oh, yeah. That sounds about right.
[overlapping chatter continues]
[glass clinking]
[music fades]
When you think something is over
it just might be the beginning of something even better.
What if life is just a little taster of how fun death will be?
You heard what I needed…
when I… when I wouldn't listen.
[sighs]
And, um…
You are a lot stronger… than my libido.
I love you, Agneta.
Oh.
Je t'aime, Agneta.
[Agneta breathes deeply]
[Fabien in French] To Anjeta!
-[all shouting in unison] Anjeta! Anjeta! -[Agneta chuckling]
[in English] Uh, um… It is pronounced, um… "Agneta."
Not "Anjeta."
So it's A-G-N-E-T-A.
["For Me, formidable" by Charles Aznavour playing]
[laughter]
♪ You are the one for me, for me For me, formidable ♪
-[Magnus] Mmm! -[glass crashes]
-Oh God. Woopsie. -Oopsy Daisy.
[gulps]
The rule they have here is that, uh…
If someone asks you to dance, you can't decline.
That's a weird rule.
-So, uh… -Mm.
May I have this dance, Magnus?
Thank you. But no, thanks.
-Okay. -[Magnus laughs]
♪ Darling, I love you, love you Darling, I want you ♪
♪ You are the one for me, for me For me, formidable ♪
♪ You are the one for me, for me… ♪
[Fabien] Allez, Anjeta!
[in French] That's good!
[glass shatters]
[Magnus grumbling]
-[indistinct background chatter] -[laughter]
["For Me, formidable" continues]
I'm glad you want to dance, Magnus!
-I don't know if I can. I don't know. -[both laughing]
["For Me, formidable" continues]
♪Darling, I love you, love you Darling, I want you ♪
♪ You are the one for me For me, for me, formidable ♪
[music stops]
[sighs] I'll be okay.
-Would you like some water, maybe? -No, no, no. Not tap water, no, don't, no.
-[Agneta] No? -No.
I'm not very good at that stuff.
What stuff?
You know, telling people that you love them and that sort of stuff.
I know I express it in other ways, because I showed it…
You know, by coming here, for example.
But you know I do, right?
-Right? -Yeah.
[Magnus] Huh?
Yeah.
-[Magnus] Agneta… -Mm?
I don't want you to feel any pressure right now…
but I did buy us both a return ticket home.
We would fly back tomorrow.
But it can be changed, cancelled or anything you want.
Yes, but tomorrow is Friday.
Oh.
But I don't actually know how much is left for me…
to do here.
-I don't think there is. -So…
I don't think it's safe for you to stay here.
[Agneta] Mm.
[Agneta] Oh.
-Maybe I should have some water after all. -Yeah.
-Here you are. -Thanks.
Thank you very much.
[groans softly]
-Agneta. -Yes?
[Magnus groans] Everything's spinning.
[Magnus groans, grunts]
[continues groaning]
[sobs and cries]
[Einar] Mm.
[Agneta] Okay… Mm.
I'll be all right.
[fountain gushing]
I slept with Fabien.
Mm-hm?
And also that artist, Jordaens.
What an absolutely terrific choice that is, bravo.
-Really? Yeah. -Yes.
-I slept with Marlon Brando yesterday. -Did you?
-It was amazing. -[both laugh]
[sentimental guitar music plays]
All right.
Well…
Is this how you should feel when things are done?
Well, I barely know anything now.
But I do know one thing.
You are incredibly beautiful…
in that purple dress.
So make sure
that you never let it get as sad or as depressed, my dear.
Like when I found it, just hanging there at the market. Okay?
[an accordion chimes in]
[Agneta singing in Swedish]
[continues singing in Swedish]
-[Agneta continues singing in Swedish] -[Einar laughs]
[continues singing in Swedish]
-Kroken. -Kroken.
-[Agneta] Kroken. -[in English] Agneta!
-Coming? -Yeah.
I'll be fine. Okay.
Okay.
[music fades]
Ugh. Why are you still wearing those shoes?
-Huh? -Those shoes are bad for your back…
-So you… -Uh? Hm.
I knew I shouldn't have had any of that tap water.
[groans]
-[knocking on window] -Yeah, yeah.
-Anjeta! -Anjeta!
[melancholic music plays]
-[chuckles] My goodness. Good God. -Sorry?
It's embarrassing how much you and I danced last night.
Can you believe that happened?
We're lucky that no one saw us doing that.
It'll be so nice to have you home again, Agneta.
Really nice. There's no place like home.
[Agneta wheezing]
Oh. Did I mention that Linda and I have taken up canoeing?
It's good fun.
Really good fun.
What's wrong?
-What? Are you okay? -Yeah. No, I'm…
-Uh, are you about to be sick? -Excuse me. Stop it…
-Excusez-moi… Can you get off? -Please just…
Can we, uh… stop?
-[Magnus] Yeah? -La…
-Stop, stop le voiture! -Can we…?
No! Stop, Magnus! Stop! I don't need you interfering!
For your information, it's not "le voiture,"
it's actually "la voiture."
-Can you stop? -[Magnus] Okay.
-You don't have to yell. -Just stop the car!
[driver speaking French]
[Agneta in English] Magnus, you don't need to dance for my sake.
You should dance for your own sake.
There are lots of people out there who also don't like to dance.
You can go "not dance" with Linda, for example. As much as you like.
Is this about dancing? What are you trying to say?
[Agneta] No, you know what, Magnus? I don't think I can do this anymore.
I can't do this any longer.
I can't go to bed wondering what I've done wrong,
the things I've said, worry what I shouldn't be doing.
I can't do it. I'm finished. I've nothing left to give.
I can't take it. I can't do it. I can't do it, get it?
I refuse to take this feeling any longer.
That I'm the one who's wrong even one more time. I can't do it.
I seriously can't take it any more. Oh my god. Oh my god. You know?
Never again am I going to take time out of my life
only to worry about what someone or anyone else thinks of me!
I won't do it.
I've wasted so much of my life
worrying about what other people think about me.
And I'm done with it. Look, I could live like this instead.
Look! They exist, Magnus.
A different kind of human exists and lives here. They do.
-[Magnus] But they are all French. -Huh?
These people are French.
Yeah. Well, of course. But they are… But they are curious people here, Magnus.
And they're all curious about me.
And curious about life.
They're curious about all sorts of things.
-They don't judge anyone. -[Magnus] What are you doing?
You know what, Magnus, there are beautiful people here who…
[sighs loudly]
-What are you…? -…don't judge anybody.
What are you doing?
Put your clothes on. What if he sees you?
-People might see you like this. -Yeah.
I hope they take a very long look at all of this.
What?
Why are you acting so weird, Agneta?
Have you even stopped to consider our kids?
About our kids?
My children are all I ever think about.
There you have it, my children!
Here's your amazing mother who dares to live!
Who is ashamed no more of who she is.
Or of what people think of her.
Who's happy for once, Magnus.
I feel so good.
Aren't you happy that I finally feel this way?
I'm happy for you, of course.
-But… it's not you. -What?
This is not Agneta.
This is not my Agneta.
Ah.
But it is my Agneta.
That's exactly who this is.
This is my Agneta.
-[Magnus] You're being… -[church bell rings in distance]
And that…
That is my Agneta.
I am here!
Agneta is here!
Here. This is me, Magnus!
This is Agneta!
Woo-hoo!
[Magnus] You can start the car.
Au revoir, Magnus.
[engine starts]
[exhales sharply]
Time to go home.
["The winner takes it all" med ABBA]
[Agneta] Whoa!
Yeah! Yes!
Woo-hoo! Yes!
[excited screaming]
[screaming, laughing]
♪ I don't wanna talk ♪
[joyful screaming]
♪ About things we've gone through ♪
♪ Though it's hurting me ♪
[screaming]
♪ Now it's history ♪
♪ I've played all my cards ♪
♪ And that's what you've done too ♪
-[doorbell chimes] -[indistinct chatter]
♪ Nothing more to say ♪
Je m'appelle Agneta!
♪ No more ace to play ♪
[crowd cheering]
♪ The winner takes it all ♪
[applause]
♪ The loser's standing small ♪
♪ Beside the victory ♪
♪ That's her destiny ♪
♪ I was in your arms ♪
♪ Thinking I belonged there ♪
♪ I figured it made sense ♪
Welcome home.
Thanks.
Champagne!
[cheering]
[laughing]
♪ Building me a home ♪
♪ Thinking I'd be strong there ♪
♪ But I was a fool ♪
♪ Playing by the rules ♪
[in French] Let's drink!
♪ The gods may throw a dice ♪
♪ Their minds as cold as ice ♪
♪ And someone way down here ♪
♪ Loses someone dear ♪
-♪ The winner takes it all ♪ -♪ Takes it all ♪
-♪ The loser has to fall ♪ -♪ Has to fall ♪
-♪ It's simple and it's plain ♪ -♪ It's so plain ♪
-♪ Why should I complain? ♪ -♪ Why complain? ♪
♪ But tell me, does she kiss ♪
♪ Like I used to kiss you ♪
♪ Does it feel the same ♪
♪ When she calls your name? ♪
♪ Somewhere deep inside ♪
♪ You must know I miss you ♪
♪ But what can I say ♪
♪ Rules must be obeyed ♪
♪ The judges will decide ♪
♪ The likes of me abide ♪
♪ Spectators of the show ♪
♪ Always staying low ♪
-♪ The game is on again ♪ -♪ On again ♪
-♪ A lover or a friend ♪ -♪ Or a friend ♪
-♪ A big thing or a small ♪ -♪ Big or small ♪
-♪ The winner takes it all ♪ -♪ Takes it all ♪
♪ I don't wanna talk ♪
♪ If it makes you feel sad ♪
♪ And I understand ♪
♪ You've come to shake my hand ♪
♪ I apologise ♪
♪ If it makes you feel bad ♪
♪ Seeing me so tense ♪
♪ No self-confidence, but you see ♪
♪ The winner takes it all ♪
♪ So the winner takes it all ♪
♪ And the loser has to fall ♪
♪ Throw the dice, cold as ice ♪
♪ Way down here, someone dear ♪
♪ Takes it all, has to fall ♪
[vocals and music fade]
[Agneta singing] ♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪
♪ La la la la la la la la… ♪
♪ La la la la ♪
-♪ La de da di da day da di… ♪ -[tune trails off]
[Agneta breathes deeply]