Bad Family

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Concentrate!

Dani, hand first!

Dad. Dad.

- Dad!

- Yes?

Eikka says you've

sometimes sent

innocent people to prison

and ruined their lives.

If they ever get out

they'll find you and kill you.

He must've

watched TV a lot.

Dad's job is

to see that innocent

people do not go to prison.

There're many of us

making the decisions.

Are you 100 per cent sure?

- Yes.

You still drag your left foot.

By spring he won't take

another point off you.

True, 'cause I quit that clowning.

- What clowning?

Don't start.

Only by...

- Sacrificing something...

You can get so good

at something else that it matters.

If you never lose

victory won't taste as sweet.

- Yes.

If you give in to giving in

soon that's all you can do.

You're starting

to sound just like

your father when

he still talked.

Milo, go to bed.

It's your call.

- Yes.

I'll back you up whatever

you decide.

- Relax, I said yes.

Can I have Dani's sword

if he quits?

We just bought you your own.

- Yours has a finer hilt.

Will Dani quit?

- Say good night to mum.

Good night.

- A kiss.

Good night.

Think it would be ridiculous

to take that course?

- Yes.

What course?

- Salsa course.

Sure it would.

Will it be for doctors only?

Some nurses might attend.

What about that

curly-headed

one?

Staffan.

Will Staffan be there?

You dance solo there.

- Solo?

Mum's dead.

Ok.

Who's dead?

- No one.

Your address in Denmark?

- Right now none.

No... address?

- I live at a friend's place.

And the deceased lived...

- At a friend's place, too.

Any close relatives who could

share the funeral costs?

No one?

Her ex-man?

Name of the ex-man?

Mikael Lindgren.

Fuck!

- What? Don't brake right

after you start to move.

Moving is the general idea.

- I can't concentrate.

Check the mirrors.

Good. Second gear.

Good. Use the wheel, please.

I can't fucking concentrate!

Because of your mum?

I guess I understand it, in theory.

- What do I tell her?

To Tilda. Your daughter.

Offer your condolences.

- No, from you.

A hotel?

- Yes. If you don't mind.

Might be the correct thing,

in this situation.

One night.

- Yes.

Sure, if...

Might be quite nice, for a change.

- Not if you don't want to.

We'll go.

I'm sure she'll fly back tomorrow.

Things get back to normal.

Don't drive her away.

Let me know when I can come home.

- Please don't.

Life and death are one

like a river and the sea are one.

In fond remembrance,

Mikael, Laura and Milo.

Who's this?

It's you.

This one?

That's you, too.

Perhaps Maria took

Tilda's baby photos with her.

We had no photos.

Of me when I was small.

I see. Well we did take them.

Guess they got lost

when you moved.

Your mum wasrt exactly

an organized person.

Must've sold them.

This one?

- Well that's...

No, it's you, too.

Wait a moment...

It's you. That coat.

Did you have any plan?

A return flight... - No.

Good.

Stay as long as you want.

Until you leave.

- Great. Thanks.

Nice.

- Yeah.

Two of them, then.

And some tea

and a hot chocolate.

I see you offer shiatzu,

do you have time for tonight?

I don't want it.

- It's for me.

What?

Did mum look like you?

- Yeah.

That's your grandpa.

Hi!

He's deaf?

- No.

Can he see?

- Yes.

Is he living here?

- Yes, but he's got the nurse.

Ok.

Hi!

Erik, Jaars brother.

Your godparents Jaakko and Seija.

My sister Anna, you never met her.

And Laura, she's been there -

since morning

setting things up with Kari.

Nice, pleasant people who

of course are dying to meet you.

I want you to know

you've got a family -

if you feel you need one.

Mind if I smoke?

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