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the party
It's Christian. I'm here.
I arrived this morning.
Sorry?
Did I wash myself? No, did shave though, at the airport.
I shaved at the airport.
Good. I'm watching the landscape.
From my father. It's beautiful here.
I wish I could live here again. But that's impossible.
I'll manage.
Yes, it will be a shock.
What? I'm losing you.
OK. Bye.
Damn. That's my brother.
Why are you so quiet?
I didn't recognise him.
I have to do everything myself.
Christian, what are you doing here?
You see that, Kasper? He came all the way from Paris by foot.
No, I didn't. Only from the station.
Hi. - Cool, man.
I'll get you. Giddyup. I'll get you.
Damn. - You're in a good mood.
It's been a long time. Unbelievable.
How are you?
I'll give you a lift. Get out, kids.
I'm giving Christian a lift. - There's room enough.
Come, Mette.
Get in the frontseat. - I'll walk.
I have to talk to you. - Do we have to walk all the way?
What are you whining about? - It's an long walk.
He's my brother, damnit. Stop whining.
Shut up.
Come on, relax.
You think dad is already there? - No, not yet.
Hi, what's your name? - Lars.
Lars. Listen.
I always have problems with new staff. Just to let you know.
Who do you think we are?
This is Christian, my brother.
He owns two restaurants in Paris. I run a cafetaria at the harbour.
We've grown up here, so we know how to treat customers.
A good receptionist knows everybody's name.
We would like room 9 and room 19.
You're not on the list.
What's that? - Look again. Michael Klinkenfeldt.
Your father said you're not welcome.
Listen, Mads... - My name is Lars.
Lars, last year I've gone a bit too far , because I was drunk.
When I drink too much "schnaps", I completely lose it.
I brought my wife and children.
Michelle is here too.
I didn't know about that. Do you have a room for us?
Where's my father? - He went hunting.
Then you'll take care of it yourself. That's your job, isn't it?
Give him a room. I'll talk to my father.
One of the small rooms.
They're never used. Number three and one.
This one is okay.
Don't you want a key? - O, yeah.
I'm on his list. Is little sister already here?
Hurry up. My father turns 60 today.
Those people are family. I'll have to welcome them.
Your name is Nadim? - That's right.
Nadim, if you drive faster, I'll give you my phonenumber.
Hello, are you ready? They should be here any minute.
Have you been drinking? - Not today.
What a fantastic funeral, hey?
I'm ready. - What are you doing here?
You were not at your sisters funeral.
That's none of your business.
I want to know why you were not there.
You were not at the funeral.
You don't call on birthdays, you don't show any interest.
Now you got her started too. I'm going home.
Have a nice trip. - Wanna loan my bycicle ?
I'm not in the mood for this. - O stop it. Let bygones be bygones.
Yes, stop it. - You sound like Christian.
Don't.
Come.
Stop it. - Listen to Christian.
Stop. Don't do it.
Honk again. Maybe they'll hear us.
That's his wife, with a son.
That's Mette.
And the three little chickens. Everything okay?
Quiet guys, we're here. Behave yourself.
That's impossible. I'm your sister.
Luckily we only do this once every decade.
Welcome, grandfather. - Thank you.
Thanks for the nice funeral.
Good to see you again.
Hello. It's hot around here.
I'm going to unpack my wife.
Hi, daddy.
I'm the master of ceremonies tonight, okay?
Do you know Lise?
How do you do? - It's sad...
and with that beautiful weather...
You haven't changed one bit. - Thank you.
Welcome. Helge is waiting for you inside.
Hello, uncle.
Christian, sweetie. Glad to see you here.
You're looking good. - The guests are here.
Go to your father. Don't forget to congratulate him.
Daddy, happy birthday.
Everyone's waiting. - I have to tell you something important.
Sit down.
Please.
You want some cognac too ? - No, thanks.
This is very important. I've been thinking about it for days.
Listen.
Two hookers are in a train.
Don't make fun of your old father. On his birthday.
How dare you ? I should tell your mother.
We're waiting for you. - He's making fun of me.
You shouldn't do that, Christian. - Tell us a joke.
I would like to have a word with my oldest son. How are you?
Good. I have a business in Lyon...
I read the papers too, you know. Business is good.
How's that girlfriend of yours? Can't you come back together again?
She already has children with another man. - Then find another girlfriend.
I'm getting older. I want to have you near me.
And then your mother... - What about her?
She's fed up with my jokes. - I can understand that.
What do you mean? What's wrong with my jokes?
Show some respect.
So how are you? Do you have a girlfriend? O, I asked that already.
Come on. - We're comming.
Come, son. One more thing...
Would you like to say something about your sister tonight?
I can't.
Alright. I've written something down. - You did? Great.
Michael is here too. - I'll have to talk to him then.
Our visitors are here.
Michelle, are you maried? - No.
Ask someone else.
O yeah, that was my other son. I'll discuss this with him.
It's Helge's birthday. Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
He's getting lots of presents and cookies and chocolat.
Hi. Where do you sleep? - Room 17. Why?
I have to use your bath. I mean, may I use your bath?
And the sound of the sea.
I'll put them down here.
The main course is secret.
You've been hunting? - As usual.
Are you listening? Good.
We were moving to Copenhaven for the third time.
But then Bettina H. moved in with him.
Bettina H.?
So I'm still here. I walked throught the park yesterday.
I'm in the room where my sister died.
Better you then Christian. She was his twinsister.
That no one wants to talk about it is one thing...
but it's stupid to act like nothing happened.
Look there, that's scary. - Say that again.
Spooky. She wouldn't have wanted this herself.
Shall we take the sheets off?
I'll stay with her then. I don't mind.
Yes, of course. - Alright.
This is where it happened. In the bathroom.
Or shall I take another room? - If you want to.
It's so...
It doesn't feel right in here.
Did you hear that?
She's in the bathroom.
It can't be. She's dead.
I'll have a look.
Come on, let's go. - No, let's have a look.
Mette, I can't find them. - Did you check the suitcases?
I can't find my shoes. - They have to be in there.
I've already looked there. - Just relax.
I can't wear brown shoes. - They should be there.
I've looked everywhere.
Then I must have forgotten them. - You must be kidding.
Go get them then. You have two hours. By car.
Don't be crazy. - My father's going to be furious.
Shall I get them? What will your parents think?
I can't wear these shoes to diner, idiot.
Pack your own stuff then.
I packed for all of us.
Everything's got to be perfect.
If you have complaints, you can pack your own stuff next time.
I'll tell you something.
You're the one who's packing.
And every time you forget my shoes.
You wanted to visit your stupid parents.
I worked for a confectioner once.
I'm making dessert tonight.
What does that mean, an arrow pointing up?
If you lie down in the bath, you might see something.
Do I have to lie down in the bath?
Do I have to? - Try if you see something.
A sign or an arrow.
A fish or a bird. Remember tracking?
Doesn't work. - Sorry.
I ironed it on purpose. - Yes, I'm sorry.
Shall we lie down?
Aren't you going to the party?
Come on, lie down for a minute.
There, a fish. That means "thin" and that means "down".
I don't get this game.
Strange.
We were always tracking back then.
Come here. Sit down.
Have a look at the other leg.
How nice of her. I can hardly stand it.
I'm the only one left. You are all going to Paris and God knows where...
Don't start crying now. - Sorry.
Please. - If you want me to leave, just say so.
I thought you wanted to take a bath.
Another arrow. And another.
Could you...
How can I help ? - Loosen this.
I have beautiful buttocks. Don't they get more then a bath ?
Look, there.
The other side. Where the lamp is attached.
Dear finder of this letter. You must be...
Jezus.
There's nothing in it.
Damn.
Did you put all that soap here ?
Damn.
Why is all that soap here ?
You used it yourself.
Shit. - Did you hurt yourself?
Of course I hurt myself.
There have always been ghosts here. It doesn't mean anything.
I'll sleep here. Thank you for your help.
Where you really scared? - Not really.
A little? Sorry. Thanks for your help.
Why was that soap there? - You did that yourself.
No I didn't. - You used it.
Where are my trousers? - How should I know. Over there?
For once take care of your stuff. I'm not a babysitter.
Shut up. - Please, come on.
The damn thing has come down.
Put it back up again. - No way.
Funny. You we're always the one argueing
Now it's your brother.
You don't even look at beautiful girls anymore.
You think I'm too skinny.
I'll hide it here. No one should find it.
There.
Where have you gone, dear Christian?
Six o'clock. Time to get up.
Tickets, please. Or other papers...
My pants.
Hello, grandpa. - Hi, dad.
In five minutes in the livingroom.
Damn shoes.
Everything okay.
Hello Poul, you're okay ?
Hello, dad.
It'll be fine. We have to go in now.
I've been told to ask you if you're interested in the lodge.
It just doesn't look like it's something you're interested in...
but Christian recommended you to Preben. He isn't interested himself.
So I guess they'll ask you for the freemasons.
Bend the iron while it's still hot.
We will help you to get on.
But behave like a normal person tonight.
And keep your hands of whats-her-name , Michelle.
Will you take care of things tonight?
Can you?
Give him something to drink.
Watch out. Do you have a drink already?
- We have to talk.
I don't have time.
You do remember something ?
Sure. - Fine.
I think I'll make a speech tonight.
I thought so.
Not suited for little girls.
I bet.
You fell asleep.
Don't you sleep well?
Only when you're here.
I'm honoured to be master of ceremonies...
on this party of Klingenfeldt-Hansen family.
My name is Helmuth von Sachs.
I'm from Germany. Cologne, "Ruhr-gebiet", steel industry.
Helge is also a man of steel. Unbreakable.
Helge, friend, Danish stepfather, the audience is yours.
As I see you all in front of me, I have to think about recent years...
and everything that happened.
It's nothing special to turn sixty.
It all seems like yesterday...
the moment we closed the negotiations and bought the estate.
Still, it was only 1971...
that our family walked up the stairs.
My beloved wife, Helene...
Michael, the twins...
Yes, the twins.
Together we settled in this beautiful house.
We had...
high expectations.
I'll stop here.
Let's make it a wonderful party. Let's eat.
First course. Ready... go.
There.
Wasn't it a beautiful ride ? - It was extremely hot.
You do have airconditioning ? - It gives me a dry mouth.
It doesn't feel comfortable.
The kids are here too.
Give me a little water.
I'm all wet. She spilled.
What's your name, girl ? - I'm Mette.
M-E-T-T-E. - That's true.
Lobstersoup. Delicious. - No, it's salmonsoup.
Salmon? It tastes like lobster though.
It's delicious soup. - Yes, tomatosoup.
It's no tomatosoup.. It is lobstersoup.
Exactly. - Cheers.
Oldest son holds a speech. Morten...
It is almost seven and I would like to propose the first toast.
That's my duty after all as the oldest son. Isn't it Helmuth ?
But first a speech.
I've written two, dad.
A green and a yellow. You may choose.
Green or Yellow? - Green.
That's a good choice.
It's a confession speech. It's called: When dad takes a bath.
When we moved here, I was still little.
Our lives changed entirely.
We had lots of space to do naughty things.
In those days this room was a restaurant...
and I don't know how often my sister Linda, who is dead now,...
and I played here.
She put things in the food, but no one noticed...
And then we hid and she had to laugh.
She had a very infectious laugh...
and pretty soon we were both laughing out loud.
That's how we got caught. But we never got punished.
It was much more dangerous when dad took a bath.
He took a bath quite often.
First he called for Linda and me because something had to be done.
He closed the door and the curtains.
Then he undressed and we had to undress too.
He put us on the green couch...
and raped us. He used us sexually.
When my sister passed away a couple of months ago...
I thought: Isn't Helge a proper girl, with all that bathing.
That's what I wanted to share with you.
He bathed in the summer, winter, in the morning, in the evening...
He's very clean. That's what I wanted to tell you.
It's his sixtieth birthday, after all.
He watched his children and grandchildren grow up.
But you're not here for my speech...
But for Helges sixtieth birthday.
Thanks for all the wonderful years.
Happy birthday.
I have nothing to drink. Fill the glasses.
Christian, you were always the first of course. But now it's my turn.
Elsie, it's your birthday today.
Helge. - What's he saying ?
That it's Helges birthday today.
Helge, it's your birthday. That's nice.
You're a big boy now. You can handle the story of the seven seas now.
Way to go, grandpa. - I have to leave.
When Helge was a little boy...
he told me once he couldn't find a girlfriend.
Kim...
Hello, Christian. - Hello. I've got to catch my flight.
Attention. This is my childhood friend Christian.
You already know most of them.
How do you do?
Good. - Everything fine?
Good. You held your speech and now you're going home.
The battle is lost. Nothing has changed.
Are you drunk? - Otherwise I can't cook.
How long have we known each other? Since the year nil?
We used to steal apples together.
I've waited for years for this and now you're walking away.
For your father, who decided on yours and your sisters fate..
Brilliant, to let him choose his own fate in your speech...
What's your point, Kim ?
I would like to say something too.
I hope you won't take Christian too seriously.
He's my brother and I love him very much...
but his story is not completely true. And I should know.
Sorry that I speak up this late, but I'm still shocked.
At a quarter past seven, your father will give me instructions.
He'll say: I think they like it.
And then he drinks a drop.
Give me two minutes.
I thought you had left already.
A drink for me and my son.
The food is delicious.
They liked the first course.
Here. - No, thank you.
You don't want it ?
It tastes good. Damn good.
I'll take your word.
Have one too and put the bottle away. Come. Alone.
Come.
How are you doing? - Good.
Really?
I don't understand it.
I can't remember. - What do you mean ?
What you were talking about... I can't remember.
Help me here. What happened?
I'm sorry. I guess I'm wrong.
Don't apologize.
I'm kind of busy at work. And then there's Linda...
Don't think about it.
What you're implying, is a crime. We have to go to the police.
No, we don't. Don't think about it anymore.
I don't sleep well, lately. I feel a bit strange.
Is everything alright upstairs? - Yes, fine.
They're not shocked that easily. Everything's okay.
Have a pleasant journey and nice of you to drop by.
I have to go back upstairs.
Helge, it's your birthday today. - Not again, grandpa.
You're a big boy now. You can handle the story about the seven seas.
When Helge was a little boy...
he told me he couldn't get a girlfriend.
I told him, listen boy...
buy a big potatoe and stick it in your swimmingtrunks.
Then you go to the lake. They will fight over you.
When the summer came...
What do you think? - Me ?
I don't know what he's up to.
He was desperate. It was even worse then before.
No one wanted to talk to him. Of course not, I said.
You have to stick that potatoe in the front.
Michelle, Pia, I want to say something.
Come here. Listen.
We'll steal their car keys.
We? - Okay.
This night is for Christian. They can't go home yet.
But he apologized.
We'll wait. Don't tell the old servants.
And now get out.
We can't leave any traces. - No, we will be careful.
I got them.
Next.
Everything okay?
Are there any problems?
No, everything's fine.
Is my brother staying over? - I don't know.
There's a cab. I'll take a look.
Hello, Charlie Brown. You're wrong here.
Do you speak English?
It's a private party. Not for passers-by.
I'm invited. - Can I leave?
One moment.
We don't need any music. No trumpet.
Go home. Here's 500 kronen. That's for the cab too.
Go home. - I'm not playing. I'm invited.
You're not Helene's brother ?
I don't know how you know my sister and I don't even want to know...
Hello. I've missed you so.
Good to see you here.
What are you doing here? - He tried to send me away.
What's happening? - Behave yourself.
How dare you invite that monkey on my fathers birthday?
How dare you call Gbatokai a monkey. - Relax.
Filthy nazi.
Go.
Mum, this is my friend, Gbatokai. This is my mother.
Welcome. Nice to see you again.
You've never met him. That was someone else.
Nice to meet you. - Same here.
Good. This way.
I almost forgot the most important part.
We're gathered here for my fathers birthday.
I fooled you all.
I would like to propose a toast to my father.
Could everyone rise please? - Well done, Christian.
Lift your glasses.
To the man who killed my sister.
To a murderer.
I suggest we take a break.
Cigarettes, hurry up.
Hurry up.
Play something. Something light.
Play.
We'll stay for a minute. We can't leave anyway.
Have you lost your mind?
Do you hear me?
Have you completely lost your mind?
Make sure no one leaves. He's sick, for christ'sake.
Again, I've already called...
I want a taxi. - One minute.
I can't stand this.
I'm already depressed.
There won't be a taxi. I'll walk.
I'm fed up with their parties.
Do you know where the car keys are?
I can't find the keys. - Problems?
I can't take this. I'm already depressed.
The line's still busy.
The waiting-time is 11 months. - Could I speak to Kim please?
Take it easy, Lars.
Hide those keys. - In the oven.
No, in the refrigerator.
They're gone.
Where is Michelle, damn it?
Come in, damn it.
I want to have a word with you. And you.
Go away. - I want to talk to you.
Do you know what happened, Mette ? - Come.
This way.
Let's go. - Take it easy.
What do you want from me ? - Last year you promised me something.
Then you came at night.
And now you won't even talk to me.
I'm sorry. But my wife is here too.
She used to be unimportant.
I got pregnant that time.
I had it removed. But I thought you should know.
My father turns sixty today and everything is out of control.
Hey there.
Hello, Bent. Is this your room?
I was just leaving. Have you seen my car keys?
I'll just look around if I can see them.
You really haven't seen them? If I don't find them, I'll get depressed.
I know. Just go downstairs.
Pack your things and go home.
Here's your wage. Now fuck off.
You're as crazy as your father.
I won't let you piss off my family.
Imagine I hold a speech.
About you.
About how unstable you were.
That you always spoiled everything for the other children.
Burned their toys.
That you've always been a complete lunatic.
That we had to come to France...
where they kept you in a mental institution...
because you were completely crazy and drugged.
To your mothers despair.
That you were extremely uncomfortable with women.
Year after year you passed by beautiful women...
because you're not a real man.
I could also talk about you and your sister.
What do you think about that?
Did she say goodbye to you?
Was there a card or a letter? No.
There was for the others though. She must have had her reasons.
You just abandoned her. Like always.
You abandoned your sick sister.
She kept asking about you and she runned to get the phone...
but you never called.
You were only interested in yourself.
And now you're dissing your family. We just want to see you happy.
Your mother wants you to leave.
I think you should stay.
Then you know how it feels to blacken your family.
After this little piano intermezzo...
we can go back to the table.
I'm hungry.
May I ask you?
They're ready. Christian doesn't look happy.
Haunch of venison and cranberry's. Go ahead.
Cheers, grandpa.
You speeched wonderfully.
Don't shout in my ear.
You still got us.
Salt and pepper. Cheers.
Champagne. I want champagne and caviar.
Christian. -Hi. My man!
Can't be all that bad. I mean by the looks of your waitresses over there it seems you're still a quite popular man here.
I was getting to think that it actually pays like to drop a bomb the way you did.
Get up and look around the room there. You've got your uncles around and stuff.
Then you say: Mum, dad, you suck.
I'm sorry.
Just get through the night. Alive. -Alright Let's have some wine.
If the birthdayboy is my Danish father...
then Elsie is my Danish mother.
She is everybodies "Mutti".
Elsie, the word is yours. Applause, please.
Thanks Helmuth and the others.
I would like to thank you all for coming today.
And I would like to say some thankful words to my husband, Helge.
It's not easy. Words cannot describe...
how much you still mean to me.
Besides your lust for life and good care for your family...
you've given me everything a woman can ask for.
It has been 30 wonderful years. Thank you very much.
I would also like to say a few words to the children.
It is wonderful to see you're all doing well...
Especially when I think how small you all have been.
Michael, you're our youngest. The benjamin.
We've never seen much of you.
You went to boarding-school when you were still a little boy.
And after that to the hotel school in Switzerland.
You never became a cook, but that can still happen.
You've given us 3 wonderful grandchildren.
And we're thankful for that.
And ofcourse little Mette.
And Helene, the excentric one of the family.
That's what you are, aren't you?
Ever since you told us you wanted to become a singer...
and you joined the Trotsk... the socialistic youth...
we knew you would go your own way.
And you have.
In life and in study.
You've become an anthropologist.
Though we had hoped you would have gone to lawschool.
But there are hardly any cultures and countries...
which you haven't visited.
I want to welcome your boyfriend to the family. Gonzales.
His name is Gbatokai.
Welcome, Kai.
And then there's Christian.
You were always very special. A creative child.
He made up some wonderful stories.
I always saw him as a great writer.
When Christian was little, not everybody knows this...
he had a loyal friend, Mug...
who didn't exist.
Mug and Christian could not be seperated.
If Mug didn't want something, then Christian would neither.
And no one could change that.
But, dear Christian...
you have to seperate reality from fiction.
You were never good at that.
Of course you're sometimes angry at your father. So am I, sometimes.
But you'll have to solve that between the both of you.
You've told us exiting stories tonight...
maybe a bit too exiting.
I think Mug was with you tonight.
You've scared daddy very much.
It seems apropriate to me if you stand up now...
without Mug...
and apologize.
It's not a shame to apologize.
It's the right thing to do.
So just rise please.
Come on, Christian. Do something.
He is confused. - Christian.
Sorry to bother you again.
In 1974 my mother entered the study once.
Her son was on his knees. Her husband had his pants down.
Her husband said, go away. And she did.
You are so hypocrite. Please just die.
Why do you assholes even listen to this woman?
I'm sorry that you all for thirty years...
Let me finish. - Let's go.
Relax, man. Let's go outside.
Give me my coat. - You'll get your coat.
You were at school. You knew nothing.
But now you know.
You're crossing the line. - Now you know. Don't you ?
You're going to far. Fuck off. - Go away.
Lock the door.
Is it locked ? - I think so.
Where was I?
Mother, my loyal witness.
In 1974 you saw how father rubbed his hard cock through my hair...
Filthy bastard.
You're an asshole. - Fuck off.
Assholes.
He's not okay.
Sad, go on mother.
There's a quiet idyll
in the loneliness of the forest
where troubles are taken away
where silence and peace reigned
Throw him down the stairs.
Get lost, man. Get the hell out of here.
Don't, Leif. He's still my brother.
Go away.
Get him.
Christian, come here.
The game is over. Is that clear?
Have you had enough ? Don't use that, he's my brother.
Come. - Where are we going?
To the forest. This has got to stop.
How far? - As long as we get rid of him.
What do you mean? - Shut up. Here.
We'll leave him there by that tree.
Damnit. That's better.
Do we really have to tie you to this tree, Christian?
How did you come up with all that nonsense?
Come on.
Let's go.
Come on. - Shut your mouth.
Did you tie him? I've had enough of this.
Slow down. - That's good enough.
Keep quiet, Christian.
Do you have a smoke for me? I dropped mine.
I'll just check if the doors are locked.
Where's your brother? - I won't talk to him.
What have you done with him ? - Relax.
I had a word with him. He's gone home.
He was sorry. You'll hear the rest later.
So you put him to bed and said goodnight.
Are you looking for trouble? - Piece of shit.
Stop it, Michael.
What did you say? - Stop it, Michael.
Stop it, damnit.
Get out..
Hello, Kim. - Hey, Leif.
We should lock the backdoor. Where is it?
That way.
It's not good.
You didn't hit him? - He's not coming back.
Here it is.
This is the wineceller. - Exactly. There.
What's this? Kim, what are you doing?
Did you lock him up?
All these troublemakers running around...
Don't touch. - Where is Christian?
No idea.
Don't get drunk now.
To your brother.
- What's that?
To your brother. - Why don't you hold a speech?
A speech? I know what that's like around here.
Watch out, or I'll do it.
Time for a happy song.
I saw a little nigger just lately...
A racist song.
...he talked really weird and had a ring through his nose.
I asked him what kind are you?
Why are your legs covered with tar?
He smiled and said:...
It looks like a christmas song.
...fidliha kola tomrassi gassi bum the black masses comes from Umblagidarum
I saw a little Indian just lately...
...his face was fire-red...
...he talked very strange.
I can't stand it. They'll kill each other.
I'm going crazy.
I've got a terrible headache. Could you get me my pills?
Have you seen Christian? - He's gone home.
That's good. - I'm going to get your pills.
You are all crazy, aah ,my head.
Aren't you drunk yet? - It takes a lot.
It's almost ten o'clock.
Something special is going to happen in a minute.
Alfred Hitchcock wanted on his tombstone:
"That's what we do to boys who are naughty."
Helge, even you will not escape the strange traditions of this family.
Time for the big finale.
It's daddy's birthday today...
...daddy's birthday today...
...listen...
...how we play the trumpet.
It's daddy's birthday today, listen...
...how we play the flute...
You've dropped something. Be careful for once.
I want to go home. - I can imagine that.
Are you leaving already ?
I want to go home. - Don't be foolish. There's still dessert.
Listen. It's going to be okay.
Trust me.
I can feel it.
Really? - Come.
Doesn't this family have some neat traditions.
After the polonaise the master of ceremonies finds a note on his glass.
And that's also the way it is today.
A man urges his sister...
...to read a letter to her father.
Helene is a bit too shy to do it herself, isn't that so Helene?
Anyway...
...it's sweet of your brother that he helps you to get started.
I think peace has returned to the family.
Applause for Helene, please.
Go ahead, Helene.
Don't be shy.
Michael, just ignore him.
It is...
It is from my sister.
Dear finder of this letter.
You are probably my sister or my brother.
Because you're good in tracking.
Hi-hi, laughter-laughter.
I know it's scary to find me in a bath full of water.
But it's not scary for me.
My brothers and my sister...
are happy, gay people.
I love you.
Don't think too much of me.
Christian, sweet brother...
You were always here with me. Thanks for everything.
I don't want you to get involved. I love you too much for that.
And you, Helene and you too Michael, idiot.
Daddy is raping me again.
In my dreams, again. I can't take it anymore.
I'll leave.
I should've done it much earlier.
I know I will fill your life with darkness, Christian.
I tried to call you...
...but I know you're busy.
I don't want you to feel sad.
I think it's light and beautiful on the other side.
I'm looking forward to it.
Although I'm a bit scared too.
I'm scared to go without you.
I'll love you eternally.
Linda.
What a beautifull letter. Give her port...
..so we can raise our glasses.
Pour my daughter some port, so we can raise glasses too.
Give her port, damnit.
Give her port. Show some respect.
Have you ever seen something like this.
What are you looking at. Well?
Is it my fault my children have no talent?
I never understood why you did it.
You were no good for anything else.
It's quite a job to be master of ceremonies tonight.
And it's even my first time.
I'm pretty much undone.
We all are.
And still I consider it... - I'm leaving.
my duty to finish dinner as well as I can.
So let's go to the next room and enjoy some coffee, music and dance.
Good evening.
I've put the car keys back.
Can I have a glass of water?
Shall I call a doctor?
Are you alright?
Come on.
I was sleeping.
Pia, my sister is here. I love you.
I miss you.
I miss you too.
Shall I come along?
I'm off again.
It's Helene. - What time is it ?
Three o'clock. I slept too.
If you can call it sleeping. You know... I have...
Maybe you too.
What do you mean? - Forget it.
Come here. Michael is gone.
What's going on?
He's gone and his wife is furious. She's in my room.
Is the party still going strong? - I don't think so.
Don't worry.
They're all off to bed.
Where are the glasses? Where is Michelle ?
With Kim. Everybody sleeps in the wrong bed.
Not us, ey darling ? We don't do that.
We don't sleep in the wrong bed.
I have a glass for Christian. - I want one too.
As long as it isn't somebody elses.
Play the weddingmars.
Gbatokai and Helene must dance.
Because I think you should get married.
Dad?
It's me, Michael. I'm on my way.
Open up. I'm the postman, damnit.
Open up, damn it.
Open up.
Go inside and close the door.
Michael, stop it.
Stop it. - Go back inside.
Shut up, I said.
I told you to shut up.
Come here.
Lie down.
And stay down.
I heard enough filth. Lie down, I said.
You won't be seeing your grandchildren again.
Never again, do I make myself clear?
You've ruined the whole family.
Stay down.
Down I tell you.
It's me. Michael. I'm ringing the frontdoorbell.
It's not right.
Just be quiet.
What's up? - It's not right.
What's up?
They've got to stop.
Go there, Gbatokai. - Your father...
Stop it, Michael.
You're killing me.
Waiter, could I have something to drink?
I like to start the day with a drink.
Morten, what are you thinking of?
O... It's over.
At least she's feeling okay.
Goodmorning.
- Have a sandwich.
Where's Leif, damnit? Ah, there you are.
How's your wig? - Where do you have your clothes dry-cleaned?
In Naestved.
Would you like to come live with me in Paris?
I'd love to.
That was all.
Hey, are you in love with the new waitress?
Shut up and eat. - I will eat a loaf of bread.
Goodmorning.
Goodmorning everyone. Enjoy your breakfast.
Dorthe, come to daddy.
Your father will read it to you.
I know that this is not the right moment. You're all having breakfast.
I'll keep it short.
I only want to say that I know...
That I, When all of you have gone home...
never will see you again.
And I understand now...
that it's unforgivable what I've done to my children.
And I know that all of you...
and especially my children...
will hate me for the rest of my life.
Still, you'll always be my children.
I always loved you and will keep doing so for the rest of my life...
where ever in this world you may be.
Christian, to you I would like to say...
you put up a good fight.
Thank you.
That was a beautiful speech.
But now you'll have to leave. So we can have breakfast in peace.
Of course.
Are you coming? - I'll stay here.
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