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I'll draw.
It's a "T". Give a truth speech.
-I'm excited. -Okay…
Well, then I think I'll use this truth speech
to say that I'm so happy we've become friends.
And even though it's a new friendship, I'm very grateful for it.
And I look forward to getting to know you better.
I'm just really happy I found you.
Actually, we found you. You were walking around like a helpless puppy.
I felt sorry for you.
Cheers!
Cheers, ladies!
Let's agree to disagree.
Cute little dog…
There's so much power in that arsehole.
-That's good to know. -Hi, Selma's mum.
-Do you want a shot? -No thanks.
Can you take the twins tomorrow morning, sweetie?
We're going out! It's our last night before school starts.
I know, but Bjørn has a job in Aarhus. It's just for a few hours.
I'm actually really good with children.
Education of children and such. So we can help you out.
-It's only a few hours. -Maximum!
-Great! Thanks! -Do you want to come out with us?
-Selma, place the card. -Right.
Drink, drink, drink.
Queuing is only for losers.
That's for sure. One fake ID for you, Selma.
-How old are you if they ask? -21.
Great! And if they double-check, just lie and wink.
Clint and Niklas have a table.
-Clint? Is that the senior who you…? -Yes, Clint is hot and has contacts.
But I don't want to be his girlfriend. I don't want a boyfriend. Period!
Are you coming?
-Hey, Andreas. -Just a second.
Fillippa? You guys can go in.
I've brought my two lovely girls.
-How old are they? -21, of course.
-Okay, you can go in. -Thank you.
Good luck getting in!
-Hi, Clint! What's up? -What's up?
-Hi. Selma, right? -Yes.
-From the X class? -No, I'm in Q.
-You're looking good tonight. -Thanks.
Hey, hey, hey. Fuck, man.
-I'm sorry. -I'll live.
And Selma is also a student nurse. She goes to the same school as us.
How do nurses do shots? In the arm or orally?
Not orally! In the arse? Orally?
-Orally doesn't mean in the arse. -You don't do shots with your arse!
-One more! -With your arsehole.
Johan? Sebastian got us a table upstairs.
Excuse me?
Excuse me! Excuse me…
-There's something I need to tell you. -Yes?
It's just…
This is going to sound really weird…
But when you were dancing in there before…
-Yes? -It was beaming from you.
-What? -The music. When you're dancing.
What?
It's like there's a room inside of you.
I don't know where that room would be.
I know it's a really strange thing to say. I'm sorry.
I think I'll live.
Johan.
-Selma. Nice to meet you. -Hi, Selma. Nice to meet you.
How old are you?
21. Why?
You've existed for 21 years, and I'm only meeting you now.
-You're very beautiful. -Thank you.
Hey, Johan! It's your round, come on!
Johan, what the hell are you doing? Come on!
I'll be right there.
-Can I have your number? -My number?
-Was that a yes? -Yes.
-Okay, is that a midge? -No.
Selma. Any chance I can see you again?
Nice to meet you last night.
I definitely think so!
Yes.
-Hey! -Hi!
-Anybody want a cheeseburger? -And a milkshake.
-Bring some plates. -I got you to myself all night.
We had some quality time for a change.
Shut up and mind your own business.
-I actually met someone. -Okay… When?
Outside the club.
-Who was it? -I don't even know how to explain it.
I went outside and then… Then he stopped me.
He said all these things like "You're beautiful." He said I was beautiful.
-Yes. -Selma is beautiful.
But it's so weird to tell someone you just met.
Men think if they tell us we're beautiful, we'll drop our knickers.
Stop that! You're too much.
-He asked for my phone number. -Was his carrier pigeon ill?
He also said I had a special room inside.
Could he be referring to a dick-shaped room?
-I don't think so. He was sweet. -Don't listen in, guys!
-Shall I beat you guys on the iPad? -Yes.
What are you playing?
You didn't give him your number, right?
-No, of course not. -Good.
Is that how you play it?
ROSENHOLM HIGH SCHOOL
-Good morning. -Good morning, Selma.
How is your "special room" this morning?
-It's actually fine. -Thank God our first lesson is music.
Otherwise I would have stayed at home or had dropped dead.
-Good morning, Birdie. -Morning.
Girls, have you seen our new music teacher?
-No. -No, why?
That's him right there.
He's pretty hot.
I don't mind if he wants to stand behind me and check my chords.
Hi! Welcome to music class.
My name is Johan.
And I'm looking forward to teaching you. A bit about me:
I've just graduated from the Royal Danish Academy of Music.
This class will cover both music theory and performance.
I will emphasise what music can do to our soul…
our psyche and our…
Our body. Right…
In the first term, you'll also write your own music.
Your first project is in a month, you'll be writing your own song.
It's the best way of gaining musical appreciation.
Later on, we'll do a music cafe and we'll end the term
with a large concert.
Excuse me. The new teacher must learn the phone rules.
Yes, apparently.
Right, the phone's off. Some practical information…
First, I'll talk to you all individually to get an idea of your level…
Selma! Your turn.
Your turn to be alone with the music teacher.
-How did it go? -Badly.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Please take a seat. -Thank you.
Right…
As I said, I'm talking to you all to get an idea of your musical level.
-Do you play any instruments? -No.
-And never have? -I used to play the sax.
Cool.
-Do you have a sax? -Yes.
-But you don't play anymore? -No.
Did you lose interest?
No, I just think it's a ridiculous instrument.
When did you start playing?
When I was five, my dad gave me a pink Trevor James junior sax.
So quick calculation… If you're 21 now, that would mean
it's 16 years since you started playing.
Yes.
You rarely see a 21-year-old in high school.
What if you fail a lot?
Or if you lie a lot?
I'm 18.
Yes.
-Well, I haven't played in years. -Just hold it.
-You do remember how to, right? -Sure.
Just sit there and hold it.
I can tell you remember your positions. Follow me.
In C.
Okay, that's enough.
-Was that all? -Yes.
-Will you send Jasmin in? -You don't want to…
know more about my relationship with music?
No. I know all I need to know.
-What's the UV index? -3.6.
That's really low.
Give me a tan!
This one always works for me. For you and your body.
Great. Did you hear Alma and Olivia singing in music class?
They're really good.
After class, they were talking about how hot and steamy Johan is.
And he is. It's too bad that dating a teacher is a no-go.
Don't talk about our teacher that way! You just don't do that kind of thing.
What did you want to talk to me about, Selma?
-Nothing. -Are we a sour face today?
Or are you completely shaken because the teacher is so hot?
-No… -It's just…
-I've made ice tea if you want some. -Sounds great!
-Can't you bring it down here? -Get it yourselves.
-Shall I get it? -That would be nice.
You're getting the full service. I'll never get a tan anyway.
You're not that pale, Birdie.
Here you go. You can take the rest outside.
-They're so cute. -When they're asleep.
-I'm off! Bye, sweetie! -Say hello to Alberte.
-Hi, Alberte. I'm Bjørn. -Hi.
-Bye, kids! -Bye!
-That was the twins' dad. -So he's not Selma's dad?
No, Selma's dad died when she was ten.
I see. She didn't tell us.
That's so typical. She doesn't want to talk about it.
-We've only just met her. -Maybe she just needs time.
Was that a smile from sour face?
In two weeks, we have our first music cafe.
You need to choose your instruments by Friday.
Put your name and instrument on this list. The list will be here.
-Can I play the cowbell? -You can choose whatever you like.
Invite your friends and family so there'll be an audience. No pressure.
Selma, can we have the pre-party at yours tomorrow?
-Yes. -Great.
-What was that? -I propose a toast.
-Here are some shots. -Oh!
-Your secret trick. -This goes into the bra.
-Are you doing a freshman tonight? -What do you think?
Of course we are. Come and help me give a freshman a hand…
Okay. We don't even want to be with the boys from our class.
-Class incest is weird. -Exactly.
Not if your name is Johan, and you're bloody hot and play the guitar.
And the piano.
-Your teacher? -He's so hot.
-That's insane. -Why?
-It's illegal. -Not if you're 18.
-It's disgusting, Jas. -Are you just jealous, Clint?
-No, I'm not. -Yes, you are.
He'll be fired if he so much as looks at your arse.
-Yes. Have you seen my great arse? -I've seen your arse, Jas.
If he so much as looks at your arse, he's a disgusting old pig.
He's not that old! It's not like he's a medieval man.
-Do you mean middle-aged? -Does it matter?
-He probably has a girlfriend. -That's not what this is about.
-What is it about? -The fact that our teacher is hot.
If I want to flirt with him, I can do that.
-Can we please stop sexualising him? -He's actually a really great pianist.
Well, I'm not interested in the piano, but in his penis.
-And it needs to be skilled. -But he doesn't play the piano with it.
Selma, I'm just saying that I'm allowed to flirt with him. Period.
Why are you being like that? Eh?
What the hell is your problem? Do you have a problem?
No, I don't have a problem. I don't have a problem.
Well, then cheers. Cheers, damn it!
Cheers, Birdie. Let's go, okay?
-Sure. -I'm fed up with being here.
Thank you. Enjoy the party.
Student ID card? Enjoy the party.
-I really need to pee. -Let me see the bag.
-Let me check your bag. -Feel free to check whatever.
Great. And please blow into this.
-Excusez-moi? -Blow into this.
-Why didn't she have to? -She's not drunk.
-Please blow into it. -Jasmin, just do it.
-Shut up. Let me in. -I don't make the rules.
Can't you just let me in? Show me your muscles.
I have to ask you to leave.
-Will you take her home? -Don't tell me what to do.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I was kicked out. We're going to the club. Will you join us? We're waiting.
-Hi, Selma. -Hi.
Are you coming? We're getting a taxi! Come on!
-What's up? -What's up?
-Did you come to the party alone? -No, my friends were here.
But they went into the city. So now I am alone.
It's my first time as a party guard, so I'd better get back.
Actually… I just wanted to ask you…
Ask me something about music?
-Yes. -Can we do it Monday in class?
-Or we could do it now. -I can't. I'm on duty.
-When are you not on duty anymore? -At 11 pm.
Then I'll wait in the music room.
No, Selma, I can't. Don't do that.
You don't have to show up.
Hello! We're at the club waiting for you. Where are you?
Hi.
I… just came to tell you that this isn't a good idea.
We can't talk here like this. It's no good.
-I know that. -Good.
I just wanted to tell you that I know it was stupid to lie about my age.
We were both drunk. I also said some things.
-That weren't true? -I'm not saying that.
But if you knew you were going to be my teacher, you wouldn't have kissed me?
No. Definitely not.
I'm sorry I didn't reply to your message.
It's just as well. We shouldn't text each other.
But it wasn't because I didn't want to see you.
I also lied when I said I didn't want to play.
-I know. -I really love playing the sax.
I know that too.
And I don't think it's a ridiculous instrument.
I stopped playing because I don't like playing in front of others.
It made me insecure.
And I didn't like that feeling.
What would you like then?
I'd like to be someone who's good at partying.
Someone who isn't always in some strange room inside of her.
I understand.
But the room is still there.
I must go.
Yes.
Then I'll see you on Monday.
See you on Monday.
I'm happy you signed up to play the sax.
Hello.
Thank you for choosing your instruments.
We've covered all available instruments.
We've had a last-minute addition.
Selma will be playing the sax.
-As for your assignment… -You play the sax? How retro.
Can we have a blow?
…on Lectio. Remember, you can always ask me for help.
So you just pull out a blower to impress the teacher?
Respect. Cool.
Thanks.
…examine and compare the different opinions.
Does that make sense?
-What do you think, Selma? -Yes.
-Sorry, what? -We'll start on the Constitutional Act?
-Is everything okay in Selma? -Yes. Let's do it.
You're a terrible liar. What's going on?
-Are you tired? -I'm thinking of our music assignment.
It's not due for another two weeks. This is history class.
It doesn't matter. I haven't thought about it. I'd forgotten all about it.
-We could do it together. -I think we're meant to do it alone.
-That's the nature of the assignment. -We'll just help each other.
We'll meet on Saturday at 10 am outside the supermarket and go to your place
after buying some snacks. We'll hang out, but also be productive.
And we'll get ready for Clint's party. Do we have a plan?
I'm in. We have a plan. Problem solved.
-You're doing well. -Thank you.
By the way… I heard that Johan is in a relationship with Ida-Sofie.
-With her? -Yes. She's much older than him.
-It's insane, right? -I don't believe it.
MUSIC ASSIGNMENT
TEACHER
-They will definitely win. -No way!
-Esbjerg will win 3-0. -Yeah, right!
I mean it.
-Do you want to bet? -Sure.
I know I'm not supposed to text you. Thinking about you. Can't help myself.
…if you will do that for next class, please. Thank you!
Selma, do you have a minute?
-See you outside. -Yes.
I brought you some sheet music.
This song has a cool sax solo which might inspire you for when you
do your assignment.
Okay. Thanks.
Selma, you can't text me like that.
No. I was drunk, and it just happened.
It's no good.
I'm your teacher, you're my student. We can't communicate like that.
Okay.
Great.
I'm sorry it has to be this way.
What's up? What did Johan want?
He gave me some sheet music for inspiration.
Niklas got us on the list tonight. Isn't that just great?
Tomorrow is Clint's party, so I thought we'd take it easy tonight.
That's entirely up to you. It's a free country.
But we're going out. Come on, Birdie!
Where did you hear that?
-There's Johan. Right there. -The sleek music teacher?
-He goes out the same place as you? -He's actually old enough to be here.
But it's weird that he goes out with his students.
You make it sound as if we came here with him. He's all the way over there.
He's not that much older than us. Let's go say hi.
-No! -That would be too weird.
Do you have a crush on him, Jas?
-He's a teacher. -I can talk to whomever I like.
I'll go talk to him. Come with me, Birdie. Come on, Selma.
Let's say hello to him.
-Far out. -It's sick.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Who are you? -Johan is our music teacher.
-Lucky us! -Right, I see.
Sorry, this is Birdie and Selma, and I'm Jas.
Well, hello. Patrick.
-Hi, Patrick. -Jonathan.
-Aren't you too young to be here? -You think?
You don't always have to follow the rules. I mean, what are rules?
I don't know. Do you? Where are you going?
-I need to go to the loo. -To take a dump? Sorry!
Let's make a toast. Where can you find the Titanic? At the bottom. Bottoms up!
-Bottoms up! -No.
Selma, you can't just leave like that!
Patrick bought a bottle of booze and disappeared. Jas and I have the bottle.
We've had several drinks. Crazy! Who buys a whole bottle of booze?
Are you okay? Let's get you a drink.
-Let me know the next time you leave. -Sure. I'll be right back.
Johan?
-Where are you going? -Home. I knew I shouldn't have come.
-I don't know what I was thinking. -I told Jasmin to leave you alone.
-Jasmin's just drunk and transgressive. -I'll get the blame. Is it a competition?
-No, it's not. -This isn't a game.
-Then why did you show up? -Because I wanted to see you!
I want to see you too.
Shit!
-Suddenly we're alone in your flat. -Yes. Suddenly we're in my flat.
You can stay the night.
Just to sleep.
Just to sleep?
Good morning.
Sent you a Snap.
Hi, Selma. We're waiting for you. We can't find you via Snap Map.
-But we're waiting for you. -Fuck.
I don't feel so good.
-Why didn't you tell us? -I completely forgot about our meeting.
JAS: You seemed fine yesterday?
I became sick last night at the club.
And I woke up this morning with a fever.
I feel really awful.
What about Clint's party and the assignment?
I feel too ill to go.
Okay, then Birdie and I will just write a hit ourselves.
I need to go.
Okay.
-Being here feels wrong. -I understand.
But it also feels amazing.
Yes, it also feels amazing.
-Sorry! -You don't have to apologise.
How embarrassing. Now I really need to go.
-Because of a fart? -Yes.
And a strict teacher who wants me to write a piece of music for Monday.
-Let me hear what you have. -I don't have anything.
-I only have some bleep-bleep. -Bleep-bleep?
I have a sax on the shelf in there.
So…
Okay.
It's cool.
Right, Johan…
I'd like to hear about your relationship with music.
-Try. Try a position. Just hold it. -Cute. Let me hear what you have.
I don't have a lot.
-I hate playing in front of others. -You'll do fine.
Okay. Great.
Do you have a chorus?
Yes.
Well…
Maybe…
-What do you think? -Try expanding it.
-It's hard to find the bridge. -You're overthinking it. Don't think.
I can't help it. I can't!
What?
-Breathe. -I'm breathing.
Breathe.
That's your room.
-I'm playing. -Are you joining in? All of it? Okay.
Are you ready?
-Hi. -Hi.
Selma? Where are you going? We have PE. It's this way.
Right.
Remember the music cafe on Friday at 4 pm, straight after class.
You know the music cafe? I'm nervous about playing the solo.
Then you'll be in the backing group. Don't do it on my account.
-Best sax solo? -"Born to Run" by Bruce Springsteen.
Right. Or the one from Pink Floyd's "Money".
-"Moondance". -Van Morrison!
George Michael. "Careless Whisper". It's my favourite.
-That sax solo is exquisite. -It's really, really good.
Hi, Mum.
-You're early. -Yes, I'm… Camilla, Selma's mum.
Johan, Selma's music teacher.
Your daughter is very talented. She just needs to recognise it.
I'm looking forward to hearing you play the sax.
I'm not playing. Today, I'm in the backing group.
-I thought you were… -I can't play in front of an audience.
I must have misunderstood something. I look forward to hearing you sing then.
Right, folks. Let's open the music cafe.
-Exciting. Shall I come too? -No.
-Why are you so early? -Doesn't it start now?
Go sit on a bench. Don't talk to anyone.
Do you want to come for a walk?
You're not supposed to text me.
I can't keep my own rules anymore.
I've thought about my favourite sax solo.
What is it?
"The Logical Song" by Supertramp.
-Do you know it? -Yes, it's… Why didn't I think of it?
-I don't know. -How come you know so many old songs?
-My dad introduced me to them. -What does he do?
He died.
He died when I was 10 years old.
-Shit! I need to go. -Why?
-I'm babysitting my siblings. -Okay. Can I come along?
Well… I can text you my address later, and you can come if you like.
I was joking. I can't come to your house.
Yes, you can. My mum and Bjørn won't be home until late.
Sorry!
-Hi. I'm sorry. -I'll be half an hour late!
Sorry. I forgot.
-Hi! -Hi.
-Give them these. -Yes. Will you still be home late?
I'll be home after midnight, and Bjørn will be even later.
-I'll put them to bed. Off you go. -We need to talk.
-Yes? -You're holding something back.
-I just forgot. -Yes, and that's not like you.
What's going on? Where were you?
I was practicing the sax at school.
It's strange that you practice the sax, but you never play in front of anyone.
No, but I don't like playing in front of others.
-No… -But I can still enjoy playing alone.
Yes. Sorry. Sweetie, it's just because…
-I was just worried. -Don't be. Off you go.
-Bye. Bye, guys! -Bye.
The little ones are asleep.
-Hi. -Hi.
I couldn't…
Put your coat there.
Hi.
Come on.
Selma, I can't sleep.
-I'm coming. -Who's he?
This is my friend Johan.
We're starting rehearsals for the big song we'll be doing at the show.
You're doing "The Logical Song" by Supertramp.
-What? -"The Logical Song" by Supertramp.
-Why not play something we know? -You will get to know it.
Super! Tramps!
Toke on drums, Angela, Elisabeth, Alba and Olivia on vocals.
Anton on the bass, Matti on the piano, Elias on the keyboard.
Elliot and Bjørn on percussion, Jasmin and Alberte backing group.
Carl on the guitar, and there's a cool sax solo for you, Selma.
-But I can't play that. -You can learn.
-I can't. -I know you can.
DO YOU WANT TO GO?
RAVEL FOR CELLO AND PIANO
-Are you coming? -Yes.
Come in.
-Hi. Thank you for the ticket. -Yes, it was rather short notice.
It's Josefine Opsahl and Nikolai Hess. Have you heard of them?
-No. -They're amazing.
-Do you want to go? -But can we do that?
-Yes. -Okay.
What if we meet someone? Your music friends or…
We won't.
But if we do we're just acquaintances who are at the concert together.
Yes.
She's so authentic. She really has…
She has really found that room we talked about.
Will you hold this? I just need to excuse myself before they start again.
See you in a minute. Whoops!
Selma?
What are you doing here?
-Hi. -What are you doing here?
Good question. I don't know, but I'm here with my mum and my nan.
They say it's a generational woman thing to listen to this Stone Age music.
-Who are you here with? -My dad.
You mean Bjørn, your mum's boyfriend?
No, just my dad.
-You've never talked about him. -He lives abroad. I rarely see him.
Okay.
-That means we have to go back in. -Unfortunately.
Yes. See you!
Jasmin is there. I can't go back in. I can't do this.
-Do you want to come in? -No.
Well…
You're my teacher. Can you…
Can you please end this?
I can't.
Good morning!
Morning! Thanks for handing in your assignments.
-You can log in to see your grades. -How exciting.
Anything above an E is a waste of energy.
GRADE: A+
It's doesn't matter. What did you get?
You got an A+!
That's insane. You hadn't started on Friday, and you were ill at the weekend.
-I must have had an epiphany. -Indeed. It makes no sense.
Congratulations on your epiphany. Well done.
-What did you get, Birdie? -C.
She got an A+ on her assignment.
It sounds weird, but I think there's something going on between those two.
-Why did you give me an A+? -Your assignment was that good.
They think I didn't spend time on it, so it seems strange.
But the assignment is that good.
I went to this concert with my mum and my nan.
Selma was there with her dad.
-With her dad? -That's what she said.
And suddenly Johan was there too.
I have a strange feeling about that.
What if they know about us?
They don't.
You don't know that.
Everybody knows I got an A+. We wrote the song together.
You more or less wrote it all.
-Hi. -Can we talk?
-Over here. -What's up?
What's going on?
What do you mean?
I know you haven't told many people, but your dad is dead.
Yes.
So you're lying. You told Jas you were at the concert with your dad.
Yes. But that's because I…
You went with Johan.
You two are in a relationship. Selma…
-Why didn't you say anything? -I was afraid you'd judge me.
I would never judge you.
My stomach hurts all the time.
I know it's wrong, but I don't know what to do.
Come here.
You can't tell anybody.
You can't tell Jasmin.
-I won't tell anyone. -I should have ended it a long time ago.
He should have ended it a long time ago.
It should never have happened, but it's not your fault.
It's my fault too. I wanted it.
No, it's not your fault.
It's his fault.
Selma? Can I talk to you?
Let's go into my office. It won't take long.
FOCUS!
BREATHE!
Listen, Selma… An incident has been reported to us.
It regards an assignment which you got an A+ for in Johan Kvist's class.
I see.
It's not that you're not allowed to get an A+.
Apparently, Johan has given you preferential treatment in his class.
-I don't know anything about that. -Did you do the assignment yourself?
Yes.
It appears Johan and you also have an intimate relationship.
-I see. -So that's not true?
No.
-I spoke to Johan about it. -Okay.
He says there's nothing going on between you.
That's true.
He also says you did the assignment yourself.
-Yes, and that's true. -Selma, I want you to know that…
In case something is going on, or if something has been going on
I understand that it can be difficult to tell me.
Nothing has been going on.
-Who reported it? -I'm afraid I can't tell you.
What the hell are you doing? Why did you tell them?
You told the headmistress about Johan.
I only told you. How else would she know?
-I didn't tell anyone. -Did you tell Jasmin?
Selma, I didn't tell anyone.
I know you're confused, but you're mixing things up.
-It's completely… Creme Brûlée. -Creme Brûlée?
-The guy who did The Water Lilies. -Claude Monet?
From a distance, you're seeing water lilies. Close up, it's a mess.
I don't want to talk about water lilies right now.
-This is really bad. -Now we'll keep our heads down.
There'll be all sorts of rumours about me. There will.
-I'm banging the teacher. -No, you're not.
Anyway, people don't know the real story.
-You'll get fired! -Calm down, Selma.
-We need to do something! -We have lots of options.
I'll find another job. And you finish high school in 18 months.
-18 months? -Yes, and then we can be together.
-It's a long time. -We'll work it out.
-How? I have no idea how! -But I love you!
-Stop. Don't say you love me. -I know it's wrong, but I do.
I do. Selma, listen…
We need to do something. Don't you see? Then do something!
-That's what I'm doing! -It's impossible.
-We have to end it. -I don't want to.
No, but you have to. I went to the headmistress' office…
-Listen… -This feels so wrong.
It won't work. And if you can't make the decision, then I will.
Selma, can't we just…
No! It ends now.
Your mum told me you got an A+ in your first music assignment.
Well done, Selma. Congratulations.
-That guy Johan must be very good. -Johan?
The guy Selma was playing with on the sofa?
No, I didn't. Nothing. It's nothing.
-I don't. -What's going on?
Nothing. I'm not playing with anybody.
-Sweetie… -Don't touch me!
-You shouldn't handle this yourself. -Yes, I should.
Selma… Sometimes life just rushes by, and you forget about how you feel.
Great advice from a mum who neglects her own feelings!
You don't have time to look after the kids your young lover wanted.
-You don't have time either! -That's not the point here.
-The point here is… -I don't want to talk about it.
Hi, I didn't think you were coming.
-The others said you had other plans. -I didn't.
-Do you want a drink? -Yes, please.
Thank you. Cheers.
-Can you get enough? -What are you doing?
Be nice to Clint. You're all over the fucking place all the time.
Don't expect too much. She'll just fuck you to use you.
Just like she fucks our music teacher to use him.
Yes, I heard your conversation about how he'd helped you
with your music assignment that he gave you an A+ for.
Congratulations, Selma.
Getting an A+ for something the teacher did himself.
And you didn't go to the concert with your dad. Apparently, he's dead.
Selma, you're fucking everything up. Why didn't you tell us?
So you went to the headmistress? Do you know how humiliating it was?
Do you know how fucked up a relationship to a teacher is?
You say that we should do what we want.
But you don't bang your teacher just to get a good grade!
And you've kept us in the dark by not telling us anything!
-What kind of friend are you? -I could ask you the same thing!
You say we should get drunk and get laid, but you won't let anyone near you.
Clint?
Clint, wake up.
I will.
You need to get up now.
I think you're lovely despite what happened with that guy.
Will you please leave?
-What do you mean? We just… -Yes, but we shouldn't have done that.
What's wrong with you?
Why are you being like that?
I just don't want you here right now.
I hope that you and Jas will sort things out.
-Maybe she's just jealous. -Why would she be jealous?
-Maybe she's jealous about Johan. -What?
Maybe she has a crush on you.
Clint, what the hell are you talking about?
Nothing.
See you, Selma.
Good morning! Good morning, everyone!
As you can see, I'm not Johan.
Johan just handed in his resignation.
So I had to step in.
You're rehearsing for a concert, right?
And apparently, it's sold out. We have a full house.
So I hope you sound good.
-Hi. -Hi.
Before I delete your number
I just wanted to say that I hope everything's going well with your solo.
It's not. I can't… get it to work.
But you still have that room inside.
I hope you find it.
Can I just say something?
Sure.
Talk away.
A year ago, I did something stupid which really hurt my best friend.
It ruined our friendship.
Since then, I've really missed having a friendship
with someone who understands me and looks out for me.
That was what I was hoping to find with you guys.
I know that falling in love with your teacher is incredibly stupid.
But… I can't change that.
In a moment, I'll play the sax in front of the whole school, and I'm so nervous.
And I could use a friendship where nobody judges or shames each other
but where you accept each other for who you are.
I don't know if you can do that, Jasmin.
This is ridiculous! Seriously!
Hi, Selma. I'm glad you came.
Okay, let's do it.
FOCUS!
Go on.
BREATHE!!!
I found it.
Subtitles: Rikke Thomsen