- Is she the same as before? - She barely speaks to us.
She still blames us for her husband's death.
You'd get a bonus if you decide not to dive here.
So there's something there?
- What's that? - The lodging house.
I had an idea of creating something bigger.
- Do you recognise him? - No. Who's that?
Timo Lehto.
- What's your connection to him? - None. I've never seen him before.
I never received Lasse's letter, did I? You're the one who wrote it.
Mildred...
If this deal with Rosén goes through
we'd lose a lot of money.
That's no secret.
But you'll be the one who loses most if this deal goes through.
This house.
Your grandfather grew up here, right?
Isn't it true that you were born in this house?
And one day it will belong to your son Fredrik.
This has always been your home.
Could you put a price tag on that?
Things can't be this way.
Can't we just settle this and put things right?
I guess this is about Gunnar.
You believe that Mauritz killed him. Maybe you're right.
Who knows what happened?
But you can't blame us.
How about it, Mildred?
If we reach out to you and apologise for everything that's been,
are you willing to accept it?
Oh well, at least we tried.
Oskar, go to hell!
THICKER THAN WATER
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Hi, you've reached Kim. I can't come to the phone. Kisses!
Hi. It's dad. You know what I want. Call me when you get a chance.
It didn't help drinking Mildred's moonshine. What's our next move?
- She obviously decided already. - Because you showed Rosén your sketches.
I didn't show him. He found my sketches and took them.
What was your idea?
I had an idea of building a spa and relaxation centre.
A spa and relaxation centre? Are you for real, Jonna?
- Is that what this is all about? - It's more than cookies and coffee.
We're going to lose guests when the lot is a construction site.
When they've finished this place will have lost value. We'll lose either way.
Cookies and coffee have worked for 100 years.
One hundred.
Yes, but it's damn boring.
Couldn't you talk to Rosén?
What am I supposed to say?
Make something up. Plead to him not to buy.
Or you could sleep with him. That is if you haven't already.
Jonna, make him understand.
If this is about Manne tell him we're on his side.
- Which side is that? - That he should file charges.
Or if he wants us to do it. Either way is fine.
- Report Manne to the police? - He nearly beat him to death.
I think we should report him to the police to save the lodging house.
Let's summarise our options.
First you plead, then you sleep with him and then we sacrifice Manne.
Sounds perfect.
- Finally. - Hi, honey! How are you?
- Is this Lars Waldemar? - Yes.
I'm calling about Timo, your friend, who's in custody.
- Coffee? - Sure.
Could I get a cookie as well?
- Who's this? - Timo is starting to feel lonely.
Tell me who you are or I'll hang up.
He needs some motivation to keep quiet.
- Here's the mail. - Put it over there.
- What are you writing? - Can I get a cup of coffee?
Right now.
That way I can keep focus.
You sound angry. I'm not. How come you sound angry?
If you just want a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee...
So I can't speak to Rita Viljanen?
I tried to call yesterday.
Tell her Oskar Waldemar called. She knows what it's about.
- How hard can it be to identify a body? - Why are you even bothered?
- Why are the police avoiding me? - Maybe because you call them every day.
I want to know. I'm eager to know.
Just let it go until the police call.
Mildred poses a bigger problem.
- Hi, there. - Hi.
- Is it alright if I sit here? - Of course.
This place would fall apart if it wasn't for you.
I don't know about that.
Your grandmother was strict, wasn't she?
A bit.
How was she with the male guests staying here?
Did she fuck them? Did she get some nookie?
Did they screw?
- Are you writing about her? - No.
No, this is...
This is something else.
You're 26 or 27. You're still a school boy.
You should be a man.
I heard that you and your brothers were at Mildred's.
- It didn't go too well, did it? - Those were my ideas.
- It's my business idea. - How can you sleep at night?
If I can't sleep it's due to the attack of your boyfriend.
So that's what this is about?
No. This is about a business idea I brought to you.
You declined and I went to the next interested party.
Isn't there anything I can do for you to change your mind?
No.
What if I report Manne to the police?
What he did was wrong.
Jonna, for your own sake, let it go.
You can't win.
"How cold it is! My hands are quite numb."
Hi! I didn't know you were here. That's great!
- Have you been here before? - I've seen it four times now.
Four times? Why?
- It isn't that good. - It's the only one playing.
You sound like me when I was your age.
I went to every play. I already knew I wanted to act.
- No matter what. - What do you mean?
- What did Anna-Lisa say? - I didn't care.
She had to deal with it whether she liked it or not.
I have something to do. I'll only be away for a night.
- Are you going to see Kim? - No, this is something else.
Give me a hand with the crates.
- Here you go. - Thanks. Bye.
Bye.
Cecilia spends a lot of time in Mariehamn.
- Is she seeing anyone? - No idea.
It's not a day too soon.
You're not worried?
- Why should I be? - She's young. Anything could happen.
She's young. Anything should happen. Within certain limits of course.
- What's that? - There's a class reunion coming up.
- I haven't RSVPed yet. - Why not?
- I don't know if I want to go. - Of course you should.
You need to have some fun. Me and Cecilia will take care of everything here.
Go. It's a done deal.
Hi. The audience was crap.
- My timing was off. - I'm sure they loved you.
Think so?
- What are you writing that's so sensitive? - It's not. It's just not finished.
Why are you being so secretive?
I always get to read your unfinished work.
- You'll read it later. - What's the big secret?
Nothing.
You usually want me to read.
You get to read it later. That's OK, isn't it?
OK.
Oskar will probably run into problems with the regrowth here.
Cecilia won't stay longer than she has to.
- But she does what he tells her to. - That's what he thinks.
But she sneaks out at night to see our play.
- Why? - She wants to become an actor.
Or maybe she's checking out Rosén.
- What do you mean? - You know exactly what I mean.
You think I'm sleeping with him.
Right?
Get rid of that goddamn play! Is that what you're thinking?
- Because I'm not. - Alright.
- I'm the reason why you're not in custody. - That's interesting.
- What is? You beating people? - No, that I'm not in custody.
- How come he hasn't gone to the police? - Ask him. I don't know.
- I'm not allowed to see him! - I don't want you to beat him to death!
That's the official version. Who's keeping secrets?
Have you lost your mind? You fucking retard!
Go fuck yourself!
What?
I've got something worth more than Rosén's money.
What are you talking about?
Gunnar.
I know what happened to him. I know how he died.
Guarantee that you won't sell and I'll tell you everything.
How do you know what happened?
I was there.
Hi, this is Oskar Waldemar. That's right. The one on? Land.
I just want to check how things are proceeding.
You still don't know who it is?
No. He drowned, didn't he?
He was found on the bottom of the sea.
Hey, maybe I'll go to that reunion anyway.
Is that OK?
What?
Is it OK if I go?
Yeah, sure.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm just here to check that you all are here.
- Where's Lasse? - He's driving guests to the ferry.
I'll just check the booking lists and then I'm off.
There are only 15 days to go.
Everything's running smoothly here, right?
Imagine if you pushed someone down the stairs.
- If you pushed someone? - Not me. Anyone.
- We could say you did. - OK. Whom did I push?
Your dad.
I pushed my dad down the stairs.
Why would I do that?
Because he beats up your mom.
- He beats up my mom? - Use your imagination.
You claim that it's in self-defence.
Absolutely. You tried to save your mom.
But your dad hits something on the way down and dies.
That complicates things.
- What do I tell the police? - You don't say anything.
You bury your father in a hole.
I'd definitely call the police, Oskar.
No. You're young and you panic.
You don't want to attract attention and neither does your mom.
- So your mom is in on it? - Yes...
Well...
We're just imagining, don't forget.
Years later you have to dig up your dad.
Someone is about to discover the body.
- My God... - So you bury your dad at sea.
- I don't need to hear more. - We're soon done.
There's a wreck at the same spot he's buried.
And the scuba divers find your dad.
The question is, what would you do?
- That's the question. - So the police are on it?
- Is the body identified? - It will be soon.
They'll call any time now. There's one more important detail.
The police suspects that your dad didn't drown.
There are extenuating circumstances.
I'm young. I'm protecting my mom.
But the burial is an act that indicates guilt.
Maybe I wanted my dad dead. I'd do two things.
- First I'd call a lawyer. - Like you.
A defence attorney.
Secondly I'd talk to my family.
- Especially if we worked together. - Why?
This would mean that I'd be gone for a while.
And they have to be in charge of everything.
Make sure the house is still here tomorrow.
- Have fun. - Yes. Bye.
- What are you doing in here? - I'm on a break.
When we're alone there are no breaks. Go to the front desk.
- Canoes. - But you're not supposed to be here.
- You should always be there. - The front desk. I know.
When I was a kid I stood there until my feet went numb.
You didn't have a choice.
- But this is your choice. - No, this is my job for the summer.
- Yes, for now. But later on... - What?
Later on it'll be your choice.
Do the dishes while you're at it.
- I'm waiting for the port wine as well. - Coming right up.
- Let's get started before it's dark. - Absolutely.
- He's setting up the wickets. - There you go.
- And the port wine. - It's on its way.
- You seem understaffed. - At the moment, yes.
- This isn't working. - My wife is away on a class reunion
and my brother left for...
Hello?
The port wine.
Let's start with the rules and do this the right way.
- Hello? - Barbro Östling?
- This is Oskar Waldemar. - At the lodging house?
I'm married to Liv Wal... Or it used to be Persson.
- Liv Persson? - I'm looking for Liv.
I've been trying to reach her. Her cell phone is switched off.
- Are you with her at the class reunion? - No, she's not here.
- She's not? - No.
No? Well then...
- Thank you. Have a good time. - Thank you. Bye.
- Anything to drink? Beer? Wine? - Water.
I have no money right now but it's on the way.
In September. I'm inheriting my mother's lodging house.
How's...
How's Timo feeling?
He's going to be sentenced to prison for a crime you asked him to commit.
- How do you think he's feeling? - He'll get three years. Four years tops.
A decent yearly salary should be enough for him to remain silent.
How about...
€30,000?
€35,000.
€40,000. €45,000.
Timo's never made that kind of money.
- €50,000. - €45,000.
That's my share of the inheritance.
€45,000... On one condition.
Deliver the bag to a restaurant owner in Mariehamn.
- What's in the bag? - Do you really want to know?
Deliver it and €45,000 a year is OK.
I pay you off and you make things worse.
Or else it's €50,000.
- Are you expecting someone? - No.
Answer it.
- Hi. - Liv?
- What are you doing here? - Nothing.
- I don't want to hear it. - It's not what you think. Stay!
- Stop it, I want to leave. - Not before you tell me why you came.
I know that we still have something and I know you feel it too.
The letter you wrote to me, he tore it up.
Oskar did.
Didn't you know?
He wrote another letter that made me hate you.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I got your letter.
That's why I came.
What are you doing? We're fully booked and here you are.
Are you drunk?
No.
You have the bar tonight, read the schedule.
You'll probably take over the place sooner than you think.
What do you mean "take over"?
Are you leaving?
I'm applying to acting school this autumn.
- I want to be an actor. - Go to the kitchen, I'll take the bar.
I'm not staying here.
I don't want to be like you! I want to go to Stockholm...
Quiet!
Hasse.
Do you want anything?
- Coffee? Beer? - No thanks.
- We have today's special. - No thanks. I'm good.
- It's for you. - Thanks.
- What's your name? - Lars Waldemar.
The lodging house.
- See you. - Hold on.
I know who you are.
Wait a minute.
Keep going. To the left.
- Where's the rest? - What do you mean?
You didn't deliver everything.
I haven't touched it.
I know you need cash, fucking arsonist!
I swear, I haven't touched it!
I haven't touched it! I promise!
I didn't take anything!
Get out of here. Now!
OK, thanks.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How was it? - Good.
- What did you do? - You know, the usual...
We ate and drank, mingled and felt ashamed...
Is it true what they say about going back to old habits?
I guess it is.
What was your habit?
I don't know.
I was quiet and shy.
- Goody Two-Shoes, you know. - But you're not like that any more.
You're nothing like Goody Two-Shoes. Nor shy, for that matter.
I don't think so.
Not any more.
No.
I'm very glad that you're home.
- Hi. - What's up?
I'm transcribing my play.
What's her name?
- What? - Your shirt. Was she a blonde?
I'm back, just so you know.
So you're back as well.
- What are you doing? - Writing my play.
I need to use the computer.
- Five minutes. - No, come on...
- Manne! - Damn it. Fucking figures...
Here you go.
- Rough time in Helsinki? - I just came back, I haven't changed.
- I can imagine you wrecked the hotel room. - Just shut the fuck up. You hear me?
- Who did you see? - None of your business.
I'm not saying. Shut the fuck up.
I gave you a warning.
One more mistake and you're finished!
Tell me who you were seeing or I'll tell the police about you and Timo.
- You're kidding. - No.
- What the hell are you doing? - What's it going to be?
Timo's wife made me deliver a bag to a restaurant owner and things got rough.
- Timo's wife? - Tina.
Timo was arrested for arson. He keeps quiet if I pay off his wife.
It was her I saw in Helsinki.
- Change your shirt if you're working. - And what about you?
Have you never done anything wrong?
Have you never let a loved one down?
No secrets whatsoever?
Leave. I can't do this any more.
If only I had known...
- That you were coming. - No explanations.
Do you know what? I can't wait until you go back to Stockholm.
I thought about the letter.
If you'd got it, if you'd come after me, if it would have been us...
Listen to yourself.
If I'd got the letter, if...
- It's so damn long ago. - Fucking Oskar, I'll talk to him...
No, don't! It's over.
There's no point any more.
- Today's mail. - Thanks.
Hey, Cecilia...
- I was upset about some other stuff. - But don't yell at me.
I apologise. I'm really sorry about that.
Then what were you saying?
I guess I was saying...
I shouldn't have yelled at you. It was stupid.
But you're still saying no?
Yes.
I think you're too young to leave home.
Cecilia.
Hello?
Hi.
OK, I'll be right there.
Bye.
Jonna.
Is it finished?
It just needs a read-through.
Do you feel the weight?
- Open it. - I don't have the time.
I'll take a look at it later. Good luck with the read-through.
Marionettes, by Manne Wahlström.
2013, page one.
Interior: Café. Day. Flashback. Magnus, voice-over,
"It doesn't have to mean anything!" Magnus, in his thirties, with composure...
Rosén had to back down.
Now tell me what you know.
- What happens when I tell you? - It depends on what you tell me.
I will tell you what happened to Gunnar, but what if you sell to Rosén anyway?
- You simply have to trust me. - That's not good enough.
Or I'll sell to Rosén right now. Do you have a choice?
My dad and Gunnar were a couple of drunks.
That's the truth.
And my dad was a fucking asshole.
When he was drunk he used to beat us.
He beat mom, he beat my brothers...
I believe that we who can hold our liquor still need a drink before you go on.
On that day my dad and Gunnar were already drunk when they got in the boat.
Mom told me to mix the booze with water.
But I was sick and tired of the drinking, the violence,
the lies and everything that we had to cover up for,
so I didn't.
I never added the water.
I thought...
"Let him drink until he dies."
And then they left.
Yes.
When they had been gone for a couple of hours I started to worry.
You regretted not adding the water.
So I took the boat and went out to look for them.
Gunnar Pahkinen! You thought you'd get away with it!
You thought you could trick me! Damn fool!
Leave my wife alone! Get it? Leave my wife alone!
I knew it that same day.
I knew he didn't just fall in the water.
- And you never told anyone before? - I was too afraid to tell anyone.
I'm sorry, Mildred.
I stayed here because I wanted to know what happened to Gunnar that day.
This was my prison.
You could have told me the truth. The police would have protected you.
But you chose to protect your family.
Hence I'm handing you my punishment.
If you don't want me to sell to Rosén...
You'll have to stay on the island.
As long as you stay I won't sell.
We close in 14 days. Beatrice will be here on the 15th,
and you're out of here on the 16th.
- Are you sure about that? - Yes, I've checked the calendar.
I mean if I'm leaving.
You have a life in Stockholm. You can't stay here.
Why not?
Guys, join me in the bar. Now.
There you go. Good news, everyone.
Mildred won't sell. She stays put, no Rosén.
- How do you know? - I took care of it.
- You didn't sleep with him, Jonna? - And you didn't buy the place?
No, she stays, but she's not selling.
- And that's it? - Yes.
- This is good news. Awesome, sis! - Good job.
Oskar Waldemar.
You have identified the body?
Go on.
Thanks. Thank you so much.
- Oskar? - They've identified the body.
Is it Mauritz?
It's Gunnar. Mildred's Gunnar.
He had a fractured skull. He must have hit something.
It wasn't Mauritz, it was Gunnar Pahkinen.
It was Gunnar! Let's drink to that. Mildred stays put.
That's better than being ruined. Amazing. Cheers!
Cheers.
I just have to...
It was Gunnar Pahkinen they found.
They found the body where you dumped Mauritz?
Mauritz was so drunk when Gunnar fell overboard that he didn't remember where.
It was on the exact same spot where I dumped Mauritz!
- Isn't it amazing? - It's unbelievable.
Petra, I'm off the hook.
- We'll talk when we see each other. - Bye.
I KNOW, OSKAR! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!
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