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In

this video, I will show you how to

make a water pump.

I will

show

you how to make a water pump.

Why have we grown so close together?

I'm trapped.

I'm in prison.

I'm looking for a day job so we

can live together normally.

I don't want to have a normal life

with her.

I took her for what she is.

Different.

Wild.

Unhindered.

The girl who makes men sit on the

ground.

The girl who makes men sit on the

ground.

The girl who runs through the city with

her red hair.

The girl who runs through the city with

her red hair.

Now she scares me.

She wants to be my wife.

A woman like all the others.

The girl who writes with her red hands.

The girl who paints

with her red hands.

The girl

who wants to be the head of the

family.

The girl who's always there for me.

Love in

a dangerous place.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

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oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh Mm, mm, mm Mm, mm Mm,

mm Mm, mm Mm

Mm Mm Tickets.

Here you go.

What does she have to go through when

I ask her to leave?

Nothing else than where she came from.

This relationship requires a change.

Start over.

Don't be the one she is.

She has betrayed me.

Stopped before her own grave.

I was going to live with Gerda Stup.

Until she left me.

Now I'm alone.

In this life, she gets betrayal and nothing.

I get a name and a story.

I'm sorry.

A 29-year-old man from Nedre Eiker

has been found dead in a forest outside

Copenhagen.

The cause of death is unknown and the

Danish police are now involved in the case.

The man has been a patient at a

hospital in the vicinity of the place where

he was found.

The man is said to be an illegitimate

mother.

Do you call this a blanched egg?

I forgot the time, it's not that dangerous.

I don't eat stones.

Why do you always have to ruin everything?

You're hiding so damn well.

It's your damn writing that does it.

You're going to get it.

That's not what I mean.

We live together, I write alone.

Sit down and work, damn it!

I'm not going to bother you.

You suck me dry.

You're hiding so damn well.

An ungrateful bastard.

Who is it that sucks who?

Who is it that is ungrateful?

Who is it that gets the money?

You don't live here because you pay well,

you know that.

You get that?

No, I'm not that smart, so I get

that.

You're the one who knows everything.

You and your writer myths.

You and your disgusting French cigarettes, as if

you had the right to buy them, as

if they were for me.

I don't need to eat your wet cakes.

You can't give anything of yourself.

I give what I can.

That's not enough.

You'll never get what you want, Gerda.

Not with me.

I would have hoped you were more than

just a writer.

You had a side that you could share

with someone else.

I hoped so too.

But I don't know if you're real.

I may not have found the human side

yet.

This is not possible.

Am I scaring you?

You bore me.

Do you think you can do it alone?

What do you think?

What do you think?

Dear Earth.

Do you remember the morning?

In the fall, a year ago.

Just before I left.

Something incredible has happened.

Something horrible.

You have to come and help me.

Please come.

I can't stand it.

I can't say anything more.

I can't say anything more.

He is against it.

And she is with him.

Soon it will be the other way around.

She is in the shower she has borrowed.

And he is waiting in the room next

door.

While he feels desire in himself, screaming for

her, he falls on his knees, with his

hands over his ears.

He thinks that she in there doesn't think

of anyone else but him.

He hopes he is right.

He is exhausted.

And Tom wants to wake her up.

Get her out of his life.

She wants him forever.

She holds him between her legs.

She doesn't want to let him go.

He wants to beat her.

Smash her like she was his worst enemy.

But he doesn't dare to think about it.

He is good to her.

The hatred between them is finally satisfied.

The next day.

Morgan is dead.

I think I am going crazy.

Soon I will have my own life too.

Please, earth.

Can't you come down here at once?

You are the only one who can help

me.

Please, come.

Send a telegram and tell her you are

coming.

Why is he doing this to me?

Why is he doing this to himself?

He has exploited me.

Without giving anything back.

Why is he doing this to me?

Why doesn't he dare to let go of

himself?

And I look like a whore.

I have always been a whore.

I don't belong to anything else.

This is my home.

Why do I love him so madly?

Why are my thoughts always about him?

And then I am the one who has

the fever he takes in me.

I knew it was death from the start.

No, a hazelnut.

I see the bruises in your eyes.

And it's getting out of me.

I see the tears in your eyes.

If only I could say I love you,

Gjera.

Not because I need you.

But because you are free.

Because you are free.

Because she doesn't want anything else than to

love me.

If only one person could say that to

me one last time.

Then I would take down the moon to

go to her.

Are you a whore?

Maybe.

And much cheaper.

Where do you come from?

From Solberg.

In Nedraike, just outside Dramen.

In Norway.

That's terrible.

My boyfriend comes from there, too.

What are you doing here in town?

I'm going to sleep with a whore.

I see.

Then maybe you want to sleep with me?

Yes.

Do you want to hang out with me

at home?

Yes.

My boyfriend is at home, I think.

But we can throw him out.

Shall we go?

Yes.

Do you want a cigarette?

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

No more?

It doesn't matter.

We can buy a new one.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

So you're at home?

Did you bring a jumper home?

That fits well.

He can help us.

Or is it a customer?

No, this is a given.

This is Morgan, a friend of mine.

Morgan, yes.

I should have known.

He likes me.

I like you, too.

He's nice.

Come and sit down.

And take off your jacket.

We'll have some fun together.

So you're a writer?

Have you read anything I've written?

No, but I'd like to.

What is it?

Dirty laundry and no one loves you anymore.

Read them.

No one else has done that either.

And you're a car mechanic.

Yes, almost.

How did you know that?

Your hands.

Thick fingers.

Small ears.

Rubbed dirt under your nails.

Smart.

I repair things.

Tractors and cars and stuff.

And now you're going to go to Hore.

Don't you have a girlfriend?

No.

I live with my mother.

She's single.

Don't be ridiculous.

He never shares anything with anyone.

I'm trying.

With you.

We don't have anything to drink, Morgan.

But we can smoke.

We have cigarettes.

I know.

Do you want one?

We could smoke weed.

With Marijuana.

You do that now?

In between, Morgan.

In between.

Jimi Hendrix said it was him.

I don't think it was him who said

it was Morgan.

Don't you have an export?

I don't, do you understand?

But come with me, and you'll see.

Isn't it nice?

How can you smoke this?

You have to dry it first, you know.

Oh, yes.

No one smokes it like that since you

came, Morgan.

There are hardly any young people living up

there anymore.

Always the deadliest things happen to me.

What's wrong with me?

What do I do when this is over?

Earth.

Earth.

Earth.

Back to the empty void.

No one else can protect me from the

wolves.

The open, sparkling sea awaits.

If you smoke it right, you'll get a

nice, fun smell.

It'll be lovely in your body.

No, I don't think it's dangerous.

No, but you can, if you're unlucky.

Get rid of it.

Get rid of it?

Yes, well, yes.

So that you feel that someone is after

you.

Oh, yes.

I see.

Like that.

No, no, no.

We smoke one at a time, you know.

Join, join, share.

Be together.

Do you feel anything?

A little.

A little weird.

How is it?

It's okay.

Totally normal.

This was weird.

Damn, that was fast.

I almost think I need to pee.

The poop is in the cellar, but you

can also pee in the sink.

No, I'm not going to have it.

Not yet, anyway.

Shall we put on some music?

Holger, what do you want to do?

There's something special we want to listen to.

Elvis!

Can't we play Elvis?

You're scaring me.

Elvis was one of the best singers in

the world.

Elvis was totally okay.

Yes, he was.

He was far down at Pilehusen.

He played too much at the end.

Piller.

I was in the same shit.

Have you been like that?

Yes, for several years.

Are you done with it?

Yes.

Then it's almost like Elvis.

We don't have Elvis, so there's no problem.

We'll have to put on something else, then.

No, not that, Gerda!

What's that?

What?

The fart.

The fart?

The ticking?

Yes, that one.

What ticking?

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

tick, tick, tick.

Oh, it's the alarm clock in the kitchen.

Do you have a bicycle?

Bicycle?

Yes, bicycle.

I'm going out with one myself.

Motorcycle?

Oh, yes.

No, I'm going to buy one.

I have one.

An opium smuggler.

Is he doing well?

Yes, of course.

Like the pig in the pit.

Does anyone want some water?

One more.

Come on.

Are you okay?

Damn, I'm fine!

Are you proud?

No.

Can you dance?

I'm asking if you can dance.

Yes, no.

Then you can show us.

Come on, Morgan.

Come on, dance for me.

I'm going to dance for you later.

Come on, Morgan.

Come on!

Then you can dance.

Come on!

Come on!

Come

on!

Come on!

Come

on!

Come on!

Come on!

Bravo!

I've learned by myself.

I've played records at home and practiced.

I've watched a bit on TV.

I don't think I've ever rocked so well

in all my life.

Should I dance for you now?

Oh, yes.

Yes, dance for him, Gerda.

Show him what you can do.

Dance for hell!

Show him what you can do, Gerda.

Show him what you can do, Gerda.

Show him what you can do.

You're a good guy, but you're bad luck

So you try to change your faith But

the others will use them And help will

come too late Because the enemy is inside

you You're struggling really hard to get out

Brother, there is always room for another Show

him what you can do Show him what

you can do, Gerda Show him what you

can do Show him Show

him what you can do Show him Show

him Show him what you can do I'll

fuck you up anyway Come on, for fuck's

sake!

I'll fuck you up anyway Show him

Show

him Show him Show

him

I think I need to pee What?

I need to pee You need to pee?

Yes I think so

Show

him

Show

him Show

him Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Where is Morgan?

He ran away Why?

I don't know What have you done?

What have you done to him?

Nothing Show him Help!

What?

You did well But you can't invite him

Stop!

What's that?

Fuck!

Stop!

Stop!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Stop!

Fuck!

Fuck Fuck Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

One week later Look

at me Piss on me Use me as

a trash can You suck on me Everything

I give you you eat Asshole!

You're always so fucking grumpy.

You ungrateful piece of shit!

Who's grumpy?

Who's ungrateful?

How much do we have to do to

get money?

You would have died if it hadn't been

for me!

You don't live here because you pay well.

You know that.

Do you understand that?

I'm not smart enough.

You're the only one who understands everything.

You and your fictional myths.

Your rosary conversations.

Your disgusting French cigarettes.

You would have died if it hadn't been

for me!

I don't want to eat your blood cakes!

You don't give a damn about yourself!

I give what I can!

But that's not enough!

What do you think?

About what?

About the play.

The instructions.

Does it work?

The height of the season, my boy.

I lose myself and give my life to

the audience.

Success and nothing more.

Perfect.

Do you complain?

Not anymore.

Welcome!

A telegram.

Congratulations from abroad.

Addressed from your old address.

Fårhild Circus.

Really?

Don't turn around.

Damn it!

Dømstermorgen!

Damn it!

Where are you?

Dømstermorgen!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Hamburg.

Dømstermorgen.

Dømstermorgen.

Hello?

What's wrong, young man?

Nothing and everything.

What do you want?

Miss Gerda.

What's your name?

Gerda.

Room 23.

Oh, Satan.

It's me.

You're alive, aren't you?

Gerda.

My head.

Oh, my head.

No.

What's wrong?

Have you slept?

No.

Where's my body?

It's here, Gerda.

All of you.

It's earth.

Can't you see that?

Earth?

Are you here?

Yes.

Are you here, Gerda?

Yes.

I'm so hot.

Give me that bottle.

Oh, God.

I thought I was going to sleep.

I haven't slept for days.

I'll never get to sleep again.

What have you done?

What have I done?

Can't you see?

Have you eaten?

Eaten?

No.

What?

Are you hungry?

No, I don't want any food.

What is this?

Leave me.

Leave me.

Oh, God.

Are you here?

Are you still here?

Leave me.

I'm here, Gerda.

I'm here.

You have to help me.

You have to help me.

What should I do?

You can't help me with anything.

Give me the bag.

How did you do that?

I don't know what else to do.

Can't you sit on the sofa?

Not now.

We need to talk.

Gerda.

Leave me.

I'm going crazy.

I'm insane.

I'm like Morgan.

We need to talk.

I don't want to hurt you.

For a loser to hit you like that.

Have you been here?

Who?

The police.

The police?

No.

Why?

You are investigated, Gerda.

Yes, yes.

They can be here at any moment.

You have to sign up.

Sign up?

I'm going to the cops voluntarily.

Voluntary?

You can't take me with my help.

And not yours either.

You might be too late for everything I

know.

They'll find you, little friend.

For sure.

They might find my corpse.

You want to talk about it?

Talk?

About what?

About what happened.

About Morgan.

Of course we're going to talk about Morgan.

That's why you're here.

I like to talk about everything.

Let's see.

You wanted to hear about our dear Morgan.

Everyone's dear Morgan.

Why should I tell you about him?

He doesn't care about you.

He does, Gerda.

He does, Gerda.

He does.

He cares about you endlessly.

Like a psychological chaos.

That's what I mean.

Finally, Morgan is famous.

He deserves it.

There was nothing he wanted more than to

be famous.

Shut up, Gerda.

I thought you wanted to talk about what

happened.

You have to be straight.

I'm straight now.

I just cut it sometimes.

You know that.

Remember that night?

He was shocked.

It was the first time in his life.

What happened to him?

Why was he put in?

Don't you get it?

Are you stupid?

Trauma shock, of course.

He lost control.

He got that big kick.

It was too strong for him.

But you killed him.

Do you know about that?

Listen to me.

I'll tell you the truth.

I won't tell you anything.

You don't care about what I've done.

Tell me what happened.

I touched him.

That's all.

Did I touch him?

Did I do that?

Maybe you didn't.

I don't know.

It's not true.

It's too much.

Calm down, Gerda.

I can see it clearly.

The picture has haunted me since that day.

I'm still in the woods.

What day is it today?

Sunday.

Sunday?

I've been here all week.

I can't do this.

I'll tell you everything.

Do it, Gerda.

I won't judge you.

How can you say that?

You don't know anything.

He had run away from the hospital.

He followed me on the street.

He was arrested and locked up again.

They put him in hell.

They tied him up.

He was on his hands and feet.

He didn't understand what he was going through.

They killed him.

Poor Morgan.

He just wanted to disappear.

To die.

Do you understand that?

He was desperate.

He asked me to help him.

But I didn't dare.

I was on my own.

Really?

Suddenly he was at my door.

He wanted to talk to me.

Talk.

I talked so much.

Talk, talk, talk.

I haven't talked in days.

Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.

Take it together.

Cut it out.

Where was I?

He came up to you.

I'll stay here with you.

What are you doing here?

Have you cleaned?

You can't stay here.

Are you crazy?

I don't want a gang of snitches.

I want to stay with you.

This is too much.

You have to leave.

You can't stay here.

I want to stay.

I can't take responsibility for you.

You're sick.

I can't help you.

I'll take you back to the hospital.

I can't.

Come with me.

Please.

Stop here.

No, drive.

No, stop, stop, stop.

No.

Calm down.

I'm going in.

I want to stay here.

I can't.

No.

No, Morgan.

No!

Go to hell.

I can walk.

Do you want me to walk?

No, you have to stay.

I have to share with you.

You have to help Morgan.

He needs you.

Yes!

Yes, Greta.

Are you still here?

Yes.

Then hold on to me.

You can't leave now.

You have to be with me.

I have you now.

I was asleep.

We walked up in the forest.

A cozy little forest promenade.

Do you see us?

Can you see us?

This is Pula, Garda.

Pula!

This is Knulle, Garda.

Knulle!

No, Morgan!

Stop!

Stop!

I'm going to kill you!

You can continue to find me.

I want to stay with you, Garda!

I want to stay with you!

Sit down.

You're going to do it.

You're going to help me.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Morgan!

Yes!

Yes!

Do you

think that's how he wanted it?

I don't think he wanted anything to do

with Knulle.

That's what you wanted.

To fuck me.

I should have given you the same treatment.

How many men do you think I've done

it with?

Why did you come here?

Do you love me?

I want to show you that I have

a side I can share with another.

My God, what are we doing to each

other?

Do you love me?

Answer me, for fuck's sake!

Have you really broken up with me?

Answer me!

Why don't you answer me?

You were more to me than a free

fuck, Dagny.

Why are you exploiting me?

Do you want me to leave?

No, we're going to talk.

No!

Do you remember before it happened?

I remember.

The first night you slept with me, you

used the shower in the kitchen.

You were in the shower for hours.

I was going crazy.

The sound of running water.

I wanted to wash away all the other

men.

It took its time.

Everyone.

When you were finally done, I dried you

with my only clean towel.

I rubbed your hair.

It was for you.

I got used to it.

It was for me, just that you said

you loved me.

I woke you up in the morning.

I made breakfast.

You never managed to boil an egg.

But you tried.

You never gave up.

I wanted to be yours.

Forever.

But you just wanted to be free.

I hate loneliness, Gerda.

Why did you throw me out?

That's not true.

No, but now you're in my bed.

So now I can throw you out.

Why did you have to ruin everything if

you loved me?

You're lonely.

You can't share anything with anyone.

You didn't want to experience the good things

between us.

You didn't dare to let yourself be carried

away.

I couldn't do anything else.

You let yourself go because of me.

And then tomorrow.

It's your fault, do you understand?

I hate you.

Couldn't I have acted differently?

Not today.

Fuck!

I'm going down again.

Can't you fuck your fucking screamer?

Roll the curtains or whatever.

It wasn't my fault.

I wasn't as free as you were.

Gerda, you can't.

It's not your fault.

Go and tell Morgan now.

I have company.

I'm done with you.

Go to hell.

Baby, baby, baby, baby.

I love you.

I really do.

I love you.

I love you, Gerda.

It's over, it's over.

I'm going down, it's over.

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Could I see the secrets in

your eyes?

Was there really love behind your lies?

Tonight, I live it all

again I live the pain of love again

For you You call me baby,

baby while you tore me down And now

the night is calling with a lonely sound

I'm haunting Hotel St. Pauli Where I'm crying

for your love I have to drive the

demons From my mind Free

the surge of hate you left behind The

night unlocks the dangers In my mind

lurking shadows in a deep confine

Tonight, I live it all

again I live the pain of love again

For you You call me baby,

baby while you tore me down And now

the night is calling with a lonely sound

I'm haunting Hotel St. Pauli Where I'm crying

for your love La, la, la, la, la,

la, la

I'm haunting Hotel St. Pauli Where I'm crying

for your love Where I'm crying for your

love