Secrets We Keep (Reservatet)

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I think Katarina broke the window.

We had an argument at the school over a video that Oscar made.

- Can I see the video? -Yeah, of course.

-Let's go in here. -Sure.

I guess Oscar shared this to a group.

A thread that he has with some boys and my son.

I think he set up an old nanny cam for recording this and to peep on Ruby.

But I talked to Viggo yesterday.

And he said that Oscar showed him a video much worse than that.

-Is… that on here too? -No, it's not in the thread.

He showed Viggo the video on his own phone.

And I guess he gave Viggo some sort of threat…

that he should keep quiet about it.

And…

I didn't want to put pressure on him before.

With everything going on and…

He is very, very afraid.

Hmm.

Um… If you report Oscar for giving sexual material to a minor,

then I can get a search warrant and get the nanny cam and his phone.

-The video would be on there. -I'd need to report Oscar?

-Yeah. -

SECRETS WE KEEP

Yeah?

We've had a report that your son, Oscar Hoffmann, has shared material

depicting the sexual abuse of Ruby Tan with other minors.

Tell me who reported it.

I'm gonna need access to your house and all Oscar's devices.

This is a fucking witch hunt.

Now we just report anybody,

even if there were five other boys in that thread?

Are you saying we can't come in?

-Have you got a warrant or what? -Of course I do.

Hey, honey. They're fucking back.

Take his room. I'll take the basement.

Can you come home?

Why do I always have to do everything, huh?

Oh, fuck.

Was there a camera in Ruby's room?

Did Cecilie tell you this? Huh? Did she?

-Was there a camera in her room? -A camera?

We got rid of all the old stuff when we packed up her things.

Who even are you?

Why are you acting like he's some kind of criminal?

Huh? Yeah, stupid prank. I know it was.

But boys peep on girls in the locker room all the time.

He's just a little boy.

Did you see what the others shared? It's not much better, you know.

Why the hell did you report Oscar to the police?

Huh?

It was you, right? Wasn't it?

I just did what I had to.

You just had to, huh? Okay.

When did you ever have to work for anything in your life anyway? Huh?

Katarina, Oscar is running wild.

What's that?

He needs help.

You saying I'm not a good mother?

Really? I can't believe you're judging me.

Tell me what kinda mother you'd be with no… au pair or those pills?

-Katarina. -Huh?

Dunno if you recall, but you just left

your little eight-week-old infant home alone.

If I hadn't come over and found Viggo--

-Stop! -Did I say a word?

No, I was comforting you in our living room

as you cried and cried, "Am I capable of being a mother?"

So you don't fucking judge me, dammit! I'm a fucking great mother.

What exactly was on the video Oscar showed you?

You have to tell me now, Viggo.

I'm serious.

We went through everything. Nothing.

That's impossible. You've missed something, then.

- No, we checked everything. - Okay.

Hi, Ella.

The DNA test from Rasmus Hoffmann is a match.

Fuck, fantastic.

So he's the baby's father?

No.

It's a 24.1% match with the fetus.

24.1? Uh, what's that mean here?

The ceremony for Ruby is at 12 tomorrow, so we should…

What's wrong?

It's Oscar.

Oscar's the reason Ruby killed herself.

He raped her.

No.

- Mike. - What's up?

You have to come home.

What's going on?

You can't be here right now.

They're saying what I did was wrong.

I'm sorry, it was.

But she has to do what I tell her.

She has to. She can't say no.

She can't.

What?

She's hired to like me, right?

She has to like me.

Oscar, you need to go home!

You need to go home.

Can I stay, please?

-Just go home. -Please.

Please.

-Mike! - Yeah.

-What are you doing here, Oscar? -No, no. Please let me stay.

Go with Mike, okay?

Come with me. Okay? Let's go.

Rasmus?

Oscar was just at our place. So…

The police are saying Oscar raped Ruby.

They say he may be the one who got her pregnant.

They want to take him in and get social services involved.

What… what's the plan?

-He's out there. He's afraid, so… -As my lawyer, what do you suggest?

-I think you should go to him. -Tell me what to do.

Mike, you of all people know how this could ruin everything for him.

You're my friend, right?

Can I count on you?

Yeah.

I can't believe that's what she was trying to tell me.

Sorry I didn't trust you, Mike.

Yeah.

It's all right, babe.

I've just… I dunno what got into me.

-Sorry. -

It's fine.

Come here. Come.

It'll be all right.

I'm not doing it. You can't ask me to.

Of course we're going to the memorial service. Come on.

Why are you like this? Why?

Why are you so mad at me now?

Come on. Tell me what you're thinking.

How the hell did you not notice what was going on with our son?

-I knew it. I fucking knew it. -You have one job in this house.

-That's to care for my son's upbringing. -I've got that.

-No, you don't. -I've got that.

You punched his teacher. You definitely do not.

You didn't hear what he said about our son!

You weren't there! You didn't hear! I was.

-It doesn't matter-- -I was. I'm making this house a home.

Listen, I'm taking over now. I spoke to the folks at Herlufsholm.

-They have space. He can start right away. -What?

Honey, he has as much right to be at that school--

He's not going there anymore. He needs a fresh start. That's that.

-You'll let them win, then? - Just stop already!

Get dressed.

What are you saying?

Baby, hey.

What…

Honey?

If you think that's what's best, then of course, that's what we'll do.

Sorry, honey.

I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment to you.

Right.

I just feel that nothing I do matters. It's like I'm completely invisible to you.

But now you're taking my son from me.

You need to offer something else.

You need to give me something else instead.

I can't just wander around this empty house all alone. I can't.

Hi, sweetheart.

You foolish boy.