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We will call you back for a check up in about three months.

Only then will we be able to tell if you are healthy or cancer free.

We also have some groups you can meet with who

have been through a similar situation to yours.

That's not for me.

- However, now you know about them. - Yes.

And finally I want you to consider if you want your breasts redone.

Nah, I couldn't do that.

- And your husband doesn't mind? - Leif? Yes, I believe so.

I think Leif likes me, as I am.

Well, as long as I make lemon mousse for him once a week.

He values what's inside the highest.

I don't even think he's discovered that one is missing.

Many choose to travel... if they can afford it.

We are leaving next week.

- My daughter is getting married in Italy. - Great.

- Yes, some have those means. - Yes.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Go ahead. - Thank you.

Hello. My name is Marco, and this is my cousin Alessandro.

- I'm Patrick. This is my fiancee, Astrid. - Astrid, nice to meet you.

LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED

- How long do you stay here anyway? - Only for the summer.

We should have lived here, but then mother died.

The villa.

I see it.

Here is the key. We have to go now, but we come back tomorrow.

- So we can discuss the food and wine. - Wine and meat.

All the wedding preparations.

Ciao.

Come. Yes, yes...

Well...

It's so beautiful.

It's wildly romantic.

There is not a single piece of furniture, Astrid.

- We could sit on the floor. - No.

There is nothing here. Would you look around?

Where were the lights?

- There's also no power. - Furniture.

There is a sofa and an armchair and everything else.

I knew father did not use the house...

but I figured he at least took care of it. This is a joke.

It's called rustic, and it's perfect.

Astrid, hold on... Astrid!

This is a stupid idea. We have to find a hotel.

What are you talking about, honey? Patrick, it's the world's best idea.

We'll get there.

Right?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Where is everyone?

At a seminar. Weren't you told?

Another bloody seminar? No one told me about it.

God, how I hate this country. Get me Romania on the line, would you?

How are you doing? Morning!

Congratulations!

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,

happy birthday dear Phillip happy birthday to you.

- Dear Phillip. - Today it is Phillip's.

No, no.

Can I just get a word? Thank you. I just want to say congratulations, Phillip.

And we would like to tell you how happy we are that you are our boss.

But we are also concerned because we believe that you work too much.

So we decided to give you a kind of a leisure gift.

Here you go. You get to skydive.

Thank you.

We believe you should get out. That you take the plunge into...

life.

Well, I don't know what to say.

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank your sister Benedikte.

For without you we would not have known it was Phillip's birthday.

- Should we give Patricia a hand? - You shouldn't.

Yeah, come in.

I would like to give you something more personal.

It is also a gift, where you can get a little more out...

with me.

- High heels? - It's tango shoes.

I dance every Thursday.

Thank you, Bitten. But I think you need to find yourself a younger partner.

Ah, Bitten. You gorgeous, beautiful, sweet girl. This is never gonna happen.

I'm a guy who's chosen to be by himself, it's as simple as that.

- I thought we could have fun, though. - It was a very nice idea.

But I have danced all the tango I'm ever gonna dance.

Now, Romania get them on the line again.

Otherwise I'm gonna end up with 80,000 worthless rotten cucumbers.

Apppreciate the thought, though.

By the way, your son called from Italy.

He said everything is going well, and he wishes you a happy birthday.

Romania. Cucumbers.

Leif? Are you home, sweety? I have a surprise for you.

Leif?

- Weren't you out for chemo? - No, I'm done with the chemo.

I have just had a few additional blood tests taken.

We had a lunch break.

Well, it's over now.

Who is she?

It's just Tilde from Accounting.

We were lying around and...

With Tilde from Accounting while I'm in the hospital? Were you?

Yes.

Just get a taxi, Tilde.

Remember to get the receipt.

- I see now that it was a mistake. - How could you?

It was now. Since I'm healthy we can enjoy everything.

I don't get it. How long have you been seeing her?

- She has been with us for 2 1/2 years. - She doesn't look that old.

She is older than you think. She has gone to CBS.

She doesn't even look older than Astrid.

Age has nothing to do with anything today.

She can not be completely normal, when she chooses someone like you.

I understand you're upset. But there is no need for unpleasantries.

- Oh, you don't think so? - No.

You are on my mother's leather sofa, while I am fighting for my life in the hospital?

You just said that you were healthy.

I don't know that Leif. They have to check it all the time. Check, check.

Also, it's not your mother's sofa. It is from

my Uncle Esben who had it with him in Malaga.

- Do I even care? - What?

No. I think we should take it easy. You're overreacting.

- What are you talking about? - It's been a difficult time for both us.

It has actually been difficult for me seeing you be so sick.

It's been hard to see you have it, like you did.

See you in Italy.

23 years and then he leaves her that way!

- What a bastard? - Yes.

We should get a few bikers to teach him a lesson.

And now his daughter is getting married. What an idiot.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

They have only known each other for three months but Patrick is so nice.

I think he is studying to become a politician.

He is getting a Masters degree.

Of course the wedding is in Italy, where the family has a lemon orchard.

Let me get that hairspray.

Did Leif ever do that terrace he promised you?

No.

What a lazy piece of crap.

And so stingy.

- At least, you got rid of him. - He has actually been there for me.

He did not leave me. I'm not taking it too seriously.

Shut up, Mom. Tilde is saying they're getting married.

People always think they know it all. Dad is just confused.

- No, he's an asshole. - Don't talk about your father like that.

You have always defended him, and he has always treated you like shit.

- What about Astrid? - We should not worry Astrid.

She has plenty to worry with the wedding.

- What is it? - Just a little candy and some books.

Mom, I'm not going to a camp.

- Where did you find these? - In a box in the basement.

Mom, it'll be fine. I can take care of myself, okay?

It's just... you'll be away for so long.

I don't like it.

Why can't you wait three days? Then you could come to the wedding as well?

- They'll stop the war because of a wedding. - They should.

What the hell do you think you are you doing?

Oh, God. Look what you've done to my car.

What were you thinking? What were you thinking? Hello!

Are you hurt?

Are you hurt? Then come out, come out and see my car.

Come and see the side of my car!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Come out, before you kill someone. Just get out of the car.

Just come out. Turn it off. Turn it off, please.

Look.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Are you...? I'm sorry.

Lady, listen. You have to look, okay?

When you drive a car, you must look when you're reversing the damn car.

- Are you drunk? - No. I didn't see you.

- I ride in a giant car. - I have to catch a plane.

We all have to catch a damn plane...

and now I won't catch mine, and please stop stop crying.

It's just because I've been really unlucky here in the past.

And I am not accustomed to traveling alone.

All right.

Okay. Just give me your license, and we can sort it here.

- I can't find it. - Of course you can't.

I have to catch my plane. I have to go to Italy.

My daughter is getting married.

Your daughter is getting married?

Your daughter is getting married in Italy? What's her name?

- What does that have to do with the car? - My son is getting married in Italy.

Are you Patrick's father?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm Phillip.

Ida.

- So, Astrid is your daughter? - Yes.

Look, we'll sort this all out down there, the insurance and everything like that.

Good luck parking.

No. No. Are you just leaving me?

Yeah. Listen, I gotta go.

Don't worry. You've got lots of time.

Well.

Hey.

Good God.

No, I was just watching something here.

I'll call you... No, you call me back.

Did you see that? It just wouldn't stop giving me cola.

- Don't worry. I won't bother you. - Hello.

Listen, it's the radishes.

Radishes are top priority. Forget everything else, you understand? Speak to you soon.

It's actually funny, that we haven't met before.

I travel a lot and have been very busy.

- I'm actually very busy right now. - With those radishes?

- I thought you only sold lemons. - I started out with the lemons.

And then you moved in to the radish business?

I'm not in the radish business. There is no such thing.

What exactly is it you do then?

We sell a large variety of fruits and vegetables.

Tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, aubergines, runner beans, broccoli...

oranges and lemons. And, of course, radishes.

Exciting.

Yeah.

Try this. It's an aperitif.

- Franciacorta, lovely wine, Patrick. - Thank you.

Cheers.

- Sorry. - I like that wine, it's very good...

Hello, Alessandro!

Carry on with the wine tasting. I'll be right back.

- Cheers. - How do you say "cheers" in Italian?

Help me getting these up.

On it again.

You have your finger up your bum and brain in neutral.

Now, sign them and send them.

- The car is waiting outside for us. - My suitcase hasn't come.

Fine.

Great. Just...dandy.

Michael, you can not be both worthless and unambitious.

It's his seventh birthday. He won't even remember you've been there.

Buy him a card and get on the plane. Are we clear?

Good. Thank you.

I really don't understand why anybody would work for you.

When you are so awful and stupid and not nice.

I pay 'em good money.

Why are you traveling alone? Where is Astrid's father?

What about your wife? I'm sorry.

It's alright I just thought that Patrick might have...

Never mind.

What?

It's just when he was younger he used to lie about his mother being alive.

No, he told us she died. It was just me.

- Sorry. - All right.

Anyway...

- What exactly do you do? - What do you mean?

What are you trained as?

Trained as? I'm not a dog.

What do you do for a living?

Nothing exciting. I'm just a hairdresser.

Hairdresser.

Why is that so funny? Is it because I wear a wig?

No, no, it looks nice.

It looks very pretty. You're very pretty.

- Sorry, I'm just not very good at compliments. - You should practice doing it more often.

You are a little thin haired on top.

You should also trim your sides a little bit.

Hi, Mom!

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, little Mommy.

Hi.

- Hello. - Hello, Phillip.

- Good to see you. - And you.

- This is a nice place. - I'll show you where you to stay.

- Good to see you. - And you.

- Where is your suitcase? - It's still in Copenhagen.

- How was your flight? - The flight was good.

- I'll take your suitcase. - Thank you.

Aren't you happy?

Well, we have been very busy.

- Patrick has been terrified. - What about you?

- Yes, I am also quite terrified. - My little girl is getting married!

When you found my father, how did you know it had to be him?

Were you just completely sure, from when you met him?

I just thought he was wonderful.

- Are you unsure about it? - I don't really know...

It is quite natural, to have doubts.

That's life. There are no guarantees.

You're not Catholic. You can just...

How funny, I wonder if you are already getting us divorced.

I'm sorry.

- It'll all be fine. Don't you think? - Yes.

- Is Dad here? - He won't be here until tomorrow.

- He wanted to see Pompeii. - Well?

- Why didn't you fly in together? - Well, you know...

Your father has become cultured.

Everything is fine.

Magazines.

Thank you so much for letting us do this, Dad. Astrid is delirious.

Yes, of course.

We've had to spent a bit of money.

We've almost maxed out our credit cards.

I told you it was a mad idea. I should have chosen a hotel instead.

Never mind. We are here. You can borrow one of my credit cards.

Is it strange to be back?

No. It's just a long trip.

I didn't think you wanted your old bedroom, so I gave you the purple one.

Here you go.

I think this is going to be brilliant. It's a small wedding, but that's good.

And there'll be plenty of fruit. You will like it, Dad. At least I think you will.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

Okay, I'm gonna unpack and all that kind of thing.

Yes, yes, of course.

I am really glad you're here, Dad. It means a lot.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Patrick?

Patrick?

Patrick? I have found a lot of cute tableclothes and napkins.

Ciao.

- We have just been taking a break. - We are actually very busy.

- When is the electrician coming? - He'll be here in two hours.

Hi, honey.

- We have only been here for 20 minutes. - It's nice that you don't stress.

- But people'll be right there. - Well let's...

My shoes are crushing my feet.

That's what happens when you eat so many chips.

Salt binds the liquid. With such fat feet, you should have found some open shoes.

- Benedikte, this is my mother Ida. - Nice to meet you.

This is Patrick's aunt and her daughter Alexandra.

She has 2,200 DLL in overweight, and still no shoes she can fit.

My suitcase is gone. I only have this.

I hate it when that happens! It's so unprofessional.

What are we paying them for? But your hair is very beautiful.

It's a wig.

You really have a sense of humor.

Yes, yes.

Did you travel down here together with Phillip?

Yes.

Isn't he a nice man? Couldn't you just die from how wonderful he is?

And then it doesn't matter that he is ugly.

No, I'm kidding.

- Nah, well, now we are here anyway. - And isn't this place wonderful?

- Phillip, come here, darling! - Benedikte, please.

Your voice would wake the dead.

Oh, how I love you and your humor.

- Cheers, Mother. - Cheers.

- Oh, here comes Dad. Hi Dad. - Hey, baby girl.

Uhm, isn't that her from Accounting?

Leif, what the hell are you doing? You can't be here with that girl!

- Would you relax. - Relax? You're...

Drama!

- Why did she do that, sweety? - Just find a new shirt for me, okay, honey?

My baby girl.

You look gorgeous. What a huge box that is.

- Hi, Leif. Welcome. - Thank you.

Thanks, honey. You have met Tilde before, right?

Hi, sweetie. And thank you, for letting me come at such short notice.

- Dad, could we talk for a few minutes? - Of course. I need to change as well.

- What the hell, Dad? - They canceled her flight.

- Tilde was a mess.

- Could you explain to me what is happening!

- I did call to tell you she was coming. - Just stop!

What about Mom?

I've lost four pounds because of this.

Kenneth hates me now.

And that hairdresser, Vibe, spat at the company car last Friday.

This has also been tough mentally on me!

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- It's my father. - Hello! Tilde R�mer, Leif's fiance.

- Hello. Tilde R�mer, Leif's fiance. - Aunt Patricia.

- Hello. Hanne. - Leif's fiance.

- Hello. Fiancee? - Yes.

Why didn't you tell me you had split up?

- We have not broken up. - Are you crazy?

What the hell are you then? He showed up here with that whore from Accounting.

- You don't talk like that. - Yes, Mom.

The word whore is invented for situations like this.

Tell me what's going on, and be honest.

Yes, I apologize.

I had not imagined he would bring her.

- What a jerk. - Yes, he is a fool.

But he has been really confused, sad and upset.

- My illness has been hard for him. - Will you listen to yourself!

You wouldn't understand.

And you shouldn't.

It's your wedding. Don't your waste time on us.

It'll be nice.

I would actually prefer if they went home again.

But he has to be here.

He's your father. It's your wedding.

Don't worry about me. I'll pull myself together.

Now go down to Patrick.

Run along.

What are you doing? Are you crazy? Come out.

Come out. The currents are treacherous out there.

Why are you swimming out there?

That's crazy.

That's really crazy? With your treatment and everything.

Turn around.

I won't look.

- It was really wonderful. - That's cold.

It's fresh.

Here, take my jacket.

No, it's okay.

Thank you.

Just a second. Sorry.

Ants. That's not good.

If there's ants, you can be sure the tree is infected by frozen scale.

- What is that? - An insect. A parasite.

It's a really very nasty, little horrible bug...

- that destroys the fruit first and then destroys the whole tree.

Actually, the females are the worst.

Males... they're harmless.

They don't have a mouth...

so they can't eat and just die in a couple of days.

His life is absolutely without meaning.

- He must do something. - No, nothing.

Now the females, on the other hand, can actually reproduce asexually.

They are very odd creatures.

Very annoying and very dangerous.

The lemons almost look like oranges.

They all are.

That tree back there was an orange tree for 100 years, before it was pruned with a lemon.

I mean, most of the trees you see here were also oranges, so they have to be nurtured the whole time...

so they don't go back as oranges.

It's a very time-consuming and ongoing process.

So the trees make both lemons and oranges?

I like that.

But, you know, lemons are my favorite fruit.

I really can't imagine a world without them.

No.

Nor could I.

Did you know that, botanically speaking,

the lemon is a berry?

No.

Yeah.

Oh...Sorry.

Okay. Thank you.

- Here you go. - Shouldn't we wait for everyone?

- Nah, that's okay. - No, we have to...

- There you are, Phillip. Was it a nice walk? Did you clear your head? - Yeah, my head is clear.

- We were woried about you. - You look wonderful.

- Thank you so much. Isn't it beautiful? - Ida and I bumped into each other.

God, did you have his jacket on?

Astrid, this is amazing.

- You chhose the wine, Dad. What kind do you want? - I don't mind.

It doesn't matter. They are both good.

I'm leaving, if you are doing a speech.

I know it's rude to say something before we have eaten, so I will keep it short.

As Patrick's aunt I feel it is fitting for me to say a few words.

For those who don't know, I've taken care of Patrick for many years.

I have been a kind of a surrogate mother.

- Fake mother. - No, now I have ...!

- I'd rather be called an auntie Mom. - Just start with being a mother.

Then it is my duty so say that tonight is not all about you.

Or about you, Astrid.

No, tonight it's all about our host, Phillip.

Phillip, Phillip...

I think you should put your fingers in your ears, because now you are going to blush.

- Come on, Dad. - Come on. Put your fingers in your ears.

I'm serious put them in.

Thank you.

Patrick, you have the most wonderful father.

Astrid, you are marrying a boy...

- whose father has meant everything to me and my daughter.

He has been there when my little big daughter struggled with her obesity.

I was worried at night.

He was there when she cut herself and much worse.

He was there some years ago when I divorced my husband.

The worst divorce. Ex-asshole, as I call him.

No, it shouldn't be about me. It is your party.

A celebration Phillip has made possible.

It is so wonderful that you can have your wedding here...

- where he married my sister nearly 26 years ago?

Even back then we had an eye on each other.

We winked at each other and flirted.

Until Elizabeth just stole you in front of me.

Before I could count to three. Oh my God, what I'm saying.

No, seriously. She was a great sister.

Just a minute. I need two seconds.

I'm sorry.

Okay, I'll move on.

Patrick. It was so hard for you. Right, sweetheart?

I'm sure she would be proud of you...

if she had seen you here today with Astrid.

I'm proud of you, and I'm sure Phillip is proud.

Hereby I think we should say cheers with a quote from Henry Miller:

"We can never get enough love. And we can never give enough love."

Or as Herman Bang says:

"Indifference is love's most painful sentiment." Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

No. No.

It doesn't matter. It's okay, honey.

I now I believe we can sit down again.

Herman Bang? I have no idea... Do you know who he is?

Yes, Herman Bang. Yes.

No, you don't. You're just saying that to seem wildly clever.

- I'll do it. - No, let me.

Let me show you.

Rub and gently. Very gently.

Could you please stop that?

What the hell are you doing?

Why aren't you sleeping? Are you okay?

Nope. I just needed some fresh air.

I believe it went really well.

Yeah, except for auntie-mother's speech...

with your father's girlfriend and what happened to the dress. It went very well.

That's how family is. There are always some idiots.

Yes.

- It was fun with the dress. - Of course.

I think it's all going to be,

absolutely fantastic.

Just go to bed, honey.

Okay?

You are allowed to have sex before you get married. You know that, right?

How far should we continue in this ridiculous heat? It's really annoying.

I have only one thing to say. Spinning classes.

- You look very different in that outfit. - I know.

I tried all of Astrid's dresses, but then I washed this one again.

- Even the wedding dress? - Almost, she wouldn't let me.

Ungrateful children. No respect.

Do you own all the land here, Phillip?

The property goes back 16 acres that way.

There must be good money in this.

What is the unit price for those little yellow bastards?

- Stop talking about money all the time. - I don't do that.

Honey, couldn't you just try to enjoy the natural atmosphere.

Hear the birds.

They are fine. They don't have any money.

If you don't have other dresses, you can borrow one from me.

I have one that will fit you.

They are a little tight, but one of them can stretch, Ida.

Then maybe you could do my hair. That would be so nice for us to...

Tilde, great idea, but we have to find some tableclothes and napkins...

and then really nice dress for you, right, Mom?

- Tilde, are you coming? - Yes.

- Yes. So we are. - Yes.

Wow, would you look at that. How beautiful.

There's Phillip. I thought they went back.

I thought so too. We have to as well. We don't have much time.

- Just head back. I'll just go say hi. - How sweet of you, Mom.

- Maybe he wants to be left alone. - Who would want that?

- Okay. See you at home. - Bye.

- Hi. - Hey, hi.

- Can I buy you a cup of coffee? - No, no. I'm okay. I'm fine, thank you.

If I were you, I would get that credit card back before it's too late.

You've just bought me an expensive dress.

Oh, have I? Good God.

- Yeah, we'll pay you back, of course. - That's even better.

Is it pretty, the dress?

I've never had anything that nice before.

Yeah, look at that. Well, you are gonna look very beautiful in it, I'm sure.

What would you like?

Hello. What will it be?

- Cappuccino. - Two cappuccinos, please.

You know, you haven't said one nasty thing to me in over six minutes.

It's a magical thing silence.

Yes.

Do you really think I am that angry?

Yes.

How did you meet your wife?

- We met here actually. - Here?

Well, no not right here, but we met in Italy, in the south.

Then she went to Denmark...

and so I stalked her.

- Did she like that? - No, not really but she got used to it, though.

I worked on her and eventually...

kind of soften up and married me.

- What happened? - What do you mean what happened?

How did she die?

- Do you mind that I ask? - No.

She was just...

unfortunate.

It was a little,

stupid accident.

It was a mother with three screaming kids in the back seat.

It was snowing.

Roads were slippery.

And she didn't brake in time.

She didn't even hit her that hard...

but Elizabeth just landed badly.

It must have been horrible.

You get over it. I got over it.

Patrick got over it.

Get on with life.

The driver never did.

She insisted on meeting Patrick and me. She wanted to apologize to us...

and when she came into the room, on that particular day all she did was just sit there and cry.

She didn't say a word. She just cried she just blubbered.

- Are you still angry with her? - No.

I'm not angry with her.

Now I'm just angry at everyone else.

- Ah, Benedikte. - Good evening, I just wanted to make sure you're alright.

- All's good. - Despite all the painful memories and everything.

- No pain. - Good.

I was too excited to sleep.

I just love Italy. The food, the wine, the romance.

- Don't you? - No.

No, actually you're right.

- It will be a nice day tomorrow. - Yes.

How about drinking a glass of wine at the

harbor and talking about the old days?

Good idea.

That color suits you. You should wear it more often.

- Good night. - Yes, good night. Bye bye.

Yes, Hello. This is Ida Hjort speaking.

Could you patch me through to...

Could you patch me through to the Oncology department.

It is because I can feel a lump on my neck.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Need a haircut? - A trim on the sides.

Here.

Thank you.

- Just trim? - Yes, trim over the ears.

Okay. Okay.

There they are!

- Congratulations! - Thank you!

Kenneth, dammit!

What are you doing here?

Of course I would be here when you're getting married.

- What happened to your arm? - I fell, and it hurts a lot.

- Should we get the party started? - Mom will be so happy to see you.

There's just a little thing you need know about Dad.

What now?

- I really should kick his ass. - Don't do that here.

- It's your sister's party. - But when my arm is cured, I'll give him a...

No, you won't!

- You look good. - Oh, stop it. Let us get down there?

- Mother! - What now?

I really think you look gorgeous.

Come.

Alessandro. Hey.

Do you have a second?

- I hear your arm is broken. - Stay away from me.

- Hi. - Hi.

Smuk. Beautiful.

Thank you.

- Beautiful. - Thank you.

Something to drink?

Yes please.

God, that dress is beautiful. Absolutely wonderful.

Did you find it in the "city"? Gorgeous place. I absolutely love it.

But they are using all of Uncle Phillip's money.

No, it's a loan. A loan.

My credit card doesn't allow such high amounts.

So you've borrowed money from Phillip?

How nice of you to lend people money for clothes, Phillip.

That's nice of you. Did you pick it as well?

It's a beautiful dress.

Ida, here. It's a great grape, they serve here.

- You look damn good in that dress. - Thank you, Leif. Hey, sweety.

- You look amazing. - Just like you.

Sorry to interrupt. But dinner will be served soon.

But before that, I would like to welcome everyone who is here...

and say thank you, for being here.

Astrid and I are very happy that you are all here.

Also, I would like to remind you to not drink so much tonight...

because the real party is not before tomorrow.

- You should have told us then. - It's a joke. I'm kidding.

We would like to say...

I'm so nervous. I must apologize. It's pretty stupid.

We would like to thank my Dad, who has made this possible.

- Thank you, Phillip. - You're welcome.

We are very happy, Dad. I hope you enjoy it as much as we are.

Astrid, time for you.

This morning I came to think of the first time we met.

And that is what? A week ago?

Three months tomorrow, right?

I had only known Astrid for about 15 minutes...

when she said she wanted to marry...

live in the country and have six wonderful children.

Astrid just wanted to be surrounded by love...

and fill her life and heart with love.

That I think is absolutely fantastic.

I actually just started my speech for tomorrow. That was not the plan.

But, Astrid, I love you.

With all my heart.

And I really hope I help fulfill your desires.

Cheers, baby. Cheers.

Cheers.

Dinner is served.

God! I don't understand why we pretend to be like one of them.

Her father looks like a Lucian Freud painting.

- What? - Come dance with me.

I don't want to dance. Just go out there and have fun.

One single coating, 25,000 for a room, right?

Would you get down from the couch.

Isn't she lovely?

Hey, go away!

- Do you remember my dress from yesterday? - Oh, yes.

This is not the same. This one is for dancing.

- Miss, come with me. - What?

Oh, Alexandra.

- Is she drunk? - Oh, no. God forbid it.

What have you done, Alexandra?

What have you been drinking? Come on. Two fingers in the throat.

Two fingers down your throat, sweetheart.

Mom, I feel really bad.

I've really been looking forward to this trip.

You shouldn't even be here. But once again your Dad didn't have time for you.

Now it's my turn to have fun, just put two fingers down your throat.

You might as well learn, with all that food you are eating. Come on.

Two fingers. You'll feel much better.

Damn, how ugly you are.

- I hate you. - Yes, yes. Me, me, me.

Could it be about your mother? For like five minutes?

No, Alexandra! That's the most disgusting thing I know of.

I'm not sure how this works...

but it would be an honor if you would have the next dance with me.

Of course.

There are many trees, right? And many lemons.

Yes, indeed there is. It is damn beautiful here.

It looks kind of awesome, when they are hanging from those branches.

Have you been drinking a little?

It is totally like being on that... all inclusive.

It's pretty wild with your arm.

Yes.

Weren't you totally scared?

No. I've tried a little bit of everything by now.

That's life when you're in "combat".

You never believe it will happen to yourself.

I've been so lucky.

I'll be back and then you can get the rest. Stay there and you can get the rest.

Why are you with such an old idiot like my Dad?

You are sweet, and you look damn pretty.

Why don't you find someone your own age?

I don't know.

- I like mature men. - And you think my father is mature?

Yes.

Anyway, you are also quite mature.

May I?

Here.

It's like back in the old days.

I can still remember some of the forbidden steps.

- Leif. - What?

- I don't bother... - Oh, come on.

- Try and let me lead. - Leif, it's not funny.

- Didn't you hear what she said? - Let your Mom and me dance tonight, okay?

- No, shut the hell up! - Please don't...

- Can't you just go away? - Don't push me.

Would you shut the fuck up. Otherwise, I'll kill you!

- You have always been a such a crappy Dad! - Kenneth!

- You stay away, man! - "Leife-luffe", honey.

- "Leife-luffe", are you okay? - Don't call me "Leife-luffe".

Kenneth!

Kenneth?

Your son has a nice left hook.

- He can't hit his father. - He had it coming.

- Sorry. We are a crazy family. - It's fine.

It's just...

This past year has just been really strange.

A lot of things have happened and not many of them have been nice.

I'm sorry. I'm really, really I'm sorry.

Your illness.

Do you want to talk about it? - No. - That's okay.

I mean right now you're well, right?

- Why did you do that? - Because...

I don't know.

Right now, though, are you well?

I don't know.

I have finished the treatment.

I don't know if I'm cured, yet.

Right now I...there's so many things.

- Why are you so nice to me? - Because you're wonderful.

- No, I'm not. - Because you are beautiful.

No, I'm not. That was a long time ago.

You still are.

You just have no idea how beautiful you are.

You really are incredibly beautiful.

Phillip, I heard about the violence in the house. I hope you are alright.

- Yes, I'm great. - I told you that the family is just...

Oops.

I was out looking for Kenneth.

Yeah, well then go look for Kenneth.

Alexandra is finally asleep. She looks like a little baby, you know.

- They are so vulnerable when they're sleep. - Oh, yeah.

- What were you two talking about? - Listen, I'd just like to be alone right now.

You don't have to do everything on your own.

- And by the way you owe me a dance. - No, I don't. I don't owe you a dance.

Let's cut the charade. We aren't kidding anyone, honestly.

What are you talking about? What are you trying to say?

I love you and you love me, and you always did.

Perfect match. You have always loved me. I know that.

Don't. Don't. Don't.

Honestly...

what's wrong with you? You are not really trying to convince yourself...

that you are like falling in loving for that...

hairdresser, are you?

I mean, you might as well fall in love with a Russian postal bride on the internet.

- You should be ashamed of yourself. - I know.

Let me tell you something, Benedikte

and I don't like to be impolite, but for many years now it's been an absolute mystery to me...

that you and your sister, Elizabeth, could actually be related.

She was the kindest, the most beautiful soul any man could meet.

She was everything that you are not.

I've put up with you but only because of Patrick and Alexandra

and I will continue to do so. However,

there is absolutely nothing about you...

that I find remotely attractive.

You are the most awful person, I have ever met.

Sit down.

I'm gona go to bed.

Stay away. Understand?

What are you doing? Now they'll all think we are violent psychopaths.

- You're completely infatuated with him. - Yes, I think he's lovely.

So you are admitting it? Then maybe you should marry him instead of me.

You have almost been glued to each other all night!

Honey, he is into guys.

- What? - He's gay.

How the hell do you know?

From Marco. I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

Alessandro is afraid of what happens when he tells his family.

It's you, he has chased all along.

Now go down and apologize, and then we can dance together afterward.

Alessandro, I'm sorry.

I thought you... you and Astrid...

you know.

I know I shouldn't have hit him.

But I get so fucking furious when I see him.

If there was just one good thing about him but there isn't.

- Yes, there is. - What? Honestly.

What was it that made you fall for him back then?

I remember that grandmother said that he had table manners.

Which meant that he was well raised.

- I still shouldn't have hit him. - No, but he'll be fine.

He is a big guy.

- It was stupid of me to come down here. - No, it wasn't.

Otherwise we would not have been sitting here with your feet in the water.

The two of us.

I'm so glad you broke the arm.

- Mom, stop. - What is it?

What is it?

- Shouldn't you go to bed? - Nope. Why?

Why are you here?

I don't believe, Patrick wants this, Mom.

Why would you say that?

There is something very wrong.

I know I'm not the most beautiful girl in the world...

but he doesn't want to be with me at all.

He wants the party and his weird father and Alessandro...

and wine and food and friends.

But he just doesn't want me.

You are not even contradicting me.

I'm so stupid, I haven't been able to see it.

You are not stupid. You are the most beautiful girl in the world.

Maybe he is just nervous and stressed.

Well, yes. But it's not just that.

I can tell, he's not crazy about me. He doesn't even look me in the eye.

It could be hard for him. Then he has to stand on his toes.

Mom, why are you always trying to be funny at the wrong time?

I'm sorry.

He gets so jealous, when someone as much as looks at me...

and then he won't even touch me when we're alone.

We haven't even slept together, while we've been here.

Don't you just think that maybe he's afraid?

I don't know. I don't know anything.

Benedikte, if that's you I'm gonna kill you.

This woman is driving me crazy. You just...

I'm sorry.

- Is Patrick here? - No.

- I can't find him anywhere. - What happened?

I don't know.He just left.

You go back to bed. Don't worry.

- Hey. What's going on? - Nothing.

It was a stupid idea getting married.

- No, it wasn't. - Yes, it was.

I thought that me getting married and you coming back here,

would solve everything.

But no.

I'm so stupid! I'm so stupid and you've always thought so.

- That's not true. - Yes, it is.

I've spent so much time trying to figure out how to make you happy.

But it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter.

Patrick, I know I haven't always been...

been the greatest dad in the world.

But I never wanted you to do anything for my sake.

- Shut up! - I just wanted...

Shut up!

You are such an idiot, Dad. Such an idiot.

You've been too busy feeling sorry for yourself.

Yeah.

Perhaps you're right.

I'm sorry.

Why do you suddenly care about all that?

- Patrick. - I don't know what the hell I want for Christ's sake.

I don't know anything. I feel empty inside.

Patrick. There's nothing wrong with you.

Just go. I'll get it together.

- Come on. - No. No.

Just go.

Just go.

Please.

Hello. Listen up...

We are going to be a little delayed.

Tilde?

Is there something we as guests can do to help?

No, I don't believe there is.

Will there be anything to drink? The elderly are burning up here.

Shh.

Don't say shh. I'm just trying to help.

Here you go, honey.

Yes, we are sorry, but we are not getting married.

Sorry that we have dragged you down here for no reason.

We are not enemies.

We just can't stand here and lie to each other and ourselves.

I'm so sick and tired of this pretending that everything is fine.

Or that we do as we have always done...

because we get too sad, if we are honest.

I'm so tired of your lies.

You cannot lie your way through life just because it's easier.

When I look at you, I am sure...

that is the way you get fat and old and unhappy.

I don't want it to be like that.

It's nobody's fault.

Yes, it is someone's fucking fault.

It has nothing to do with Astrid. It is I who have been a fool from the start.

- Right? - Yes.

I'm sorry.

But it doesn't matter now. We are not right for each other.

So we should not.

We still have the possibility to choose.

Now I can not keep my mouth shut any longer.

What are we doing then?

Is there still a buffet? What about all the presents?

I think we need just a little information.

Okay. Well, then I can say that I'm trying to get home tonight.

The rest of you can just do whatever you feel like.

Come on, let's go.

Sorry, Dad. Sorry.

Let me carry that.

I'm sorry.

Thank you very much for having us.

Leif?

Ida, I cannot live without you.

I've been a fool. I hope you can forgive me. You were right.

- The two of us really belong together. - What about Tilde?

I'll never see her again.

It was a huge mistake, and that comes from deep within my heart.

- You're the only woman for me. - Why do you suddenly say that?

That's the truth. Haven't you always said that a family should stick together?

- Yes. - And the two of us are right for each other.

I had just completely forgotten how beautiful and wonderful you are.

I really love you. I always have.

Would you please take me back, Ida?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks, Ida.

It is a completely natural reaction to believe that it has returned.

Yes, but I have a bad feeling. I felt a lump.

I can't feel any lump.

But it could be you're right. Your prognosis is not overwhelming.

I will not give you false hope, but I could not feel anything.

If I were to send everyone who had a bad feeling a large examination...

then the system would collapse.

I think we should wait as long as we are talking about psychological symptoms.

So it is psychological when I can feel a lump?

But I'm telling you, I cannot feel it.

If you knew what people came running with.

We had one last week who could feel a squirrel in his head.

I would very, very much like an examination.

How about curling it up at your sides?

When it's flat it looks a little like John Lennon's hair.

- Ida, could you get a cup of coffee? - Yes, of course.

Hi.

Hi.

So.

This is where you've been hiding?

- This is Patrick's father. - I have heard a lot about you.

What are you doing here?

I just came to get a haircut. My sides trimmed.

I don't think we can fit you in today.

Of course we do. It's just a trim.

Now, talk nicely to the customers.

Yes...

- So, how is Patrick? - He's much better. He's good.

- And Astrid? - She's gone traveling with Kenneth.

I've decided to go back to Italy.

Cut down on my workload and just...

It sounds like a good idea.

I know you think I'm an idiot...

and this is all very strange but...

Would you like to come and visit me?

Why would I do that?

Because I have been thinking about you, ever since we left.

You have to turn your head, so I can cut your hair.

- Would you at least consider it? - I can't.

- Why not? - Because I can't.

- You shouldn't be with someone like me. You could have anyone. - I don't want just anyone.

I want you.

- Ida, I shouldn't say... - No, shut up, Vibe.

You don't want to be with someone like me. You don't know what might happen.

You can't just come in here and invite people to Italy.

Besides, Leif has moved back in.

- I hope that's not true. - Yes, it is.

And I love Leif.

And I will not have more clutter in my life.

Would you please leave.

I'm sorry.

I really didn't mean to upset you.

Just go.

He has been trimmed only on one side.

Now you need to keep your mouth shut. Otherwise you will be trimmed on the other.

Well, thanks for the food.

I just had a good idea. We will get a supplementary loan...

and then we can take a long vacation, sounds good?

- Yes. - To the Seychelles.

It is indeed expensive, but it's very beautiful. Hello!

- Is something wrong? - Yes. I don't want to.

Good. Then we can use the money for something else.

Well I...

I don't want to do anything with you, Leif.

Well then... use the money on yourself.

Leif, we should not be together any more. It's over.

I don't want to...

sit here drinking coffee and we grow old.

I'm leaving now, Leif.

Where are you going?

Ida, I'm talking to you. Where are you going?

Ida?

Where are you going to go?

Bye.

Ida?

Ida, dammit!

Ida.

- What are you doing here? - I've come to find you.

Well, here I am.

And I want to ask you a favor.

I have a letter from the hospital. I don't know what it says.

I dare not open it alone.

This probably sounds silly...

I can do it if you do it with me.

Should I open this?

Would you?

Whatever it says in here...

I want you to know how happy I am that you came here.

The mere fact that we met in

the first place is something to be happy about.

At least I am.

And I will be, for as long as I have the pleasure of your company...

whether it's for ten minutes...

two years or thirty years.

Do you mind if I kissed you first?

No.