All language subtitles for Karla og Jonas.English

"Jonas" is the nicest name
in the whole world.

It's also the name of the first boy
to ever kiss me.

I met him this summer, and
he gave me his cell phone number.

I think about him a thousand times
a day, though it's months ago now.

KARLA AND JONAS

That's why I bet
he's forgotten all about me.

The square of X times 3 equals 48.

- What does that equal?
- Huh?

The square of Jonas times 3
equals a billion Jonas?

So call him.

- No way!
- Why not?

- He doesn't want to talk to me.
- He gave you his number, didn't he?

- He doesn't remember me.
- He kissed you.

What if he's really upset
because you haven't called?

Call him.

If you don't, you may regret it
for the rest of your life.

No, I can't, Katrine!

Okay. Then I'll do it.

No, Katrine! Give it to me!

Give it to me! Stop!
Stop! I mean it!

Okay, I'll do it, I promise.
Just give it to me.

- What am I gonna say?
- Ask if he wants to go out with you.

- Are you insane?
- Then ask him why he kissed you.

- No, I can't.
- Sure you can.

Say you're doing a paper on living in
a home, and ask him for an interview.

Okay.

- Hi, it's Jonas.
- Hi, Jonas. It's Karla.

- Karla who?
- We met this summer.

- Okay. Hi.
- I'm calling because...

I'm doing a paper on what it's like
to live in a home. Can I interview you?

- I guess so. When?
- I dunno. Tomorrow?

Okay. It just happens
to be my birthday.

- Oh, congratulations... on tomorrow.
- Thanks.

Just stop by after school.
See ya.

- What did he say?
- He remembered me!

- What did he say?
- What am I gonna wear?

Okay... No.

Look at my hair.
It looks like mouse shit!

I never should've called Jonas.
I look like shit.

We'll do a makeover on you.

"Apply the color using the bottle."

"Start at the scalp
and apply the color evenly."

- Do you want to play Pictionary?
- No, and get out.

- What are you doing?
- It washes out.

Don't dye your hair
without asking me.

Well, I'm going to.
I paid for it myself anyway.

I forbid you to put this cocktail of
chemicals in your hair. You'll ruin it.

- But you dye your hair.
- That's different.

- Why?
- I'm a grown-up.

So you can ruin your hair
because you're old, is that it?

- Just don't dye your hair, okay?
- Why do you have to be like this?

All my friends are allowed.
Katrine's allowed.

- You're allowed to dye your hair?
- Well, we've talked about it.

Karla...

You have beautiful hair. It glows...

Like mouse shit! I'm not bringing this
mop to my friend's birthday tomorrow!

- You'll just have to.
- You freak out over some hair color!

- I'm not getting a goddamn piercing!
- Don't use that tone with me!

- Fuck you!
- Go to your room, now!

Don't talk like that to me!

I guess I'd better get going.

- Get lost.
- Dinner's ready.

Get lost!

- Next time, knock.
- Huh?

Knock!

- Oh, come in!
- Mom says you gotta come down.

I don't wanna talk to her.

- What?
- Are you mad at Mom?

Yes. She treats me like a child.

I know the feeling. Sometimes
you're small, sometimes you're big.

- We just gotta learn to live with it.
- Dinner's ready.

An apartment block?
Or a...

Here we go.
Bum...? What then?

Your drawing is so bad.

- Hungry?
- No thanks.

Pig sound! Wolf cry! Pig...

A cow? A horse?

This is the moment Anna has been
waiting for all her life.

At last she's found
her long lost mother.

- Karla, help me.
- Karla's way too grown up for this.

Shut up!

Are you gonna go straight to an old
people's home when you move out?

- Drama queen.
- Enough.

- She's always in a shitty mood.
- You always tease her.

- You laughed too.
- Yeah, well...

Come in.

I'm sorry we laughed earlier.
We weren't laughing at you though.

- Still upset about your hair?
- Why do you treat me like a child?

- Because you are a child.
- I'm practically a teenager.

- That's not the same as being a child.
- Nor is it the same as being an adult.

Whose birthday is it tomorrow?

Come on, sweetie.
Who is it?

- Jonas.
- The boy you met this summer?

- I didn't know you'd kept in touch.
- I wanna go to sleep now.

Sleep tight, sweetie.

It's a... a house?

A farm?

- Are you wearing makeup?
- And?

- You just don't usually wear it.
- Well, I gotta go.

- I'm just going to drive Karla.
- No way. I'm going on my own.

- Do you know the way?
- Sure.

CHILDREN'S CARE CENTER

- Want me to call your mom?
- I bet she's drunk out of her mind.

- You don't know that.
- I know her better than you.

No smoking in here. You know that.

I told you to stop.

- Hi.
- I'm here to see Jonas.

- Oh, you're doing a paper for school?
- Yes.

Here you go.
Was this all your idea?

We could choose our own topic, so...

- I think Jonas is down there.
- Okay, thanks.

- There... Hey!
- You suck.

- I do not suck.
- That throw sucked.

- Let me try again, and I'll show you.
- Maybe.

No way, you little shit!

- Hi.
- Hi.

I haven't seen you before.
Who's this, Jonas?

- Just this girl Karla.
- Hi, Karla. Welcome.

- I'm Mikkel.
- Hi.

- Nice of you to come for his birthday.
- She's doing a paper for school.

About what it's like to live here.

Hello, Jonas. How about
showing Karla your room then?

Sure.

- Nice!
- It's okay.

- How many kids live here?
- 24.

- 24? Where is everyone then?
- Many are home for the weekend.

- So they have a family?
- Yes.

- How come they live here then?
- Maybe their parents are ill.

Or maybe they drink.
All kinds of reasons.

Is it fun to live in a home?
With so many kids, I mean.

I can be fun... sometimes.

- Are the grown-ups really strict?
- Not Mikkel. He's like a big brother.

He taught me to skate.

- Aren't you gonna take notes?
- I have a pretty good memory.

- Why do you live here?
- It's a long story.

Isn't that the picture
you showed me this summer?

You look so much like your real mom.

Think she remembers
it's your birthday today?

- What up? Is that your new girlfriend?
- Hell no.

- Hell yes!
- I'm gonna kill you!

Don't! Let go of me!

Hey, what's going on?
Sebastian, go to your room.

- The jerk threw water balloons at me!
- He's going through a rough time.

- He always is!
- Cheer up. It's your birthday.

Birthday cake in five minutes.
And presents.

I got you a present too.

- You can trade it for something else.
- No, I think it's cool.

Congratulations, big boy.
13 years, 13 candles.

And 13 cheers.
Long live Jonas!

And a long cheer!

- See? You do have a girlfriend.
- And you're jealous.

If it's not her, who is it?
Is she a babe?

- What do you think?
- Let's get down to the presents.

- Thanks! Nice.
- I got you something too.

- He's lucky!
- No way!

- Your old Enjoi board?
- Sure, new wheels and all.

Gee, thanks!

What a great gift. Something to
remember Mikkel by, when he stops.

- Stops?
- You didn't tell him?

Jonas, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean
for you to hear it like this.

- I wanted to tell you myself.
- Tell me what?

- I'm going to head another center.
- Great. I'll go with you.

- But you can't, Jonas.
- Sure I can.

- No, it's for young offenders.
- I'll become an offender then.

- Don't joke about that.
- I wasn't joking.

You can't come with me.
You have to stay here.

Jonas, wait!
Listen to me... Wait!

- I get why you're upset.
- You don't get shit.

You've got a mom and a dad
who'll do anything for you.

You've got a family somewhere too.

- You have a mom somewhere.
- Great mom! She gave me away.

Maybe she's been really sad about it
like those people on "Vanished".

It doesn't matter anyway.
I don't need anyone.

- Everybody needs somebody.
- Not me.

Maybe we could get "Vanished"
to find your mom.

There's no harm in asking, is there?

- Hi.
- How can I help you?

- It's about the show "Vanished".
- Have you got an appointment?

- No.
- You have to call or write them.

- Okay. When do they get off work?
- Around four or five.

- Hi. Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

Jonas' mom gave him up for adoption,
and now he'd like to find her.

We've got a picture of her.

I'd love to help you, but we don't
take on cases involving minors.

How mean!
It's minors that need their mom.

Then make a "Vanished - For Kids".
I think you'd get tons of viewers.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Told you so.

Karla. What are you doing here?

Hey, isn't that Jonas?
Good to see you.

- Did you come to pick me up?
- Not quite. We wanted to...

We wanted to... talk to the people
from "The X Factor".

- Jonas is a great singer.
- You are?

- But they told us to write a letter.
- I'll give you a ride home then.

- What school do you go to, Jonas?
- Krumborg School.

- Let's go upstairs.
- No more ice cream? Sure?

- Yes.
- This bit isn't worth saving.

- They do feed him, you know.
- I want an Enjoi board too.

- Jonas, let's go upstairs.
- Is the home for children only?

- So you get to decide everything?
- We have grown-ups looking after us.

Leif says you like singing.
Karla plays a mean organ.

- Keyboard!
- You should form a band.

- Don't be stupid!
- But you are really good.

- She attends the Magic Music School.
- Cut it out!

What?

- Why are you mad?
- Keep your dumb ideas to yourself!

Thanks, but I'd better go now.
I've got homework to do.

- Why are you so hard on your mom?
- I'm not.

- She's just such a pain.
- She's just trying to be nice.

- But she's not very good at it.
- I don't get why you're mad at her.

Well, you don't know what it's like
to have an interfering mom, do you?

You're right. I don't.

- But you didn't mean it like that.
- No.

Anyway, he's got a girlfriend.

Yeah? He said so?

No, but I know
because of something he said.

I just wanted us to be friends.
And now he's pissed off at me.

- Why don't you text him?
- I already did. He doesn't reply.

So go and apologize then.

- Bye. Remember to write.
- I will. Bye.

- Karla.
- Hi. I just came to see Jonas.

- Does he know you're coming?
- No, I just want to tell him something.

You should let us know you're coming,
so we can keep track of things.

He's in the laundry room.

- Yeah?
- I'm looking for the laundry room.

Down there.

- You're not afraid to go down alone?
- Why should I be?

Someone hanged themselves
down there once.

- I didn't know.
- Nasty, huh?

- Who was it?
- A spider.

- I'm not afraid of spiders.
- Not even big ones like this?

I'm sorry about what I said about
your mom. I didn't mean it like that.

- It's okay.
- No, it was stupid of me.

Well, you don't know what it's like
not to have a mom.

I bet it's 20 times worse than
having one. 100 times worse even.

Hey, I think you ruined something
in the washer.

Haven't you got your birth certificate?
That would tell us her name.

Maybe it's in the office. But
I'm not allowed to know her name.

But... we could still try to find it,
couldn't we?

How?

I promise to let you know beforehand
the next time.

I'd get a better understanding of life
here at the home, if I could sleep here.

- Are your parents okay with this?
- Yes.

Okay then.

- You can help cook dinner.
- Okay.

- Hurry up with the cucumber.
- Coming.

Will you lay the table? Thanks.

- Hurry up.
- How are you doing?

Not good.
They're delaying me.

Here you go.

There.

There!

There you go.

You're all set then.

Good night.

- Did you get the key?
- Yes.

Shit, I was nervous!

- Did you see where I left my keys?
- No.

- Strange. Well, sleep tight.
- You too.

Shit, that was close.

Oh, let me get you a T-shirt.

Can I come in?
I just need to brush my teeth.

- It's almost as if we were going out.
- Huh?

Nothing.

- Got a picture of your girlfriend?
- Huh?

- I'd like to see her.
- What? I don't have a girlfriend.

You don't?

Isn't it there?

You look.

- What the hell are you doing in here?
- We're trying to find Jonas' mom.

Sure you want to? She obviously
doesn't give a shit about you.

Don't tell on us. Please.

- Jette.
- Cille, what are you doing here?

- There's a giant spider in my bed.
- Get rid of it.

No way, it's gross!
Please go with me.

Okay then.

Her name is Nanna Nielsen.

You were born in Aarhus.
You're from the sticks, Jonas.

Christ, there's a lot.
Who's the right one?

That's what we're gonna find out.

But I can't just call her and go:
"Hi, are you my mom?"

- You could go to Aarhus.
- They'll never let me.

- I'll go with you. They won't find out.
- How's that?

You say you're sleeping over at my
house, and I say I'm sleeping here.

But really we meet at the train station.

Just keep it out of your paper, okay?

I'm not doing a paper.

- I made it up.
- Why?

Because...

- Do I have to answer?
- You like making up stories, huh?

No, I'm really quite honest.

It's just when I really need to.

Sure. Let's crash.

- Good night, Karla Liar.
- Oh, come on.

Don't worry.
I trust you one hundred percent.

I was afraid you'd forgotten me.

A girl like you is hard to forget.

- Need any help?
- Sure. Thanks.

Mom, can I sleep over
at Jonas' place on Friday?

- Again?
- It was fun, and so we thought...

Can't he sleep here?

It's best, if we stay at his place.

He needs to feel
his place is a nice place to be.

Oh, I see.

Next weekend then. This weekend
I want us all to be together.

- But...!
- Just tell him to come here.

I hate you!

- How long is this gonna go on?
- Until she moves out.

She never wants to be with us,
and she keeps getting mad at me.

Excuse me, but don't you always say
that a mad woman is a sad woman?

I miss her.

Maybe Jonas is the most important
thing in the world to Karla right now.

Okay, Karla.
Call Jonas and say it's okay.

I love you, Mom!
Not just because of this.

You're the best and the coolest mom
in the whole world.

Don't ask me.
I'm never gonna get you women.

The train for Aarhus is leaving
from platform 6.

- Aarhus.
- Two of those.

652 kroner.

Here's 200.

- Let's just get on the train.
- We could get fined.

- Only if we're caught.
- Okay.

There. Our own luxury compartment
directly to Aarhus.

Not bad.

- Wanna listen to some music?
- Okay.

It's pretty cool.

- I'd really like a Coke.
- Me too.

I'll run out and buy us some.

Whoops!

- I'd better stay here.
- Oh no!

This is the conductor.
Everything okay in there?

I'm going to open now.

Have you shown your tickets?
Can I see them again?

- Our mom's got them...
- Run!

Run!

- We'll just get the next train.
- The next luxury compartment.

How about a hamburger?

- I'm buying.
- Okay.

- Have you been there before?
- Many times. It's a really cool city.

- We could go visit my grandma.
- But no one can know we're there.

Oh, right. Dumb suggestion.

Stupid hair!

My mom won't even
let me dye it brown.

I like it like it is. It's golden.

I just need to...

- It's Katrine.
- Guess where I am.

- I can't.
- In Jutland. With Jonas.

I think he likes me a bit.
He just said I had golden hair.

- Katrine, what am I gonna do?
- Try to hold his hand.

- Bye.
- Who was it?

My mom...

No, it was Katrine.
Just Katrine.

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

Who's the first one?

The Gjellerup Park. Where's that?

- I dunno.
- I thought you knew the city.

Well, I know the shopping streets
and the old part of town.

That way.

I don't get it.
We're in a completely different place.

- We're here.
- That's like seven miles away!

- I told you to go left.
- You said right.

- But we turned left at the mall.
- Exactly.

You have absolutely
no sense of direction.

Good for you
you can play the organ.

Let's go back.

Karla. Coming?

How much money have you got?

- 150.
- I've got 30. We already owe 191.

How far is it?
We've only got 180.

- Are we there?
- No, but I can't give you a free ride.

- But how do we get out of here?
- Shoulda thought about that before.

- What do you want us to do?
- Just give me my money.

Thanks for the ride.

Idiot!

Where are you going?

So I'm an idiot
for spending all our money. Fine.

I was talking about the cab driver.

- We're broke.
- Who cares?

- No, let's walk.
- We don't know the way.

- Let's call my grandma.
- No!

What if we hitch a ride
with a serial killer?

You watch too many movies.

Coming?

Let's go.

Thanks for the ride.

- What if it's her?
- That would be great, wouldn't it?

What if she doesn't want
anything to do with me?

I'm sure she does.

Hi there.

We'd just like to know...

Hang on a sec, Alexander. Yes?

- We'd just like to know...
- Don't ask.

- Just hang on a sec. Yes?
- It's just...

Got any items for a jumble sale?

I've got my hands full with those two.
Sometimes I'd like to give them away.

Maybe you could sell them
at your jumble sale? Fantastic, huh?

Think it's her?

I bet no one wants
two screaming kids like that.

This one's nice. You can have that.

And this one you'll sell in a second.

Let's see...
This is practical and cute.

I'm not sure it works,
but you'll find out.

Okay, there you go.

Have you got a lot of items?

We're not really collecting items
for a jumble sale.

- Oh?
- We're looking for Jonas' mom.

Your mom?
Why do you think she's here?

Her name's Nanna Nielsen, and Jonas
was given up for adoption as a child.

Darling boy.

I'm really sorry,
but I'm not your mom.

- Sorry.
- You keep that.

Thanks.

I hope you find your mom, and if
you don't, I'll be happy to take you.

Bye.

At least I got a teddy bear.
Boy, it's ugly.

Think you love your mom
automatically?

- I guess so.
- What if you don't?

What if she's crazy?

There must be a reason
why I'm not with her.

But don't you want to know
that reason?

- There aren't any more buses now.
- Then what?

I dunno.

- We could go to my grandma's...
- That would screw everything up.

- Maybe she can help.
- She'll just call your mom.

And she'll call the center,
and then I'll never find my mom.

- We could find a bench at the station.
- Yeah, let's go.

Look at those two.
Aren't they a little young? Come on.

- Should you be out this late?
- We can't get home.

- We're just gonna sleep here.
- Nope, the cops will send you home.

She's right, you know.

- Are you a couple of city slickers?
- No, we're from Copenhagen.

As I said, city slickers.
Got any money?

- Don't hustle them, dude.
- I'm not. But they can't stay here.

You can sleep over at our place.
You just said they couldn't stay here!

- Where are they gonna sleep?
- In the living room.

Shit! Let go, Turbo.

- Let's just stay here.
- The cops will get us.

- Let go of the teddy!
- We don't even know them.

- You've got smokes.
- Where else do you suggest we go?

- He tore its eye. Sorry, dude.
- Don't worry about it.

- He can keep it.
- Are you coming then? Let's go.

- Please come. I'm beat.
- No, let's go to my grandma's.

- You don't give a shit about my mom.
- That's not true.

Go to your grandma then.
This isn't your project anyway.

Here, Turbo.

I want my own dog some day.

Turbo's the best thing that
ever happened to me. Huh, Turbo?

We're all out of milk,
but it's fine with just sugar on top.

Let's take Roma tonight.

Leave some for the rest of us!
You always smoke the lot.

- Hey, who paid for the shit?
- Social Security, dude.

- Here.
- No thanks.

At least she knows her manners.
She doesn't yap away like you, Nadja.

- Oh, shut up.
- No.

Never tried it before?
Well, it's about time then.

- I don't want to.
- You're turning down my sweet dope?

- Stop it.
- Butt out!

They're just kids, shit-for-brains!

- Shut up, mutt!
- Don't you kick him!

He attacked me.
Lay off, for fuck's sake!

- Patrik keeps his dog under control.
- Shut the fuck up!

- You shut the fuck up!
- I'm gonna kick your ass!

Fuck!

Okay, so let's go to your grandma's.

We did mean to go back home -

- but we just had to do something.
It's important to know your own mom.

Ever seen "Vanished"? They're adults,
and it's still important to them.

I do understand
why it's important to find Jonas' mom.

- So you're not gonna tell on us?
- You're safe now, aren't you?

It can wait until tomorrow, I'm sure.
I'll make your beds.

Okay, I've talked to your mom.

- What did she say?
- Well, she wasn't happy.

Is she gonna call the home?

Your mom hates breaking the rules,
but I think I talked her into it.

Great, huh?

I just know we're not gonna find her.

All you know is
you don't know anything.

I'm going to a funeral, and that's
something that can't be put off.

But if you hurry up, I can drive you
round to a couple of places.

Call me in a couple of hours
and tell me where you are.

And then
I'll drive you to the train station.

- Take care and good luck.
- Thanks.

Hi. Is your name Nanna Nielsen?

- No, it sure isn't.
- Let's just go then. Sorry.

- But it says so on the sign.
- It does?

Okay then,
but no Nanna Nielsen lives here.

We're looking for Jonas' mom,
and her name is Nanna Nielsen.

Oh. Well, come in then.

Why didn't you say so? I'm not
allowed to have cats here, you see.

Sit down.
And have some chocolate, please.

- How about a glass of milk?
- No thanks.

- I took over Nanna's apartment.
- Where did she move to?

- She didn't say.
- How do you know her?

I don't really know her.

Or I guess you do know people
you've met once or twice.

I think they're still good to eat.
I don't get many visitors.

- How did you get the apartment?
- Nanna cut my hair.

Too artsy, so now I do it myself.

- She's a hairdresser? Where?
- Think it's too long?

Here you go.
Now, tell me about yourselves.

- You're looking for your mother?
- Yes.

Divorce is not a good thing.
I never got married myself.

Not that I didn't get offers, mind you.

My sister married, but her husband
died. They moved to Australia -

- so I don't see much of them.
But I've got some pictures.

My sister's husband
loved taking pictures.

He worked as a photographer
until he hurt his arm.

For the last time:
Where does Nanna Nielsen work?

I think I still have her card.

Here you go.
"The Hair Salon".

- No Nanna Nielsen.
- Of course not.

- Who's next on the list?
- I've had it. We'll never find her.

- Don't just give up.
- I'm never gonna get a mom, period.

Don't go!

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.
I'm sure you can mend it.

I think this is yours.

- Was that her?
- I dunno. No, it was just...

- Nanna Nielsen doesn't work here?
- No.

- So who was that woman?
- Nanna Ostergaard.

I'd like to make an appointment
with her. Now, if possible.

Sure. Let me just ask her.

Lucky you. I just got a cancellation.

- Just a minute.
- She looks just like in the picture.

Wanna sit down?
I'll get you a chair.

- You don't say much, huh?
- He can't speak. He's dumb.

Oh dear.
But you can still sit down, huh?

Let me just brush it.

- Jonas was born here 13 years ago.
- Your name's Jonas?

I once knew a little boy called Jonas.

He looked a little like you.
Or so I imagined.

What's up with you?
Do you feel sick?

You have to tell her.

- Thanks.
- He's not really dumb.

- Were you called Nielsen before?
- Yes.

- Got any kids?
- A little girl.

- Sure you've only got one child?
- There was only one this morning.

But how many have you given birth to?

Look, what's going on?

We just thought
you might have more children -

- than your daughter at home.

Someone
who was put in a home maybe.

I'm really sorry,
if I said it the wrong way.

We're just looking for Jonas' mom -

- and all we know is she's called
Nanna Nielsen and lives in Aarhus.

And so we thought
you might be Jonas' mom.

When were you born?

- What are you celebrating?
- Know what we're celebrating?

My son's birthday.

- It's fantastic that you found me.
- It was all Karla's idea.

I tried to find you, but when you've
given up your child for adoption -

- you're not entitled
to any information, so I gave up.

- But I've missed you every day.
- Why did you give him away?

Everything was a mess.

I was 16, and my mom was very ill.
She was in and out of hospital -

- and my boyfriend Jesper just partied
all the time. He was never home.

We fought all the time,
and then he started beating me.

Then Social Security intervened -

- and persuaded me to give you up.

- But you wanted to keep him?
- Oh yes.

I thought I'd never see you again,
and now here you are.

I just can't stop bawling.

I have to call Michael, my husband.
He helped me look for you.

He's the best dad in the world.
He'll be so happy that I've found you.

- Hi. What's up?
- We found Jonas' mom.

Great! How did you find her?

Hello?

I know this is really selfish of me,
but now he's gonna move to Aarhus.

He's gonna get new friends
and forget all about me.

- You don't know that.
- Karla, come in.

I'll tell you all about it
when I get home. Bye.

- It's good.
- I think so too. Line loves drawing.

- Did you just move in?
- No, we're moving out.

- Dad said you had a surprise for me.
- This is your big brother Jonas.

- Where's my surprise?
- This is your surprise.

I don't want Jonas,
I want to go to Disneyland.

- Is he going to live with us?
- Yes, but not today.

We have to sort things out first.

Welcome home, Jonas.
We can't wait to get to know you.

- Call me tonight?
- Of course.

- This is for you.
- That's sweet of you.

- I do want a big brother after all.
- Aw.

Are you upset about something?

When you move to Aarhus, we won't
get to see each other anymore.

I'm not going to live in Aarhus.
Didn't you hear?

They're all moving over here.
Michael got a job here.

Can I ask you something?

This summer
when you gave me your number -

- and you...

- And you...
- And I kissed you?

- What about it?
- Why did you do it?

Because I thought you were nice,
and...

Because I hoped
you'd be my girlfriend.

Okay!

And now?

I still think you're nice. Nicer even.

- See ya.
- Bye, Karla Goldilocks.

I thought you'd moved
into a retirement home.

Hi, my great little brother.

- Hi, my just as great little brother.
- Now can we play Pictionary?

Not right now.
I need to talk to Karla first.

- I have something to say.
- I know.

If you had a friend as sad as Jonas,
you'd have done just the same.

Grandma understood.
Anyway, nothing happened.

Karla, the next time you're in trouble,
please come to us.

We're here to help you.
Even if you are growing up.

Do you understand?

- I've got something for you.
- Yeah?

It's organic.

But Mom...

Are you gonna be upset,
if I don't dye my hair after all?

I rather like my own color.

I don't blame you.
Come here.

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Helle Schou Kristiansen