Dag

I feel like a fucking burglar, after that funeral scene.

You're sure it's OK that I go in there alone?

I want to remember him the way he was with mom.

Give me a couple of hours.

Thanks for your patience and the bed Eva

Anybody could see that I was on the verge of a breakdown. But I wasn't just anybody.

Thanks!

You look more and more like your dad.

My dad? You knew my dad?

Nobody knew your dad.

- Are you going on a trip? - Life's a journey, Malin.

- I read you book the other day. - Really? Did you like it?

Yes. Interesting to note how many women Dr. Dag Steelhead had sex with.

Very exciting fetish, breakdown sex.

Do you think so?

Yes.

Hi, there. Look at that. Coffee? Tea? Perrier?

- No thanks. - Nothing. I'll be right back.

Call Marianne and ask her to fix me up with three girlfriends.

- Are you kidding? - I never kid with you.

But no more than three at a time. I'm not entirely nuts.

- Trouble in paradise? - We've decided to get a divorce.

- We? So you're in agreement on this? - Yes.

Not quite sure? There might be some love left hiding under a rock.

No, we're sure.

If you could give us a receipt, showing we'd been here, we'll get out of your hair.

I'm sure you've got better things to do.

A death certificate for a ruined relationship.

A marriage reduced to a notarized document.

And they make it sound like they've come up with something original.

- Hello? - Hello?

This is just too stupid.

You'll get your receipt. I just want us to talk first.

Tell me about every little thing you did together, and enjoyed.

Hi! We miss you a lot.

I had to get away. It's about time to...

- How are you? - I'm not sure.

I don't throw up as much, and I'm feeling better.

What was I going to tell you... Oh yes, that Swedish tour guide?

- Anders? - Yes, Anders.

He's in town. He said he'd call you.

- You kidding me? - Listen, I've gotta run.

Take care of yourself.

There you go. Enter.

If you could just print out a receipt to this lovely couple?

- And just send in the next ones. - Yes, of course.

- Dag, your loonies are back. - They're all loonies.

Thanks to you, really.

Did they see me? They've seen me. Are they armed?

Don't think so. Just fruit.

Here's your receipt.

Hi! Wow, it's you guys? Come on in.

Yes? Can I get you something? Coffee? Perrier?

- Herbal tea? Fruit? - You might be wondering why we're here?

You've ruined our lives.

There's an empty plate at our table.

And it's like a wall between us, a no-man's-land.

I'm sorry about the dog, but it's not coming back.

You want me to buy another dog?

We don't want a new dog. We want our lives back.

Now that Woofsie's gone, it's like we have nothing in common anymore.

He was our child.

Before we go any further: You're here for couples' counseling?

We refuse to pay for this.

Sorry about the funeral. We didn't know it was you father.

Let's call it even.

But with Woofsie gone, it's like we have nothing left.

He was like the dots in our respective yin and yang.

He was our baby, and now the baby's gone.

It's difficult to treat you when you're angry at me.

It's better if you talk to the panda. Soft, kind, big, inviting, -

- monotonous diet, and immense procreational challenges.

But most importantly: It's not me. Talk to the panda. The panda listens.

- You killed our child. And with it, us. - Let's start with the most obvious.

There's a big difference between a child and a dog.

A dog loves you unconditionally, as long as you feed it.

This is the only form of love that's one hundred percent uncomplicated.

But it doesn't translate to human, self-destructive relations.

So don't ever compare a kid to a dog, OK?

But if you value the love of a dog higher than...

Let's not go there.

How can a man who says that the greatest love is that of a dog, -

- pick up a bundle of love and toss it out the window?

Are you saying you could have thrown a baby out the window as well?

I'm trying to help you out here!

I'm trying to help you.

What the fuck do you think I am? Do you think I'm a monster who just throws a dog -

- out of the window because I don't have a baby?

I know the difference between right and wrong.

Don't you think I know what it's like to have something, and then lose it?

And to end up so alone that there's nothing left to lose?

You want to talk about loneliness?

This is where loneliness lives.

Not here. OK?

You've got each other. Isn't that good enough?

I think you might want to go check on him.

- Dag, are you OK? - Yeah.

Much better now.

Bozo and Gazy left their make-up behind.

But otherwise you're feeling all right?

It's all good. Trying to think positive.

Benedikt called. He's laying outside your door.

And Marianne confirmed a date for you at nine.

I'll get home, then.

- It's Anders. - Hi, Anders. It's been a long time.