Dag

Are you all right?

Yes, I think so.

- When is the funeral? - At two.

I have to swing by the office first.

My apartment is all dried out.

That's good.

I'll move out during the day, -

unless you'd like company.

No, I'll be OK.

You'll get to sleep in a real bed again.

Yes.

Nobody says it, but as time goes by, there's less reason to feel sorry for the dead.

It's outrageous that it has to be so damn difficult -

- to have the paper delivered on my doorstep, so I wouldn't have to run up and down.

The same sentence every morning since the wharf closed in 1982.

This is now the only time he leaves the apartment.

This is the only conversation he's willing to have.

Do we poison old age, or does it bring us to our knees?

Douglas McArthur: You're as young as your faith, as old as you doubt, -

- as young as your confidence, as old as you fear.

As young as your hope, as old as your despair.

Bergersen and I are growing more alike every day.

Idiot!

- Hi! - Hi.

You look so happy. Why?

You know how you're always wondering what I'm writing.

"Marielle de Joy", is that you?

Are you writing about my patients?

No. I just borrow some stories.

- Doctor Sexy? - Dr. Dag Steelhead, I've called him.

He gives his female patients comfort, hope, love, -

- fantasies, safety, peace. Pure fiction, in other words.

- Do you want me to read for you? - Now?

Sit down.

"Steelhead came around the desk, and sat next to her on the couch."

"Ramona, don't hold back."

"Don't be afraid to cry, that's why I', here."

"There's nothing you can say or do that is shameful in here."

"He tightened his grip around her ankle almost imperceptibly."

"She moved closer to him. Without noticing," -

- "she spread her legs as far as her dress allowed."

"'God', she thought. 'If only he would throw me across that desk.'"

"If I could feel him against me. If I could only feel him inside me," -

"and make me forget the pain."

Great, isn't it?

- In Swedish? - Yes.

- Fighting fish. - You said that last time.

How are you feeling?

I'm not sure. I have doubts.

Self-doubt, doubt in the Almighty, or doubts in you husband?

All of the above.

He doesn't answer you, and here you are.

Just a moment. Malin, stop eavesdropping.

Personnel issues.

A funeral?

- Yes. - What do you think happens when we die?

I think it finally gets quiet. We're not talking about me.

- No. - Let's look at your doubts.

You've only been with the man your parents introduced you to.

You grew up learning his biography.

He never answers, even though you'd sacrifice everything for him.

He says he'll be back, but never shows up.

If someone told you this, what would your advice be?

Dump him. He says that those who believe will be rewarded on the other side.

Do you live your life now, or a life you think you'll get?

By a man you can't be sure exists.

You're being pragmatic about something spiritual.

I'm not saying you should stop believing in God.

I'm just saying you'd do fine with some love before you die.

Are you?

We're not talking about me.

- Dog murderer! - Dog murderer!

- Are you all right? - I think so.

- You dog murderer! - Dog murderer!

- These vegans don't throw that bad. - What was that?

Ghost of Christmas past . Nothing to worry about. Go on.

What am I to do?

Your intended father-in-law has gargantuan ego issues, -

- and has wiped out more cities than the atom bomb.

So I'm not sure that's a clan you'd want to marry into.

He had to be put down IT'S YOUR FAULT!

You're being unreasonable.

I'm not dating a 2,000 year old guy who claims he can walk on water.

No, you're the one relating to a Siamese fighting fish.

Hi.

- Can you handle this, Benedikt? - I can take care of an infant.

- He's so cute. - Take of your glasses.

It's not an "infant", it's your son.

- You know what I mean. - When is the funeral?

It's in three hours, so that'll be fine.

I'll be back in two hours, tops.

Milk: mix the powder in the bag with warm water, test it with you wrist.

If he wakes up, it means he's either tired, hungry, or... In need of a change.

Of course.

Since he's already asleep, it'll be one of the latter two.

Call me if you have any questions. See you in two hours.

- Where are you going? - That's hardly any of your business.

- No, but where are you going? - Benedikt, don't fuck it up already.

No, but...

You look really good.

Hi!

There, there. Please.

I'm trying my best here. Please?

Water.

Lukewarm water, what the fuck.

- Hi. Is this where Dag lives? - Yes.

- Is he here? - He's at work. And you are?

Mia. The baby mama of Dag's idiot best friend.

He's not here either. Maybe I can help you?

No, I probably should talk to Dag about this stuff.

How to keep people from killing each other?

I didn't mean to kill Benedikt. I just want to scare him.

Might come in handy, having a dad around for your kid.

Though decision, really. Having a dad and feeling shitty, -

- or dropping him and avoiding giving your kid a shitty mom.

- Do you know Benedikt? - I've met him.