Dag

What are you doing?

And the dress?

May I borrow your bathroom?

- We shall all die one day. - But none of the other days.

Where were we? Sorry, it's my secretary. She has been committed.

Her head exploded. The war and all that. What were we talking about?

- Once a week. - Less.

- Three times a month. - Much less.

We were up to three times a month, but now it's once, tops.

The actual number isn't important.

But you seem to disagree about how often you should have sex.

We should do it because we want to, not because we're supposed to.

- So you don't want to? - I just feel so much pressure.

- I pressure you? - You don't always want to either!

I see your body language. You walk around me in wide circles.

- The whole situation becomes weird. - What situation?

For example if we're lying on the couch. It's a nice regular evening -

and I kiss you on the check.

Then you start with your tongue and all that, and it gets weird.

- What is so weird about that? - I feel pressured!

Then I feel that I have to sleep with you, and things get ugly.

Ugly? Do you think it's ugly to have sex with me? Ugly?!

We've got our work cut out here.

- Hi. - Is there any room at the inn?

Of course. It's nice with some company.

- You OK with using Dag's cup? - Sure.

Fine by me, but I don't know about Dagobert.

- Is that what his friends call him? - I'm pretty much his only friend.

- How long have you known each other? - Ages.

No one else can tolerate me.

Tolerate you? He's very fond of you, Benedikt.

Maybe it makes him feel secure to see that others are worse off.

I think he quiets the demons in his head by helping others.

- Maybe. - So what was today's chaos?

Nothing. Just a little problem with the police.

I returned my son to Mia, but that isn't enough.

Now they want to bring me in for questioning.

That feels uncalled for right now.

So you came to the guy who likes to take care of people.

I guess I did.

I mean the situation is ugly, of course. Not you! It seems so planned. I feel like a robot.

So we should wait until you aren't thinking about it?

Until a lightning bolt hits you and you just have to have me?

I don't know.

I don't go around pretending that I want to sleep with you.

I don't find you so repulsive -

that I have to psych myself up.

- Do you think I'm stupid? - Can't I be impulsive?

OK, OK...

Enough trench warfare. That won't solve anything.

Rannveig, I agree. Vidar thinks too much.

But men think much less about sex than you think.

We think about sleeping with many women.

All women, actually. But that is genetic.

For 98 % of our time on this planet we have been non-monogamous.

This is how we've survived.

But the sex itself? Nothing the Internet can't help with.

So you spend all your time thinking about sex with other women?

No. I think Vidar thought about other women before he met you.

But you're the one he wants now. You have nothing to worry about.

- Then why won't he sleep with me? - Because he already has.

- Has what? - Slept with you.

- Is this really necessary? - You're done.

Imagine how laborious the sex act is for Vidar.

He is responsible for most of the work.

Pumping away, turning you this way and that.

Knowing he has to do that for a long time.

And on top of that make sure you get what you want.

It's inhuman. Totally inhuman.

But he's done it anyway. Right?

He has done it. That's my point. He's finished.

He's put it behind him. Your best sex is behind you.

It's like a junkie searching for that first high.

His only options are to die of an overdose, or quit.

And Vidar has chosen life!

With you. Rannveig.

Do you drink much alcohol during the week?

No.

You might want to start.

- How much did you have in mind? - Until you're numb enough to go at it again.

How are things here?

They're great between me and Dag.

But?

I was at Juanita's earlier.

I borrowed her bathroom. The cabinet was full of medicine.

So I googled them.

And she has...

She has AIDS.

She's probably much sicker than she lets on.

She doesn't know that I know.

- I don't know what to say. - What does Dag say?

I haven't been able to reach him.

- But you don't have... - No way.

That was my first thought too. I am that selfish.

But both Leon and I were checked after he was born. So, no.

I guess it was nice of her not to sleep with me, then.

I can call Ernst, if you want.

If she needs care and a place to rest, Ernst is perfect.

She can have a room there, with nurses nearby.

- But she doesn't want help. - Ask her.

It's a lot better than doing nothing.

- I'm hungry! Hi.

Malin? Everything OK?

Sure. I brought him too.

- Gosh. Good to see you again. - Good to see you again.

- All well? - Sure. Just a little sore.

Sit down, Seim.

All right. So how are... you?

- Fine. Better. - I'm glad.