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The President salutes and will accompany you until 2 pm.

A red hot music hour coming right up.

All the hottest bands.

-If you don't scram I'll call the police! You filthy mongrel!

-I've got a right to see my son.

POLICE!

What the hell is wrong with you? Freddie I wanna see my son!

Get out! -Please Freddie I wanna see my son!

Get out! -Freddie!

Goddamn child killer!

Georg!

Away from that window!

Hi.

Feeling a little down?

No.

What's that? Did you buy that?

It's a gift.

Oh okay?

For your son Flemming?

No. For me...

Are you gonna play with that?

I might have... once upon a time.

If you need to cheer up, I could hook you up with a party-pack.

A case of beer and some pizza. Just for you.

Thank you Oli.

No prob. I just add your name to a list, and you get one delivered.

There has always been a link between us, hasn't there?

Eh...yeah, sure.

[Salvation Army]

Good day to you. -Can I help?

I need clothes in the current style.

A jacket, a shirt and blue nankeen trousers.

The shoes are very important.

They're named Buffalo.

Hi. -Hi!

D'ya want a raffle ticket? -Yes...

The ticket costs one hundred. -Okay?

How much for all of them?

Can I help?

Yes. Do we need to discuss that any further?

Give me 200 grams of your freshest minced meat.

Isn't this ever popular with you meat eaters?

Eh?

What is up, doctor!

That's a swinging tune!

-Top music all the time on FM 957.

-The President is here to stay.

Lots of stuff up ahead. But we have a guest.

My nephew and the lead singer for the band Solin.

Kiddi Casio. Welcome! -Howdy, couple of times!

So what's up with Solin? -It's all good.

We're doing a reunion tour.

Starting with Sandgerdi, blessed be.

Then around the country to party, jam, rock and roll!

OK! You brought some tickets?

Originally I was gonna give them to the family help center..haha!

But we should try to get some decent babes to this gig.

So open those lines!

You know the drill. The number is 51 1 0957

If you want a ticket to tonight's concert at Café Casio.

Let's see who's on the line.

FM? -Hello?

How do you do' do you want a ticket?

-Yes, good afternoon. My name is Georg Bjarnfredarson.

-Can I please have a word with Olafur Ragnar Hannesson?

Georg? Could you call back later?

-Ah Oli! I just wanted to Tell you how I've changed!

We're going to check if there's someone else on hold.

FM? -Olafur?

Georg, hang up so I can talk to other callers!

What is this, public radio? Is it time for the weather?

Aren't we giving away tickets?

-What's going on Olafur? It's as if someone else is on the line?

Hello? -Georg, hang up!

Should I call later, Olafur?

We have a...

a brand new music of hour coming up.

And it's time to sound how it hears.

Oli? The tickets?

Olafur?

What did you do to my room?

Hi Oli!

Your room was a bit of a mess so I cleaned it up.

I don't want you to touch my stuff!

You want to have a messy room?

It's not a mess! That's my stuff!

Well, all right, I won't do it again. But!

I have a little surprise for you Olafur.

Surprise? What surprise?

I cooked for you. -Yippee. Some bean-crap?

Am I gonna be farting for weeks? -No nothing like that.

I made you... a hamburger!

That is not a hamburger!! -Yes it is!

There's not a chance in hell I'm going to eat this.

But there's meat in it! I made a special trip to the meat section

and asked for their best meat.

That's not a hamburger like I want it!

How do you want it?

Like you see in pictures!

It's exactly the same! -No, it's exactly different!

-You have a visitor? -Yes...

Don't you want to offer him some refreshments?

You want some beetroot juice? -Yes please.

-Are you sure you can handle it? -It's no problem.

Call me if anything comes up. -Don't you trust this face?

Erm...yes. Just take care. -All right, be seeing you.

What are you guys up to? -Drawing.

All right?

That's a cool picture.

Where's your dad? -He's inside, inside the house.

-He didn't want to come out to play.

-Okay?

Boys, how would you like to go to the petting zoo, by BUS!

Will there be ice cream? -Ice cream! And plenty of it!

Where are you guys going?

Let's race! -Be careful boys!

Aren't you worried about feeding them so much sugar?

No worries. They're Daniel's boys.

It's really wonderful to sit here with you my friend.

In this beautiful weather

with a dear friend.

I will never forget when first I laid eyes on you.

It was as if I had known you my entire life.

As if a portrait of you had been in my mind's eye.

I just want you to know...

You are very dear to me.

Oh, okay.

Very dear.

Georg, could you maybe stop talking like this?

Look...Georg.

Boys! Are you losing your minds! That ice cream isn't free!

-Isn't it The President? -What?

Olafur from FM? -Er...yes?

I'm a photographer for 'The Gossip'. Mind if I take your picture?

Sounds like a wonderful idea! 'No I...

Come on boys!

I don't think he wants a photo of you...

And you are?

I just talk into the camera? -Yes.

Georg Bjarnfredarson... Olafur's mate.

[The President and Family at the petting zoo]

[The President and Family at the petting zoo]

Hey, some guy called earlier' said he was your housemate.

He was worried you hadn't come home last night.

Mate..? -Yeah, can't remember his name...

Do I look like I'm mating?

No? -No, I didn't think so.

Party tonight' at my place!

Everyone's welcome' especially babes.

Plenty of beer and enough space.

Georg?

-Georg? Are you home?

-I'm in the bathroom. Just come in.

Hi Oli! Did you see the magazine?

Yes. Look...

I've been thinking about you and me.

How we get along... -Oh?

I know I've been... a little grouchy. -Yes?

I was thinking, to fix that to invite you to a party.

Me?

Yes, I'm holding an FM party and I'd love for you to be there.

Where is this 'party'?

Erm... Motel Venus... It's out of town.

I'll be there after my shift. We can grab a beer and stuff.

Yes, wouldn't that be swell?

I'll have an ice-cold beer with you.

You could perhaps go earlier.

I really look forward to this.

Right, aha, sure.

So it's a done deal.

-You need to be nice to Daniel. Otherwise your sister will be sad.

-Let's go Guffi dear. -The dinner is starting.

-Daniel and Ylfa. Come on honey.

-Look how nice it is. They have to mow the roof!

Are we early, dear? -No, come on in.

Hello my friend. -You look so handsome.

Erm... is The President at home?

The President? -Yes, Oli?

Olafur Ragnar? -Yes?

The crew's all here!

I just invited a few friends to my room.

We'll be really quiet.

Okay.

Good evening. -Evening.

I'm here to party.

Oh?

Might I, later this evening purchase from you

an ice cold 'brewsky?'

Beer? -Certainly.

Excellent! Excellent.

Congratulations dear.

Now I'm a Doctor's woman.

A doctor's missus. -Ehh...I'm not that old.

It's a shame you didn't want to attend the ceremony Daniel.

Yeah.

I'll explain it later.

Your brother sends his regards.

He and Tammy were just returning from Palm Springs.

John Saevar was competing at a charity golf match.

-Special!

Yes honey. He's special. Just like you.

Yes?

-The whole women's club was there, except for Maggie.

Maggie? -The chairman, remember?

-My, what a delightful smell.

Did you hire a chef?

No, this is Gestur. My driving instructor.

I'm making the starter. Caramelized goat cheese

and mousse-au-chocolat for dessert.

I'm serving a boiled chicken.

-Boiled? In wine, or..?

No mongo, Chicken.

Your suit fits you perfectly. -Hmm?

Aren't you happy with it? -It's a little tight on him.

Olafur!

One ice cold brewsky for you.

Nice to have you over.

Grab a beer. There's plenty.

Fun, fun.

Aren't you hungry, honey?

You want some cocktail sauce?

-Not too much cola. You know how you get.

Dola's good for stomach.

You don't know that Guffi. You're retarded! -No...

On behalf of us' Daniel's parents.

I want to say how immensely proud we are of our boy.

Ever since Daniel was young whenever he had a birthday'

or at Christmas, his father bought for him toys

and things to stimulate his interest in medicine.

This has evidently paid off.

Good evening. -Good evening.

Are you here for Olafur's party?

No?

Good evening...

Excuse me! Has anybody left a message for me?

Georg Bjarnfredarson? -Not that I know of.

Are you expecting a call?

I'm expecting my mate! -I'll let you know if anyone calls.

Thank you!

Well! We have some very special guests

who usually put on a show at family gatherings.

I'm proud to present: The Ylfa and Guffi Smart revue!

Give them a hand!

Petey has bought a fancy new car pants and a suit, he is a star.

The road it is bumpy, away we go bouncing along with our show.

Spinning right and spinning left with hump-a-bump and hopping

hold onto to you're chair my friend cause we aren't stopping

We have to be careful. or else We'll be dropping

We're jumping here...

It'll be all right honey.

Good job Guffi. -Guffi sing-ah.

Would you like to say a few words Daniel dear?

Yes...

I want to ask you to raise your glasses.

I want to thank you all so very much for coming.

Apart from that guy...

I don't even know what that guy is doing here?

Who is he anyway? -It's Gestur...

I just think it's very weird that he's here.

Anyways...

You're here to celebrate me graduating in medicine.

But I'm not celebrating it.

The thing is, I haven't been studying medicine.

I've been studying art.

At the Icelandic art academy.

And tomorrow I'll premier my graduation piece at a gallery.

What kind of a joke is this Daniel?

It's not a joke. Sorry. I've just been lying.

Lying and lying and lying.

You know...

I've always done whatever you all wanted me to do.

But not any more... I studied art for myself.

You're welcome to my show' and I'd like to see you.

But if you're really pissed off 'cause I wasn't studying medicine.

Then just...

Fuck it.

I don't believe a word you're saying Daniel?

That's just how it is, mom.

So I'm not a doctor-woman? -No, you're an art-woman.

No you're...

You're the wife of Daniel Saevarsson.

Artist.

Cheers.

Since people are opening up here' I think I might as well too.

And it would be uncomfortable to keep it a secret any longer.

But I've been in love with Ylfa since her first driving lesson.

I just wanted it... ...public.

Stop it! Stop it!!

Yes exactly. Cut it out! What's going on here?

(MumbIes incoherently)

You guys wanna party?

We have to pump up that stereo!

-Hello? -Hello? Who is it?

Daniel. -Hello! This is Georg.

Do you know how long Olafur will be at that late shift?

The late shift? -At the radio?

He's just here. Hey, I have to Tell you something.

-He's what?

I'm sorry, I wanted to Tell you earlier.

I might have done it without thinking...

I just think you owe me one.

-I can't hear a word of what you're saying.

You... are my graduation piece!

Am I what?

You're...eh...

I can't hear you. Just come on over.

There's a party!

Who's a party animal?! THE PRESIDENT!

Daniel?

Daniel?

Is there any more beer?

Daniel?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Olafur!

What are you doing, man?

I've been sitting alone at that hotel' waiting for you since seven!

Yeah? So? -Didn't we have a date?

A date, with you? Eh, no? Who told you that?

The voices in your head?

No, you suggested it yourself!

They called from the nuthouse, they're coming for you.

No!

'NO!'

What, is this candid camera? -Olafur..?

Why don't you go watch TV instead of bothering me?

I thought we were friends...

I wanted to ask for your forgiveness...

I know I may have been unfair to you through the years.

But you are my best friend and I would do anything

to fix things between us.

So we could follow the same path.

And develop our friendship.

Do you just go around parties to fuck'em up?

How can I make you disappear? A ninja bomb?

No wait, you're still here! Was it defective or something?

What was that?

Who ordered that pizza...?

Who's there?

-Bjarnfredur?

-It's Georg...

-Bjarnfredur?

Go away or I'll call the police!

-I'm here to say goodbye. -Are you drunk?

No...

I'm leaving.

Good! Goodbye Georg.

-This is my last farewell. -Right.

-Goodbye Bjarnfredur. -Goodbye Georg.

-Afternoon. -Hello, can I help you?

Yes. I'd like a bottle of your finest alcohol.

-Daniel?

-Daniel?

Have you seen Georg? -Huh?

I need to speak to him.

Is something wrong?

I just need to see him.

Shit. What's the time?

[THE ICELANDIC ART ACADEMY GRADUATION SHOW]

-I AM THE SUPERVISOR! SUPERVISOR HERE!

-As a misunderstanding begins' ...it tends to envelope everyone.

-A storm that drags everything along and spins us around.

-Something no one can stop' ...leaving you alone at sea.

-Your only thought is to keep your head above water.

-The storm has... a cyclone... first and foremost...

[more ranting]

-A... big... misunderstanding. Misunderstanding!

Nice work, man.

I have always been alone.

Where did you get those photos?

At a raffle.

Bjarnfredur... gave them away.

I see.

How...

How do you like it?

Yes...it is...

She has an impact on everyone' leaving no one untouched.

She has an impact on everyone' leaving no one untouched.

Bjarnfredur is a strong and elegant representative

of the Icelandic woman' and has been for over 40 years.

Let's give a warm round of applause for a tough lady

and a child of nature... Bjarnfredur Geirsdottir!

Good evening. My name is Georg and I'm Bjarnfredur's son.

My life has been an endless battle against windmills.

I have never known true friendship or anything normal.

And now the world has turned its back on me. I am nothing to it.

As I am nothing to Bjarnfredur.

Georg, that's enough!

No, I'm just getting started.

I was born normal, but this woman deliberately ruined me.

She wanted me to become a great man, but at the same time

did everything she could so I would never become myself.

-Everything's at boiling point. I might even be deep fried.

That's not like being well done. Doesn't matter.

Tape me down. I'm just rambling.

And at some point, I started to play a role I've been stuck in

for all of my life.

I obeyed' in the childish hope

that one day OIaf PaIme would come and be proud of me.

Why don't you Tell your friends about Roy Washington?

I hope to see you soon son.

Yes...

So today, with all of you as my witnesses'

I disassociate myself from this woman.

I am not Georg Bjarnfredarson.

I am... Georg Washington!

-What is your name? -Georg.

-What do you want to be when you grow up?

-What do you want to be when you grow up?