Turist

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- Hello! Hello, sir.

- Hello.

Like to have your picture taken?

Are you the world champion, Harry?

Put your arm around Harry,

like I'm holding you.

Okay, smile.

WELCOME:

WELCOME:

SKI DAY ONE:

Okay?

I'm keeping it open.

They seem all right at home.

- So, you have kids?

- Yes, two girls.

- How old are they?

- Eleven and thirteen.

- You don't bring them along?

- Oh, no...

I'm on a break from them!

We're here because

Tomas has been working so much.

So now he has five days

to focus on his family.

- Right?

- Wow... Good to know.

- Have a great day.

- You, too.

- Hi.

- Vera...

Are you okay? Let's go.

Could you help me?

Did you go to the toilet?

- Hey, I need help!

- Then come along.

Come on, Harry!

Are you tired? Are you?

Are you tired?

I was so proud of you

on the slopes today.

Please!

- Could you grab those?

- Sure.

I got one.

Hey, we're almost there.

No... Not on my skis.

You're an awesome skier.

Tomas, no wonder he's like that,

he hasn't eaten all day.

- Daddy, do we get off here?

- What?

I'm just saying that it's not

strange that he's tired.

Yeah, well what should I say?

- What?

- Are we supposed to get off here?

Yeah, up there.

No, please...

I'm getting off now.

I won't get that.

- Are you checking your phone?

- No, I'm not, actually.

SKI DAY TWO:

Harry, give me the phone.

Thank you.

- That looks great.

- It really does...

- Thank you.

- Enjoy.

Mine's delicious.

Have some...

Delicious.

Isn't there any parmesan?

What was that?

Wow, check it out, Harry!

- Tomas, isn't that an avalanche?

- Yeah, but it's controlled.

Look at that power!

- Is it safe?

- Sure, they know what they're doing.

Daddy!

- Doesn't look controlled to me.

- Daddy!

It's okay, Harry.

Daddy!!

Tomas!

- Tomas!

- Daddy!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

How are you?

Are you okay?

Yeah... Everything's fine.

We're fine.

That's good.

Where's Daddy?

Just sit down, Vera.

Wow, that was...

Damn...

Are you okay?

They know what they're doing,

but that was...

Here comes the sun.

Mom?

- Wait, Mom.

- Mommy?!

- Jesus, Ebba, wait!

- Go inside. Go on...

Vera, go on! Inside...

What?

- Harry, go inside.

- What are you doing?!

- Somebody's in here.

- Go on in...

For goodness sake, Harry!

Go inside and let us talk.

Well?

You seem irritated.

Well, are you?

No.

Good...

Should I be?

No... I don't think so.

No...

No.

Maybe we should go inside.

Leave me alone.

Oh, are you angry?

What's up, Harry?

Hi there...

Are you all right?

Hey, talk to me.

Stop it!

You know, we have to talk in private

once in a while too.

- Do you want to talk about...

- Go away!

I know you're angry, but can't we

talk about what happened?

I can see that you're upset, but...

I'm sorry that we...

- Come on...

- Go away!

I'll take that screen away!

Watch your tone of voice!

Go away!

Aren't you listening? Go away!

- You too!

- We're going.

- We'll be back in ten minutes.

- No!

- You're not the boss, Vera.

- Go away!

- Thrown out of our own room?

- Yup...

What are you laughing at?

- Hey...

- Yes?

Right, good...

Great, you're in control.

- Should I catch it?

- Can I try? No, guess not...

Wow...

- You've never done this before?

- No, I haven't.

- You've been practicing...

- It's my first time, I promise.

- Liar.

- No!

Your nose is getting longer...

Pinocchio!

When it came at us, you ran away.

No, I didn't...

I most certainly did not do that.

- Yes.

- No, no, no...

You grabbed your phone

and your gloves,

and ran like hell

away from me and the kids.

Please...

I did no such thing.

That's not how I remember it.

- Okay, how do you remember it?

- Not like that, anyway...

You ran away from me and the kids.

Ebba, please. I didn't do that.

Is it even possible

to run in ski boots? Come on!

Can you not run in ski boots?

I mean...

Hey...

What's going on?

This isn't us.

I don't recognize us at all.

- I don't recognize you... or myself.

- I don't recognize you either.

- I don't want it this way.

- No...

I'm still shaking

after that godawful dinner.

- Try to hug me... I need one.

- So do I.

What the...?

I'll turn it off.

A nice big hug, all right.

It's just...

It's so weird that you won't

admit what happened.

What's so weird

about having different versions?

I can't "admit" to your perception,

that's not how I see it.

I really can't relate

to your description.

And the way you tried

to convince everybody at dinner

that your version was...

The important thing is that I don't

want us to be like we were tonight.

Right, it was embarrassing.

It was terrible!

- Sh*t...

- It's no good...

- That's not us.

- No...

I want us to share the same view...

Are we back to that?

Are we back to "a shared view"?

I think it's good for the kids.

And for us.

- What exactly is your view?

- Listen to me...

If we could agree

that there was an avalanche

and that we were frightened,

but that everything went fine.

I'm totally okay with that.

Is that what you meant? Sorry...

A unified front.

Sure, I'm okay with that.

All right, then.

The two of us experienced

an avalanche.

Christ...

We're on holiday.

We shouldn't be acting like this.

Let's put all this behind us.

There was an avalanche,

we were terrified,

but everyone's fine.

Good...

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