Beartown (Björnstad)

BEARTOWN

Why don't you stop fighting now?

-Look, how pretty it is. -Look outside and take it in.

Take in your dad's old hometown.

Your dad's old hunting grounds.

Fucking empty hunting grounds!

Leo, any swearing has to be in Swedish.

-Fucking hell! Shit! -Fuck off! Shit!

-For God's sake! -Bloody hell and damnation!

-Up your fucking ass! -No!

-Leo! -Not like that!

-Great to see you. -You too.

-Maya, welcome. -Hi.

Hello, Sune! It's great to see you.

Here we are.

-I hope it's warm enough. -Look in there.

-I turned on the heat over the weekend. -Feels good to me.

-What do you think? -It's okay.

If you want fewer people around, there's empty houses in town.

I don't mind a few neighbors, a bit of life.

I'm happy, though, if they don't all come over for a cup of coffee.

No one calls first, they just appear. "That's how we do it up north."

"We have all the time in the world for a cup of coffee."

Oh my God!

Welcome home! Hi there! What are your names?

-I'm Maya. -Leo.

David? You were this tall...

-I'm so sorry... -Don't worry.

Hi, honey. You okay?

-Hi. Are you taking a break? -Yes, I needed it.

-How are you? -I'm fine.

-You don't mind us showing...? -Oh god, no. Not at all.

So, Peter Andersson has returned home.

It's an honor and a blessing. We've got plans for you.

We're in trouble. One more loss and the sponsors are gone.

Then it's back to full time at the factory. Not much fun.

We need to avoid that. For the factory's sake, if nothing else.

You working full-time would be disastrous for production!

-Time for cake, is it? -Let's do cake!

Here we are. Will you grab those plates? Perfect.

Time for cake!

I guess I should say a few words now that we have these lovely cakes.

I'd just like to say that I am,

or, we are really happy to be back home.

Home, no place like home.

So... you'll all know that I took this job for the money.

You didn't get any in the NHL, right?

Seriously, though, I accepted the job

because your hockey's gotten so bad that someone has to sort you out.

-The neighbors above us weren't here. -The Erdahls?

Maybe just as well.

Why's that?

-We don't get on, is all. -Okay.

-Are you the same age as that Robban? -Yeah.

He looks so worn out. Don't you think?

Yeah. That's how it works up here.

It's a bit do or die.

-Know what I mean? -No. What?

You either make it...

...or you don't. Something like that.

I was thinking about redecorating the place.

Maybe we should hold off a bit.

Or maybe start downstairs, in Leo's room.

We'll start with that and hold off on the upstairs.

Make ourselves at home first.

-So you just arrived from Canada? -A few days ago.

-Still jetlagged? -I am!

-Hi. I'm Anneli. -Hi. I'm Mira.

-I'm Mira, the new lawyer. -Welcome.

-Is that my... -That's yours.

-Maya, have you met Sidney Crosby? -Yes, I have.

-So what's he like? Is he cool? -Yeah, he's okay.

-A guy barfed in that locker. -In this one?

-When was that? -About a year ago.

And nothing's been done about it?

Oh yes, but the stink won't go away.

Try this.

Hairspray?

You think it'll help?

You won't know until you try it.

-I'm Ana. -Maya.

Achmed... yallah, yallah!

The lunch lady must be so proud of this food...

Me, I'm best mates with the lunch ladies.

-You're disgusting! -We're family.

-What the hell, Benji... -Don't panic, it's organic.

Moron. How can you practice when you're stoned?

Why not? It's so nice. Your body goes all soft.

Body checking becomes a whole new thing.

Seen the new girl?

Peter Andersson's daughter?

Maya, is it?

-Aren't you a bit old for her? -Only two years between us.

Practice later?

Sure. When Peter Andersson's finished with the oldies.

Nice.

-Get in the zone! Get in the zone! -Come on, Robban!

Mark him there.

That's it! Chase it!

What the...?

Defense! One player each!

Osten!

Come on, guys!

Okay, we'll try something else.

This geriatric tempo sucks.

How old are you, Robban, 70?

We'll do slalom drills.

First man past the middle cone finishes the puck.

Show me some quality now. I need to see your best play. Go!

Let's go!

Benched!

Benched!

More speed! That's it!

Yes!

What the hell?

Come on! Tempo!

Let's go!

Benched!

Well, I'm sorry, but... we had to let some players go.

-The ones that could play. -Not true.

-That's my old friends out there, Sune! -I know.

Guys from the factory. They're a bunch of old fogeys!

What have you said to them? That I'll make champions of them?

-A few of the guys left. -No wonder!

You've been so damn short-sighted!

You bet on a few who left. Now we've got nothing!

Peter, you're here to build a new Beartown hockey team.

You said I'd be training an elite team. This is a fucking fogey team!

They're pathetic.

I know it's been tough for you, but...

What? What do you know?

What the hell do you know about me? Shut up!

Just shut up. Shut up.

Just shut up.

-You can keep your damned fogey team. -Peter...

They suck!

Robban!

Listen...

Hey...

I didn't mean...

Having a rest?

-Cut it out, Mom. -Then go!

Come on!

You keep doing the same thing. Move up left.

-Yes! -Great, Kevin!

That's Kevin. Erdahl's boy.

Never saw the like.

Actually, I have.

-Once before. -Exactly.

-But that was a long time ago. -A long time ago. He's damn good.

Okay. Come on!

Kevin... Kevin!

Kevin, listen to me now. When the goalie goes down...

He pushes him so hard.

-Mats? -Yeah, Mats Erdahl.

He'll either go to the NHL or the psych ward. What do you think?

Not much difference, to be honest.

-Hi, Peter! So, you're back home. -Yeah.

-Why don't you show us some moves? -Nah, I'm retired.

-Come on! -Show us some NHL moves!

-You haven't chucked your skates? -No way. I still skate.

Do you like being retired?

Yeah, I do.

Great to see you play. You're looking really good. Really.

-Will you come to the game tonight? -Sorry, I can't tonight.

-Another time, then. -Get moving now!

-Be good. -Good seeing you.

That was so loud!

-Can I have a go? -Okay.

Firm against your shoulder.

You aim. Take a deep breath...

And hold it in.

-Not breathe? -Not while aiming.

Beautiful!

-Doesn't your dad notice if you use it? -He taught me.

I shot that.

For real?

Can you tell the difference between predator and prey?

-No. -Predators have eyes close together.

They only need to see straight ahead, the prey.

Prey have to be able to see the predator behind them, so they can run.

Their eyes are wide apart.

-Doesn't that make them harder to hit? -Yeah.

But when they know the game's over...

...they freeze.

...between Sunderbyn SC and Beartown.

Go it alone!

Don't lose it!

-Backcheck! Backcheck! -Go deep! Go deep!

-Careless! -Number 20 scores for Sunderbyn.

Go, Kevin!

Stop the cross-passing, Kevin. Go deep.

It's not even the same sea.

If your ashes are spread in water, you're in all seas. It's all connected.

Isak would have turned seven today.

What do you think he'd have wished for?

I forgot it was today.

That's all right.

It happens.

Come here.