A NETFLIX SERIES
WILHELM: ARE YOU OKAY?
I DON'T THINK THAT HENRY WILL SNITCH.
Henry saw them in bed. He was like totally naked.
The Prince and Felice? But she was with August.
"I ain't sayin' she a gold digger," but she only hooks up with blue-bloods.
Over to Simon.
But what we were, no one can rewrite
Altos, your place.
-Will remember you all our days -Thank you.
The headmaster will listen when you perform at the Valentine ball
and decide if we will sing this or the original at the 120th anniversary.
So remember that…
AUGUST: YOUR TURN.
SARA: MY TURN FOR WHAT?
HI! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SEND?
-Everyone knows! -No, they don't.
Yes, they do. I notice them talking and looking!
Who cares if everyone knows? What does it matter?
You didn't like people gossiping about you guys, right?
-What? -Stella and I made out at some parties.
Someone started a rumor that we were open to threesomes.
You were bothered by it. I thought, "Fuck it. Who cares?"
-Were you a couple? -No.
-I haven't. -No? Then it's about time.
But you know, Felice only makes out with royals.
Excuse me? What the fuck?
-Shame on you! -Sorry.
I'm really sensitive.
What's going on here?
-It's for Saint Valentine. -Valentine's Day?
No, God, no.
Valentine's Day is tacky American crap that Sweden began celebrating in the 50s.
-It's not the same. -Okay.
This is one of Hillerska's oldest traditions.
It started with people writing love letters to each other.
And then, like, poems, in the 18th century. Totally rad.
My mom says that it's the best party of the whole year.
-Party? -What? Didn't Felice tell you?
What kind of party is it?
During the week, the guys write love letters
to the girls they are interested in.
And after that--
It's just great only the guys get to write.
Sorry, it's not our fault that they were sexist in the 18th century.
Now we can send one to whoever we want, and they are sent out anonymously.
But some guys send letters to everyone.
And then, it ends with a masquerade ball.
If you find your secret admirer, you go to the ball together.
We wear real 18th-century dresses and wigs.
It's so weird. We will look like Marie Antoinette.
-It is fun. -But she was decapitated.
Oh, man. Can everyone stop being negative?
-I don't get it. -Well, what do you write?
Who are you writing to?
No, I wasn't thinking of anyone specific.
Okay, here's the thing, if you want someone's attention,
send a nude.
-What? How do I do that? -How to send a nude?
-Take off all your clothes-- -She's joking. Don't listen to her.
She gives the worst advice. Don't send nudes.
Your odds have to be good. You can't bet everything on one girl.
If she says no, you have no Plan B.
Girls like to have competition. It makes them like you even more.
-That's working out so well for you. -Yes. I promise, it works.
Does anyone here have something to share with the rest of us?
No one has anything to get off their chest?
No? Okay.
If the person won't stand up voluntarily,
I have no choice.
Wille on the table!
-Wille on the table! -Wille on the table!
Knock it off.
-Wille on the table! -Wille on the table!
Knock it off!
What crazy fucking tradition is this? I can't be alone in thinking so.
-We can respect each other's privacy! -So no one was in your room yesterday?
That's what I mean. That's none of your business.
We have an eye witness.
Felice watched a movie in my room.
What movie?
-Sounds cozy. -Really, it wasn't like that. I mean…
No? Okay.
No, no, no. Well, I understand. I get it.
But just to clarify, you're saying that Henry…
wasn't in your room last night and saw you and Felice making out in bed?
So it's slander?
He's sitting there, lying.
Wille, it's cool.
-Come on. -Lying is bad.
Everyone here has equal value
But not everyone gets in the door
Cause we are Forest Ridge boys
And we don't have room for any more
Everyone here has equal value
-But not everyone gets in the door -Come on!
Come on! Knock it off!
-Cause we are Forest Ridge boys -Let me go! Let me go!
And we don't have room for any more…
SIMON: WANT TO HANG OUT?
Hang on.
Got plans Wednesday night?
Hanging with you.
It may sound lame, but the school's having a ball.
A ball?
Would you like to go with me?
You want to show me off to everyone?
-I don't even go to that school. -It doesn't matter. It's a costume party.
School party and ball at Hillerska is not really my thing.
Never mind.
We could hang out at my place instead.
Just you and me.
Watch a movie or something. Skip the ball.
-I can't. -Why not?
-The choir is singing. -But you can come over after that.
-Maybe. -Maybe?
-Yes. -What do you mean, maybe?
You want to.
-What? -What?
So, is this where you bring all of your dates?
Only the ones I like a lot.
Last to the top is a turd?
Okay.
No.
-What are you doing? -I'm heading to the shower.
I just need to…
Did you talk to your mom about Rousseau?
Like, I haven't had a chance. I've had other things to think about.
Just say that you don't want to sell him to them.
You know what she's like. I want to do it when she's in a good mood.
But I can tell her tomorrow.
It will be fine. I promise.
Okay! Nice!
I thought everyone had left.
It would have been nice to get a heads-up about Felice.
Real cool hearing that at lunch.
Simon, I get that it's hard. But it's also hypocritical.
I'm not the one with a secret boyfriend.
You say that it's not serious, but then you kiss him in front of me.
How do you think that feels?
Are you a couple now?
At least he's open about liking me.
He introduces me to his friends, likes my singing--
So do I!
-He accepts me the way I am. -And I don't?
You're the one who can't accept my role, my family!
No, maybe I can't.
-Come on, that is so bad. -That is so bad!
-It's got to be Albin, 100%. -No, Jonte!
Hi.
-Hi. -Have you got a minute to talk?
-Now? -Yes.
Yeah.
Another theory… This one is hard to figure out.
-Where are they going? -What's going on?
I don't know what happened.
Neither do I.
I think…
when I saw Simon and Marcus after the race, it all felt so real.
He's actually moving on.
-And now he's saying they're a couple. -Are you being serious?
What the fuck? Honestly?
The whole school is talking shit about me. They say I'm trying to marry into royalty.
And you did it to make Simon jealous?
-Do you understand how selfish that is? -Felice, I didn't mean it like that.
I wanted to see if it felt the way it does with Simon.
Oh, that makes it so much better.
I was in love with you, for such a long time.
And you knew that.
Fuck, that was…
really shitty of me to do that.
Yes.
I like you so much.
You've been a really great friend.
Can you forgive me?
Well, I didn't exactly stop you either.
I like you a lot too… as a friend.
-Can I have a hug? -Yeah, come here.
-Do you want to go to the ball with me? -What?
Well, if they're giving you shit, they might back off if we go together.
No, they'll just talk even more. They know I was in love with you.
And to be honest, I think I was partly in love with you…
for being a prince.
Can you tell Simon that?
That it can be a good thing.
Not being together now doesn't mean that there's no chance.
Yes, I think that it does.
I'm not hopeful anymore.
It hurts so much. I feel like I'm gonna die.
I have to let him go.
I don't get this at all. How many lines are there in a sonnet?
Wait, sonnet? Are you writing a sonnet? You'll embarrass yourself.
Send a dick pic. Then you'll know why you were rejected.
-Henry, cool of you to tell everyone. -What?
What? I didn't tell anyone. I only told Valter.
He snitched to the others. But I didn't say anything.
You're the one who told him.
Okay, I think I've got something.
It's called My Snowflake.
You sparkle and shine…
Are you okay?
Why wouldn't I be?
I don't know. You just seem so tense.
I just want to walk into a room without everyone staring at me.
I get that,
but then maybe don't come in here.
-If I were to start dating, sometime… -Yeah?
How… Like…
Erik's only serious girlfriend was Mom's friend's daughter.
Not hard to keep it low-key in the same circle--
Wille, you think too much. Stop complicating it.
-What are you doing for Easter break? -Why?
You're coming to Verbier.
We have a house there. We'll ski. I can fix a party.
What do you like? Twinks? Bears?
Asians? Latinos?
Nisse, I don't think Mom would like it if that got out.
No, but we'll do it discretely. You didn't even know that I was gay.
Yeah.
-Do Vincent and August know? -I don't know.
Well, I think that they know, but we don't talk about it.
Don't make a big deal out of it. Name one CEO that is openly gay.
There's no one. I sure as fuck won't be the first.
I get that.
Can I ask you something… about Simon?
Did he really think you would admit that it was you in the video? Huh?
Well…
I told him I wouldn't make the statement.
But then I did it anyway.
I think that's it. He feels he can't trust me.
It's not a problem for him. He's Simon… a nobody.
But for you, it would be… it would be international news.
A big thing to ask of someone that you've dated for only a month.
-That's not how he sees it. -No.
That's why you need to hang with someone who's sort of… in your league.
One of us.
How about it? Verbier.
I'm so tired.
I don't understand how something can be such a drag.
I can't face English. I need a coffee first.
A whole poem! Kind of. Okay…
I whisper your name at night I shout out your name every day
High above the town it rings out It can be heard far and wide
But you sleep so soundly at night Blinded by other things every day
Your name on my tongue never reaches you
In the silence between us The love I can never say
Beautiful, wasn't it?
AUGUST: LOOK UP.
No, right? Is it Valter?
AUGUST: WHEN'S YOUR BREAK?
Or Henry? I don't know.
No! If it's him, I'll die.
I have to find him, and we'll go to the ball.
AUGUST: FREE NOW.
-Honestly, fuck all guys. -You don't really think that.
-God, I'm embarrassed. -Can't we go together?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Yes, we can go together if… if it's not someone I like.
AUGUST: HURRY.
You didn't reek of horse this time.
Oh, I gotta get that.
Hello, Jan-Olof.
Hello, August. We need to talk about your plans for the future.
Absolutely.
You need to start your military training this fall.
The Royal Court will send a proposal laying out your next ten years.
-And we need-- -Te… Ten years?
Ten years, yes. We need to go through your social media.
Send me your passwords.
Our PR team will get rid of anything problematic.
-Absolutely, yeah. Now? -Yes, now.
Is there something specific we should know?
Like… Like what?
To be blunt, have you ever impregnated anyone?
Do you have any venereal diseases?
-Something we need to know? -No.
No. Do you smoke, drink, do drugs? It's important to be honest with me.
-August? -No, nothing.
I take good care of my health, and I train a lot, so…
Right. And just to confirm, you are heterosexual?
-Yes. -Okay.
Only girls.
Well, then, send me the passwords, and we'll take it from there.
Talk to you later. Bye.
Who was that?
Are you okay?
Why do you take ADHD meds if you don't have ADHD?
I don't do it often.
It's just when I have a lot of schoolwork
or need to perform at my best.
Like I need to do now.
Why?
This stays between us.
I am…
Wilhelm's backup.
If he can't handle the responsibility of being Crown Prince, I take over.
And become Sweden's next king.
Wow.
Yes, wow.
But, so that's the only… I'll stop taking the pills soon.
Do you want to go to the ball with me?
-What? -Yes.
But if we go together, everyone will know.
Know what?
That I like you.
Well, who cares what people think?
-Okay. -Okay?
-Okay. -Okay.
This is insane!
-Yes, but look here. -I like the turquoise one.
God, there are so many colors everywhere.
It will be so beautiful.
-Yes, really. -Wow.
God. So pretty!
-Did you see Wille's wig? -No.
-It's insane. -Are you and Wille dating?
What? No, absolutely not.
We're just friends.
-Okay. -And thank God for that!
It seems like a pain to be with someone royal.
Yes, absolutely.
I'm so glad I'm not in love with Wille anymore.
I'm so sick of guys.
They're just a lot of problems and drama.
At least when you're dating them.
And…
Wille and I work much better as friends.
Yeah. If he's your new best friend, you can tell me, so that I know.
Come on, Sara. You can have several best friends, and friends.
But he did ask if I wanted to go to the ball with him.
-Really? -But I want to go with you.
-With me? -I know I've been with Wille a lot lately.
But we girls need to stick together.
Like, guys, they come and go.
Your Highness, do you want to have a drink with me?
-Come on, dammit. -I've got it!
There, everything's done.
There.
God, you're so funny.
Fredrika, has nobody confessed to the poem yet?
No, nobody! I don't get it.
That's the point of doing it, right? Otherwise, I don't get why you'd do it.
-Ow! -Sorry.
I don't know what to do. I can't wear that.
It doesn't feel like me.
I think it's really pretty.
It's not that it's not pretty. That's not the problem.
It just doesn't feel right.
But it's so weird. Everyone else will wear one.
Here.
-I like that you're a good problem-solver. -Thanks.
It's so nice we're going together.
AUGUST: WHEN ARE YOU COMING?
SARA: WE CAN'T GO TOGETHER.
I'M GOING WITH THE GIRLS. SORRY.
Mom, I told you, I don't want to go.
I don't sing until ten.
I thought that if anyone asks, I'm dressed up as a waiter.
I didn't think balls were your thing.
Anything for you.
Shouldn't you be in costume?
Yes… Or no.
When the choir performs, we usually wear uniforms.
It's cool of you to come.
Of course.
I didn't know you had pets. What are their names?
They don't have names.
Oh, my God. So cool!
-Let's take a photo. -Okay, okay.
-Damn! -Damn, that's gonna be really strong.
I want it really, really strong.
-Cheers! -Cheers!
-You look so nice. -I'm stealing that.
-Oh, my God, this song! -Sorry.
I love it.
-Stella. -Yes?
Did you write the poem to Fredrika?
What?
Well, I'm noticing the way you look at and act towards each other.
-You can absolutely not tell anyone. -No, no, no.
I just mean… I don't get it. Why don't you tell her?
Because we've been best friends since we were kids.
She is the most important person in my life.
She may feel the same.
Well, even if she does,
we have to live here for two more years and we share a bed and a room.
And what if… What if we break up?
Come here! Come!
I'd rather be secretly in love than be her ex that she hates.
-Hello! -Hello!
What?
-This costume ball is over the top. -What?
-This costume ball is over the top. -Yes, that's Hillerska.
Cheers.
-Come on, let's dance. -Okay.
Wille!
-You okay with Simon? -What?
Are you okay?!
I have to be okay.
I have to sit down. It's so hot.
-No, come on. -No, but you keep dancing.
-When are you singing? -At ten.
And after that, we're leaving?
I was thinking…
you can stay at my place, if you want to, that is.
Okay.
Okay?
Felice and Wille…
rough, huh?
-Are you friends now, you and Wille? -Yes, we are.
You know, he's the one who decided you should take the fall for the drugs.
-What? Why would he do that? -I guess he wanted to protect Simon.
He saw you as an easy target. I was the only one who voted against him.
So you might want to reconsider who your real friends are, okay?
Do you like those?
-Hello. -Hi.
-Your Royal Highness. -Call me Wille. It's cool.
Damn, smart move dressing up as a waiter.
This wig hurts like hell.
-It might not really be my style. -What? Poofy pants and cravats?
They're not your thing?
Not really.
-How's it going at the shooting range? -Yeah, it's going well.
Fewer people shoot in the winter though.
You should come and shoot again.
Sure. Why don't you tag along?
Not my thing.
Can you pass me a spoon?
Come join us for a dance later.
Sure.
See you later then.
Yes, see you.
He seems really nice.
Not at all stuck-up like when he was shooting with Felice.
I'm going to the restroom.
What was that?
What was what?
I just thought it felt weird.
Just being polite.
I… I get it.
You don't love me anymore. I'll leave you alone.
Your boyfriend seems very nice.
Thanks.
Something wrong?
-I'm just gonna… -Okay.
August.
What?
I'm sorry.
So it was just sex?
-What? -That's all?
-No. -I thought that you…
I thought that you really liked me.
-And it feels… -I do.
-Okay. -Yeah.
So what's the problem?
If Felice finds out, she will hate me.
And I saw what happened with Simon and Wilhelm. I can't imagine--
I'm not Wilhelm, okay?
I'm not.
-Are you nervous? -About what?
The performance.
No.
Maybe a little.
-Gotta check something with the choir. -Okay.
Where is Simon?
Have you seen Simon?
Wille!
I'm just trying to move on.
I see that.
Everything just went wrong between us.
I know.
Simon!
The choir.
Simon!
They're starting now.
-Where were you? -Just getting some air.
Come on.
Here we go.
One, two…
Days behind us, years gone by
They say all wounds will heal with time
I got hurt, I lost myself
I was lost before I found my way
What we had and who we were
I can't forget all the good we shared
If you ask me about what stayed
The memories will never fade
We've been tested, we had to fight
But what we were, no one can rewrite
Afterwards, we go our separate ways
But I'll remember you all my days
What we had and who we were
I can't forget all the good we shared
The question's answer is for sure
That Hillerska will endure
Bravo!
Subtitle translation by: Jennifer Swahn