My Mum is seducing some young guy. She laughs...
I ask about my kid sister. Her eyes float around her skull:
Your sister is naughty. She's doing a show by the pool in my fur coat.
Like a Lolita, you know.
I slap her and say she's only 11, for God"s sake!
I find her in her room. She's crying and she"s been puking.
She's been drinking. She won"t tell me what happened.
She says it's her own fault, and that Bjarne fondled her breasts.
She hid in her room and some young guy tried to rape her.
It only stopped because she vomited all over him.
I can"t control it.
I tell my Mum that Bjarne groped my sister, and that she has to move.
She says l"m a big liar.
I go downstairs and ask who it was. I say she's only 11.
Nobody answers me. Bjarne tells me to cool down.
Then I notice that a guy has vomit on his T-shirt.
I grab him and hit him again and again. He's hurt. Real bad.
I've tried to be different, but to no avail.
So I got 3 months in jail for assault.
My Mum left Bjarne, but she said it was all my fault.
I've tried to imagine your hand in mine.
I've also tried to imagine kissing you and feeling you close to me.
You're too quick.
I don't like it.
You're right. There's plenty of time.
When I got out, I hooked up with a childhood friend.
I began selling coke. Got addicted. Had to sell more to cover my needs.
We owed some bikers. My friend was busted and got a long sentence.
He didn't rat on me, and I paid our debts to the bikers.
I took the first coaster out of town. I never thought I'd come back.
I've never told this to anybody.
Don't ever lie to me.
No.
So many people lie and tell half-truths.
- Yes. - Don't do that.
No, of course not.
This was why I came back. To meet you.
Really?
I had a life back then. A new life is beginning now.
A life that includes you.
Don't say that.
Why not?
All those words.
They can suddenly hurt you.
You lost somebody.
Who?
He just disappeared.
We were getting married.
I hate people who take drugs.
Promise me you'll never do it again.
I promise.
Your friend that you pushed the drugs with...
- Who was he? - Nobody. A real nobody.
Is his name Frank?
No.
Good.
What's going on? There's always trouble with you junkies.
Shut the fuck up!
Fucking cops!
I don't know who's after us. They said they'd been tipped off.
They didn't find the speed, but they took everything else.
Assholes!
- Hey, you don't fucking do that! - Oh, yes!
- It makes people totally crazy. - Let go, damn it!
It wasn't meant to be like this.
I can't stand it anymore.
And you don't give a shit. You're smoking your brains out.
- I'll cut down, okay? - And I'm waiting for nothing.
Everything's falling apart, can't you see that?
The pig stinks like shit, and the dogs are weird, and...
- I suffocate in here! - Then beat it. Go ahead!
Fuck you!
I love you, honey. You know that.
Do you?
I miss you, Asger.
You were so big when I first met you.
You always had a pack of fags in your sleeve.
It smelled so good.
Whatever became of you?
I asked if you wanted an ice-cream.
- Remember? - Yes.
And I asked if I had to lick it, until it got all sticky.
You were so goddamn hot!
And the speed isn't mine. I just keep it for Frank.
- Frank is fucking dangerous! - You have to go to Christiania.
I'm through with that.
Okay, but first you'll show Hossein how everything works.
It'll be the last time.
- Yes. - The very last time.
I'm having my Mum and sister over for dinner tonight.
- Would you like to come? - I'm not any good with parents.
That's cool. My Mum"s not a very good parent.
But I don't know you very well.
Yes, you do.
You are weird.
Yes.
You're not dead.
No, I don't think so.
That's good.
Isn't it good?
Yes, it is. It's fucking good.
Good, strong Persian tea.
Thanks.
- We call it "chai". - Chai.
A good soldier always thinks of provisions.
Homemade bread, lettuce, tomato, cheese and pickled cucumber.
- Here you go. - Fantastic.
It's good.
You've got something in your moustache.
Sorry.
Now it looks good again, right?
- You look a real immigrant with that. - What?
It's a handsome moustache. It looks good.
- It looks like a black slug. - It looks so good!
- My father had one like this. - He did?
My brother has one. My whole family has a moustache like that.
- That doesn't make it any nicer. - You think it's ugly?
Yes.
It's a very handsome moustache.
When we get there, we go to Axel, the dealer. Make friends with him.
He can fuck up things up for you.
- How are things in Jutland? - Okay. And here?
Okay.
And when we leave, we should look like lovers who bought a few grams.
Then we find a place to remove the dope, catch the train, and that's it.
I invited my brother and his wife to a beautiful place tonight.
- You're coming along. - I am?
- Hello, and welcome. - Thanks.
Hello there.
- She's so sweet, Sis. - Yes, she's beautiful.
- Hello. I'm Allan's mother. - Yes, I know.
- Where's the black slug? - Black slug is gone.
My father is now rolling around in his grave.
I did it for you.
Thank you.
It's so good to see you again.
I missed you a lot... But what I really want to say is...
I suggest we forget about the past. What happened, happened.
Let's put the hassle behind us. Let's start behaving like grown-ups.
- We'll be together like a real family. - Hear, hear!
Cheers!
Hi.
Hi, Tilde, you cosmic pearl.
Rubbing shoulders with the bourgeoisie, are you?
- A bit. - I'm not a bourgeois.
No, Michael, you're the son of an exploiter. They're the worst.
It's a tradition that the sons of the bourgeoisie -
- cavort with the young women of the proletariat. To know the enemy.
- Fuck you, Steso. - Sorry. I'm no good at the moment.
But thanks, anyway.
I hope you all understand -
- that I was always looking for the love that everybody speaks of.
True, genuine love.
But every time I found it, I seemed to lose it again.
Or he didn't want to be with me...
- Sit down, Mum. - That's all I wanted to say.
Climb up.
It's beautiful!
It's because I'm a romantic.
We have a problem with intoxicants in our family, Maja.
- Did Allan mention his coke problem? - Yes.
You do your best and try your best, but...
Don't drink any more, Mum.
It's not every day your big boy presents a new, lovely girlfriend.
Allan?
- Can't you stay a bit longer? - No.
- I'd like to go home now. - Of course.
Don't get up! I'll find my own way out.
Sorry.
I'm losing it, Tilde.
I'm scared, I'm so fucking scared.
And you can't be a scared junkie. It's really too pathetic.
- One mustn't become pathetic. - No, never.
No.
Will you help me quit? Will you, Tilde?
- Quit totally. - Yes, I'd like to.
- I don't want to die. - No.
Will you marry me?
No.
I thought you were entering the banal phase.
- The what? Thomas! - It's psychology for beginners.
First you have the oral phase, then the anal phase -
- and then the banal phase, right?
First you think you're a very special individual.
You're different, more profound, more spiritual than other people.
Then comes the banal phase. Once you've lived that, you know -
- that you're no fucking better than anybody else. You're expendable.
You're quite ordinary. You'll die, you'll be buried, eaten by worms -
- be forgotten by posterity like all other mortals out there.
Once you know that, you've grown up.
And grown-ups marry. Will you marry me, Tilde?
Because we missed the train. Yes...
We'll take a later train, then.
Yes.
Yes, see you later.
I should have warned you.
You did.
Yes, I guess so.
Can I trust you?
Yes, you can.
Great evening.
Can you lift it a bit? And stand still!
- Stand goddamn still! - Yes... Is it okay?
- Yes. Pull those tits up. - Jesus, man!
- Good! - Do I look like a real person now?
- Like this. - Good. Stand still now!
The tattoo is finished. The pig can go out now.
- Beautiful, isn't it? - Damn beautiful.
- Don't move now! - Makes me want some crackling!
I thought you took the night train.
We missed it. I told you.
- Everything okay? - Fine. It's all in the bag.
I haven"t exactly told Frank that I was interested.
So Frank will have to tell me.
I just have to take it. There"s nothing to do. L"ve been there before.
What the fuck are you up to, Frank? Enough's enough.
What's happening to your face, man? You're even more ugly now.
- I think you'll lose your job. - What should I do?
- Pay your fucking debts! - I owe you nothing.
You owe me everything, and you know it! You're no better than me!
Say it! You're a self-righteous prick!
You're no better than me.
Okay.
- What do you want me to do? - Sit down.
You go to Germany and pick up that amph.
And then we're done?
How much?
- 50 kilos. - Are you crazy?
Listen, I'm expanding. This is big business.
All dealers get it from one place. My place!
The bikers love the idea as long as they get their 20%.
- What happened? - Fuck that! Are you in?
- Hell no. It'll cost me 12 years. - You won't get caught.
Frank. I'm through with that.
I'm out, do you understand?
Listen, you're the only one I ever cared for.
I talked to your girlfriend today.
Or so-called ex-girlfriend.
I got the feeling she doesn't want to see you again.
Maja.
Maja!
She's a sweet girl, Allan. And she was sweet back then, too.
Back then? What the fuck are you talking about, Frank?
When she used to hang out here.
Back then. When your little angel came here.
She really dug into the stuff.
She wasn't addicted, you know. Like this, you know.
But she dug in.
She had this boyfriend called Leif.
Scaffolder-Leif. He was a scaffolder. Don't you remember him?
He helped me out with small things, so I gave him a lot of speed.
He got deeper and deeper into it. He was crazy about her.
Leif really loved the chick, but he was weak.
So he got more and more hooked. The girl wanted him to stop.
But I didn't. I still needed him, so I gave him lots more.
Then I knew where to find him. Well, one day he fell down.
He fell off the scaffolding, man. And died.
Maja, I have nothing to do with him.
- Go away, Allan. - He just thinks so.
- I haven't seen him for three years. - Get out!
So the chick got pissed off, and for a whole year -
- she came here, dressed in black, and sat at the table down there -
- lighting small candles and staring into them.
You know what you are? You're a loser! Just like the rest of them.
I guess it was grief. Or something.
That's how it is, Allan. With love.
Methadone's good. You have to move around in order to make it work.
I can feel it now. Exercise and drugs. Now it's working!
This is brilliant. One ought to write books about it.
- Thomas. - Tilde.
The money.
Hello! Where are you, man? Allan! Wake up!
Is the deal on?
- Is it? - Yes.
It's a fucking fortune. And I borrowed the money.
You look after it! It's not mine.
Okay? Hello?
- Hello. - Okay, Allan?
We'll party when you get back. This is for the road.
It's very simple. We deliver, you sell.
But some of my clients want the good shit...
Listen, we deliver, and you sell.
- But I can still go to Copenhagen... - We deliver! Are you deaf, man?
I'm thinking of quitting. Look at this...
Take a look at the pictures. They're right here.
I'd like to be a tattooist. It's an old dream.
What do you think?
If you ever tattoo anything alive, I'll kneecap you.
- Leave the tattoos to somebody else. - Why?
Because those are the fucking rules from now.
I'm finished.
- I'm goddamn finished. - No, you're not.
- What would I do without you? - I don't know.
We never do things together anymore.
No.
We could go to the beach, walk the dogs.
You could make a lunch basket, like it used to be.
Yes, why not?
- And Hossein could come, too. - Yes.
- Why? - Well, I kind of owe him.
Have a schnapps.
Cheers!
- It's strange with you, Hossein. - With me?
You're always around. Here and there and everywhere.
But nobody knows what you're really doing.
The war taught me one thing. You can only trust yourself.
You learned that in the war?
- But there's no war here. - Stop it, Asger.
What do you mean?
- You've gone too far. - Asger, shut up.
- Too far? - Yes, you've gone too far.
Hossein? Gone too far?
Hossein owns all of us. Did you know that, honey?
What are you talking about?
Hossein lends people money. And his interest is just below the rest.
They all go to him.
He knows them all. Plays them out against each other.
And if they go against him, they regret it.
Right?
He's a Paki with a war trauma who acts like a biker.
And now he's screwing you, honey.
The price for screwing my girl is 58,000.
That's what I owe, right?
Yes.
You owe him money?
What the fuck are you doing?
Asger, what are you doing?
What are you up to? Stop that! Don't!
What the hell are you doing? Stop that shit!
What the hell are you doing? Stop it!
Psychopaths!
Did you really think I meant to shoot you?
It's much too dangerous. Although you damn well deserve it.
But I just don't want junkie dogs.
Asger, don't do that!
Asger, stop it!
Don't!
Frank? Allan speaking. Great...
Meet me on the bridge, okay? Yes, now.
Maybe I should have stayed away.
Maybe I wasn"t meant to come back.
Maybe everything is pre-destined.
Not the cleverest place to meet.
Allan, you're home, man.
You made it. You're free.
Come on, now!
Are you insane?
Listen... Hello! Take it easy, man.
Give me the other one. Cool it! We'll forget it all.
Just give me the other one.
- This one? - Yes. Take it easy, man!
What are you doing? You asshole! You fucking bitch! I'll cut you up.
You're fucking crazy! Come here!
Stay there! You stay fucking put!
For some reason I thought of the time we souped up his moped.
It could go 60 miles an hour -
- and he came back from the first trip with red cheeks.
Fucking cunt! I'll kill you!
Free dope in the harbour!
Steso!
It's wild, man. Good you're here. The harbour, you know...
It's full of speed. We just have to fish it out. Come on, man.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
You stay put.
Listen, you saw what happened, right?
It wasn't my fault. You saw what happened. I have to owe you, man.
Mum? Dad?
Mum?
Ex-junkie. Retired drug addict.
Support groups with whining morons.
Insomnia. A fork-lift truck certificate paid by the Council -
- if you don"t relapse. They are all so very proud.
No thanks. That just isn"t me.
He would kill me. I was sure of that.
I waited two days for him. But he didn't turn up.
Frank had disappeared. He'd simply vanished.
Thomas, for God's sake.
Thomas, come on. Thomas, come...
Thomas, come on, now.
Thomas!
Thomas, come on. Wake up.
Thomas.
Thomas!
- Hi. - Hi.
I heard what you did.
- Would you like some coffee? - No.
I just wanted to see that you were okay.
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