Sebbe Page #4
- Year:
- 2010
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as to steal some else's jacket?
Where are you going?
I'll report it to the police.
Are you hungry?
You want me to make you
something to eat?
Let's forget what happened.
- Call me a thief, then.
- I won't. You're not a thief, Mom.
- I know you think I am.
- No one even cares.
I know you think so.
You know, I didn't even want you.
- You get it?
- I don't want to lose you.
Shut up!
I've sacrificed my life for you,
and I didn't even want you.
- I want you out of here.
- Please, stop it.
Shut up!
Don't you understand? Get out!
I don't want to see you! I hate you!
Please, Mom...
Get out! I don't want to see you!
I don't want you in my life!
- Mom!
- You're out of here!
Out! Don't you get it? Out!
- Please, Mom...
- Get out!
Leave! I never want to
see you again! Just go!
- Please...
- I said go!
Mom!
Hello.
Hi, Mom. It's me.
Sebbe, where have you been?
Where are you?
Forgive me for
not being of any help to you.
- For everything I've done to you.
- Sebastian, go to your seat.
Sebbe, come home. What are you dolng?
Forgive me for having made your life
a shitty life.
- Sebbe...
- Forgive me, Mom.
You'd be much better off
without me, Mom.
Sebastlan, you're not golng to
do anythlng stupld, are you?
Please, Sebastlan, come home.
Please, come home.
What are you dolng? Tell me...
You're not dolng anythlng stupld,
are you?
- Llsten...
- Forgive me, Mom.
Llsten to me,
don't do anythlng stupld. Come ho...
What are you up to?
Put that away.
We'll fix this somehow.
Sebastian...
- Are you hungry?
- Yes, a little.
I've been thinking, Sebbe, that...
I need someone to help me
to take care of you.
What do you mean?
Maybe I have to...
I can't take care of you any more.
You'd be so much better off
with someone else.
I know that for sure, Sebastian.
Oh, yeah?
Listen...
Sebbe...
Why are you doing this?
- It'll be much better for you.
- No.
Oh, yes!
Hey, Sebastian...
Hey, let's go for a walk.
Let's get out of here.
I'll just pay.
I just have to fix something.
I'll be home after that.
See you soon.
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