Welcome back to Bäst i Test, the show that
gives you the most rubber ducks for your buck.
If you want to see hilarious humourists solve mysterious
missions against the clock, you've come to the right place.
And the birdbrains nesting in the studio this season are:
The kestrel from Kungälv, Marcus Berggren!
Hello, hello! Hello. Hey, hey--Babben!
The hummingbird from Huddinge, Sussie Eriksson!
The hawk from Haninge, Anis Don Demina!
The jabiru from Jönköping, Sofia Dalén!
And the migratory bird that's flown in tonight, the seagull from Sätra:
Annika Lantz! [radio/TV host, comedian]
And tonight we will, among other things, nab grains of gold such as these!
Ow!
Ah, my butt-muscle. - Metronome, metronome...
Yes, a warm welcome, as I said. Welcome to the entire panel,
and above all else, you, Annika, who're our guest tonight.
What did you think it was like, tackling these tasks?
It was amazing.
I thought I knew myself, because I'm old enough,
but I learned that I can't read instructions,
which was slightly exciting to discover.
But Marcus, what's your tip for succeeding as a contestant?
Because sometimes, you get fives out the wazoo here.
Well, I think you should be either the best or the worst.
I only compete against myself, really, but every so often I lose that match, too.
Ah, my god. And as usual, I have 74 kilos of
dead meat next to me. His name is David Sundin.
Yes, Babben, I don't divert from my mission one inch.
Thank you very much for acknowledging that.
It really means a lot to me, I'll tell you that.
Getting to be here and... learn, quite simply.
Glad to hear it. What's being served up for tonight's first task?
Well, we're going to get to see the rise and fall of a dairy product.
Uh huh? - Yeah, wow...
Hi! - Hi.
Look. - Yeah, I see....There!
Fun. Fun place.
Wow, that... - Is this fine?
You've just got...
Yeah, exactly, exactly. There was one task I didn't manage.
"Build a tower and place the yoghurt on the top of the tower."
"Then knock over the tower so that the yoghurt lands on the target."
God, this is such a good... "Closest the middle of the"
"target wins. The tower must be built on the marked spot."
"You must be standing behind the marked spot when the tower falls."
"You have 20 minutes, and only one attempt to knock it over."
"Your time starts now." Hot damn, that's exciting.
Right, so, you were supposed to build a tower, place a plastic
cup of yoghurt atop the tower, and then knock the tower over
so that yoghurt got as close to the centre of the target as possible.
A classic Friday night in. And who's first to tackle this Pisa-task?
First to brave the heights will be Marcus Berggren and tonight's guest, Annika Lantz.
"Build a tower." Is this a tower?
I'd be more inclined to call it a part of a tower, maybe.
I'm something of a yoghurt-lover.
Is it on, would you say?
No, I wouldn't say that. It's over, definitely...
On? - On.
A wheelchair. Just have to check the angle.
Okay. There.
Watch out now, so no one gets a bass drum on their head...
Dad's not proud of it yet, but it will... - If I were to say this...
If you're looking for something, and I say "it's out there by the tower"...
What tower?
Exactly.
Oh! Oh, that's what you mean. Okay, got it, got it, okay.
Okay. I'll get rid of these, then.
Just thinking, now. That falls... bam, bam...
Still, tall tower.
God, this is so fun. To get to show, like...
What you're capable of?
No, but like, different sides. - That's right. We haven't seen this.
No, it's just like... "huh?"
Are you pleased with the placement of the marker?
Bit too late to move it now, right?
What are we looking at? Four-five yarns?
It's four yarns now, and that's three too many.
Three? Three yarns. - Exactly. Three's perfect.
Marcus Berggren, go ahead. - I've gotta... I've gotta...
You're going to knock the tower over. - I'm going to knock the tower over.
Okay, you with me, here? I'll only do this once.
That's... that's correct.
It's gonna be... pretty cool.
Ready, set, go!
Oh no! No, it was so close...
Don't even get what we did wrong. - No yoghurt here, on the actual target.
You've got some leakage around... you've got a decent amount on your back and butt.
That has to be worth something.
You know what? It's definitely worth something.
And Babben will tell you what it is.
Right, great to see. Lovely.
You don't seem pleased at all.
Shoving it that way, you're not supposed to get yoghurt up your ass...
Yes, Marcus. If anyone can knock over a tower forward
and still get the yoghurt up their ass, it's you.
I think it's like... the laws of physics cease existing, thanks to my magical hands.
Definitely, and what it was worth... not very much.
It was supposed to go forwards, unfortunately.
You also aimed backwards. Why'd you do that?
Why'd I do that? Why'd I do that?
You saw the incredible height of it, and probably,
if I'd leaned, it would've landed right in the middle.
And now, I want to see someone handle this better.
Of course, of course.
Time for the living yoghurt cultures, Anis Don Demina and Sussie Eriksson.
It has to stand on the marked spot. And fall over, like... fjoink!
Now we're talking.
Is that the actual peak?
Yup. Got a good head on your shoulders, huh.
How tall does the tower have to be, do you think?
Probably has to be a decent height.
But it doesn't have to be stable. No one's said that.
It's standing on the marked spot, now. - Correct. Aim set, ready to be knocked.
And all at once, the tower got marginally higher. 10 minutes left.
And in the actual knocking, you're going to be pretty...
Aggressive.
Starting to approach the knock-over. It's time!
Sussie walks towards the tower. She prepares herself, mentally.
The tactic here is to just knock this over, and the others follow.
So the rest follow?
I believe in this, now.
She grabs the tower. She hypes herself up.
And the audience... The arena's on fire!
She goes in for the lift... - I don't think this is gonna... No, wait...
I have to believe in it, since I've put some effort into it and all.
Eriksson looks uncertain. - No, no, no. No doubts, now.
Eriksson is certain once more. She...
There's only one way, and that's forward. Just have to
knock it over. She's going to let her power do the work...
Okay! - Here it comes!
Like, we've got a bit of splashing. See that?
Ladies and gentlemen: Yoghurt, square in the middle.
What we in the yoghurt-knocking field call a bullseye. Not a lot, but a bit.
Yoghurt in the middle.
Good work. - Thanks!
That's what we're talking about. Anis, it looked
a bit wobbly. How'd you stabilise your tower?
Good old reliable duct tape. Works every time.
And Sussie, you hyped yourself up all the way to the bull's eye.
Yeah, I really did. And I also...
No, I thought I'd gauged it well. - Well-gauged, yeah.
Yeah, definitely. This was substantially better, wasn't it?
Definitely.
Both Anis and Sussie got a bullseye, as we
could see, meaning the red spot in the middle
which Marcus was, let's see here... 4 meters and 10 centimeters from.
And Annika was even further away from, 4 meters and 50 centimeters.
And so far, the very closest one to the absolute centre of this spot is Anis.
We're talking a difference of centimeters, but
still closest to the middle, if we're counting.
Bullseye's hard to beat, but wasn't it possible to move the
mat and build the tower closer to the target, if one wanted?
Yeah, of course. That would've been a very smart solution, imaginably.
I think Sofia got that, actually.
Mhmm, let's take a look. Here she is: Sofia of Dalén.
One, two, three, four meters.
Does that mean I'm supposed to build something that's four meters tall?
My best friend. - Thank you, thank you.
I meant the duct tape. - Oh.
I'll put this down, now. That's not forbidden, right?
No, it'll just be kind of hard to reach. - Reach what?
The top of the tower. - Right.
Where the yoghurt's supposed to be.
Ah! I'm so bad at the physic... the laws of physics.
Ah, I'm starting to get it now, because look
at this: this isn't on the marked spot, now.
No. - No.
This is good. I've moved a lot of times.
What?! No...
Ah, the flaps!
Now we're talking.
I needed... It's four meters to there, but that's what I don't get...
Does it have to be four meters, then?
You get it, now.
No, 'cause I'm... I don't quite get the laws.
Like, can something be two meters and still
hit it, or does it have to be as long as that?
Does the arm get shorter or does it get longer?
It's... it stays the same.
My dad's sitting over there.
I know, but it still feels like there's a twist, when you're building vertically.
I knew he'd be disappointed.
Dividing by two, sort of. - Yeah, that's right.
Watch out, so that I don't poke you. - Right. Stabilising, now.
Was that perfect? - Yes. I'm ready, I think.
Then we're bringing our little yoghurt, and heading for the top.
Like, the Olympic fire. You get it. Olympic yoghurt.
Right, let's go.
What the hell... What?
No, why? Why'd this happen? Was it because I didn't angle...?
It was standing... you still got confused. - Yeah, I wasn't thinking about the angle.
I saw it coming a bit, I think.
Sofia, is it the case that you don't get along with the laws of physics?
Yeah. We're a bit similar there, Marcus.
Idiots! - How close did she get, ultimately?
Right. Other than on my shoes and pants, Sofia's
yoghurt landed 59 centimeters from the centre,
so it's not totally worthless, that should be said.
Anis and Sussie, as mentioned, hit the eye of the
bull dead centre, but Anis was a smidgeon closer
and brings home the 5-pointer. Sussie nabs a gallant 4.
3 points to Sofia, insanely. 2 points to Marcus, and 1 point to Annika Lantz.
Before we move on, what are we competing for tonight?
Well, you see, tonight we're competing for this lovely prize:
It's a bowling pin signed by Peter Jihde. [sports commentator]
Loyal fans of Bäst i Test will remember that
this is a prize you could win in season 3.
Keyyo won it, but forgot to take it home.
I'm not sure why, but she forgot it. A bowling pin which is
also signed. So that's what you can win here tonight, but:
We're going to make it even better: it's going to be signed twice over!
A second signature!
If it was valuable before, it's twice as valuable now. Wow. Thank you greatly.
Thanks. - Wow! Legend.
Yes, here in Bäst i Test we enjoy recycling for the sake of the environment.
Could you give us a clue about the next task?
Of course. If I say 'papadam' and 'metronome', well, I think everyone gets the gist.
Ha ha! You didn't see that coming. - No.
Right. Should I... open it? - Might as well.
"Inflate a balloon so that it's bigger than your head."
"Tell a joke, and eat a papadam."
"You have to say the word 'metronome' in between every tick of the metronome."
I'm assuming that's a metronome. - Correct and accurate.
But what about the one who... reads the weather?
Meteorologist.
"Ten seconds' are added to your time every time you fail to say 'metronome'."
"You may not touch or stop the metronome."
"Your time starts when David starts the metronome."
Right. The goal here was to inflate a balloon,
so as to make it larger than your own head,
eat a papadam - which is a type of Indian snack,
one might say - and tell a joke - any at all.
With the addition of the tiny detail that one of
these metronomes was ticking away in the background.
And between every tick, you were supposed to say the word 'metronome'
Otherwise, you got 10 seconds' added time.
Who or whom will we be watching first? - An entire gang, let me tell you.
Allow me to serve you a rhythmic quartet: Anis, Marcus, Sofia and Sussie.
Your time starts now. - Metronome. Metronome.
Metronome. I've gotta have timing. Metronome.
Uh, click -metronome, metronome, metronome...
Metronome. Metronome. Metronome!
Metronome. Metro- How the hell...? Metronome!
Metronome! Metronome, metronome, metronome, metronome...
Metronome. Metronome. - Ah, this is just -metronome, metronome...
Metronome. Metronome. Metronome. Metronome...
Met- God dammit! Metronome...
Metronome. - Met- metronome. Ah, what the...
Metronome. - Wait, I've just gotta read this...
Just ten seconds' added time. - For each one.
Ah, yeah. Metronome...
Metronome! Is it bigger than my head? Metronome, metronome...
Affirmative.
Eat a whole one of these. Metronome, metronome...
Metronome, metronome, metronome...
Metronome, metronome, metronome, metronome...
Metronome! - Metronome...
Did you hear the joke -metronome- about the -metronome,
metronome- the germ -metronome. Did you hear the joke about the germ?
Metronome. The germ. Metronome.
No. No.
Metronome. Nevermind, don't want to spread it around.
Ah, good!
Once upon a time -metronome- a man from Gothenburg said -metronome...
Metronome?
He said -metronome, metronome, metronome...
How can you tell a car's from Central Europe? The Polish. Metronome. Metronome.
Two guys were out walking -metronome, metronome, metronome...
and one of them went, "Look, a dog turd" -metronome...
The other went, "That's not a dog turd. Hell, that's"
"just" -metronome- "that's just chocolate pudding."
"But that's a dog turd, I'm telling you." Metronome, metronome.
"No, it's not a dog turd, it's chocolate pudding."
"Well, taste it, then." - The world's longest joke!
"Taste it." "What the hell? It was a dog turd."
"Yeah, I told you so."
The elephant and the ant -metronome- met in the forest, the jungle.
Oh? Huh.
That's when the elephant said - metronome...
Uh huh? Why'd he say...?
No, he said -metronome- he said to the ant "Gosh, you're small."
"Yes, I haven't been well", said the ant. Metronome.
Metronome. Metronome.
Should we call it there?
I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight. Metronome, metronome, metronome...
Right, how hard was this?
It was so stressful. - Yeah, it was really tough.
But, like, at least I realised later:
Do everything, and just take the time penalty,
and don't say 'metronome'. Blow, eat, joke!
And then just go.
But Sussie, that's kind of the track you took.
You took it, ice cold: "Ah, so what? It's just these seconds. Screw it."
Not exactly what you meant, right, Sofia? You also meant to do it quick.
She chilled out a bit, contemplated...
But how'd they do? - Right, let's see here.
Marcus got 39 additions, giving him a total time of 9 minutes and 48 seconds.
Sofia, just 17 additions, so you get 5 minutes
and 25 seconds. Almost half, that's very good.
Anis: 12 additions, so even less. You wind up with 4 minutes and 3 seconds.
And then we've got the Sussie-strategy, of getting the
additions and running through the tasks in peace and quiet.
She failed to say 'metronome' between the ticks a whopping 92 times,
so Sussie gets a total time of 20 minutes.
Would you look at that. Things aren't quite
working out, Sussie. Oh well, it is what it is.
And now, I'd very much like to see if Annika can beat this gang.
Here she comes. Annika Lantz.
Metronome. Metronome. Metronome.
Metronome. Metronome. Metronome. Metronome.
I heard -metronome- that you shot -metronome-
your dog -metronome- who went mad.
Mad -metronome- mad... Metronome, metronome, metronome...
It didn't -metronome, metronome,
metronome- ...wait... -metronome-
...exactly -metronome- make -metronome- him -metronome- happy -metronome.
Metronome...
Was the joke... that's done, or...? - Metronome. Yes. Metronome.
Metronome. Metronome.
We can run through that later. What about it that was fun, and so on.
Metronome, metronome. Nailed it. Metronome.
God, I chew so slowly!
The seagull from Sätra! But this wasn't too shabby, right? This flew right by.
Annika solved the task with 21 additions, earning
a time of, in total, 6 minutes and 51 seconds...
...meaning she beat Sussie, and Marcus as well, actually.
So there'll be one definite point for Sussie,
and 2 for Marcus, 3 for Annika, 4 for Sofia
and a new 5-pointer for Anis.
Meaning I can tell you that with Anis' second 5 here,
he gets 10 points in total and shoots into the lead.
Never thought you'd pass me.
While I ask the question on everyone's lips: What's the next task?
Right. We're going to see some alarmed people.
Oh, again?
Now, Marcus... - We've gotta get them, now!
"Get into the house."
"Every time you trigger the alarm, you have to"
"restart from the designated starting point."
"You may only walk on the platforms." - "Fastest wins."
"Your time starts now."
Now! Come on, come on, come on...
Right. So, here the goal was to transport yourself into
the house using these plates, without triggering the alarm.
But the panel was highly unaware of what, exactly, triggered this alarm.
Mhmm. And this is a team task, meaning that the
winning team has a chance to get 3 points each.
But you can also score points here, Annika, if you can guess which of the teams
you think will be the fastest in handling this.
I--like, it's hard to disregard that Anis has
two fives already. That's why I might pick you
because I prefer to go for the underdogs. I think it's Marcus and Sussie.
That's what you're betting?
Then we'll lock that answer in. - I'll stamp that. Right. Good.
I think we'll start, then, with Marcus and Sussie, to see how they'll do.
We certainly shall, in that case. Here they come.
Now. Come on. Come on, come on.
Can we just go--god, you're really running! Just gotta make a break for it
Okay. We don't know why the alarm got triggered, right?
So we're not allowed to step on one of these, probably.
"Get into the house." And the alarm's supposed to go off.
No, it's supposed to not go off.
Maybe we'll just try for the blue ones.
Right. You've got a good head on your shoulders, huh. Okay, just blue.
Ah, impossible. But the alarm's not gone off--yeah, it has.
Okay, you know what? Let's avoid those ones now. The checkerboard ones.
Good, good, good, good, good... - Come on, Marcus!
Good, good, good, good...
Yes! - No, that can't be right...
Still nice, though. - Great! What?
Was that all there was to it? - Thanks, nice. We solved that, easy-peasy.
Really easy, huh. - Yeah, that was really easy.
Pretty quick. - No...!
That went by pretty geschwint, huh? - Yeah, good thing he got it.
Do you know what you did right? - We didn't step on the checkerboard ones.
You've got no idea, right? David, could you tell them?
It can't be that.
It's as simple as this: if anyone in the
team says a word that contains the letter 'T',
or if no one says anything for 7 seconds, that's when the alarm goes off.
So let's keep that in the back of our minds as we watch the next team. Let's see.
We're walking, and we're walking... - And we can talk...
What?! That doesn't make any sense, it went off when I was over there.
Stop, stop, stop, stop! Okay, there's something here.
Let's walk again, let's walk again. ♫ Oh, one lovely evening in June...
♫...when the summer's at its best ♫
It could be when we're out of sync.
One, two...
Are we not supposed to be in tune, maybe? - Go, go--say something.
♫ Oh, one lovely evening in June...
I feel no correlation at all. Running, not talking.
I'm always this slow on this show.
Maybe you have to have one foot on the ground the whole time?
Should we canter once? Like, dressage. I'll trot...
There's no logic. They're just trying to break our spirits.
Maybe you have to run one at a time. - Come on, homie! Go, go, go!
Yes!
Don't say it has something to do with me!
It's to do with me! I'm the missing link.
There's something here. - I don't mean to get this mad.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay. One more beep and I go haywire.
If I run on my own... - Come on, now! Come on, come on, come on.
Okay, I'll wait for the last one...
I'm gonna start crying...no, I'm too tired.
And it didn't work if you ran first? - I'll just go--I'm going, now.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!
No! No, Sofia...
They're trying to break us! Why're they trying to break me? What did I do?
You can run on both sides. I can't run on any side.
We'll try that out.
Yes!
Are we going to get to find out? - Good work. Good work.
Can I get to know now? It's gonna eat away at me. Please?
See you in the studio.
No... - Is there any chocolate cake left?
Lot of frustration, here.
Like, this has been bugging me since summer.
I've built up a conspiracy theory, that it was you, that it was rigged against me.
But we were saved by the impression of the alarm.
You were the solution, actually. - So, 3 points each to Marcus and Sussie.
And therefore also 3 points to Annika.
The little gentleman next to me has, by this point,
done over 40 guest interviews for Bäst i Test.
And once you've thought he's reached his nadir, he always manages to find a new one.
Now, let's continue the hunt for the bottom of the barrel. Go ahead, David Sundin.
Wow! Wow, wow. Thank you, thank you. Ah, you know what, Babben?
When it comes to compliments, I absorb them like a little sponge.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, just like that.
I'm gonna get going with this one, so that you don't need...
You can hand things over to me, sit back and relax.
And I'm the one who...
Get going, David. - Of course, of course.
Annika Lantz, nice to have you here. Welcome.
And you're just as welcome as everyone else, I assume.
Maybe slightly, slightly more.
I'll just check the "yes" box. Just as welcome.
You've been around for a long time, Annika. A really, really long time...
but when you start out, going into the entertainment circles and suchlike,
you've got to be a bit of a salesman, saying
"Hi, here I am. Could I interest you in any".
"Could I interest you in any?"
Being slightly salesmanship-ish, kind of. You can relate to this.
How funny... that you bring up that in particular, as a thing.
This thing about having to be a bit of a salesman, because it's namely time to play:
Sell your thing!
Right. And this task that we're doing here already started 100 days ago.
Take a look at this.
Howdy! - Hello.
Jogging.
Boo!
Wow!
Let's see, now.
What a long letter you've written. - Thanks.
"Place something notable, a visual experience no one wants to miss
out on, in the dramaten-bag." [Dramaten-bag -- a type of caddy]
"After this, convince a Dramaten-actor to take a look in
your dramaten-bag." [Dramaten - - Sweden's largest theatre]
"The dramaten-bag that the Dramaten-actor chooses to look inside wins."
"You have 100 days. Your time starts now."
I'm supposed to put something visual... -...in the bag.
Is it a fixed-employment Dramaten-actor, or can it be a freelancer?
I'd say that we'll try to get a fixed one. If that's not possible, freelance.
If that's not possible, someone that's been at
Dramaten and viewed a play, at some point, maybe.
See you in 100 days. - I'll take that, then.
Am I the oldest in...? Because I think this suits me.
You're getting to that point. It's approaching.
So, the goal is to attempt to convince a Dramaten-actor
to want to take a look in your bag.
The Dramaten-actor is only allowed to look in one bag, so it's
important to upsell the particular thing that's in your bag.
You've gotten your bags in here, but we're missing a Dramaten-actor.
So here he comes, the regular Dramaten-actor Erik Stern!
Thanks, thanks, thanks. Thanks, thanks. - Hi, Erik!
Erik! Erik! Erik! - I don't think that works on Erik.
When you're selling your thing, stand up. When I blow the whistle, sit down.
Understood? Then let's start with Marcus Berggren.
Hi! Nice to meet you. I get that you'd like to look
in mine--it's my biological brother, you might say.
A sort of living thing, but he has shuffled off this mortal coil.
But you might be thinking, "shame that we lost him"...
We've had him stuffed. It's disgusting as all hell,
actually, but I think you'll want to look in this bag.
Sussie's turn.
Hi, Erik! This bag is something you really need,
both in private and in your working life.
You can use it as a friend, as a line-prompter...
Annika's up next!
I wanted you to get to see the cutest thing
on this earth, so a raccoon's hiding in here.
But I'm also considering your special interest, which
is drama, so it's a raccoon which is dressed up
as August Strindberg. Would you like to see Strindberg as a raccoon?
As you can hear, Annika Lantz sounds like a beach salesman.
Don't buy that. Keeping serfs is illegal,
and Marcus: it's possible to get help.
In here, there's... you can buy whatever you want with the money that's in there.
I'll make this very simple: there's money in there. Full of cash,
so you can buy three raccoons, two serfs,
and Marcus Berggren's brother. Stacks of cash...
Dear Erik, in my bag here, there's just one thing. There's a button in my bag.
If you choose my bag, and press the button, something
will happen... and you're going to raise the dead.
Marcus.
Did I say my brother? It's more a distant relative. Picture mini golf, but of skin.
Erik, you don't want to miss out on this.
It's going to be a dear friend that'll last you your whole life.
Well, I thought Lena Endre would be the one to get here, and she
would've of course selected the raccoon dressed as Strindberg,
but I can tempt you with the fact that he's also brought his third wife...
Take the money, buy nice cloth. You've got nice clothes,
you can buy more, you can get new specs, and that...
Sofia. - I've spent 100 days on this.
And it's free now, something that a lot of people would pay millions for,
you get it for free, with one push of a button, if you choose my bag.
Right, then it's time to let Erik open and look in one
of these bags. Just one. What's your thought process?
These are five incredibly strong proposals, but there's one bag with another factor.
The fact that it's very clearly breathing puts it on another level.
Another kind of self-preservation urge
towards me and others - - I'm choosing Sussie.
Yes, yes, yes!
Then let's have Sussie open her bag, and show its contents to the Dramaten-actor.
Wow! It's Ola Forssmed! - Would you look at that!
Hi! Wow, I really chose the right one! - Yeah, you really did.
Round of applause for Ola Forssmed and Erik Stern!
And that's how we play Sell Your Thing.
Right, then. 3 points for Sussie!
And, unfortunately, 0 for the rest of you. Got any compilation of where we're at?
Things are pretty exciting, actually, because with
these 3 points, you pass Anis and go into the lead!
Exciting, huh! - Totally incredible.
Know what we'll do next? Listen and be amazed, we're moving on to a task.
And at this moment in time, I got slightly hungry and
gave the contestants the task of making me some lunch.
Howdy, David! - Hello. Howdy.
You hungry? - Yeah, actually.
Do you like pizza with milk? - Yeah.
"Stand on one leg and keep reading." Oh, dammit--okay, let's see...
"Your foot may not touch the ground during the course of the task."
Got some pizza...
Okay, let's see.
"Give David...his lunch pizza."
"Most lunch delivered fastest wins."
"Every time your elevated foot touches the ground, you have to stop and eat a slice--"
"--of David's lunch pizza before you continue."
"Your time starts now."
God damn, I've got--ugh, I've got no balance right now.
Right. So, the goal was to deliver as much lunch pizza to me as possible,
only moving yourself on one leg. If you put down
the other leg, you had to eat one of my pizza slices,
thus delivering slightly less pizza to me, to, of course, my tremendous chagrin.
Which pizza deliverymen are we starting with?
We'll start with the kids' couch: Anis and Sofia.
"The kids' couch"...
I've just gotta reach you? - Here I am.
Like, this is difficult for me...with, like, two legs.
And I just have to not touch?
Does the milk have to come, too? - The most lunch for me.
But who the hell drinks milk with their lunch?
These are...spooky. Agh, my leg.
So that's where you stop. And keep bouncing,
afterwards, once you're done chewing.
There's going to be some milk on your pizza. But that's good-- calcium,
or whatever the hell's in milk. I'm working up lactic acid, too.
Ah, this is going to be problematic. - We've got a nudge, there.
That'll be one slice.
That's one slice. Hope there's anything left for me afterwards.
Ah, nice. You've got good taste.
Oh!
Ah...ow, my butt-muscle.
Here I come. Risk for injury, here.
Come on!
God dammit! - Ah, that's a slice.
Yeah, that's a slice. - That's a slice.
Here you go, king. - Ah, thanks a lot.
Here you go. Bon appetit. - Thank you.
They're slightly soggy. - Nah, that's just what they're like.
Slightly cold, too. From the milk.
Good work. - Thanks.
David, you're amazing. - Thank you, thank you.
Sofia, you often get hurt somewhere--I'm slightly
worried about you, you're still so young.
It's, like--90's kid who just complains a bit.
Ah, okay. I've got one of those at home too, so it's fine.
Anis, what was the hardest part, do you think?
Jumping on one leg or scarfing all that pizza?
I now realise I could've picked points or lunch. I picked lunch.
And how long did this take?
Anis: 3 minutes, 27 seconds, with 13 pieces intact.
And Sofia: 15 pieces left and 1 minute and 50 seconds.
And which waiters are we watching now? -...Well, Marcus.
"Your time starts now."
Alright, I'll just jump towards David, then.
It's slightly cold, the pizza.
Can I hold that? - Yeah.
I didn't touch it.
That's a touch.
Screw it.
Pizza's here!
Ah. Got a bit of milk, there...
Sorry, David. - And...one fell off.
Thanks. Good...good work. - Thanks a lot.
Right, Marcus. Have you waited tables before?
Unfortunately, I've worked in restaurants.
And gotten paid and everything? - No, I never got paid, but I was there.
Didn't seem like all the pizza slices got there, David.
No, not exactly all of them...
But it had to be really fast, right?
But there's also the matter of how much food got
delivered. How many slices got there, in the end?
Six slices left, actually, and fast, as you say--1 minute and 33 seconds.
Wow, wow, wow!
Should we wrap up this lunch rush with the last ones?
Here are the servile service-workers, Annika and Sussie.
Here I am. - And I have to stay within this?
I didn't say that. - You didn't say that.
Why'd you make things hard for me if you're hungry?
That's coming back to bite me now, of course.
Can I use...? Yeah, I can. I can.
Here it comes.
Just going to do this, maybe. - Let's see. It's probably best this way.
Here's your lunch. Potentially slightly moister than what the gentleman ordered.
That's a touch. And you were so close, too.
Have to finish chewing and swallowing first, before I...now.
Brilliant. - Thank you.
Bye, David. - Bye.
I should be thanking you. - Just wanted to show off. That went well.
Annika, apart from this last fall, why are you so good at hopping on one leg?
It surprised me, too. "Hot dang, I'm real good at hopping
on one leg" is what I thought basically the whole time.
And holding the milk. - Yeah, and balancing the milk!
How full did this make you?
Sussie: 15 slices for me, in 2 minutes and 35 seconds.
But Annika Lantz: 53 seconds with all 16 pieces intact!
Right, then. That'll be 1 point for Marcus, but thank you
for the entertainment, absolutely stellar, I must say.
2 for Anis. Sofia and Sussie, you both had 15 slices,
but Sofia's time was slightly faster, so 4 fast points for Sofia
and 3 slightly slower ones for you. But 5 calorie-packed points go to Annika Lantz!
I don't believe it. - Wow!
David, could you give us the debriefing for the next task?
Now, it's time for a few secret messages.
What's this, now?
Right! I'll read this, then.
"Deliver an instruction of five words to David--"
"--in the most spy-like and subtle way."
"You may not be seen or heard while communicating with David."
"You have 20 minutes to get David to perform your instruction."
"Your time, it starts now."
Is that David?
Right. So, the goal was to deliver a secret instruction
to me in as spy-like and subtle a way as possible.
One could imagine that a third party is, like, observing this at a distance,
who shouldn't see that some message is being
handed over, or that some shady stuff's going on.
And which discreet agents are we watching first?
Sofia and Sussie, taking a stab at nonchalance.
"Whistle a bit of Summer's Short"
There. That's my message for David. - This is going to be great, I think.
No one's going to manage to see me, now.
Ah, going to go work out with my sports bag.
Sorry... Ow, my legs! Ow!
Ah, I can't be bothered.
Idiot! Idiot!
A bit more... A bit more...
"Hide -> box take off ->"
Good luck.
Right, Sofia, I saw that you were counting there.
How many words did you add your instruction up to?
"Whistle a bit of Summ..."
Right. We've heard tell that students these days
are suffering in math, and here's our proof.
And Sussie, you've gone to Kunskapsskolan. [The Knowledge School]
How many words did your instruction have?
I don't know. How many were there? Tell me.
Four. Four of them. I thought the spy section would be the tricky part,
but none of you even managed to assemble an instruction of five words.
For our nation's safety, I hope the rest raise the bar.
We'll have to see about that. Here are the secret agents Anis and Annika.
He's still here. That's the only thing we can't
allow, that he'd leave before getting the message.
This is one of those you sanitise graffiti with, right?
Those goddamn kids, coming here and messing the place up...
Ow!
Ow, ow, ow!
Ah, who puts a goddamn lamp...?!
Is that today's newspaper? Can I take a look? Just gotta check how Hammarby did.
They won. - Congrats.
Ow! Excuse me, hey... Could you just reach me my shoe?
"Calmly remove your bow tie"
You know, you're out walking... - Yeah...
Do you have a band-aid or something? - No, sorry. Sorry. You can have...
Maybe better than nothing. I don't think it was that bad, I just got so scared.
But you're fine?
No, I'm not, actually, but thanks for asking.
"Applaud and nod your head"
Bye.
Ah, this was a little bit more spy-like, I thought.
You pulled a classic, there, with the newspaper.
And Annika, you went for a slightly different strategy, tell us.
I never got into drama school, and this was my second attempt.
We might understand that a bit. Some overacting, maybe,
but flawless otherwise. It was very smart to deliver your message inside the shoe.
Looked like a lamp might've been necessary in
the shoe, but you apparently got the message.
But Marcus is still at large, isn't he?
Yeah... Yes... He sure is.
This is kind of my party trick. I wanted to run a detective agency when I was a kid.
Or, I still want to run one, actually.
Okay.
Good day.
Kiss me. - Sorry?
Kiss me. - Kiss...?
"Do an extremely calm Macarena"
Ah, two men hiding their love under a bridge. How lovely.
Thank you, thank you. - How'd you get this idea?
Like, the crazy thing was, when I had the idea, I was like:
"Ah, dammit, I'm sure everyone's gonna do that."
Like, the last thing I saw when I leaned in was just two sinuses, which...
It was a pretty cold day, so I just had to...
Grit your teeth and consider the nation's safety.
Right. Okay, okay. Some points to go around here, please.
I've looked here at the degree of discretion,
which the whole thing revolved around,
and I give 1 point to the bushy spying fiascos, Sussie and Sofia.
I'm sorry. They didn't even get the instructions right,
so it's impossible to give anything higher.
And Annika maybe made a bit too much of a scene, but still, 3 points.
4 points to the skilled graffiti-sanitiser Anis, who pulled a classic.
But 5 points have to go to the French kisser, Marcus Berggren.
It was nothing, my god. It was a pleasure.
That's something we haven't seen earlier in the world of spying.
But as you know, anything can happen and everything
can change, because it's time for the finale.
Right, the time has come for the finale.
Sofia Dalén, kindly read the letter with the instructions.
"Get as many forks as possible into your bucket. Most forks in the bucket wins."
"You may only throw one fork after a full 360-degree spin in your office chair."
"You have 60 seconds. Your time starts on David's signal."
So, your bucket is the one with your colour on.
You spin one lap, and then take one piece of cutlery
and throw it. Everyone does this at the same time,
for 60 seconds, which start at the whistle...
So, spinning, then throwing. - No!
Sofia's went to Anis.
Spinning, then throwing. - No, what am I doing?!
No, I gave one to you, Sussie.
But how the hell... - First spin, then throw.
Sussie's got one, Anis has got one. 10 seconds left.
One at a time, right. One at a time...
Five, four, three, two, one...
I hit yours! - But I got one in yours.
Come back, and we'll hand out some points for this.
Right, then. Time to see who wins tonight.
Right. Annika didn't get any forks. - One, with Sussie.
And Sussie's happy about that, I presume.
Because thanks to that, Sussie got one fork in her bucket,
and everyone else got a fork in their bucket. Everyone except Annika.
So 3 points for everyone except Annika, who gets 1 point for attendance.
Aw, how sweet! - Pschaw.
This means that we find, in fourth place, Sofia, 15 points.
Split third place: Marcus and Annika, with 16 points each.
Sussie steps up to 18 points,
but Anis, with these 3 points, gets 19 points, and wins tonight's show!
Come on up! A doubly-signed pin for you!
Come on, people! Come on!
And what have we learned on tonight's show?
That every yoghurt tower follows the laws of physics.
You never know what's inside a dramaten-bag.
And kisses can contain hidden messages. See you next week at 20:00. Bye!
Swedish text: Linda Eriksson, Iyuno-SDI Group för SVT. Translation: DangBream