"From when you get this read until guest house closes in September,"
"the three of you are to run guest house."
Isn't it illegal to disinherit your children?
Yeah, if you own something.
What is it about the pool anyway? If I stay, I can repair it.
- It's a bad idea. - Why?
Are you pissed I took off before we didn't finish it? Don't you want a pool?
I don't want you here.
- What's that? - The guesthouse.
We could modernize it, create a total experience
instead of just serving coffee and cake like now.
- I want you to think about it. - It's my life we're talking about.
I lost everything! I stayed here. I kept this family afloat.
Do you have any idea what I've done for you, Lasse and mom?
- Lower your voice. - Don't interfere. It concerns the family.
Why didn't Oscar finish the pool?
He lost interest when you left.
Lasse saw something with the binoculars.
Is your childish behaviour due to something in your childhood.
- No. - Give him a chance.
There will be no damn pool!
End of story. Does anyone believe it?
- What the hell are you saying? - I can't rule out arson.
- Have you told anyone else? - No.
- So just I know? - You don't count.
- Because I'm a priest? - Because I trust you.
- Isn't that heavy? - Heavy?
- Guilt and... - I had no choice.
I had to move him. It has nothing to do with guilt.
Can we start? I have stuff to do.
- Something more important than this? - Yes.
- Oscar... This is a funeral. - Yeah... yeah...
- It's your father's funeral. - Yes... Yes.
I didn't want to put him here in Jungfruviken.
Just be glad you know a priest who's willing to do something like this.
I just don't understand how this will affect Mauritz'... celestial journey.
No... But given all the illegalities, maybe...
a dignified burial for your father may help your celestial journey.
God the Father, we are gathered here to bid farewell to Mauritz Waldemar.
Who the hell do you think you are?! Fucking idiot! How hard could it be?
Daddy! Enough!
- Is it cold? - Nice.
Sorry, I wasn't expecting company. Can I get my robe?
- Please. - Thanks.
- Boring? - Yes, very.
- Can you borrow the dock and my wife? - Absolutely.
We closed the bar long ago. We can't serve guests anytime they want.
- I'll leave them to you. - Honey, help me set the table.
Oops, you've put yourself out.
Yes. This midsummer will be perfect. A large wedding means lots of guests
and lots of guests means lots of money.
That means temporary staff and more time for us.
- Hey. - Hello?
- Hell! I can't talk. - Are you working on midsummer's day?
- The guest house has guests. - YOUR guest house.
- Not yet. We'll talk later. - I want to meet you.
- I have to go. - I want you to come next weekend.
- You can't? - Play truant.
- You don't have Oscar as a Principal? - Bye.
- Jonna... - What?
Previously you said the last thing you wanted was to throw your life away
running a guest house like your mother.
Hello? Hello?
- Want some coffee? - No, thank you.
- Who's that? - What? No one.
Was it about the restaurant? Have they said anything?
- No. - Why does nobody say anything?
Sometimes you don't feel like talking. Don't you understand that?
Tommy Fast, Stockholm police. I'm looking for Lars-Erik Waldemar.
I have a question for you. Call me on my direct number 0755-53-25-61.
0755-53-25-61. Thank you.
- Do you have something good in your bag? - The wedding guests aren't here yet.
- It's rejected champagne. - Have you been celebrating?
Where's Jonna? Jonna!
Mårtensson! But what the hell?! Thirty wedding guests are coming
and a maypole has to be erected! The chilled food goes into the fridge.
800 strawberry boxes. On the dock!
Someone has to do it. It's important.
Where's Mårtensson? And the staff?
I need you anyway. Come on now.
- Shouldn't you take a day off today? - He can't be idle.
I'm free. I'm calm. Real calm..
Ta-daa!
Ah, wow...
Ouch, then.
Look, darling! Here's Daddy.
Are they already here? Hell!
Where did you put the strawberries? Thanks!
- Yes. - What did he do, that you didn't?
Bjorn Lehman is the Managing Director at the Nordicbank, and has lots of directorships.
A man who dines with royalty. Is everything ready?
Relax. Everything's been checked and is under control, and ready to be set out.
- Okay. And the bar? - Take it easy.
We'll make 16,000 on this.
We don't get many weddings, so we should be grateful.
Strawberries are in the large fridge.
- Hey. Oscar Waldemar. Welcome. - Björn Lehman.
And this is Waldemars' Guesthouse.
Dad! Yes, but it's reasonable...
I hope you enjoy your stay. Everything's ready.
The rooms are small but cozy. Mårtensson is the island's best chef.
He won awards in Finland. This is going to be good.
Isn't she beautiful? I'm sorry?
- Isn't my daughter beautiful? - Very!
- How quickly time passes. - Yes, it does.
I booked the Grand Hotel, but Nilla insisted on getting married here.
Here, not in Mariehamn. Do you understand it?
No... So I expect... you'll deliver what you promised.
- Of course. - Do we understand each other? ORVAR...
Come on now. Good.
I'm called Oscar.
- Did you see the beautiful bride and groom? - Yes.
If they throw in the towel now they'll be spared from ruin.
Both the rings and the lawyers cost a fortune.
- A classic Lars Waldemar strategy. - I speak from experience.
- Everyone doesn't need to be the same. - They weren't married to my ex-wife.
However it's easier to write a letter and then just say: Goodbye! Cecilia!
Kim! Can you take this to the bride and groom? Whoa!
- Careful, it's heavy. - I've got it.
Set the champagne on ice first.
Drink up now. We must close the bar.
Two tons. I thought you were the strong one.
- How have you done it other years? - There's cold beer if you want.
Don't just stand there. Help!
Help you to erect a phallic symbol? No!
It's her mother's genes speaking. Up, up! Change places with me.
When Jansson's maypole fell on dad's car, there were just two people too.
- Good thing you parked further away. - Help instead! - Put it down!
Let it go, let go!
- But, darling... - Come and help.
- How's your back? - Good.
- What did you mean? A letter? - Forget it.
- It doesn't matter anymore. - That's wonderful.
- It was good. - Yes. Here.
He's afraid of you. Have you packed yet?
Is it for Liv?
- I have to explain. - She'll understand.
Give this to Liv.
- Where are you going? - Give Liv the letter.
Where are you going?
- Some gifts. - Yes. A signature.
- So. Thank you. - Thank you.
Cecilia, tell the bride and groom the gifts have arrived. I'll leave them here.
Shit!
- What have you got there? - What? Nothing.
Shit!
- Your turn to do the washing? - Yes.
Lasse? Did you cover the pool with the tarpaulin?
It's better if no prominent guests fall in and break their necks.
Won't you answer it?
No, not on midsummer's day.
As few deaths as possible, thank you.
Nagger.
Hell! It's midsummer's day.
- If anyone rings, I'm not here. - The usual strategy.
- What is it? - Nothing.
- You take notes of everything I say. - Does that bother you?
Is that the letter? Yes, I wrote the letter. It was 20 years ago.
Handwritten, from the heart... You heard something. Stop complaining about everything!
What did you say? From the heart? Would it make me feel any better?
Oscar was right, you haven't changed. A little conflict, so you withdraw.
Fuck everyone and...
So. Feel better?
ORVAR, the guests will arrive by chartered ferry at 15:00.
- Yeah, yeah, that's alright. - Everything according to specs.
I'd like to taste the wine. It should be opened to breathe. You know that, right?
Of course. This way.
The wine's here.
Give me a bottle. He wants to try it. What?
He wants to try. Do I get one.
- What have you done? - Nothing.
So, let's see...
So... Mårtensson, I ask you all... Thank you. Two minutes.
Mmm... Chateau Margaux, exquisite. Balance and style.
- It's not the wine I ordered. - Yes.
- Chateau Margaux '97. - Mm...
No, Chateau Margaux '94. Better!
Better? Are you a connoisseur?
No, but apparently I'm facing one.
You just want to make a buck.
Good. Then, so... Then we know where we stand. Fucking Ålanders!
Not good. But no one's noticed anything yet.
- It won't be long. - So typical of me, huh?
We have to do something to fix it
- Mom and Dad will flip out! - And the bride and groom.
- I didn't go to the room. - Tell him it was an accident.
- The damage's been done. - You're not helping, Einstein.!
- Leave me out of it. - You must help me.
- It isn't so bad, it's good enough. - There will be great.
- Martin, stop here. - Why? Shouldn't he see it?
We need to keep to some traditions.
The groom shouldn't see the bride or the wedding dress before the wedding.
- You are so traditional, Dad. - Good thing someone here is.
Now to prevent accidents, I want to see it.
Grandma Margret wouldn't object. An average looking Brit and a Swedish beauty.
Thanks, Dad.
What the hell?!
- ORVAR! - Damn!
- Liv! Darling, come. - I'm really busy.
It's not certain there'll be a wedding. We have a situation, you might say.
The dress is gone! And it's not just any dress. It's an heirloom!
Made in England for my grandmother!
- Have you looked everywhere? - Yes.
- Just you and we, have the keys. - Are you accusing me?
We'll look again, just in case.
Yeah...
There it is.
- What's going on? - Well, a little misunderstanding.
- Holy shit! - Maybe it wasn't the best idea.
- What happened?! - I don't know...
Make sure it continues on down there.
The wedding and reception must go on.
You cheated, and fucked this up too!
- We'll do everything to resolve it. - We don't pay a dime for this!
We fix it and replace the dress.
- The dress is irreplaceable! - We'll do what we can.
- Hey. - Well.
Irreplaceable, huh? Nothing's irreplaceable.
What the hell were you thinking? They won't have to pay 16,000. My money!
- Your money? It's our money. - You have a debt to me.
Do you know who he is? He can buy half the island.
You should thought about that before you accepted the booking.
- It's such a loss. - He'll pay for everything, just like anyone else.
Then we have to proceed with the wedding and the reception. They can't go away.
How can you arrange a new wedding dress now?
- Yes... - Yes, what?
Since we both have spent a lot on salaries, food and drink, so...
- We propose to proceed with the wedding. - No, we're leaving. We'll go soon.
- Dad... - Nilla, we'll leave this farce.
- Give us another hour. - Say yes, Dad.
- One hour. Whisky. - Champagne.
A Calvados.
What fine drawings you sent. Just imagine you care about my ideas.
An occupational injury. If I see something nice I can't help myself.
- I sketched just for fun. - You have a good idea.
Do you think so?
Thank you.
You... I have to keep working.
Let's have lunch and talk about it?
Maybe. We'll see. See you.
- They don't want to pay. - But the food and staff...?
- They'll go soon. - What will we do?
- They mustn't go. - 16,000.
- What would Anna-Lisa have done? - What? Done about what?
- Has she no other dress? - One in reserve?
- Constructive, Jonna. - It's apparently irreplaceable.
Bring your bride and groom and dad to restaurant and offer a good whiskey.
Already done that. What else can you do?
I have an idea.
I don't want to hear any more explanations. Solve this! Nothing is impossible.
I don't want to hear more excuses.
I asked for the biggest and the safest, not a crashing wreck!
- I don't accept no for an answer! - Dad...!
- Where's everyone? Isn't it time? - The boat with the guests had an accident.
It's unclear when they will arrive. But... I'll fix it!
How? Are you going to fly them over here, right? Yes.
You... This is the finest gift.
I don't need to share this day with others, especially not your business friends.
I love you and everything you do for me. But this place is just ours.
And turn off that damn phone!
Then it only remains for me to say to the table is ready.
The wedding reception can begin.
- Hi! - You didn't come home, so...
The mountain had to come to Mohammed.
- What are you doing here? - Surprised?
One duty of the father of the bride is to propose a toast to the bridal couple.
This place means a lot to my daughter.
Here you first realized how much you mean to each other.
This is where you realized, you love each other.
Here's to the bridal couple! Cheers to the bride and groom.
- Hip! Hip! - Yay! Hooray! Hooray!
- Hey. - Hey.
- Can we stay here for a bit? - Absolutely.
- It's starting to blow up. - Yes.
- Do you live nearby? - No.
- So you're on the run? - Yeah, sure.
- Is that your boat? - Yes.
- Where are your lifejackets, then? - We have them here.
Hey... I have a twelve year old whiskey I can't pronounce.
Do you want to try it? On the house.
- What are you doing? - No. Just talking.
Talk to yourself.
We can go over there. There's a very pleasant boathouse.
- No family celebration for you? - They didn't feel like family. What about you?
It's just me and my mom.
- Do you have any friends? - People pull away when I come.
I don't.
- Have a beer and relax. - Thanks.
He'll pay. It all worked out. Cheers. Cheers. Yes, it finally did.
It's our first Midsummer together...
In many fucking years.
What's Manne doing here?
I don't want Manne to just show up. What the hell does he want?
He wants to stay, pure and simple.
He puts ideas into Jonna's head.
- Jonna can take care of herself. - Yes...
I'm very happy I have her. Liv...
I love her, but I'm bad at showing it.
She loves you too.
You can see that.
- Did you take care of the tarpaulin? Absolutely. Fuck, answer it. - Oscar!
It's for you.
Lars Waldemar.
Tommy Fast, Stockholm police. I've been trying to reach you.
It's very busy here. Are you working today, it's Midsummer's Day?
Yes, I'm a cop. When you don't return my call despite several phone calls
it starts to stink a bit.
My mother passed away recently, so I was forced to go quickly to Åland.
- Then you're abroad? - Yes, if you count Aland as abroad.
You're in Aland, it's abroad.
You avoid my calls. How should I interpret that, do you think?
- What is it? - Where were you when it caught fire?
Here on Åland, at mother's guest house.
At the guest house? The whole evening and night?
Yes, I have witnesses. Am I a suspect?
I will get back to you. Don't go anywhere, and answer when I call. Happy midsummer.
- Are you there? - Yes. Where are you going?
- I want to talk to Liv. - John Lennon was right.
The Beatles were bigger than Jesus?
They sold a lot of records, but love is greater. Want to dance?
See you later, Petra.
Honey! I was looking for you. We can celebrate midsummer together, like we said.
Like YOU said. Things aren't always as expected.
- It worked out in the end. - We haven't received the money yet.
Hell! I told him to arrange the damn tarpaulin!
Hell...
Anybody can fall in. I told him to fix it!
All this anger...
This is the way you often react.
It wasn't Lasse's letter I got right?
It was a long time ago, but I wondered.
Lasse said he wrote it by hand.
- You wrote it, right? - Liv...
I was sixteen, Liv.
Aren't you satisfied with the life we have?
- You seem so different here. - Stop with your analysis.
Yeah, but... You won't feel like yourself.
Mom told me everything when I was little.
Stuff I thought was hocus-pocus like the natives do.
You shouldn't deal with these things by yourself, but...
When I came here, I remembered everything she taught me.
It's like it sits in my body, in my DNA, maybe.
I got a crazy idea.
I love crazy ideas.
I want us to get married. When we're back in Stockholm, in the autumn...
We travelled a lot before. Mom and dad worked and didn't have time with each other.
- Now whenever we travel, I miss it. - You? Have you ever traveled?
No. Mom was over 40 when I arrived. The doctor said they couldn't have kids.
Then suddenly they got me.
- Your dad...? - Dad and Mauritz were on the lake.
Only Mauritz came back. Nothing got clarified. Nobody said anything.
That's why mother hates the Waldemars.
People inherit conflicts.
- Yes? - Hey, it's me.
I need some help here at home.
I don't want to talk. I'm looking for Cecilia.
I have a little problem with the tap here. Maybe you can come and help me?
With the tap? What should I do about it?
No... I'm trying to stop a flood. Bring your wrench.
- Flood? - Yes. And polygrip.
Yes, I will.
Cecilia?
- Honey? - Here...
Is this where you are? I've been looking for you.
Just so... Hey... Shouldn't we go to bed?
That was... me who destroyed the dress.
It was so nice. And I spilled wine on it, and...
I know, honey.
- Aren't you angry? - No, I'm not angry.
- What should I say to my dad? - Dad doesn't need to know.
Dad doesn't need to know everything. Come on.
No! I forgot the tools. I'll come back soon.
Hi, honey. Where's mom?
She wanted to fetch the tools.
- Yes, it's... - Okay.
- You want to sit down? - No. I'm okay.
Good night.
Liv?
This is the payment, yes. Eh...
Have a cigar, Oscar.
- There was a wedding, after all. - Yes, despite all the mishaps.
Good job! Here's the money. Less what you thought to cheat me on the wine.
Right is right.
Hand-rolled from Cuba. Consider it a tip.
Self-imported.
I left because of my dad.
I wanted you to join me in Stockholm.
You have to believe me. I love you.