Ester?
What's the time?
-I don't know. -Fuck! I have to go to school.
Oh, and these. I have to return them before Mum notices.
-Are you going today? -Yeah, I promised Dad I would.
Don't go if you're not up to it.
No... I am up to it.
Okay. I have to go down with these.
You scared me.
What did you do with the radio?
I found a frequency...
I heard Mum's voice.
Don't tell me I'm crazy. I heard her. It was Mum's voice.
-You must have been dreaming. -I wasn't dreaming! I heard her!
You have to accept that Mum's dead.
So how could you... hear her voice?
Maybe...
It felt so real, but...
Maybe it was a dream.
Don't get obsessed by all this.
But if she really was sick, why did you never say anything?
She continued her research.
Mum hid everything from you and me.
She hid everything from everyone.
I don't know if you feel any responsibility for Mum's death.
But I promise it wasn't your fault.
So stop this now. Please. For Niklas' sake.
Niklas, he...
He's starting to remember things. He remembers... things.
Don't drag Niklas into this.
I know you showed him those books.
And he's got it hard enough as it is. Understood?
No, I don't understand.
I'm just asking you. Please. Stop.
What the hell... What are you hiding?
You've inherited the most wonderful traits from her.
You've inherited her gift.
Look after it now. Look after yourself.
-Hey, welcome back. -Hey.
Okay! Let's continue with the Pre-Raphaelites.
This is Ophelia, painted by Sir John Everett Millais,
in 1852.
Does anyone know who Ophelia was? Yes?
-Isn't she from Shakespeare? -Yes, exactly.
The motif is taken from Hamlet.
Ophelia is driven insane after Hamlet accidentally murders her father,
so she took her own life by drowning herself.
Everything is painted in the naturalist style...
Mum! Mum!
Lisa!
Mum!
-What are you doing? -I, um...
Hey, Amina's asking after you.
I have to go.
THEY SAY ODEN COULD RETURN THE DEAD TO LIFE USING MAGIC RUNES.
HEY ARON, CAN WE MEET?
Niklas, are you home?
Say something, or don't.
Hey it's me, call me when you hear this.
What the hell?
Fuck you, you fucking bitch!
-What? -I know you fucked Sebastian.
The whole fucking school knows, I've seen the video, everyone has.
Why?
You have a boyfriend, don't you?
-But we... -Do you have to fuck mine too?
It wasn't like that.
What do you mean? What was it like then?
Were you in love with him?
Do you know what's most fucked up of all?
You stood there, comforting me, crying yourself.
Even though you had gone behind my back.
How long had it been going on?
-That doesn't matter... -Answer me!
-How long had it been going on? -It doesn't matter,
that's between me and Sebastian, isn't it?
Don't try me, Ester.
I'll crush you, do you hear me?
Please, just die.
MERAL WANTS TO MURDER ME. I HOPE YOU DON'T. TALK LATER?
Fuck!
I just want to thank you.
For coming to school today.
-It'll get better. -No, it won't. I feel like shit.
I know you feel like that.
You might think you're alone, but you're not.
We all go through our own hell.
You've got school tomorrow.
So...
Go to bed.
Sleep well.
How did Tuva die?
You know I can't talk to you about that. It's a police investigation.
So that's what you mean when you say we're safe?
"What you don't know can't hurt you," or what?
And there's nothing in the papers. Nothing.
We're living a fucking lie.
Sit down.
I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Ester.
Hey?
I promise you that.
How can you promise me that if you don't know anything?
And you write "suicide" in the reports.
I know one thing, Tuva didn't fucking kill herself.
They're classified, Ester!
It's a crime to read them.
So what, you're gonna arrest me?
This is about a lot more than what's written in the police reports.
This is not for the public eye.
And you have to let me do my job.
-Hey. -Hey.
-Sorry, did I startle you? -No, not at all.
I was just surprised that you got in touch.
Yeah... thank you for wanting to see me.
After I've been so weird.
I really need to talk to someone.
Okay.
Would you like a coffee?
Yes.
Some of these are really good.
Yeah, there is some talent.
Not like yours, but...
Thanks.
I don't know if... Or I...
You're not going to believe me.
What do you mean? What's happened?
It feels like I'm losing it.
Going crazy.
Just like Mum.
That sounds like fairly logical reasoning,
which indicates that you're not crazy.
I mean, a crazy person isn't aware that she is, right?
But what is it that makes you feel that way?
Ever since I came back here I've been having waking dreams.
And seen visions of Mum.
And of the lake.
Of the lake?
I found Mum's notes and she had found something in the lake.
Something I think is related to the deaths at the school.
-Tuva and...? -And Sebastian.
And there are others.
Campers disappeared at the lake.
The bodies were never found.
There is something there.
And Mum died when she investigated.
I'm sorry, but...
Didn't you're Mum take her own life?
That's the official story.
Okay.
Tell me from the start.
I LISTENED TO OUR SONGS TODAY. WE REALLY HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL.
I MISS YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN ME.
I WILL ALWAYS REGRET WHAT I DID.
You think I'm crazy.
No.
But...
it sounds a bit...
Insane?
I really want to believe you.
-Do you have an open mind? -It's not about that, I...
What you're saying defies all laws of nature.
All scientific explanations.
I mean...
There are no ghosts, Lisa.
You can't hear dead people talk through a radio.
And then there's a monster?
Listen to yourself, Lisa.
Magic and blood sacrifices and...
That was thousands of years ago.
We've come further now, we know it doesn't exist.
I get that it's been extremely taxing for you to come back here.
And the guilt over not being there for Niklas.
But this...
Okay... so you don't believe me then.
Yes, wait, don't go, wait.
Lisa, I...
Just don't go, I have to take this, I...
I want to keep talking to you, I want to hear you.
I have to take this call.
I want to hear you. Wait.
Okay? Promise.
Okay.
Yes, hello?
Lisa.
What are you doing?
-Wait, let me explain. -What is this?
-Lisa, let me explain! -I believed you!
-But, you can believe... -I trusted you!
Lisa!
Lisa, wait!
Let me explain!
Lisa!
We've been waiting for you.
Dad?
Don't be afraid.
You are one of us.
Subtitles: Lily Ray www.plint.com