"E-mails From my Heart" is the first single from Thomas Ditlev's album.
Your new album is out today.
Two years in the pipeline. Has it been tough?
Not nearly as tough as getting my girlfriend to marry me.
- Right, you're getting married soon. - To the most gorgeous woman.
I know you'd like to play a song that means a lot to her.
Stay tuned. Thomas Ditlev will be with us until the weather forecast.
Here comes the sunshine!
THE REUNION 2 The Funeral
Step it up, Andreas!
There must be an easier way to die.
Great, you brought water.
Okay.
Torben Tool's coming to the bachelor party as well.
- I've hired the craziest stripper. - Isn't that tacky?
Christmas has presents, Easter has eggs -
- bachelor nights have strippers. Don't mess with tradition.
I can't believe he's getting married. If only I would find someone.
- Can we be sappy and run? - I gotta take a leak.
Thomas, guess who I'm pissing on.
I give it one, two, three, four stars.
Can we go, or do you need to take a crap, too?
Yes! It's my label. The reviews are in.
Hey! Give me the good news.
No good reviews at all?
Hell, Thomas. Focus on Lærke.
- You're getting married. - Yeah, great.
- Can we have your autograph? - Don't touch that.
Someone pissed on him.
Cousin Bjørn goes there ...
- Stop Googling yourself. - I'm surfing porn.
- Forget the stupid reviews. - I wish I could. But this!
- Get a grip! - Sorry!
It's okay.
Niels ... Niels?
Hurry!
- Andreas. What's up? - How do I look? Be honest.
- I've got a date. - Good for you.
I'm going speed dating with 25 single women.
- Do I go old school? Hi, I'm Andreas. - Niels.
Or more like ... What's up? Andreas.
- Don't you get name tags? - Right. So you just tick them off.
Close your eyes. Open. Close.
Open. Close.
So are you like ... Yes! Or I think not.
- The first one. - Okay, yes?
I jotted down a few notes about myself. What do you think?
- Are they okay? - I'm going home now.
- It was very nice to meet you. - What's up? Andreas.
- No, the other one's better. - Niels.
Dad!
I'm fine, Andreas.
Bye then. Nice to meet you.
- Your dad has my scarf. - It's Tina's scarf.
That's disgusting!
Well, drive carefully.
Was that a Barbie band-aid on your dad's balls?
- Should I include my mom's illness? - No, don't get into that.
You're right. I'll skip straight to her death. It is speed dating.
- The game's on. You going? - Right. I wanna get a good seat.
- No hairs sticking out of my ear? - You look sharp.
Bye, Jette.
- Two measly stars. - Thomas!
Sorry, babe. I just don't get -
- why a bunch of four-eyed morons get to decide if I'm good enough.
- Let's just stop. - I only get two stars for this, too'?
- If you'd just focus - You never take this long.
- I must be doing something wrong. - This is a joke.
Unbelievable!
Alright, I'll hand out your results now.
Here you go. Good luck.
Hope you find love. There you go.
- I think there's been a mistake. - Why?
- No one ticked off my name. - Then no one wants to see you again.
- None of the 25 woman want me? - I'm afraid not.
You must have miscast them then. I'm not the Elephant Man!
What? Hey, what's going on?
I'm not smart enough? Not rich or tall enough?
Not bad boy enough? What the fuck?
You want gender quotas, equal rights and ... well, fuck me!
- Please leave now. - You bet!
Thanks for a great night!
Thanks for fuck all!
Hey, there's Torben Tool. He worms his way in everywhere.
- He's going to Thomas' bachelor ... - Shit! Sorry.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
How did the two of you meet anyway? Through work?
- At a seminar. - Right.
- Niels. - I know.
Why do we call him Torben Tool? I haven't got a clue. We just do.
It's tacky, I know.
- Niels ... - Pass the ball!
- What's the score? - Nil-nil. It's a mess.
- You were saying? - Oh, never mind.
That was close.
- Bachelor night! - Henrik, my man!
Great to see you.
- Yo, assholes! - Yo!
Nice wheels.
- Look at him go. - Hey, guys.
Torben, great to see you.
Hey, don't trip over my dick. You old son of a bitch.
- How did your speed dating go? - Fine.
Girlfriends and relationships are so overrated.
- Know what really matters? - What?
Friendships. Friends matter.
Oh, come on, Torben! They're coming!
You didn't even look at them.
Fine. I'll look at them again. Very nice.
- I'm sick of this. - Did I look at them wrong?
- Your head isn't in this wedding. - But my heart is.
Give me the rings. Okay. Describe them.
- They're round. - It's a tricky time to surprise them.
- Let's do it some other day. - Let's go.
- I spent two years on that album! - Do you love me? Then show me!
How?
Surprise!
It's an unexpected surprise! Your bachelor night, Thomas.
Thomas is my best friend. I'll make sure you get the old Thomas back.
It's like when kids are hurt, you need to distract them to make it go away.
Let's go.
Ready, boys?
Lighten up, Thomas. Don't get married in a sulk.
- Know my little friend? - Who's she?
- Gitte Hein. - The most influential music blogger.
We'll get her to say the critics had their heads up their asses.
- Then all your worries will be gone. - Why would she do that?
Gitte is really ... into men, you know?
If you're nice to her, maybe she'll be nice to Mr. Kangaroo Man.
- Hell, I can't. - Why not?
- I'm getting married. - That's right, Torben.
Let me just text her.
One message.
See that?
Did you just flirt with me? Look, it's not gonna happen.
I'm out with the boys, so don't get the wrong impression.
I'm a complete no-go.
- Get ready for a strike. - What was that all about?
- She's a lousy bowler. - And?
It's a complete turn-off.
- The stripper's on her way. - Here?
- She can't strip here. - It's gonna be awesome.
We're bowling, and suddenly there's tits and ass all over the pins.
- Six large beers. - Coming up.
- Niller! How's life? - I'm not talking to you.
- Why not? - You're a son of a bitch.
I know. It's messed up.
All I can say is I'm really sorry. Sorry.
- Sorry. - Don't apologize to me.
You know Thomas. Don't encourage him to sleep with a music blogger.
I was just trying to help.
That's what friends are for.
Phewy! I thought Niels had found out about me and Jette.
- You banged Jette? - Torben? You're next, Tool.
- Torben banged Jette? - I think so.
- Did you tell Niels? - Why upset him?
- We have to tell him. - Want to tell Torben's wife too?
Let Jette decide.
If we know that Torben banged Jette, we have to ...
You're not talking about my Jette, I hope.
My lips are sealed. Let Jette tell him.
Tell me what?
- Jette banged Torben. - Or Torben banged Jette.
We don't know where. In a bed, in a car or on a table? We don't know.
- Torben! - He went to the john.
I know you're mad, but don't ruin Thomas' bachelor night.
I'm gonna kick his ass!
- At least let him out of the john. - Stop, Niels!
- Don't kick his ass in the john. - It's like gunning a guy in the back.
Besides, we don't know how much he banged her.
Torben, get out! I can see you.
- Maybe he's constipated. - I hope it kills him!
- You don't wish that on anyone. - He fucked my wife!
Torben. Out of paper?
Torben? Are you okay?
Torben!
He's faking it.
- Could we have done anything? - Heart failure happens in minutes.
If you'd let Niels kick his ass, he'd be alive now.
It's someone called Gitte.
She can leave a message.
This is the second-worst bachelor night I've ever been to.
TORBEN THIESEN'S FUNERAL YOU LEFT US FAR TOO SOON
Niels.
All I can do is keep telling you over and over how much I love you.
- Where are you going? - To bury a guy Mom's been ...
... to a seminar with.
You should be the one to go. You're much more familiar with Torben Tool.
It didn't mean anything. It was stupid of me.
Well, bad for you Or was it good for you?
You tell me. Was it? Was he good?
- Dad, they're coming. - Already?
I just saw Andreas' car.
Get on the bus!
We have to drop this off on our way back. Hi, Jette.
I'll wait in the car.
- Bye, dear. - Bye, Dad.
I know it sucks. But bury all this shit along with Torben and forget it.
- Forget it'? - Look at the upside.
At least the guy who fucked your wife is dead.
- Does Malene know about ... - Torben's wife? I doubt it.
- What? - Let's go.
- We're going, and you're not dressed. - I'm not coming.
- Don't you start too! - My wedding is tomorrow.
It's because Torben's mom asked him to sing at the funeral.
Still upset about the crappy reviews?
- I haven't slept. My voice is gone. - And so what? Niels is going.
Even though Torben fucked the shit out of Jette for hours.
It's just so he gets the picture. On your feet, Thomas.
- I'm not singing. - It's your friend's funeral.
I'll make him sing. He just needs some cheering up.
- On our way to a funeral? - I'll think of something.
- Back on the road again. - Oh, I'm having a ball.
Hey, at least we're still breathing.
Is he being cremated or buried?
He got third-degree burns as a kid, so I'm guessing buried.
- No, Thomas doesn't want to ... - ls the bass too low?
No, I love that heavy groove ...
- I guess that's the drums, but still. - Maybe a little too low.
- Andreas' speakers are crap. - I don't think so.
- They are. - You just got new ones.
Shut up! The guy's self-esteem is low enough as it is.
You think it sounds like shit too?
Forget it! I won't discuss it with amateurs.
- Three packs of Viagra? - Special deal. 3 for the price of 2.
- I didn't know you had problems. - I don't. But I want to be prepared.
- So find someone to use them with. - They're good for jerking off, too.
- You jerk off in the car? - Since when is that against the law?
- Is Jette coming to the wedding? - I don't know, and I don't care.
- How could she do it? - Maybe she was horny.
- Maybe she felt neglected. - Jette's neither horny nor neglected.
- Then I'm out of ideas. - Look, I shave my balls.
We both shop and take care of the kids, I go to IKEA with a smile -
- I assemble the wardrobes, and I handle our financial affairs.
I bake organic bread, and I finally got a handle on that Paleo dough.
I notice when she's been to the hairdresser, even if it's just a trim.
- How about your sex life? - I go down on her just as much.
Statistically, she's had more orgasms than me.
But do you claim her? Like a man. Do you take her?
Do you rough her up? Who's your daddy!
- Who's your daddy? - Shit. We forgot flowers.
How can I help you?
We want some flowers for a guy who pissed all over an old friendship.
A deceased.
How about a wreath?
Looks like a giant asshole. We'll take it.
- Any special flowers? - Hyacinths.
- With these maybe? - They don't really mix.
- Says who? - It's common flower esthetics.
- So now I can't mix flowers either? - You're good at music, others are ...
- Let the flower expert decide. - You decide.
- She's cute. - She's a redhead.
- So? - She avoids the sun. I love the sun.
- Damn, you make it hard for yourself. - I'll be stark naked on the beach.
She'll be putting on sun screen in the shade and still get burnt.
And then it's: Don't touch my boobs. Don't touch my bum. Goodbye sex life.
- Any text on the ribbon? - "Thanks for fucking my wife."
Maybe he did fuck Jette for 10 min, but he was your friend for 20 years.
And I always wear a bike helmet, but 5 min without can ruin everything.
- Will you write ...? - Sure.
Not your autograph. The message for Torben.
I'm confused now. You didn't ask for his autograph, did you?
- No. - Okay. Go ahead.
Do you remember Torben's tool?
Why did we call him Torben Tool?
- Andreas, you had P.E. with him. - Well, how big was it ...
This is Torben's dick.
No, Kenneth's. Why didn't we call him Torben Tool?
- What was it like? - I don't remember.
Imagine you're in the shower with him. What do you see?
- Nothing. His back's turned. - So turn him around.
- He's turning around. - And?
Nothing. Torben's dick is gone from my memory.
I bet it was perfectly normal. No bigger than anyone else's.
No... Torben, don't! Oh, come on. No, Torben!
Torben, I'm married to Niels ...
Sorry.
The more you make fun of your pain, the quicker you get over it.
True dat.
Now it's funny.
That was a shitty thing to do.
I choked on it. Hell, I know what it was like for Jette now.
Is he asleep?
So, did you cheer him up yet?
What the hell?
Calm down.
What the fuck is going on?
- Yo! - Easy now, Jesper.
What's the deal? Is that the stripper?
- It's a great opportunity. - A stripshow en route to the funeral?
- It'll cheer Thomas up. - How can tits and ass cheer him up?
- You're being stupid now. - Why did they invite us?
- They took pity. - On Thomas?
On you. I told them you were a disabled Afghanistan vet.
Thomas, your bachelor night is on.
- Why am I the cripple? - Thomas is a star, they saw me walk.
- You're the most credible cripple. - Put him down here.
You okay there, soldier?
It's a Thai stripper! Lucky us. If only Torben were here.
The clown has landed!
If Jette really loved me, she wouldn't have done it.
- You don't cheat if you love someone. - Remember the reunion?
- I didn't do anything. - Puke stopped you, not love.
The panties are coming off ... or whatchamacallit.
- If I choose to stay with Jette ... - Did you see that?
How will I know, if Jette has chosen me -
- or if she just says she loves me because Torben is out of the picture.
- The trust is gone. - So give her a chance to regain it.
I have to be both betrayed and forgiving? It's unfair.
This is insane! Where the hell does she keep it?
Cut it out!
She's bombarding me with crap. We're trying to talk here!
Don't talk when we're watching a stripper!
The man is traumatized! She shoots, and he panics.
It's okay to be sad, but don't ever let yourself become bitter.
No, don't stop now!
- Thomas didn't even see the confetti. - Andreas, stop.
Let her go.
Hey, I feel much better already. Your words really helped.
It's unfair to make me pay. You saw much more than us percentagewise.
- Can I have your autograph? - Sure.
- There. - Thanks.
Man, is he depressed.
He's not gonna sing.
- Niller, give a speech instead. - To a man who slept with my wife? No!
- You say a few words. - No.
You know me. I'll start crying.
Niller, what's more shocking than the death of a friend?
Your own death. Get in!
When you've looked death in the eye, you don't give a shit about reviews.
We'll give him a near-death experience. Buckle up.
- Near-death? He thinks we'll hit him. - Tomato-tomato.
Stop!
Okay. I think he's ready to sing at the funeral now.
Did your life flash before your eyes?
Are you okay, Thomas?
I just did it to rekindle your love of life.
- By killing a hare? - Get up.
My voice is gone. And it's all your fault.
- It was a hare. - And it hit me in the throat.
If this is permanent, I'm finished.
Forget your career for now and focus on Torben.
Just sing. Don't worry what it sounds like.
Have you seen Malene?
My condolences. I'm sorry for your loss. So unfair.
- Have you seen Malene? - Don't tell her.
Why should she mourn that undeserving prick?
Sit down.
We're gathered here today to say goodbye to Rigmor.
- Rigmor? - Another one of Torben's lays, I bet.
Excuse me, but this Rigmor ... Is she in the coffin?
- Yes, of course. - Rigmor enjoyed a good, long life.
- With Torben? - Torben?
To know this fabulous 97-year-old woman.
A woman who ...
Rigmor was a content woman who read her daily newspaper.
And every day ...
What's going on?
Torben's funeral isn't until two. Sorry, but I wept on the invitation.
Now what?
Let's go sit with Torben and say goodbye before it's his turn.
- I can't sing. - You'll do fine.
- No, my voice is a mess. - So give a speech instead.
- No, I can't. - Great entertainers sing and talk.
- I'm no entertainer. I'm a singer. - Not anymore, apparently.
- My life's ruined! - So is mine!
Hey, what about Torben? That's what I call a ruined life.
- Niels, what are you doing? - Well, you don't remember it.
- No way! - Just a quick peek.
- Are you insane? That's sacrilege. - I have to see the size of it.
Dammit. If it'll set his mind at ease.
Dammit, Niels!
You're gonna have to unzip to see it.
I'll keep watch.
- Is it stiff? As in dead? - I'm not impressed.
I know it's dead, but it's no showstopper.
Thomas, come and see.
- Hello. - What the hell is that?
No, the funeral's today, the Wedding's tomorrow.
Okay, so what do you suggest?
- I understand. - Some kind of rash or a sore?
Maybe it's VD.
Or livor mortis, or the undertaker got it caught in the zipper.
- You're my manager. Do something. - What the fuck, Thomas?
Don't you see? I can't get over it.
The minister's coming!
Keep her out!
Guys!
It's very unfortunate. Yes, I've seen a doctor.
- Why did you have to see his dick? - Why didn't you keep watch?
A broken nose and a concussion. I'm going to hospitalize her.
- But she's got a funeral at two. - It will have to wait until tomorrow.
- We'll bury him tomorrow at ten. - What happened?
- The Holy Ghost was your best shot? - You think of something better?
- Let's just say goodbye to Torben. - I can't. My wedding is tomorrow.
I know, but if we skip coffee and go straight home, we can make both.
- I can't put my own wedding at risk. - I'm gonna give Malene the wreath.
- We promised to be pallbearers. - I'll tell Lærke we're on our way.
- Hello. It's me. - Hi. How's it going?
- I just called to make you happy. - Oh, about what?
Hello ...Thomas?
- You wanted to make me happy? - Well, happy may be overdoing it.
We've had a minor setback.
- I'm gonna give Malene the wreath. - Don't tell her! Stop that.
I do understand. Promise me to be here on time, baby.
Sure. What more could possibly go wrong?
- I don't get it. - Andreas is right. We can't bail.
- I thought you were glad not to sing. - My voice is much better.
Things have not gone according to plans -
- but it seems someone wanted it that way.
It would mean a lot to Malene and me -
- if you'd all stay for the funeral tomorrow.
If you've come a long way, you're welcome to stay the night here.
- Thomas, I know you have ... - Don't worry about it.
Of course I'll stay and sing for Torben.
- I'll check us into a hotel. - No, don't.
One final boys' night out before you get married, and Niller gets divorced.
We have to stay here. Anything else would be self-indulgent.
Such a tragedy. Torben always gave so much to others.
- Cock. - I beg your pardon?
Has Malene seemed unhappy about anything lately?
Before Torben died, I mean.
Isn't that Andreas?
Good to see you.
We're all grief-stricken by Torben's death and in emotional turmoil.
Let's not do something we'll regret. Let's keep our distance.
Go over there, and I'll stay here.
A little further. It's just that ...
Go over there.
Dear Torben. You were a warm and loving man. Thanks for being there.
- Don't make me sick. - Sometimes good people do bad things.
He shouldn't have banged my wife. Give me that.
- Thanks for bang... - Don't write that, Niels!
- Banging... - Hi, Malene.
Banging me on the head. Go on. That old prank.
Torben always banged Torben on the head. "Yo, asshole."
- I hope he wasn't too rough. - No. Niels loved it.
- Do you want her to live on a lie? - What's in it for you?
If she won't put flowers on his grave, it won't save your relationship.
Thomas, come here.
Is that Gitte? You're up to something.
- I just want to talk to her. - What about?
Torben. Why?
Because she just left.
This funeral is a drag.
- I need to do something for him. - I hate it when you say that.
Relax. Let's go to the hunting room.
Comfy?
Groomsie first. Here you go.
- Beer'n'cheeseballs is the surprise? - In a minute.
- This is insane. - It's gonna be great.
Congrats, Thomas. Cheers.
- What the hell's keeping them? - Did you give them the right address?
Sure.
Okay, Thomas. Here goes.
Andreas, these two women say you hired them.
Yes. Thomas is getting married, you see.
He needs cheering up, so we took the liberty of getting beer'n'cheeseballs.
Move!
Okay. Take it away, girls!
What is this, a talk show?
Andreas, they already performed.
- What? - We just danced upstairs.
Are you insane? Upstairs is mourning and canapés?
- They don't understand Danish. - Unbelievable!
Three times I've paid strippers that Thomas hasn't seen. What the fuck?
- Andreas! - Strip or I'll shoot!
I'm gonna cheer up Thomas!
- Fuck! - Thomas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
- I'm just trying to cheer you up. - So shoot again and see if it works!
I've never seen you like this before.
- What did you do? - I bumped my head.
Oh, on a fake boob?
- So Gitte can't stay for the funeral? - She's just going to a concert.
Great! Great for her.
It was shockingly vulgar. Oil dripping everywhere.
Vibrating buttocks, and they shoved their big bosoms in your face.
I never saw such big bosoms.
Guys. Andreas is right.
Let's treat me to a bachelor night. Let's live it up.
- For Torben's sake. - If Torben's coming, I'm not.
- Niels, you need to even the score. - You want him to fuck around now?
It's easier to forgive, if you've had your hands in the cookie jar.
- Forgiveness through revenge? - You make it sound like punishment.
Let's go.
Kato! He just got a six-star review for his computer crap.
Isn't this awesome?
Do I have to score on Torben's level, or can she be hotter?
Let's find someone who's interested first.
Isn't that Gitte?
- Yes. She'll be my vengeance. - No, don't be stupid.
It's perfect. Torben said she craved attention, remember?
- What? - The speed dating girl.
She's perfect for Niels. I'll get him.
She rejects me, so Niller gets to have her to forgive Jette?
Exactly.
Niels! Don't even the score with Gitte.
- Why not? - She's a funeral guest. It's tacky.
- So am I. - Alright. Let me pave the way then.
I'll pitch you while you go get some drinks.
You're a good friend. I'm sorry, if I ...
Don't worry about it.
Niels, look after the rings. I don't want to forget them at the funeral.
Tell her I have good hands and that I built our carport myself.
Hey! What a coincidence.
- It's so sad about Torben. - I really miss him.
- We haven't met. Thomas. - Gitte.
- It's so sad about Torben. - You just said so.
- It's just that I found him, you see. - Just put your CD in my bag.
How about we listen to it together?
- It's hard being on top. - Your rejection crap is pathetic.
- So is your even the score crap. - Oh, shut up.
He made you best man?
Have you got a minute? Right now, if you're a good friend.
I have to deal with this.
- Did you tell her about the carport? - Let's hear Andreas out.
- Why is Niels best man? - I drew lots.
- I'm doing my best to cheer you up. - Fuck me. I'm just a cuckold.
- Is that why? - Be an adult and give him the rings.
I'm gonna take a leak.
I felt compelled to make a sincere album ...
I'll be right with you. And personal ...
- A CD ... - Save it.
- Maybe we could ... - No, we couldn't.
I have to get this. It's my manager.
- Hi, baby. - Why are you whispering?
Am I? Well, the general mood here is pretty depressed, you know.
I don't know where to seat my cousin Bjørn.
- Next to Paul from your work? - No, that's too close to your aunt.
Why did you even invite him?
How's your voice?
- Get your clothes when you're done! - Torben's mom is crying really loud.
I'd better go comfort her.
What the fuck, Thomas? This isn't Roskilde Festival.
Roskilde ...
They even took your underwear and tried to rape you?
No.
- They were transvestites? - No, gypsies. From down south.
I think you fucked Gitte.
- Is that your how you pave the way? - No.
So that's why you wanted to stay and suddenly wanted to go out as well?
- You weren't even going to the john! - She can save my career!
Don't bang her the day before your wedding, when we're trying to help.
You only want to help to forget your own problems.
You're scared shitless that nobody wants you.
No, Andreas! Where are you going?
Thomas, you have to make it up to him.
Hello!
Andreas ...
- Sorry. - Andreas!
Andreas, come on.
I found him.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
- You aren't fine in a grave. - So how are you then?
- You're unhappy. - Why do you want me to be unhappy?
That pisses me off!
Just because you fucked up your life doesn't mean I can't feel okay.
- None of the 20 girls wanted me. - I thought you said there were 25.
- I'm going to die lonely. - You'll find someone.
Why didn't anyone tick me off then?
You have to eat a lot of no's for the main course to get a yes for dessert.
If you quit eating, you won't get anything.
For dessert? What a crappy metaphor. Andreas, get up here.
You're a great friend and a terrific dad. Everything's gonna be okay.
- Let's go! - Run!
Run, Thomas!
I hope it doesn't bite him in the sack.
- I want my clothes. - No, Thomas.
Sit down and relax.
- Look, she can save my career. - I'll get your clothes, Thomas.
Hi. I came to get Thomas' clothes.
Did you know Torben was the national 1978 pommel horse champion?
Hey, look what Torben left us.
Getting bit by a dog turned out to be fun.
Weed hits me in a bad way. I get tired for days afterwards.
You should have thought of that before.
Where are the car keys? Gitte is wild, and I can't get it up.
Why am I not surprised?
Stop it, Niels.
I'm doing it to forgive Jette.
Hey, Niels!
- Bring back some snacks. - Good idea.
Hey, Niels!
- Play her my CD. - Good idea.
Hey, Niels ... Who's your daddy!
- I'm stuck. - Not again.
- Again? - Spasms. Let it go limp.
- That's gonna take some time. - We need oil.
Hi.
- What are you doing? - Playing zebra.
- Can I play? - Sorry. Only two can play this.
- You ought to be in bed. - The zebra's ill.
That may be, but you're making a racket. Go to bed.
Right, left, right, left ...
Back up.
Nice and easy. Right, left, right, left ...
- Stop! - Damn!
Take it easy.
Making oatmeal balls?
I'm looking forward to hearing you sing at the funeral tomorrow.
- Bon appétit. - Did you play her my CD?
Why is Gitte looking forward to hearing me sing?
- I don't know. Let's focus on Torben. - Sure.
Just sing, and everything will be fine. Damn, I'm tired.
- Jesus Christ. - What do they put in those pills?
- Some kind of starch, I guess. - Look, this just won't do.
We expect life to be as painless as possible.
And so it feels almost unfair when it doesn't turn out like we expected.
We are hurt and angry -
- but if we succumb to bitterness, we may forget what matters most.
What the hell?
Torben doesn't want us to feel stuck.
He wants us to move on.
No matter how hard it is.
The bereaved have asked Torben's old friend Thomas -
- to sing a hymn.
I've decided to sing a song off my new album -
- that Torben was very fond of. To quote him:
The critics must have had their heads up their asses when they heard it.
- If we are to hear you sing ... - I'll sing now.
- Thomas has had some vocal problems. - It's okay, Niels.
- I'm good. - What's up with his pants?
You're gonna ruin your wedding. You've been up here for ages.
And he isn't even in the ground yet.
- Wait! - It's hard, but we must say goodbye.
- Thomas ... - Let's just say our goodbyes.
Lord, grant upon Torben eternal rest.
- We have a problem. - I know. We're running late.
- No. We have to stop the minister. - Shut up!
Put yourself in my shoes!
- Think of Thomas. - I'm sick of always being the idiot.
Why must we consider Thomas' feelings? His crap album got crap reviews.
And so what?
Torben Tool fucked my wife, but who considers my feelings?
- No ... - Coffee is served at the estate.
- Let's go. We won't be missed. - The rings are under the coffin.
Andreas must have dropped them.
- We can't get it up. - Where is Andreas?
Come on.
Down the hatch.
More.
Drink. I'll get some more.
Niels.
- I'm really sorry, Malene. - I don't care what Torben did.
I'd rather spend my life with him. I'd kick his ass and get over it.
Sure.
- Let Torben rest in peace. - Sure.
I can't hold it!
This is so unfair.
- Someone's coming. Now what? - Damn!
We didn't get to say our goodbyes, so this is our last chance.
I can't take it anymore!
- He was a ventriloquist. - He means that I'm a ventriloquist.
- I can't take it anymore. - Niels, what's going on?
Niels, what's going on?
Be quiet, Thomas.
Niels!
We'll get you up.
The Coffee's working.
- What's going on? - Andreas went to do no. 2.
I'm sick of you guys!
I'm never gonna sing again!
- We'll get you up. - What if the critics are right?
What if I'm not good enough?
Good enough as a musician -
- or good enough as Thomas or as a human being?
Success doesn't define a man.
Lærke would never marry you, if you weren't good enough.
- I bet she's having second thoughts. - Can you blame her?
Run! They called the ...
Get him up! They called the cops!
Thomas, we'll make it. I promise.
- Sheep? - I knew we should've left earlier.
- Will being right make you happy? - Niels, we all screw up. Comfort him.
- He only has himself to blame. - Will that get us there in time? No!
- Are the sheep still out there? Yes. - He should learn from his mistakes.
- Now what? Where is he going? - Get out!
I'm sick of your sanctimonious bullshit! Stay out here and be right.
You can't be serious.
- Yes? - Why punish me for being right?
Wrong, Niller.
Stop! Andreas!
- Stop! I promise to shut up. - Will you keep quiet?
- As a mouse. - Okay, get in.
I wish I was marrying a rock star.
- You're so ready. - I'm so ready.
I left money for pizza.
- Hello. - What?
- I left money. Look after Sarah. - Sure.
- Say hi to Dad. - I will.
You need to go again?
- Toilet paper. The men's was all out. - Thanks.
The men's is often all out ... of soap or toilet paper.
- You're lucky to find a toilet. - And you're lost without paper.
Right. What to do? Do you use your ...
Bye.
We'll make it.
Hurry.
Excuse me ... Sorry.
How about a coffee? Not now. I've had my share, and I'm going to a wedding.
Not my own, but Thomas' and Lærke's.
- I'd like that. - Okay.
- Better now? - Gross, Andreas!
- No! - Niels!
- Andreas, we gotta go. - Not until we find it.
I'm not leaving without that number.
Look, I know it sucks, but we have to get to that wedding.
No, Thomas!
Let's go!
Stop! Go back in! We're here now.
- It's too late. They asked us to go. - What if ...
It's too late.
- Can't we ... - No!
I sure hope you got to sing for your friend.
Any hands? No, bad date.
Who's free on the 28th?
Who's free on the 6th? Anyone?
- We have to find a date. - I'm free after two.
Look, don't be mad at Thomas.
He's riddled with performance anxiety and feels like a huge failure. So ...
Thanks, Andreas.
It's okay.
Gimme gimme
gimme just a little smile.
That's all I ask of you.
Gimme gimme
gimme just a little smile.
We got a message for you.
Sunshine sunshine reggae.
Don't worry, don't hurry. Take it easy.
Sunshine sunshine reggae.
Let the good vibes get a lot stronger.
Gimme gimme
gimme just a little smile.
That's all I ask of you.
Is that too much?
Niels ...
No!
Cheers!
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