Home for Christmas (Hjem til jul)

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

This is me.

Johanne.

Thirty years old. Single.

It's the first Sunday in Advent

and the whole family is gathered for dinner at my mom and dad's.

Mom placed me at the end of the table next to my baby brother's twins.

Because in her reasoning,

I'm just so good with children.

What she really means is I'm stuck at the kiddie table

till I grow up and find a man.

And that right there is my problem.

Everything is going well in the other parts of my life,

but I can't help feeling left out when I'm with my family and friends.

Every one of their conversations revolve around boyfriends, children,

dates, sex, colic, orgasms, lactation and all that stuff.

And it forced me to ask myself...

like, down deep inside...

what is it that I really want?

Last week, my younger brother Morten offered to maybe bring someone from work

for me to borrow as my date for Christmas Eve dinner

so I wouldn't be the only single one at the table.

Yeah, he actually said that.

I hate to admit it, but for, like, ten seconds,

I kind of considered taking him up on it.

So, you might hardcore judge me for what I'm about to do,

but, well, I don't know you and as they say,

desperate times call for desperate measures.

I have a boyfriend, everyone.

Is that really true?

Seriously?

Yeah, we're totally together.

- Well, holy fuck! - Language!

Well, that's great!

Here lies Johanne,

survived by her pride and her fake boyfriend.

You know what? Let's start back at the beginning.

The day this whole mess started,

December 1st.

- Hi there! - Hello.

Can I get four of those green ones there?

Alright.

Oh, and six of the blue and six of these guys.

OK. Are you trying to qualify for a bulk discount?

Yeah.

How about buying a scratch card while you're at it?

You could get lucky and win something.

- Hmm? - What would I win? Like, more yarn?

No...

Actually, first prize is a trip for two to the Grand Canary Islands

and second place is a stay at the Sætra Spa Hotel for two.

And last but not least we have...

these love gloves!

It's like a mitten,

except for it's got enough room for two hands,

so and your boyfriend can keep each other warm.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'd like a pair of those Christmas pajamas from the window.

Oh, yeah! They're very popular.

Let me just...

Here you go. There.

Wait, but there's two in there.

I just want one for myself.

We can't do that, I'm afraid. They're sold in pairs or family packs.

OK, so there's no way to get a one-pack?

Sorry, but it looks like they don't sell them individually.

- No? - No.

- Then I'll take the pack of two. - Wonderful.

Hey, Johanne.

Sorry to bother you, but you need to help Henrik.

Mrs. Nergaard is back.

I've been on break for, like, two minutes!

I know, girl.

- So, who's the guy? - Huh?

Weren't you just chatting on Lovematch?

- No, I was just playing Tetris. - Well, that's depressing.

You won't get a boyfriend playing Tetris.

- Hi there. Thanks for coming. - Hi.

- Can you take Tone downstairs... - Trine.

Trine Nergaard.

Trine... Trine. I'm so sorry. I'm awful with names.

- Ah. - Hi, Mrs. Nergaard.

- Couldn't stay away, could you? - Yeah, it's because I missed you.

Anyway, Johanne can you please take the lovely Trine here for a CT scan?

We need to check her lungs.

- She has COPD. - Yeah, yeah.

As you know, there is no cure,

but we'll try to give you the best quality of life we can, I promise.

I don't give a shit about quality of life. Come on. I've got one foot in the grave!

Still, with your condition, you should probably stop smoking.

You want me to stop smoking? I am 85 years old. What are you, nuts?

Yeah.

Henrik, a minute... Not done with you.

Did you have a chance to read her full chart?

- Yeah... - So, why do you want a CT scan?

The chart says in addition to COPD, she may have polychondritis...

Do you still want me to cover your shift on Monday?

- Yeah, yeah. Can you? - Sure, OK.

- Hi. - Hi.

- You look well. - Oh, thank you.

- See you at lunch later? - Yeah, probably.

Anyway, I know this patient well.

This is the tenth time she's been in,

so you should listen to her lungs because she might have Stridor,

and then do a bronchoscopy.

A CT scan will only make it worse.

Alright, let's see...

Sorry, this might be a little cold.

Do we really need to do this?

- I'm already feeling better. - Can you cough for me?

I don't need a broncho... whatever. I just need a cigarette.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Yeah?

Yeah...

OK...

Would you mind administering the bronchoscopy?

Yeah.

Thanks, Johanne.

You're looking really well.

Thanks, Doc.

- Maybe I'll see you at lunch? - Yeah, probably.

Hmm.

- You're smarter than him, right? - Yeah.

But I've got to say, that's a good-looking man.

- Henrik? - Oh, please! He's hot.

So, why don't you tap that?

Sounds like you've already called dibs!

Hey, don't look at me. I like my men a bit younger.

No way!

OK.

Dude...

Do you think this guy's hot?

- Is that Lovematch? - Yeah.

It's slim pickings. You won't find anyone on there.

Listen up, everyone!

Let's all discuss the holiday shift coverage.

Inga?

Put your phone down, please, if you would?

Yeah, of course.

For starters, I need some brave volunteers to work on Christmas Eve. Hmm?

A show of hands how many of you are planning to celebrate

with your partners and children?

OK. Noted.

Can I get off like them, please?

One moment. Then you're free to speak.

- OK, go on. - I'm going home for the holidays.

Can you not schedule me?

Alright, fine.

- Johanne? - Hmm?

Afternoon and evening shifts on Christmas Eve?

OK.

Always a team player.

Thank you.

So much appreciation for you single guys.

Keeping the wheels turning while everyone else indulges in presents and sauerkraut,

surrounded by loved ones.

Is that it?

Well, it's just you and me.

At work, I mean. For, you know, Christmas Eve.

Just saying... There'll be...

One doctor is covering two of the wards. Me.

Yeah. Nice.

Hi!

- Hey, guys! - Hey!

Hey!

You're eating beets. What are you, pregnant?

- Yeah. - Did she not tell you yet?

- She didn't. Are you serious? - Yep.

Oh, my God!

- Congratulations! - Thank you!

- Congratulations, Lars! - Oh, thanks.

Cool!

So, uh...

when will it be here?

We're only 11 weeks, so it's early.

But we're excited you're going to be a big sister, aren't we?

How about we go for a third, huh?

Why? We have two perfect children already.

Who doesn't want more perfection?

The feeling of a human being growing inside you is magical.

Yeah, but newborns are the worst.

- Tiny alarm clocks. - They are, but it's worth it.

You're so lucky you still get to sleep in every morning.

I've worked a lot of extra shifts lately, so I'm pretty tired, too.

Totally exhausted.

Looking after a child is a whole new type of tired.

- I thought tired was tired. - No way!

It's a whole other world of tiredness when you wake up four times a night

with a baby demanding to be fed.

And the diapers! Oh, my God! That's reason enough not to have another one.

I definitely get my fair share of diapers at work, you know what I'm saying?

Still enjoying your job?

Ah, you know...

Oh, God!

- Huh? What? - It's Christian.

- Christian! - Oh, man!

- Hi! - Hi.

- Surprised to see you. - Good to see you.

- How is everyone? - Can't complain.

- Nice to see you. - Yeah, it is.