01x01 - Episode 1

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It's the unhappy endings you remember.

That's just how it is.

Then I hope that our
story will be really boring.

Do you really think it will be?

THE TRIO

Excuse me, do you know
where the assembly hall is?

Up the stairs, down the hall.

"In answer to your
question, I would say this:

Nobody ever gets to know nobody.

We're under a life-long sentence

to solitary confinement

inside our own lonely skins,

for as long as we live on this earth."

See you Friday.

If you're wondering about the
midterm, I've got nothing to add.

I'm not in this class.

But I think you knew my parents.

- Frances?
- Hi.

- Hugo.
- I know.

I was wondering if you'd
like to join me for coffee.

- What, now?
- Only if it's convenient. I can wait.

No, it's convenient. I'll just…

Oops.

I'm in town for Dad's retrospective.

Which is special,
since I never knew him.

But there's a lot I want to know.

- He died very young.
- Yeah.

It's been a long time
since we knew each other.

I'm not sure how much I remember.

- How old are you now, Frances?
- 20.



- What, is that old?
- No.

It just means that I'm not 20.

But…that's when you guys met, right?



- Hi. Welcome.
- Hi.

- Aron Stiller.
- Hugo.

- Any trouble finding the place?
- Not at all.

No need to take off your shoes…

- Come with me.
- Yeah.

f*ck!

As you can see, we're
true bookworms here.

Borrow whatever you want.

As long as you're careful
with the first editions.

- The piano room. Do you play?
- Nah…

Thora, our daughter.

- She's in Paris. She'll be home soon.
- Okay.

She'll be studying
law at the university.

Well, this is where we have dinner.

At least when we have guests.

- And you're welcome to join us.
- Thanks.

- Hi, Hugo.
- Hi.

I'm Laura. We'll talk more later.

I'm off to the theater.

- Nice place you have here.
- So do you from now on.

Laura… My wife.

The room isn't very big,
but we hope you'll like it.

I'm sure I will.

- It's totally perfect.
- Good…

Here's the key to the
building, and to the front door.

- Thanks.
- Make yourself at home.

About the rent, I didn't
get an account number,

but I have the first month's rent.

We'll deal with that later.

Yeah…

MOM

What? What the hell…

What is it?

Sorry. It was nothing.

I thought I saw your dad.

I didn't think it was that important

for you to pick me up at the airport.

But sweetie, you've
been gone for a year.

What can I say? I said I was sorry.

- Good morning!
- Good morning.

- Have you had breakfast?
- I'll grab something on the go.

Let me introduce you.

It's not weird, I'm your mom…

Hey, everyone, this is
Hugo, our new lodger.

This is Thora, the
daughter of the house.

Hi.

- Did you get any sleep, Hugo?
- Yeah, I slept fine.

- That's August.
- Hi, Hugo. I'm August.

- Nice to meet you.
- Where are you from?

- Lund.
- Welcome to the big city.

Come sit down.

What are you doing today, Hugo?

I thought I'd go to the university,

so I'll know my way
around when classes start.

- I'm not done with that.
- Clever.

What are you doing today?

I'm going to paint today.

- Paint?
- Yeah, in my studio.

Mom, when will you come
look at August's paintings?

- I'll do that when I have time…
- Laura is an art history professor.

And August is an excellent
artist. I just want to say that.

No one doubts that.

- Let's see… A soft-boiled egg for you.
- Thanks.

- I'm not done with that.
- More water, honey.

- Tell us about your background.
- Leave him alone, honey.

You don't have to
answer a single question.

Finally. Did you make it there safely?

Yeah, I did.

Have you made any new friends?

Mom, I just got here.

What the hell…

I bet their place is big. Nice…

Yeah, they… They have a nice place.

If you feel like you don't fit in,

you can always come back home, sweetie.

Yeah. Thanks, Mom.

- Oh…
- Mom…

- You don't need to cry.
- But I'm not crying!

Have you heard from your dad?

FOLLOW REQUEST AUGUST ALM

No, should I have?

No, I was just thinking… No, no.

Okay.

- Take care of yourself, sweetie.
- You, too.

FOLLOW

AUGUST ALM WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT?

- You guys need to say hi to Hugo.
- Hey.

- He's living with the Stillers.
- Oh, okay.

Art, literature or theater?

What you're studying.
The Stillers usually

open up their home to culture students.

Literature.

- He's Christian, by the way. In case you missed that.
- I'm Brita.

- Hugo.
- So do you know Thora?

- No, not really.
- Brita doesn't like Thora.

- I've never said that.
- She doesn't like you, either.

- Why don't you like her?
- Brita hates the Stiller Group.

You know, selling arms and all that.

Oh please, that has
nothing to do with it.

You don't have to be obnoxious
just because your name is Stiller.

- But Thora doesn't seem to get that.
- She's mostly shy.

Brita, you're not very nice, either.

- Do you think Thora is nicer than me?
- Well…

Hugo! What would you say?

- About?
- Thora.

- Is she shy or difficult?
- Snobbish?

It's okay to be honest.

- Good night! Bye!
- Bye!

How was your first night
out in Stockholm, Hugo?

Well, nice.

Fun.

Here…

Does it bother you that I'm into guys?

No, not at all.

I just thought you and Thora were like…

- A couple?
- Yeah. Aren't you?

Sometimes.

I don't believe in finding a person
who can fulfill all your needs.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

But we sleep together, sometimes.

As you know.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…

I'd been in the bathroom and
heard a noise. That's why I stopped…

I wasn't standing there watching.

- I thought it was something else.
- Something else?

I'm sorry, it was stupid of me.

Hugo, relax. It's on the house.

- What…?
- Hand on the shoulder.

And now…

I'm not very good at dancing.

Are you here?

Are you here?

- Oh-la-la!
- Okay…

Step, step, step…

Damn, slow down!

Exactly! Exactly! Exactly, Hugo!

Don't let me go.

- Never let me go.
- Don't let me go.

- Walter Oscarsson?
- Here.

- Dennis Paul Ingmarsson?
- Yes.

- Iris Roland?
- Yes.

- Hugo Sandberg?
- Yes.

Thora Stiller?

- Are you Laura's daughter?
- Yeah.

Give her my best.

- Vanna Svantesson?
- Hope we get to read "A Farewell to Arms".

That should suit a Stiller.

- Ella Thulander?
- Here.

- Or w*r and Peace.
- Let's settle down a bit.

- Anahita Verdi?
- Yes.

- Henning Paul Yhman?
- Yes.

Ebba Waddelius?

Does anyone want to have a
drink after our first day at school?

Yes, definitely.

Where should we go? Somewhere cheap.

I'll be right back. I'm just gonna…

A few of us are going out for
a drink, if you want to join us.

You really want people to like you.

Yes, who doesn't want to be liked?

Maybe liked by some.

But why would you want to be
liked by someone you don't like?

- I thought you were going to be a lawyer.
- And I will.

But you felt that law
school wasn't enough?

Does me taking this
night class bother you?

No.

August's friends are having a discussion
about why you're so difficult.

Yeah, they think I'm a snob.

Or just insecure.

What do you think?

I think you're angry, at people's
high expectations of you.

See you around.

This class was meant to be
like a nice break from my life.

What if he's stalking me?

He takes all the
literature classes he can.

It's more like you're stalking him.

He doesn't look like a literature major.

I think Hugo is really
sweet. I like him.

- You like everybody.
- And you don't like anyone, Thora.

That's what your problem is.

I don't get why we always
have to have lodgers.

Why does he get to move in with
us, when you don't? Isn't that weird?

No, not really.

You're also a culture student.

But your parents don't like me.

- Haven't you missed this?
- Sunsets in Paris are exactly the same.

But there's something
special about Stockholm.

It feels like home.

You're my home.

Oh, I've missed you.

Did you think about him when you came?

- Who?
- Hugo.

Why would I?

Mom is selling the Lärkstaden apartment.

Does that make you sad?

It's a bit of a shame. It's been
in the family for generations.

Oh right, I found these when
we cleared the place out.

What's this…?

I thought you might want them.

What happened between you guys?

What often happens. We drifted apart.

I don't get that from Mom.

It's more what she doesn't say.

It's what she looks like
when I ask about you.

You know you don't need
to take off your shoes, right?

They're really dirty.
I'm buying new ones.

A question…

Do you think I should wear lipstick?

- What?
- Red lipstick?

Yeah.

- You think so?
- Yeah, it would look nice.

Yeah…

You don't look like a literature major.

So what do they look like?

- Isn't there a masters program in Lund?
- Yes.

But I needed to get away from there.

Get a change of scenery, you know.

What's your thesis about?

About…

- Tennessee Williams.
- Exciting. A Streetcar Named Desire?

- No, Suddenly Last Summer.
- Suddenly Last Summer?

Exciting. What's so
fascinating about it?

Family secrets and love as…

Well…

Love as…?

As a kind of exploitation.

You're not very romantic, right?

Well…

I think unrequited love
is the most romantic.

Really? How so?

It never stops longing.

Wow.

What a goddess.

- We should leave soon.
- Then let's leave soon.

Are you going like that?

What do you think,
Hugo? Can I go like this?

I don't know where you're going.

We're going to a party.

Do you want to come?

Or are you gonna stay here and eat

your depressing curry egg thing there?

Of course you're coming.

We're going to a party!

You're just like her. It's almost scary.

Appearance-wise, you mean?

Not just that.

You have the same eyes
that won't let you escape.

She's here as well.

We're here to help out
with Dad's exhibition.

Maybe you can drop by?

I forgot that I have office hours.

I have to… I'm sorry…

- Are you leaving?
- Yeah.

Okay. But you can
drop by Gallery Malcolm.

That's where we are.

No, keep them.

Thanks.