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Yeah, I'm leaving.

Calm down!

THE LOVE THAT REMAINS

Hi, sweety.
-Dad!

Hi.

Am I interrupting?
-Not at all, join us.

What's that smell?

Panda was rolling around in filth.

That's just great.

I don't understand why you bother.
-What do you mean?

She keeps rolling around in filth.

But look how cute she is.
-True, but a fucking hassle.

Life is nothing but a fucking hassle,
but animals bring us joy.

Come, Panda.

You're sweaty, Dad!
-Panda, you re here.

Ída, join us. You're on Þorgils team.

I'll start!
-Are we together?

We are a team.

She tried to jump on the ball.

Ída, I'm with you.
-Okay, check.

Whoa, shit!

Yes!

Shut up!

Yes, yes!
-No!

Good night.

Did you say bye to your Dad?
-Yeah.

This milk tastes like cream.

Good night.
-Good night.

Straight to bed, no nonsense.
Does it taste like cream?

Not good.

Aren't you forgetting
something, Grímur?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Mom, can I listen to a story?
-What? Yes.

Good night.
-Sorry, wait.

Good night.

On a small island
stands a small white wooden house.

A hut, actually.

There are more buildings
on the island

but the hut is quite isolated.

An old woman lives alone in that hut,
and from her window...

Panda, come here.

Just take it easy.

I know.

There, there.

Feeling better?

Well, boys, here's an old classic.

TAKE ME BETWEEN THE TITS, DAVID!

The piece of wood, mount it under.

There.
-Like this?

Where's the bathroom?

I'm almost forty and still don't
have a toilet in my studio.

You've got a sink and a faucet.
-It's not connected.

How are the winters here?
-They say it's cold.

But that I can have a heater.

Fuck, I'm so tired of this.

Just use it as a storage,
don't even open the boxes.

Focus on the exterior work.
You can't do shit in here.

I don t want to pee
in a bucket anymore.

Of course not, that's ridiculous.

Let's get this over with
and get out of here.

It s a no-brainer
if you think about it.

I just can't afford it, Dad.

We can find the money,
that's not the issue.

Money isn't everything.

What's important is
that she has something

exciting to work with
for the next years.

Yeah, I agree.

You just need to consider
this an investment.

I'll pay for part of it,
she pays her share,

then Magnús can
just pay for the rest.

You'll have to talk to him.
-I'll talk to him, no problem.

You see, money is not the problem.

We just need to decide
whether we're buying her.

If we don't buy her now, she
could be gone by tomorrow.

Then call him.
-Yes, I ll call him.

Call him now.
-I'm calling him now.

Magnús, how are you? It's Pálmi.

Are you at sea?

How are things going?

Good to hear.

It's time to pick up your wallet.

Ída has found a horse.

Yes, it's a 9-year-old mare.
-Come!

Her name is Marín,
like your grandmother.

She's a very fine horse.

Not that big, and a bit
ugly like your grandmother.

It's an incredibly exciting horse.
Perfect for Ída at the moment.

Well, you will have to do
something to hold on to her.

Otherwise she'll
just move to the city.

She completely agrees with us.

But she is a struggling artist,

that's why I told her you'd pay
for the whole thing, being a sailor.

With a wallet full of money.

Yeah, she's giving me the finger
right now, she sends her love.

Come join us for
dinner when you're back.

Should we allow the
chickens meet the chicks?

No, not yet, they're too small.

Would they hurt them?
-Maybe.

The rooster might have sex
with the chickens in front of them.

Panda!
-Forever traumatized.

Why do they allow the
rooster to fuck them like that?

Jesus.

Panda, calm down.

All chickens are whores,
except for Guðrún.

What is going on with this language?

Sit down!
-It's good that no one can hear us.

No.

I think it s ready, Þorgils can
you fetch a plate for the chicken?

No.

What?
-No.

Do as I say!
-Okey.

Stay down.

Are you a rooster or a chicken?

Juicy stuff, you know
the sensual juicy stuff.

Shit, man.

I can't think, I'm so horny.
-Maggi!

Aren't you horny?
-What?

You know, horny, Maggi?
-No, not particularly.

Stjáni, it's getting a bit
moist down there, isn't it?

What do you think?

What?
-Nothing.

I saw that, you know.
-Saw what?

That damn look on your face.
-What look?

This one...

There was no look on my face.
-I saw it, you were like this...

Jesus...

It's really overflowing right now.
-It s because of the rain.

Yes.

Just let her wash your hands.
-Forget it.

I'd rather use the river.

Sure you don't want a cookie?
-Yes!

You don't want anything?
I'm afraid you're starving.

I don't want those damn
cookies! They re disgusting.

What do you mean?

They taste like shit.
-No, they are amazing!

I understand, but the
computer can't read the file.

It's probably because it's
on a format called vector.

I'll just have to send it
as a PDF or a basic JPG.

Thank you very much.

Just call me if you have any trouble.
-Okay, cool.

Aren't you visiting the city soon?

Not any time soon, why?
-Well, you're finally single so...

I could invite you to my place.
Get a chance to hit on you a bit...

It's working.
-What?

I figured it out. It's working.
-He says it's working.

Okay, good to hear. But let me
know if you re heading to the city.

Yeah, for sure.

I could cook something nice for us.

I can't really talk right
now, but let's stay in touch.

Okay, take care.

Yeah, and thanks
for sorting this out.

Tell your brother I said hi.
-I will, bye.

See you...

Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy...

Cut it out!

Where did you learn this?
-From Grandpa.

We were planting trees.

Poor bird.

His eyes are closed,
why are his eyes closed?

Don't you think it s dead?

Perhaps it's sleeping?
It's not moving at all.

I can't even see his belly move.
-No.

Is it breathing?

So, it's dead?
-Yes.

Poor thing.
-Poor thing.

It hasn't been long
since I saw a dead bird.

I didn't see anything, it
was just cloudy all the way.

Ohh... that's too bad, I remember
you were hoping to see the glacier.

Yeah.

Yeah, very much, but maybe
I'm more lucky on the way home.

I hope so.

It was all white, maybe it
was the glacier, some of it.

Ahh... cute dog.

Is that your dog?
-Yes, her name is Panda.

Panda? Hi, Panda.

Hi, hi.

Is it a Cocker Spaniel?

No... No, it's a
sheep dog, Icelandic.

I would love to have a big
dog, as big as a horse or a pony.

I wish I could show
you my old studio,

it was so beautiful,
just by the harbour.

No, no, this is quite nice.

It's nice.

Are they all brown?

Brown, oh... Yes, or...

Yes, they all have
brown, black, red colors...

It's very...

...very earthy, very nature.

Do you know Peter Malding?
-No, I don't think so.

He's with us at the gallery, he
also works with large paintings.

Probably five times
bigger than these.

Wow.
-Yeah.

He has his studio in
a huge airport hanger,

you know, ten meter high
walls, just a huge place, huge.

I just came from a
visit, he lives in Portugal.

I might know his work if I saw it.

He lives right by the sea,

he took us swimming in
the morning and afternoon.

Absolutely, you definitely
know him, he's big, he's amazing.

This one is nice.

He also flies, you know.
-Oh, really?

Sometimes he just jumps
into his plane and fly away.

Where does he fly?
-Everywhere, anywhere.

To other countries?
-I don't know.

No, probably domestic, it's
a small plane, you know...

Cessna.

So these are the ones
you wanted to show me?

...and the fourth
category were people

who drank one glass
of wine every day.

And then the people that were
more healthier and lived longer,

they drank at least
two glasses a day.

And then it was three glasses
and there were four glasses

and there were five glasses.

A bottle of wine is
five and a half glasses.

And people who drank a bottle, they
were more healthier and lived longer.

It was a study of seventeen-thousand
Danes during a ten year period,

or if it was ten-thousand
Danes during a seventeen year...

But anyway, it was published
in one of the most precious...

prestigious medical
journal in the world

which is the British
journal of medicine,

and it has never been refuted.

So there've been a lot of follow-up
studies who confirmed the result.

The funny thing is, why
isn't this common knowledge?

Because it's not politically correct.

Hmm...
-About seven percentage of all people

have problem with alcohol
or drugs or gambling.

If they don't drink alcohol,
they gamble or they take drugs.

There is nothing you can do
about it, you can't save them.

But the public discussion is
about those seven percentage.

I sometimes ask in my wine club
where there are very many doctors,

I ask them: Why? You know this.

Why don't you tell the truth? Why
don't you tell the people the truth?

I mean, go to your family doctor,

he will say that you can drink
wine regularly, one or two glasses,

very few will say five.

So, I ask them:

Why don't you tell
the people the truth?

And they say:

We'll if we did, my doctor
friend said: "If we did..."

we would be shut out of society

because it's not politically correct
to tell the truth about alcohol.

So, why is not people
talking about this?

Because... if you talk about
it, if you talk about the facts,

you will be shut out,
you will lose your job.

And we are talking about some of
the most free countries in the world.

And we still can't
talk about the truth.

Come!

Come!

Wow!

What a place.

Can you feel it?

There is so much oxygen
here, can you feel it?

Wow, and there is
the glacier, now I see it.

Wow, wow, wow.

What a great place to
work, outside in nature.

Oh, little mountains.

Wow.

Why doesn't every
artist work outside?

You're lucky, usually
it's windy and rainy.

I don't believe you.

I want to buy this spot,
right here. Is it for sale?

What is this?

Do you paint them here?

Well, I don't use paint.

Oh, it's heavy.

Damn, I got scared!

Hey, Panda! Leave her alone, Panda!

Panda.

Are you okay?
-Yeah, yeah, I got scared.

Yeah, she's also scared...
-It's angry.

No, she just has her nest here.
-Ok.

Wow.
-Come, come with me.

No, no, no...

It's so big, what kind of bird is it?

A goose.

Yeah, of course.

It's not a good idea to pick them up.

It's warm.

Can you eat this?

There s probably life in there.

Is this me?

It's so very small. Is
that really the plane?

They sometimes use this one when
there are only 1 or 2 passengers.

Ok.
-Sorry.

No, no, it's not your fault.

I'm fine, really, it's just, it's so
very tiny and the weather looks...

Ok, well now, Anna...

I want to be honest with you,

I have no space with
the gallery at this moment.

In fact I have too many artists

who aren't getting enough
exposure or attention.

But believe me when I say, I
know you will find someone.

It's just a matter of time.

And if you don't
find the right gallery,

the right gallery
will find you, okay?

Yeah.
-Thank you for inviting me.

No, no, thank you for
coming and taking the time.

My pleasure.

Bye.

Dear God.

Tell my mother I love her!

Your mother is a whore.

Hi.
-Hi.

Are they asleep?
-Yeah, what time is it anyway?

Probably late, I just got back.

Just wanted to say good night.

They're totally knocked out.
-Okay.

How did it go today?

Didn't he come today?
-It went really well.

Yeah, great.

I'll just come visit them tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

Maggi.

Would you like to chat in the car?
-Yes.

Would you like a beer?
-Sure.

Give me a sec.

I can't wait for the kids
to go back to school

and stop terrorizing the home.

They've been giving you a hard time?
-No, they're lovely.

I'll spend more time with
them after the herring season.

I lied to you.

About what?

Things didn't go
well with that Swede.

How so?

He was just so incredibly boring.

He only talked about food and wine,

not a word about my
work or what I showed him.

I feel like this
happens all the time.

It's never about the work or
what you are doing, you know?

Not the artworks themselves.

Shit, he could talk. A
relentless monologue of death.

It's fucking humiliating.

Are you tired?

No.

What are you thinking?

I really want to fuck you in the car.

Why not?

It's just... we have tried it and I

really don't want to
confuse the kids even more.

Are you gonna behave?

What's that?
-Candy.

Where did you get it?

I found it in a pocket
in these pants.

Give me some.
-What kind of candy is it?

Jelly.

Did you know that jelly
is made from pork skin?

No.

It's true, I swear.

It's a little bit gross that
jelly is made out of pork skin

but I'm not gonna stop eating
it because it tastes so good.

Let's go.

Look at me.

No.
-Yes.

Yamaha is the best motorcycle.
-It's all the same, basically.

Yamaha is the best.

Panda, come here.

Are you kidding me?
Oh my god, it's so cold.

No, no, no!

Ída.

Don t.

Panda.

Come here, come.

Then I broke it in half and
there were crystals inside.

It's like candy.

Þorgils.

It's nice.

Would you love me
if I looked like this?

No, nasty.

Wow, you can really be ugly.

How about now?

You look exactly the same.

Not exactly the same,
but still very ugly.

How about you?

Maggi?
-What?

Yes, of course.

No way! Of course not.

Do you think I'm shallow?

Wait, are you saying
that if I were like this...

...exactly like this.

No, maybe not.

How about you guys?

No, go away...

Sorry.

Why is this so slow? It must blocked?

No, I forgot to
lift, sorry. Like this.

Why do you need to...
Yeah, because of the air.

Damn. Science.

Let's try it, let's try it.

Are there any stones?
-It doesn't matter.

It matters if there are stones.
-There are no stones.

Oh, fuck.

Are you ready?
-Look at this!

This is way better!
-Open the lid.

Damn, you re greedy. Just kidding.

Ída!

Really.

Want some?

No way!
-I fucking hate...

Look at the table!

Want some of this?

Do you give up?

Stretch it all the way. Like I did.

Like this?
-Yes.

Can you help me with this one?
-Yes.

Lift it?
-Yes.

Mom, look.
-Wow!

Do you want it this
way or over there?

Put it here.

When you've been
chilling too much inside

you get an ache here in the leg.

Where?
-Back here...

When you're walking
upwards like that.

Disgusting berries.

Shit, gooseberries are good.
Or whatever they re called.

Gooseberries?
-They are called Crowberries.

Ow.
-Why do you keep falling?

Cause I'm wearing sneakers!

Panda, come here!

Come, come, come...

Could you just pick any boyfriend?
-No.

Aren't you the most
popular girl in school?

I'm just normal.

I could probably be with
most of them, but you know...

Everything is just different now.

Mom and Dad became a couple
when they were 17 or something.

They were so young when they had me.
-Wow, imagine if you had a baby now.

No, I don t want to think about that.
-Me neither.

That would be weird.

Women are much
more independent today,

they all work and
have their own money.

I'm gonna own a
crazy amount of money.

I feel like I'm at some
crossroads right now.

That I have to choose a
certain path, you know?

The next years will decide
what my life will be like, so...

It's important for me to
make the correct choices.

It's also important
that I choose for myself,

so that I can't blame
someone else if I screw up.

There are other things to do than
get married or have a girlfriend.

I want a girlfriend.
-Really?

Yeah.
-Okey.

I mean... not right
now, but just later in life.

What are you going to do to her?
-To her?

Just the normal stuff.

Fuck?
-You guys are insane...

No, you idiot. You know, just...

go to the movies and drive around
with her when I get my license.

It's going to be awesome
having driving license.

You'll definitely try
kissing her in the car.

Listen to this.
-Maybe.

Blue and bloody with his pants down.

The bodies piled up. Atrocity.

A mysterious man...

What's going on?
-Shhh.

...violent and sexual crimes.

What are you doing?

...the worst mass murderer,
brutal, bloody and disgusting.

What is this? What
are you listening to?

...a lunacy, a
pathological perversion.

...suffering from self-hatred,
harassed, abused,

murdered, severely depressed...

What is this?

...and licked his genitals...

What's going on?
-Yuck.

Blue and bloody.

Mushroom poison.

Shot in the head.

Raw meat.

Dark deed.

A punctured brain.

Dig a hole.

Sex in a car.

Trash.

Diseases.

Badly damaged.

Blue fetus.

Humiliation.

Beasts.

Misery.

Aggressive.

Soft hands.

Stiffened corpse.

Mountains and a frozen chicken coop.

Cruelty.

Monster.

Pleasure.

Bloated world.

Waves of violence.

No mercy.

A mysterious man.

Prepare for the worst.

Well, now I say goodbye.

Anna.

The weather is terrible.

I'm forced to.

Frankly speaking, it's horrible.

But the evening was nice. Come now.

This is lame.
-Yes, now this has to end, Maggi.

Then who am I supposed to stroke?

You know you need to fuck off home.

I thought you were up
for some fooling around.

No.

Leave.
-Listen.

The wind is getting worse.

Please.

You ll regret it.

You can handle a bit of wind, Maggi.
-Oh, your hand is so soft.

I'm really exhausted.

But what if I catch a cold and die?

It s time to say goodbye.

Don't be so difficult.

The weather is terrible!
-...terrible!

Aaa... fuck.

The contact naval mine
detonates upon contact with a ship.

It assisted the standard
British contact naval mine

during World War II.

The detonators in British naval mines

were copied from German
contact mines from the World War...

Maggi, number one, okay?

...whose Hertz detonators
were more reliable

than their British counterparts.

The Patton protruded from
the upper half of the mine

and contained sulfuric acid.

Maggi, these are the fucking
pins. Watch out for them.

When struck by a ship the
vessel would break apart

releasing the acid
into a charged battery

thus triggering the explosive.

This is crazy, man.

Alright...
-What?

Who took these pictures?

Ágúst.

Doggie here.

What are you thinking?
-Right.

Just looking at all of them.

Listen...

You look like some kind of a redneck.

Cut it out.

I'm not kidding, why don't
you wear something nice

and dress yourself up
and show off your figure?

I mean, I've seen you at the pool.

Oh, Danni, shut up.

No, seriously, I've
seen you in a bikini.

Why am I asking you to do this?

Don't worry, I'll try some
things out and send it to you.

I'll look through them.

Thanks.

It's for the farmers
newspaper, right?

Anna, a farmer from
Svínagnúpur in Gaulverjahreppur,

says that there is
never a dull moment

attending the sheep
and her visual art.

Life really treats us well out here.

Oh... Thanks for doing this.

No problem.

...I hope you're watching this.

I dedicate this next song
to my ex-mother-in-law.

You were my mother-in-law
and I loved you so much.

We were always such good
friends until your daughter left me

because she said I
was always beating her,

and she is just a lunatic and a liar

and that is what you're also...

and one day I'm
going to pay you a visit

and assault you and
your whole family.

Your husband is a loser Hulda and I m
going to beat the shit out of him.

I didn't find this funny.

Where you out on the dirt bike road?

It was really fun.
-What were you doing?

Just jumping on the ramps.

I almost killed myself.
-Are there still ramps there?

Yes, the old ones.

We also made one.

What, you built one?
-Yeah, I'm so bad at jumping.

You think so?
-Yes.

How so?

Don't do this.
-Sorry, excuse me, sorry.

The other boys are much
better, Daníel and Björgvin.

Take the plate.

And the glass.

No, no.
-It's okay, I'll clean it up.

No, you can do it yourself
and put it in the machine

like I've told you every
day for the last two years.

Take it easy.
-What did you say?

You can clean up after yourself.

Enough.
-What?

I'm not asking for much,
these kids are so pampered.

You have everything
and don't do any chores.

Okay then. You can go now,
hope you enjoyed the meal.

What? Are we some kind
of servants for our kids?

They're asked to do something
for the home and they just talk back.

Which home are you talking about?
-Am I not allowed to say anything?

It's okay, leave it.
I'll take care of it.

Then later on we can
watch a film together.

And make popcorn?
-Yes.

And drink sodas?
-Yes.

Dad, you can join us if you want.
-No, your Dad can't join.

Thanks, buddy.
-Bye.

Don't you need to be going?

Everything is easier and more
fun when you're not around.

I'm trying to help raise these kids.

It's not easy when I can't be at
home. Try put yourself in my shoes?

Please, don't make yourself
into some fucking martyr.

I just don't want kids that...
-It's pathetic.

...are spoiled, out
of control, and...

Which kids are you talking about?

...intolerable.
-Are our kids like that?

No, of course not, but
they need discipline.

That's exactly your problem!

You pretend to scold them
because you love them.

Not just love them and therefore
scold them sometimes. -What?

Now I'm going to scold you
and be really mean to you,

but it's only because
I love you so much.

This is what you sound like.
-Yes, and?

Do you want me to do something?

If you want to help, you can
get rid off the lunatic rooster.

He ambushed me when
I tried to clean the coop.

I'll just chop his head off?
-No.

Can't you just give it to someone?

Sure, there are loads of people
looking for an aggressive rooster.

Good night, Magnús.

Fuck off!

Damn it.

I wish someone I hated had
forgotten to close the gate.

I wish Maggi forgot
to close the gate.

Then I would have
a reason to kill him.

I think I hate people.

You know... being in a
crowd, I just can't handle it.

I relate to that.

One or two people, that s fine.
With you guys, it's rather nice.

But you know, a million
people. No, that s not for me.

Yeah, just be careful
not to isolate yourself.

Isolate myself? No,
I'm just, you know...

I ll do the whole Christmas thing
with Sigga and family, like one does.

Magnús, where will you
be spending Christmas?

Maggi.
-What?

Where will you be for Christmas?

Where? Just at home.

At home?

Okay, I thought you and
the missis had broken up.

I don't know.

You don't know?

Then who does?

Looks like someone
is being very sensitive.

That's exactly the problem
with young people today.

You can't say anything,
you can't do anything.

Everyone's supposed
to stay in the same box.

When I went to school...

What school did you supposedly go to?

The Pizza School?
-The Naval School, you idiot.

Who's being sensitive now?

Not me, it's these
teenagers who are sensitive.

The attention span, is just zero.

You know, three
seconds, then it's gone.

It's because of these phones.

It s not only their problem

the whole family has their
phone in front of them all day long.

Exactly, and people stop
being able to deal with life,

to stay in the present, in reality,
you know, there's no depth to things.

They are all just total weaklings
who know nothing, can't do nothing...

Jesus Christ, for how long do I have
to listen to this fucking bullshit?

Just shut up for once.

Wait, what did I say?

Let's calm down, Maggi.
-You, shut your mouth also!

Damn it, I'm so sick
of listening to you.

Jesus...

What the hell is going on here?

Isn't it a bit too much to
go all mental on us? Maggi?

I was just asking you about a
woman, who I thought you knew.

Look...

I know her and I don't. Is that
really so hard to understand?

What?

I don't know...

Maybe she's just a
lesbian like your daughter.

Bastard!

You fucking asshole.
-Stop it!

Get off me.
-Stop this nonsense.

This is enough.
-Fuck off.

Did you kill him?
-What?

Did you kill Bibbi?

Yeah, I had to do it.

Why?

He had become aggressive,
harassing Guðrún and the others...

Guðrún... Dad, she's a chicken and
he's a rooster. It's in their nature.

Yes, and he also killed Hrafntinna.
-You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

Did you see it?
-Yes.

You don't live at home
anymore, how could you see it?

Hey, don't you talk back to me.

Your Mom saw him standing on her,
pecking and tearing her crest off.

I don't have to explain this.

Dad, he was a good rooster,
I can't believe you killed him.

He was the best and most
gentle rooster in the whole world.

I mean, it's in their
nature to discipline them.

If they don't obey, then of
course he goes after them.

Your Mom was tired of watching
him be violent against them.

Then why not just kill all of them?

They're all the same,
it's a pecking order.

And since when do you listen to Mom?

An over emotional artist who doesn't
know a fucking thing about animals.

You're right, I
shouldn't have done it.

It was just your Mom
who wanted me to...

Why was Mom meddling in this?

Shit.

How did you do it?
-I shot him.

Did he die immediately?
-Yes, yes.

Are you telling the truth?
-Yes.

I didn't shoot him.
-Then what did you do?

I chased him with a net, caught him
in the woods and knocked him out.

Using what?
-A rock.

You knocked him out with a rock?

Yes, a large rock.
-So you crushed him?

Yes.

Fuck, man.

I'm sorry.

I just can't believe you did it.

He was a really great rooster, we
even have family photos with him.

I've met so many roosters
and they're all fucking idiots.

Bibbi was just different,
so sweet and kind.

Yes, but he had
become a bit aggressive.

He kept attacking your
Mom when she was...

Because her shoelaces were loose.
I told her that a hundred times.

The other chickens do it too,
Why don't you just kill all of them!

Ída, I'm sorry. I really
didn't want to do it.

But sometimes when you're an
adult, you have to do things that...

...that you don't want to do...
-There's no way I'll be like that.

Yes, you will.
-No.

Yes.
-No way.

Everyone does.

Not me.

Yes.

No.

Should I start?
-No.

You said you didn't want to
shoot a girl, so shouldn't I start?

He's not a girl, the
guy just has long hair.

And tits?
-Those aren't tits!

Dudes, some of the guys at the
pool have larger breasts than Mom?

Can I, please?
-Okay.

I'm next.
-Then me.

No, no, no, no, no!

You're not allowed to draw the
bow if there's no arrow, Dad said so.

He also said that we're not
allowed to shoot when he's not here.

Then we're never
going to use the bow.

Dad isn't here anymore.
-Yeah.

Oh, hoho!...
-Straight in the balls!

No man, the vagina.
-Shit.

What the f...

Do you think Mom and Dad touch
each other when they're naked?

No, probably not.

Not anymore, anyway.

They were probably doing it all
the time, or we wouldn't be here.

Do you have to touch each other
more to have two kids or twins?

Dude, no...

I don't know if I still
want them to do it.

I do.

Okay.
-Why?

Because everything was more
fun when they were doing it.

I saw it once.
-Oh, stop it, please...

What did you see?

Please, no. I don't
wanna listen to this.

Just erase it from your brain.
-That s impossible.

If I do something, then
it's impossible not to do it.

And if I see something, then
it's impossible not to see it.

I saw something that I found strange
and I didn't quite understand,

but it was okay, because
they seemed to enjoy it, I think.

You're such an idiot, Maggi.

You too.

Do you want my advice?

No.

You'll get it anyway...

...and a fillet or two along with it.

Always put yourself in last place.

Take care of your family and be
kind to your children and your wife,

worship and adore them and
buy them everything they want.

Build and fix everything that
needs to be built and fixed.

No matter what it is.

There's no such thing
as you and your time.

That's just a phenomenon
invented by the internet.

Your family is everything,
nothing else matters.

Think of your family as a greenhouse

filled with plants and
flowers and fresh air.

And you really need to care for it,

with constant watering
and weeding and repotting,

repairing and cleaning the windows.

You have to put everything
into this damn greenhouse

and if you do so, I promise you
that you will reap what you sow.

More than you will ever need.

Nice, but I went faster.

Oh!

It s frozen now!
-Yeah.

Oh.

The arrow head came off.

This one is broken.
-Is it?

This one is the best.
-You really think so?

Yes.
-I think the yellow one is the best.

This one is really fucking sharp.

Ow! That went right here.

No, it went through the hand.

Don t shoot.
-I wasn t going to, chill.

More rust out, right?
-What?

More rust out, like this?
-Yes.

Do you know where my phone is?
-No.

It's okay, sweetie,
we're almost there!

It's all good, I don't even feel it.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Get out of the fucking way.

Come here.

Maggi!

The ship, Jóna, is on its way ashore!

They'll be here to pick
you up in a few minutes.

I hope the kid s okay!

Careful with the arrow, oh, Jesus.

We need a doctor,
my son has been shot.

Dear God.
-Where's the doctor?

She's in here, I'll call her.
-Come.

Mom?
-No, wait!

Isn't there any
doctor in this shithole?

Mom, please.
-What's going on here?

Listen, my son was shot and
there's nothing happening here!

Let's all just calm down
and let me take care of this.

Okay, buddy.

How did this happen?

My brother accidentally
shot me with a bow.

Right. You're one tough cookie.

Well, I just don't
really feel anything,

it feels like I'm numb...
-Scissors.

Everything will be okay.

Soon we'll give you
a little shot and then...

It's okay, Mom will
just buy a new sweater.

There, there, I need to
cut here, just a little bit.

It'll be fine.
-You're doing great.

You know what,
this looks really good.

Ouch, ouch, ouch!

Just like it's supposed to.
-Ouch, ouch.

The males announce their
arrival by gigantic leaps.

A hundred tons propelled
into the air with the flip of a tail.

The sound above water
is like a cannon shot.

Below, it must be
felt from miles around.

Can you give me a piece?

No.
-Oh, Grímur.

Give me one.
-Okay.

Not with too much licorice, it needs
to have more color than licorice.

You don t have a say in it.
-Oh.

But see how nice I am.
-Okay, thank you.

...when a male is as formidably
equipped as a white whale.

A slit has opened in the male's
underside and a penis protrudes.

12 feet long and highly mobile.

Do you know?
-No, I wish.

They were once called Ída needles.

I wonder if they were used for
knitting something incredibly tiny?

The smallest...
-Delicate...

The tiniest knitting...
-You want to switch, are you sure?

Absolutely!

God damn it, are you
kidding me? Look at this?

Mom.

Anna was sent to the
store to buy scissors for Ída.

I don t remember. When was that?

When Ída was three
years old, I think.

Can I see the other side?
-Yes.

Yeah, let's do this too.
-This too?

Yes.

I say we use a glass frame,
it would be much easier.

Whoops, I'm making it too tight.

Water?

Would you like some water?

What are you?

Are you a woman?

Are you beautiful?

Can I see your face?

...naturally she moves
back in with her dad.

The guy is almost fifty years
old, with kids and everything.

Okay.

This guy is quite the control freak.

The old guy?
-Yes.

That's just how...

Maggi the Coward, Maggi the Coward!

Jumped into the sea
and waited and waited.

Maggi the Coward, Maggi the Coward!

The time passed and the time passed.

I'm sorry, Anna.

I'm sorry Ída, and I'm sorry boys.

Fucking Jóna! (the ship)