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Christmas Eve's only four days away and everyone's looking forward to it.

So am I, of course. Only one thing makes me sad.

Come on, Karla. - Didn't you forget something?

I thought we were buying a Christmas tree.

Down you go, Junior. You can walk.

Thanks. Merry Christmas. - Think you can handle it?

Karla, give me a hand. Junior, grab hold of that end.

Isn't this pretty? - Sure, but we have to go now.

Is it just as pretty as me? - Sure it is. Come on, Karla.

Merry Christmas. - Sure it's big enough?

KARLA'S WORLD

Give me a hand, Karla. - Molly and I are exchanging presents.

Mads Morten, pick up your clothes. - We are baking later, right?

If there's time.

My mom always stresses. Especially before nice things like Christmas.

She wants the house cleaned and everything.

You're staying at Dad's this weekend.

Mom? I've been thinking... Can't Dad spend Christmas with us?

You and Mads Morten always spend Christmas with Dad on the 23rd.

That's not the real Christmas Eve. Why can't we all be together?

Because... we just can't, okay? - Why not?

See? My mom and dad are divorced and she doesn't want to see him.

That's why I'm sad.

Denmark takes the lead and scores!

Mads Morten's my real little brother. All he cares about is soccer.

Goal, goal, goal!

Junior is my halfbrother.

He blames everything on his invisible friend Licky.

Stop it!

Leifis my stepdad. He's okay but fartoo absorbed in his work.

He's a reporter and travels a lot.

Karla, pick up your stuff in the living room.

Get that ball outside and help clean up.

I'm going to Molly's. - Help out if you want your allowance.

This is my room... if you can call it that.

You promised to fınish my room before Christmas.

When are you going to do it? Christmas is just around the comer.

Leif! Leif! - Later. This is important.

Come on! - Later, Karla.

It's not fair. You promised! - Get your stuff off the table.

We'll get round to it.

The grown-ups couldn't care less about Christmas.

It didn't used to be like that.

It's a long time ago, but I still remember.

Christmas was different then. Much nicer.

Goal! - Lay off!

He dribbles... - Stop playing in here!

Get out! - It's my room too. Go to your own.

Throw-in! Ready?

Geez!

If you want your allowance, clean up! That goes foryou too, Karla.

She's in a shitty mood. - Maybe she quit smoking again.

She couldn't care less about Christmas. She's possessed.

By what? - Acleaning demon.

It's terrible. An evil spirit has entered herbody-

...and now it's going to force us to clean up all the time.

She's so not in the Christmas spirit.

What are we going to do? - Exorcize the demon, of course.

But how? - Drench it in holy water.

Spit in it. Abracadabra.

One bucket ofholy water. We'll show that demon.

Licky says Santa doesn't give kids who drench their mom any presents.

Well, it wasn't our idea. It was Karla's.

Are we going to bake cookies? You're so not in the Christmas spirit.

I promise we'll have a good time. - When? Where are the decorations?

Why can't we bake cookies now? - Because the house is a mess...

Mads Morten! Junior!

It was Licky. - Licky isn't real.

Karla said it would help Christmas. - Liar!

You said Mom was possessed. - She seems to be.

All you do is clean. You won't do any Christmas stuff.

Clean up yourmess. And make it snappy. Dad's on his way.

WE ALL LIVE HERE

WE ALL LIVE HERE

I've got the worst family. This is going to be the worst Christmas ever!

Other families know how to spend Christmas. But not mine.

Hi. - Hi, Karla.

I brought you your present. I wrapped it up myself.

Thanks. It's beautiful. Let me get yours.

That's lovely.

What a good idea with a pretty edge. What else are you putting on?

Sit down. Want to decorate a cookie?

No thanks. My dad's picking me up.

Here you are. - Thanks a lot.

Take some home with you then. - Thanks.

Say hi to yourmom.

Is Mom still mad? - She'll come round.

Be glad you're going to Frank's. - Who's Frank?

Mads Morten's and my dad, moron! - But you're our dad.

No, I'm your dad. Frank is their dad.

He used to live with Mom. - Hello, they were married.

Why doesn't Frank live here then? - Grown-ups don't want it that way.

When they divorce, they split up and don't even spend Christmas together.

Let's go.

Don't stay up too late and don't act up.

The bucket of water wasn't my idea. - Promise me one thing.

I know! Dad can't take us driving. - Well, he's lost his license.

He doesn't drink anymore. I'll make sure he doesn't drive.

Karla... Dad is a grown man. It's not your job to look after him.

It's okay to help people, isn't it? - I guess. Grab your bags.

Think he forgot? - No, he'll be here.

Karla, on my day off we'll bake gingerbread cookies and crullers.

No, crullers are gross.

Dad!

This is my dad.

He's a chef and sometimes an artist.

But he's best at just being Dad.

Hi, Dad. - Hi, baby.

Looking forward to the Christmas holidays? Hi, Rikke.

Mads Morten's got a soccer game tomorrow so have them home by one.

No problem. - Bye, Mom.

See you. - See you tomorrow.

Know what I want forChristmas? - Ten kisses from me.

No. - They're hard to wrap up anyway.

We have to make out a shopping list for the 23rd like we always do.

And play Monopoly. - I'm the bank.

You have to be good at counting. - I can count to 7,000 billion.

That's exactly what Monopoly requires. There's just one problem.

They're all over the garden. - Who are?

The pirates. It's bad!

Bottle in sight. Stand clear! - Watch out, you idiot.

Crazy Ejnar! He thinks he's participating in Tour de France.

Maybe he is.

Surrender! - I'll get you, you bilge rat!

Fresh cannonballs! - Arrr! It's Cannonball Karla.

Shiver me timbers! - Man the cannons. Surrender!

Over my dead one-eyed body!

Shoot him, Cannonball Karla.

Pirates, huh? - Yes.

Apirate once stole a batch of Swiss watches from me.

Take that!

Do you use that bike? - Yes.

Just checking. Can I lease it? No?

Long distance call.

Shoot him, Karla!

I hereby conquer the deck schooner. - No, it belongs to King Chicken!

The deathblow!

The Terror of the Seas is defeated. Gush, gush, gush... I'm dying.

Death to One Eye! - We beat him.

Stupid One Eye is dead. Let's conquer Pirates Island.

No, because the pirates are coming back as... Zombies!

Shoot him, Cannonball Karla. I'm coming.

You can't drive. - He has to go to the hospital.

But we promised Mom. - This is an emergency.

It's against the law. - Hang on. I'll drive you there.

No thanks. - Let him, Dad.

My license expires in 2032. - Is that you?

Need glasses, huh? Hang on to those shares. I'll get back to you.

Laurvig, CEO. Let's get going.

When's the last time you drove? - Paris-Dakar, only seven years ago.

Haven't you had a bath since either? - You're still alive and kicking, huh?

Mind your head.

There you go.

Tell Mr. Tong to wait until the Hong Kong Exchange opens.

It's only seven million.

So sell the Danica stock.

Sell.

May I ask your name? - Karla.

Bertram Alexander Busse-Laurvig, CEO.

My friends call me Buster.

Think he'll live? - No. I know he will.

Think they have to sew him up? - Look, I've got 29 stitches.

During the stock exchange panic in 89 I ran my head into a glass door.

Tough times.

Shouldn't you call yourmother? - She mustn't know anything.

Sometimes we stay at Dad's. Most of the time we stay with Mom and Leif.

He neverfinishes my room. - Can't your dad do it then?

Mom doesn't want him in herhouse. Not because she's mean.

She's just mad at him because he's an alcoholic. He drinks too much beer.

But he only drinks during bad times. - I've had a few of those myself.

Too many business dinners, deals to celebrate, you know the drill.

But you quit? - I haven't had a drop in two years.

I bet!

Isn't that a poodle? Lovely breed. I love poodles.

I preferthem with potatoes and mustard sauce.

Woof!

Eggnog, marzipan, candy canes, tangerines, cookies, nuts, -

...rice pudding, cinnamon, milk, butter, sweet potatoes and ham.

Is that all? - It sounds like it. Let me see.

It doesn't hurt anymore. - Tell me if you grow faint.

Mads Morten, Buster once ate a poodle with mustard sauce.

Dad says he's homeless so you have to eat what you can get.

Dinner's served. Mind the hot plates.

It smells yummy.

I guess you can take it from here.

You can stay for dinner and a game of Monopoly. Right, Dad?

Sure.

5,000, 6,000, 7,000, 8,000, 11,000...

11,000 for a room in the suburbs. Money's tight now.

Where are you spending Christmas? - With some business associates.

"You've won 5,000 in the lottery."

5,000 smackeroos. - You're good at that.

I used to work at a bank but had to stop after a minor misunderstanding.

I'm 1,000 short. - Impossible.

I can count despite my head injury. - Hey, anyone can make a mistake.

Like when you worked at the bank? - It was all a misunderstanding.

I preferred branching out on my own anyway.

One, two, three, four... That's up for sale.

But it's expensive. - Mads Morten, old pal.

Will you give me a loan? I'll pay it back with interest.

Got any collateral? - Don't you trust me?

Buster. - What's this? Money underthe table.

Sold to this gentleman!

Your dad, Karla... - What about him?

Nice guy. Even ifhe does drink. - But he doesn't, not anymore.

I know. He can get help. How do you think I quit?

They're a shitload of self-righteous jerks, but it works.

Where are they? - Trust me, he knows.

Thanks for the loan. If you ever need help, just look me up.

That's a promise.

So long. Wall Street calls.

I'm going to ask Mom again. - What?

To let you come on Christmas Eve.

But we're spending the night before Christmas Eve together.

Is a ten-year-old girl too old to sit on her father's lap? Come here.

Dad?

Buster drank too much once. But some people helped him.

Really? - Abunch of shit-righteous jerks.

Good for him.

Don't tell Mom about the accident.

Hi, kids. Everything okay? - Sure.

What's this? - Dad gave it to me.

Isn't it a bit old? - No, it's cool.

Get your soccer gear. - Bye.

Don't ask Mom about Christmas. - It's not right without you.

It's for the best. But we'll have the best Christmas party ever, okay?

Lfit snows, we'll do Death Ridge. - You're too scared.

I was the local death sled champion at the age of 12. Well?

Deal.

Bye.

Leif, I want a beanbag for my new room and a flowerlamp.

Are you taking notes? - I'm in a hurry.

Aren't you off work? - No. Take off that cap.

No, Dad gave it to me. - Don't wear it indoors.

Shit! - Don't cuss.

I've got an interview in Stockholm. - An interview!

How about fınishing my room? He's so unfair.

Are you sick? - Yes, I've got a migraine.

But we're baking cookies. - Here.

You promised. - I have to go.

Take a pill. Get well soon. - Thanks.

I won't be home until tomorrow.

Who's going to look after you? - We aren't babies anymore.

I can look afterthem. - Sure?

Today you're the grown-up then. - Fine. Can we bake cookies?

Please, Mom. Please.

Stop it. - Stop it, will you?

You can't hit me.

Look out!

It wasn't me. It was Licky. - Stupid brat!

I'm hungry. - The cookies are done soon.

I'm hungry now. You're the grown-up so you have to make food.

Shut up. - Come wipe me.

Do it yourself. - No, you have to help me.

I'm hungry. - Come wipe me.

Isn't it pretty? - Yes, very pretty.

You didn't even look.

It's very pretty. - How pretty?

Very pretty. - Prettier than you?

No. - Prettierthan me?

Lay off the poop talk!

The chocolate is boiling like crazy.

It's not funny!

Whoops.

I can't get anything done when you're being so childish.

You got chocolate all overthe wall.

Mom, you have to get up. - I can't.

Can't we call Dad then? Why are you so mad at him?

I'm not mad at him.

It's snowing. It's snowing.

Let's go sledging. - No! Let go.

It's snowing. - Lay off. Give me that.

Clean up that mess.

Two birds were sitting on a branch. "Pinchme" and "Punchme".

Punchme flew away. Who was left? - No one, shitface!

Stop it before he starts to cry. - Shitface!

Stop fıghting. It'll end in tears. - Give me back my cap.

Give it back now!

Stop it! - What's wrong with your head?

None of your business! - Tell me.

Stop it, do you hear? - Mads Morten, don't!

Would you like to try a nice glass of warm punch?

How about you, Miss? Santa's Own Punch.

Perfect for every Christmas occasion. Would you like to try, sir?

Just a tiny glass? - I don't know...

They're selling like hot cakes.

Just a tiny glass then. - Ideal for this festive season.

What do you think? - It's good.

Go ahead.

I'll take a bottle. - Buy three and get an elf hat.

I'll grab two more. - It all adds to the Christmas spirit.

Santa's Own Punch.

Phew! I see why Mom gets so stressed out now.

Grown-ups don't have it easy.

"Dear Mom. I hope you get well soon."

"Merry Christmas. Hugs and kisses, Karla."

"I love you."

Mom, wake up, it's the 23rd. We're going over to Dad's.

Mommy. Wake up. - In a minute, baby.

I need a bath.

Karla speaking.

Hi, Dad. I'm ready. You can come and get me.

I'm afraid something's cropped up. I can't make it today.

I'll call you in a couple of days.

Bye, baby. - Bye.

What a mess! What have you been up to with that oatmeal?

It was snowing. - I did vacuum.

I've been cleaning for days, and now look! And the vase...

It was Licky. - One sick day, and you cause havoc.

But I tried, Mom. - To tear the place apart orwhat?

Who was that on the phone? - Dad.

What did he want? - He can't make it today.

Christ!

Aren't we going to Dad's? - He can't make it, okay?

He's been drinking, and you know it. - You don't know shit about that!

No, but that's the way it is. - None of you care about me.

I'm sure Dad is sorry... - The hell he is. Neither are you.

That's enough. It's not like it's the end of the world.

Are you very sad? - No. Get lost.

Licky thinks Mom's stupid too. - But Mom doesn't tell Licky off.

She always takes it out on me. You'd be better off without me.

Are you moving? - Yes.

Where to? - I don't know.

Are you going to live on the street? - Like Buster. It's gonna be cool.

Are you going to stay with him? - None of your business.

Licky says Mom's gonna get really mad if you move.

I hope so. Mad and unhappy.

This is a lie. We don't all live here.

My dad can't even come inside. - Me and Licky can't go out the gate.

Exactly! - Hi, Karla.

Is everything okay? - Sure.

I hate them all! I'll fınd somewhere else to spend Christmas.

They can all have a good time without me. Good for them!

Hi, Molly. - Stand still, Molly.

Come here.

Smile, Molly. There you go.

Let's go.

Come along, Molly. - Where are you going?

We're spending Christmas at my grandparents'.

Right now? - Yes.

What did you want? - Nothing much.

Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

CHRISTMAS MARKET

Three? - Yes, please.

Here you go. - Keep the change.

How much is it? - You can have it for 50.

I've only got 45.50. - 45 then. It is Christmas.

No one dared take the penalty kick. - And so they all went home.

Mads Morten stepped forward.

The stadium grows silent. 50,000 spectators say a prayer.

He scores! Incredible! Mads Morten scores!

He is the champion!

Let me see. Let go of the cap.

What's that? - I got it at the hospital.

When did you go to the hospital? - With Dad. I'm okay.

I'll kill him. - No, don't, Mom!

Come on.

Five stitches.

When were you planning to tell me my son got fıve stitches in his head?

He played soccer with a concussion! - He doesn't have a concussion.

It wasn't Dad's fault. - You're too wild with them.

Lose the stupid hat!

And you called off the party. - Was Karla very upset?

What do you think?

I'll take them when I feel better. - But Christmas is now, Frank.

When are you going to stop being so selfish and irresponsible?

Let's go home and have lunch. - Okay.

Hello. - Grandma, it's Karla.

How are you, dear? - Fine. I just wanted to ask...

Is it Christmas Eve? Nice children get two presents the night before.

How nice am I? - Very nice.

Nicer than you? - Where's Karla? Dinner's served.

Karla doesn't live here anymore. - What?

Hi there.

What are you looking for?

What's a little girl like you doing out here all alone?

Shouldn't you be at home? - I'm not that little.

Are you lost? - No.

What are you doing here all alone? - I'm going to visit my friend Buster.

Buster... Where does he live?

If you know where he lives, I'll take you there. Want me to?

We could grab a burger at McDonald's.

Would you like that? - No!

Please say you're my grandmother. I think he's a child molester.

You can take me to Buster's now. - Is she your grandchild?

Sure she is. Right, Sonja?

Are you sure? - Are you calling me a liar?

I just thought she might be lost.

I've never been lost. Always found. - Okay. That just great then.

Say hi to Buster for me. - Anything else?

This is Rikke, Karla's mom. Is Karla with you?

Okay... Would you ask Sofıe if she's seen Karla today?

If you see or hear from her, please ask her to call home. Thanks.

I'm off to the North Pole.

Try her cell again. - Let's pretend you're Santa.

No, let's pretend I'm an ordinary dad with an ordinary job.

You're Santa, only much fatter.

I've made you some rice pudding.

We have to call the police. - Geez, we have to descale it again.

Someone is missing that little girl. - Alright.

I just so enjoy having a child in the house.

Gudrun, her parents are worried sick.

Yes, but before you call in the Marines, let me talk to her.

Maybe I can get herto tell me who her parents are.

Do you ever play solitaire? - Yes, but I never win.

Have you got any grandchildren?

Now... The Queens go over here.

We don't like the Kings because they don't have a pile.

You need to place all the other cards before you find the last King?

Exactly.

Do you live nearhere? - No, but my dad does.

Who's your dad? - Want to see a picture of him?

This is me, my little brother and my dad and my mom.

We all lived togetherthen. - Can I see?

Mads Morten and I have a new brother and a stepdad.

He's okay, but you can't have two dads.

Marrying our mom doesn't make him our dad.

Areal family has one dad and one mom and real siblings.

My friend Molly's got the perfect family. Mine is a mess.

Your family sounds like a game of solitaire.

You just can't win with my family! That's why I ran away from home.

They're all stupid.

If you win this game, you get to make a wish.

Do you believe in that? - You might as well.

She was wearing a brown parka and a blue scarf.

Have you got a piece of clothing we can show to the dogs?

Yes, her sweater is right here.

Perfect. We'll start right away. We'll fınd her, don't you worry.

Is she going to jail? - Oh no.

Is she dead? - Now, now.

We'll get straight to work.

You'd better call your parents. - I haven't got any now.

I'm an orphan and I just have to get by as best I can or whatever.

Can I stay here tonight? I can sleep on the couch.

Gudrun. - He can't work the coffee machine.

She should be with her parents. - But she's not happy there.

We have to call the police... Now.

Oh, alright.

Karla?

Ejnar! Wait up.

Yes! 2.24 minutes from the park to here.

You owe me a month's wages. - Sure. You cheated.

No. - It can't be done.

Ejnar, Buster! Hi, Buster.

I'm so glad I found you. - Is that all?

I need that favor now. I've run away from home.

Do you know her? Sorry, you don't ring a bell.

It's me, Karla.

Hang on... Hello.

No, we can't consolidate the currency difference before the settlement.

Stop it. It doesn't even work. - Hey, hey.

Give it back. - You said to come to you for help.

Do I look like a child welfare day?

No, I look like a busy businessman, not a man who helps runaway girls.

Then why did you say I could come to you for help?

You're a typical grown-up. You never keep your promises.

Well, I can get by on my own!

She's leaving. - What the hell do you want?

I already told you. Aplace to stay tonight.

Alright, come along.

Take the crate.

Are they asleep?

Okay.

Acouple called the station and said Karla was at their house tonight.

Can you stay here in the wintertime? - People pay a fortune to live here.

It's close to the sea and the forest with a large garden.

Yeah, an allotment garden. - Summerhouse with winterfacilities.

I thought you were homeless. - I beg your pardon!

I'm just in between houses and waiting forthe market to stabilize.

In the meantime I've borrowed this.

You can make it from the park to the main office in 2.25 minutes.

Go home. - Where do you live?

At home. - With his mom and dad.

I can stay out till ten. - I'm afraid Ejnar is a geek.

The proper term is mentally handicuffed.

Exactly, mentally handcuffed.

Come on in. - This is ourworkshop.

Sit down. - We make Christmas decorations.

Wow! - Laurvig Inc. Intends to go global.

It's big business.

We're building up funds through a massive bottle deposit project.

Ejnar is my top collector. - Top bottle collector.

We're moving onto bigger things but this is a start.

Decorations for housewives with a penchant for candles and glitter.

They pay a fortune for this crap.

We didn't know she'd take off. - No, but that's Karla foryou.

She forgot this.

Buster, have you got any traditions on the night before Christmas Eve?

No time for traditions in business. - Me and my brother go to my dad's.

We eat rice pudding and sing while we dance around the tree.

I think it's time for a progress report.

How are you doing?

You're not stuffing yourself at your dad's, so something's wrong.

He cancelled. - And so you moved out.

I'm afraid our strategy plan prevents Laurvig Inc. From hiring anyone.

Buster, why did you stop working at the bank? Tell me the truth.

It's a long and complicated story. They said I'd stolen from the bank.

Had you? - No, it was all a misunderstanding.

But still I went to jail. I didn't like that.

They have awfully small rooms there, and I can't stand confıned spaces.

He just can't stand it.

When I got out, all my friends and co-workers were gone.

My wife and kids didn't want to see me. Fair enough.

They never saw much of me before. - Don't you miss them?

Anyone can leam to get by without their family. Like you have to.

I have to get home. - Remember to light up.

What time tomorrow?

It's Christmas so be at the office by nine.

See you, boss.

There, there, baby.

I wish to win this game of solitaire.

Tell me again what you've done so far.

We've searched the park, the marsh and the area around her school.

Is it Christmas Eve? Licky is hungry.

This morning we're asking the neighbors if they've seen her.

She's living on the street with Buster.

She said she was going to live like him.

We don't know anyone called Buster, and I don't think Karla does either.

Yes, she does. Dad said not to tell.

What? - Buster drove us to the hospital.

You don't want us to drive with Dad.

Merry Christmas then. - Merry Christmas.

I did it again. 2.24 minutes. - You're late, Ejnar.

You owe me a month's wages. - How many bottles have you found?

Two... Two big ones.

If you want a raise next year, you have to step up.

I'm hungry. - Got any money?

No. - You got any?

Due to heavy investments we're short on funds, so we'll have to improvise.

Steal? Like from the bank? - That was a misunderstanding.

You distract the shop assistant... - No, I won't steal.

We'll pay later. - Only thieves take from others.

So does the taxman. Ejnar, you're the look-out.

Come on. - I'm the look-out.

Yes? - I'd like to look at a loaf of bread.

Buster!

Okay?

Anything else you'd like to look at? - Yes, a pint of orange juice, please.

Put it back!

Hey, this isn't a help-yourself!

How outdated. In that case we'll take our business elsewhere.

Stay here while I call the police. - I'm sorry.

Me and my uncles are starving. - I left home without my credit card.

You can have this in exchange. It's worth 50, but I got it for 45.

You can have some of yesterday's bread.

Keep this.

Here you are.

Merry Christmas and thank you.

The police are looking for a ten-year-old girl -

...dressed in a brown parka and a blue scarf.

She may be with two men...

Who's Buster?

He took you to the hospital. - I don't know where he lives.

If you let a bum drive your kids... - He had a license.

...you must know who he is. Shut up, Junior.

Where is Buster? - I think he's homeless.

That's just great! Our daughter moved in with a homeless guy.

Swell! The little ragamuffin is gonna roam the streets grinding the organ!

I may be a shitty mom but you always let her down.

You neverput your kids fırst.

Are you getting this, or do you want me to write it down?

One of these days they'll stop forgiving you.

It's not enough to be good dad off and on.

Karla's been spotted in a store.

Not hungry? - No, not after all.

It's Christmas Eve tonight. - And so what?

Nothing.

Jump aboard. - Why?

Ejnar, we're taking Karla home. - No.

Buster. - She called the police, the traitor!

I won't survive another jail sentence. Come on!

Get a move on!

Hurry, Ejnar. - Get a move on!

Get a move on.

Ejnar... Let's split up.

Look, a ghost.

And it's a crook.

Hurry up! They're coming.

We're taking a short cut.

Look out, moron!

2.23. I told you. - Here they come. Let's go!

I'll go after them.

He's afterus. Get a move on, Ejnar!

Stop!

Stop them!

My skirt! Stop them! - Poodle with mustard sauce!

Damn it.

You saw me break the record. - Just hurry up.

Help me hide the bike, Ejnar.

Come on.

Get in. - I'm fast, aren't I?

Sit down.

It's all thanks to the pastry. Agood diet matters in sports.

Agood diet is one of the freak benefits.

Think they got Buster? - No way. He's the boss.

He looks after the money we get for my bottles. They'll never get him.

You owe me a month's wages. - Sure. Karla, you have to go home.

You can't escape the law.

You'll be at the airport on your way to Mexico with a fake moustache -

...and still they recognize you.

Get in here. - Calm down.

Let's keep our dignity and surrender.

But you might go to jail. - Yes.

Let them go! They haven't done anything.

Let him go! Let him go!

They haven't done anything.

Busterwon't survive another jail sentence.

Buster!

Hi, Ulf! - Hi, Karla!

Hi, baby.

I found your letter and...

It's the best letter I've ever got.

I'm so sorry... - Don't be, Mom.

I'm okay. - Of course you're okay, baby.

Did you ride the bike to the hospital?

Well, it's your bike. - Why did you take off?

You have a record. - That was all a misunderstanding.

Was it nice to be found? - What's going to happen to them?

Buster can't stand being in jail.

They've been really sweet and Buster offered to take me home.

We have to talk to them. Why did Ejnarflee from the police?

He did? Cool! - It was dangerous.

You're just mad you couldn't keep up.

We'll let them go. - Thanks.

Licky is going to run away from home ifhe doesn't get any presents.

We show up in high spirits and they drag me into their conflicts!

It's the same thing every year. I've had it with them.

We're not spending Christmas there anymore, do you hear?

Hi, Molly.

Why did you come home? - Auntie and Grandma got into a fıght.

Uncle and Dad got into a fight and then Mom and Dad got into a fight.

My family is insane. - So is mine.

Merry Christmas. - You too.

Karla. Promise me never to run away again.

I had my reasons. - I know. Dad gives you a hard time.

You said it wasn't the end of the world. As if you didn't care.

I know. I'm awfully sorry.

Can you forgive me?

I want us to be a real family. - We are. We're just an extended one.

You and Mads Morten have Dad and Junior and me.

What about Leif? - We all have him.

Mom... Did you like Dad when you had me and Mads Morten?

No... I loved him.

And I love you, Karla. I always have and I always will.

I'm starving. I want the drumstick.

What? - We have a present for you.

Come on.

If it's something gross, I'm going to freak out.

Open your eyes.

Merry Christmas. Sorry for the delay.

My room! Beanbag and all. Thanks. Were you at it all night?

Yes. I couldn't sleep anyway. - You're the world's best stepdad.

Santa Claus!

Merry Christmas. Here are some presents for you and Mads Morten.

It was wrong of me to cancel yesterday.

Those people who helped Buster quit drinking? I called them today.

So you know them? - I will soon.

I'd better go home. - Frank, wait.

I just brought them their presents.

Want to stay for dinner? - You mean that?

Come on. - We've baked four kinds of cookies.

No crullers, right? They're gross.

It was the best Christmas Eve ever. Dad made Mom laugh out loud.

And Leif bet Dad he could beat him on the death sled.

Gudrun was right. My life is like a game of solitaire.

But this Christmas Eve I won.

Wow! It's beautiful.

Darling.