You made it.
All right, guys! Time for a movie.
I want everyone to watch.
You heard Filip, little boys.
Everyone will watch.
Underpants only.
Do you like what you see, boys?
Is that an erection I see? A twitch?
Come on now, be a real man!
Boner, boner, boner!
Stop it!
And Erik...
He was there.
You could say that W's lack of communication became rhetorical.
Yes, but the question remains. Was this a conscious strategy by W?
It probably wasn't, in his case.
Maybe he was just in the wrong place,
and chance decided his place in world history.
HOW ARE YOU?
Who knows?
Not us.
- That's it. Thanks. - Thank you.
I'm just tired.
Thank you very much, Henry and Valter. And now we have...
It went okay, but the second part was a bit harder.
Yeah, but I mean, I don't know.
What do you think I should wear? For your birthday?
Is there a dress code? What are you gonna wear?
I...
A suit, I guess.
A suit?
Okay. A black one or what?
Hey? What's up with you?
Nothing. I'm just... tired.
August! What's up?
Hey, man. We are working on the nominations here now.
- Have you had time to look at it yet? - No.
Here.
Party Animal of the Year.
The Legend, the Socialist.
The Import...
What...
Yeah, you know, an immigrant, or dressed as if you're poor.
Marwan thought it was funny as hell, right?
Yeah, pretty funny.
But is that smart, really?
I may be the dullest guy ever now,
but what if an outsider hears about this?
Come on, August, it's over.
Do you think they'd let us have our phones and hold the third-years' dinner,
if they weren't sure that we had won?
Yeah, whatever.
Do what you want.
I won't be able to go.
What? Where are you going?
It's Wille's birthday.
We're celebrating at the castle.
So you're not gonna be at the party?
No.
But it's family, right?
- A bit more important. - Okay...
But, good luck and have fun.
I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch,
but it concerns you first years.
At the third-years' dinner this weekend--
Oh, my goodness.
I have divided you into three groups,
since the first years are responsible for serving.
Group one, starters and aperitifs,
will be Fredrika, Edith, Louise and Madison.
Group two, the main course,
Agnes, Sofia, Pervin and Stella.
I mean, if she is better. She's ill right now.
Let's hope so. We'll need all hands on deck.
Group three will handle dessert.
It's Michaela, Felice and Sara.
So, remember this now.
We can switch groups if you want.
You don't have to be with Sara.
No, it's okay.
- Are you sure? - Sure, yeah. No problem.
Okay.
But, I mean, can you imagine how cute we'll be in our little uniforms?
- Hi. - Hi.
I've made some grub for us. Grandma's lasagna.
And I washed your clothes with the unscented detergent you like.
How was school?
Are you on something?
Huh?
Am I not allowed to be a bit happy after a productive day?
Huh?
Well, I went to the doctor and got some new medication.
You said you can't take that kind of medication.
But it's no good that the only thing I can manage in a day
is to help you drive. I have to work and pay the bills.
If it's a burden that I'm here, I can move back with Mom.
No, on the contrary. I'm thrilled that you're here.
I'll see the doctor again in a month, so you don't have to worry.
Hey, I was thinking about your driving test.
You could drive me there to beat the nerves one last time.
Okay?
- Hi, son. - Hi, is it a bad time?
No, I'm just sitting here reading.
How is Mom doing?
Well...
It is what it is...
But she's looking forward to you coming home for the weekend.
Is she?
Of course.
I haven't talked to her in ages.
I think she's trying to keep all of this from you.
So don't you worry.
You know how hard it is for her to show... weakness.
Was Erik... ever that?
Weak?
Yes.
Everyone has their weaknesses, son,
but it's difficult to remember Erik's.
He was so...
He was so full of life.
He didn't have that darkness inside of him.
He was perfect, wasn't he?
Yes, he really was.
He really was.
I...
I heard something
about him.
Hang on, son. Enter!
I see. One moment, please.
Can I call you back later?
Or maybe we could talk this weekend?
Great, let's do that.
It'll be fun to celebrate you.
And to meet Simon as well.
- Sleep well, son. - Sleep well.
Say hi to Mom.
I can't take your call right now, so leave a message...
With soft and vivid warmth
To all that has been dead
The sun's rays will approach
And all will be reborn
That was all right, I think.
Simon, I...
I'm gonna quit the choir.
What? You just joined.
Yes, but I really don't feel comfortable performing.
It's just not me and...
The restrictions have gone, so there's really no point in me staying.
Please be honest and tell me if I've done something.
'Cause it feels like you think that I'm...
a bother because I'm asking about your birthday, or something.
But I'm doing it for your sake.
You're not a bother.
Okay, so what is it then?
It would be nice if you could...
talk to me. I don't get it.
Erik took part in it.
The initiation. He was one of the third-years who arranged it.
You mean
the porno?
Yes, and that's precisely why I haven't said anything.
'Cause I don't know how I feel about it.
I really don't need you judging him as well.
- I didn't say anything. - I see what you're thinking!
What?
That he was a homophobe and didn't stand up for the weak!
That he wouldn't have liked that I'm with you or who I am!
That's not necessarily true.
Maybe it's not so strange that he was drawn into that
if everyone else was doing it, and saw it as normal behavior.
Maybe he gave in to peer pressure. You don't know.
If there's anything I've learned from this whole situation with Sara,
it's that siblings can screw up.
And let you down.
I just think you have to get used to the idea
that maybe Erik wasn't perfect.
But wait, what...
What do you mean?
What?
You can't compare Erik to Sara. You have no right to do that.
I didn't do that.
- Yes, you did. - No.
You just did. Or what the hell do you mean?
Just that Sara isn't perfect either.
- What the fuck... - But she tried to do something good.
Never mind.
- Can we-- - I can't do it, Simon.
Can we just talk?
Hi.
Something wrong?
No, Sara.
Hi, you've reached Micke. I can't talk right now,
but leave a message or text me and I'll call you back.
Hi. Where are you? Are you on your way?
If you can't make it, tell me.
My driving test is in 30 minutes and the bus doesn't leave for another 20,
so you really have to be here.
Yeah, call me.
Hi, Sara again.
Are you on your way? Call me.
Hi, where are you?
I really need to know if you're on your way, 'cause...
Well, call me. Bye.
Damn it!
I really don't think Simon meant any harm.
He was probably just shocked.
Yeah, I guess he was, but...
I am really glad that you told me.
I really want to know what's true and not in all this.
It's different with you 'cause you knew Erik.
You saw his good sides.
Simon didn't.
I just can't be him.
Erik was the one I...
He was reasonable, the one I could trust. He was my brother and now...
Now I don't even know if he would've liked me.
Of course he would.
But, hey...
Can we talk about something else?
Sure.
Nail varnish.
How about some purple with glitter?
Purple is good.
Hi, excuse me.
Sara Eriksson?
- Yeah, that's right. Sorry I'm late. - You're in the nick of time.
- Do you have any ID? - Yes.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Yes, thank you.
You can get in.
Right, time to go on the highway.
Please follow the signs to Bjärstad South.
All right, you can drive now.
Wow! It fits you perfectly!
Thanks, Mom.
What? Don't you like it?
We can return it if you want.
No, I like it. It's really nice.
Okay.
What's up?
I just don't know if it's gonna happen.
We had a fight, kind of.
I always try to be there for him.
But whatever I do
turns out wrong.
Sweetheart.
You're not doing anything wrong.
You know what?
I think he's a wonderful boy.
His life and his situation is what it is.
But love...
It shouldn't be this hard.
Especially when you're so young.
Remember that, Simon.
What's that?
I got it.
My driving license.
But Dad...
Like...
He was supposed to drive me there. He promised.
But instead he drank beer with his friends.
I don't know. I didn't think it...
I thought it was gonna be okay...
I don't know what I thought, but it just hurts so much!
Sara...
I'm sorry, Simon!
I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry!
I know.
And I forgive you.
I'M SORRY! EVERYTHING WENT WRONG.
I'M REALLY SORRY. I REALLY WANT YOU TO BE THERE TOMORROW...
BUT IT'S OKAY IF YOU'VE CHANGED YOUR MIND.
- Hi. - Hi.
Here's the suit for your birthday.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Hurry up! This has to be ready in half an hour.
Group one can... Get down from there.
Group two can come with me.
Hey.
Over there.
- The small ones on the outside. - Exactly.
The knife edge towards the plate.
Right.
Is there any more dill or is that the last?
No, there's more.
- I'm placing the silverware. - Great.
Nice.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Wille
Happy birthday to you
Thank you.
How did you get in?
I just had to bribe Malin.
Because...
if nobody sings to you in the morning,
it doesn't really feel like a birthday.
Want to make a wish?
Nice.
Don't crumple it.
Really nice.
Are we okay?
Yes. Thanks for your text.
Hold on.
Here's your present.
But I promise I'll give you a proper one too.
I just haven't had time to finish it yet.
It's absolutely perfect.
Thank you.
There they are.
Happy birthday, Crown Prince.
Thank you, Farima.
Happy birthday, Crown Prince.
Right. The board will already be there when we arrive.
There will be a photo shoot followed by a short mingle.
I will of course stay close by
and help with names and topics of conversation, should you need it.
Simon, I'll show you where to go in the meantime.
Okay.
We're 15 minutes late, but that doesn't matter.
- Two hours? - We'll push it forward.
Hey.
Maybe it was stupid to tell you about Erik.
It must have been hard to hear.
Do you feel ready? Wilhelm?
Please, go ahead.
- Wilhelm, a pleasure. - Hey, Charlotta.
- August Horn af Årnäs. - Wilhelm.
- Carl-Johan. Thank you for last time. - Hello.
I've met you before, I think.
Thank you for coming.
- Hello, you. - Klas-Göran.
Hi, my name is Wilhelm.
Hi, Joy. It's a pleasure.
Are those for...
Thank you. How kind.
Oh wow. You're better than I am.
All right, let's line up and take a photo by the wall over there.
- It's going well. - A pleasure.
Yes, and smile.
Squeeze together as much as possible.
Very good, and stand a bit closer.
Well, I gave up horse riding a couple of years ago when I started school,
but I'd love to take it up again.
Your widest smiles.
One, two, three...
Hi.
How are you?
That went well.
Absolutely.
Do you want some?
It's tasty.
Thanks, but I can only eat
what the Court chef prepares at events.
Why?
There's a risk of poisoning.
Crown Prince, Simon...
Time to go.
Farima, I don't care what Mom and Dad think they are gonna achieve
by having August at my dinner. I refuse. Okay?
Either he goes back to Hillerska, or I do.
Okay.
Malin, can you arrange for an escort to the castle?
- Sure. - Good.
I'm not too fond of those, but...
Excuse me.
- Excuse me. - Great!
- Thanks for the talk. - A pleasure.
- Listen. - Yeah?
I know that things are tense between you and the Crown Prince,
so you don't have to come to the castle.
You only graduate once, right?
- Good. I'll get you a car. - Thank you.
Smart as hell!
To the future.
We are so happy Ha ha
That you were born Hip hooray
And born today
And all the gi-gi-gi-gifts
That you see Are for you
And all the gi-gi-gi-gifts They are for you
It's Froggy Ball.
We are so happy
- Froggy Ball? - And Charlie Strapp.
The cartoon.
A family tradition.
Congratulations, dear Wilhelm,
who not only turns 17,
but who has completed his very first engagement
without Mom and Dad.
We are so proud.
Right.
Four cheers for his birthday! Hip, hip...
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Hooray!
Thank you, everybody.
- Congratulations. - Thanks, Dad.
Oh, honey.
How are you doing?
How are you?
Just fine.
- It's great, Simon... - Yes!
...that you are with us today. Welcome.
Thank you.
- It's a pleasure. - Thank you for having me.
All right.
Well, this year we're having a smaller celebration,
but next time, it'll be the first official Wilhelm Day.
Wilhelm Day?
Yes, the people will also want to celebrate their Crown Prince.
So this year we'll get to enjoy being able to take it easy.
Yes.
Shall we...
- Well, let's have a drink, shall we? - Yes.
- Yes, absolutely. - I'd love to. Thank you.
No, so it's... Thank you. It's really nice.
It's expensive to fill up, but...
- Damn it, there's August. - Right.
Hey!
Welcome.
Hey.
- What happened to the birthday? - I excused myself.
I decided that you only graduate once, right?
Hey, excuse me, could we arrange for August to sit here, sweetheart?
And something to drink for August as well? Thank you.
Shit, a white tuxedo. That's sweet.
Right? Dad's old one.
Really nice.
- How about a toast? - Yes!
Well, you've done some drinking, I see.
Yes, of course.
Red or white?
- Whatever you have there is fine. - Red.
- Can you take care of it? - I will.
Or it won't happen.
Thanks.
- We can book a skipper as well. - A skipper?
It's beautiful. Thank you.
Really nice.
It was about time you got your own.
Yes.
The old one belonged to Erik.
Okay.
Right, you must be hungry.
Let's eat.
Thank you.
Please.
So, Simon, how do you celebrate birthdays at home?
The usual.
Singing in the morning,
cake and gifts
and then I usually meet my friends, go bowling or play laser tag.
Laser tag?
I haven't tried that, have I?
Raise your glass up to your lips Tjofaderittan lambo!
Swig it down in great big sips Tjofaderittan lambo!
See the last drops in the glass Drained by the drunken ass
Lambo hi, lambo, hi Tjofaderittan lambo
- I the glass have... - No!
Penalty round!
Raise the glass up to your lips Tjofaderittan...
Change this one.
You're really good at this. I didn't know you liked to cook.
Thank you.
Yeah, I really enjoy it.
I always thought I'd become a chef when I was a kid.
Okay, girls, are you ready for service?
Two minutes.
Yes, absolutely.
Okay.
What do we do?
Put some of that on there.
- There... - Oops!
It doesn't matter. Just swap it.
And then that on all of them.
- One on each one. - Sure.
And some of this.
- Which ones are ready to go out? - These ones.
- Thanks. - Then we'll just...
If you take that one...
Thank you. So fiddly.
It was really tasty.
So, Simon.
I've been told that you're very interested in music.
I sing.
And I write my own music sometimes.
- I'm learning how to read music. - I see.
- Wille has helped me with that. - Really?
He took both piano lessons
and cello lessons as a child.
But we had to force him to go to them.
So, does music run in the family?
Yes, kind of.
Mom likes to listen to music, she dances and sings and so on.
And Dad plays the guitar.
He played in a band when he was younger.
And he plays the piano as well, I think.
So did Erik. He was a skilled pianist.
Yes.
And then he played the flute, and...
- Was it the violin? - Yes, the violin.
He was so talented, whatever he put his mind to.
- Yeah. - Excuse me.
Is it not to your taste?
Yes. Yes, it's fine.
The DILF-hunter. Desirée!
The next person has been mentioned for several categories,
the Jock, the Overachiever,
the Most Promising, even.
But he got most votes as the Bad Boy!
August!
Agge!
I'm jealous as hell.
- Bad Boy, it's the best one. - Is that right?
Right, the next one...
He constantly has a sore head.
His nutritional intake consists of 99% paracetamol.
If someone's asleep in your nuggets, it's probably him.
The Hangover Guy is, of course, Filip!
CLASS BAD BOY
Hello.
Hi.
Throwing away the trash?
Yeah.
Have you had time to read the letter?
No, but I...
wanted to give it back.
Why?
Because I don't want to read it.
Why not?
I don't want to.
But...
It's not very long. I can... I'll read it.
- No, but... - Yes.
It'll be really quick.
There.
"Dear future August,
I hope that you graduate as the man you want to be,
and that you, through work and discipline, have transformed
from the scrawny,
scared first-year student that everyone bullied,
to a strong and independent individual who nobody dares to mess with."
"You'll show them."
"Right now, you are everyone's errand boy, but when you graduate,
you'll rule Forest Ridge."
"This first year was just the beginning."
"You have massively increased your muscle mass,
you have stopped crying, you have learned to suck it up,
and you have made
some friends."
"You even get to hang out with Erik and the third-years, sometimes."
"I hope you never have to be alone again."
I want you to understand where I'm coming from,
and what I tried,
or thought that I wanted to be.
I don't even know if I want that anymore.
I don't know who I am.
I wish I'd been different with you.
There you are.
Please, don't leave me alone with your parents.
I'm sorry, I just needed a break.
Maybe it's best if I just go home.
What? What do you mean? Why?
Because it feels like I shouldn't be here.
There's a bad atmosphere.
What do you mean "shouldn't be here"? I need you here!
Simon, it's my birth...
How the hell do you think I feel?
I've been worried sick for Mom. Finally we meet and it's horrible!
But sure, if you think it's that bad, then go.
Go ahead.
Cake is served in the small drawing room, Your Highness.
Right, here comes Wille.
There.
Time to blow out the candles.
And there's Simon. Excellent.
All right!
And you get to make a wish.
I think I'll retire. I...
You stay, finish the cake and then...
Let's have breakfast together tomorrow before you leave.
Wait.
Is it so hard to sit here and eat a piece of cake?
Hey, Wilhelm.
Or what? I mean, sorry, but can we stop acting now?
Stop pretending everything's normal?
Please!
Yes, but it's...
Nothing is normal since Erik died.
Of course not. Do you think I think it is?
But that's not the whole truth. Things have never been normal.
But you pretend that it is. You scratch the surface.
You talk about it, but you don't mean what you say.
It's completely fucked up!
I don't know... I was crushed!
I was crushed and I needed you.
Needed you both!
I wasn't even allowed to mourn in peace with you.
Sweden's grief was more important.
The only thing you've cared about is how I appear as the Crown Prince!
How we appear as a family is all that matters.
And when I didn't want to lie about the video, about Simon, who I am,
then you have a breakdown!
Then you shatter. You can't function!
You fucking leave me all alone!
- Wilhelm, that's enough! - And you!
You let Mom do what she wants and don't give a damn about me!
I am your only son, Dad!
- Do you see me? - Wilhelm!
Don't talk to your father that way! Nor to me--
I will talk as I fucking please. You are my fucking parents!
You should be there for me!
It is...
It is not that easy to be your mother and your boss!
No, I've noticed, 'cause you're useless at both!
Just stop it!
Well, I...
I...
I don't know.
I'm sorry, Simon.
I didn't mean for you to see that.
Wille, I...
I think it's good that you are honest with your parents.
And...
I've really tried to be there for you,
but then I see how...
everything hurts you.
This whole situation.
And that hurts me.
I'm sorry, Simon.
It's as if you've...
become someone else.
I don't recognize you.
Love shouldn't be this hard.
What do you mean?
Maybe this just won't work.
I can't do this anymore.