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-May I just talk? -Yes.

You're not a Catholic?

No, not formally.

-Is that wrong? -No.

You can just begin.

No…

It's like this:

For a long time I have had…

An intense desire to vanish.

What do you mean by "vanish?"

Just leave. Disappear.

Have you got financial problems?

No.

Partner trouble?

A lover?

No, nothing like that.

A couple of years ago,

I was really down.

Nothing made any sense to me.

Then I read about a man who went out to buy bread.

And just disappeared.

The idea stuck in my mind.

A few years? Why haven't you simply done it?

That kind of trip has to be…

…thought out in detail.

The time must be right.

Or you could be caught in the act.

Yes, and then nothing has been achieved.

How do you plan to do this?

I have a boat.

A secret boat.

And documents?

-Passport? -That's all been taken care of.

Money and food?

-In the boat. -Where do you want to go?

I have no destination.

-I just like the idea. -I see.

You see?

Yes, of course.

Is your depression a thing of the past?

Yes, I would say so.

In a way, this project has kept me going.

It's become a kind of hobby.

What did you want to talk to me about?

I have a family.

My wife died last year, and now,

I'm alone with a little toddler and a stepdaughter.

I should really drop the entire project.

But I'm afraid everything would be so empty.

I have spent years thinking, preparing,

and looking forward to this.

Many people can take care of children.

The eldest one isn't even yours.

For the little one, it doesn't matter.

-Well, I guess it matters somehow. -How old?

-One year. -Right.

Makes no difference. Children are very tough.

If you really mean it…

But I don't know. Two children alone…

Then bring them with you.

Then there's no…

Disappearance.

That's more like…

…a voyage.

Right.

It doesn't do anyone any good if you shelve your dream.

You're also supposed to have a life.

That's a nice thing to say.

-I thought it would shock you. -We priests hear a lot of things.

-Maybe you haven't heard this before. -Yes, I have.

It's not that unusual.

Not that unusual?

Very Norwegian.

And Belgian, actually.

-Did this help you in any way? -Yes.

It felt good to talk about it.

There aren't many places where you can talk about this.

Anonymously.

I like the fact that you cannot see me.

Yes, it's a good arrangement.

May I…?

May I ask you a small favor?

Before I leave?

Could you answer some questions?

Just so that our services may improve.

You just tick them off.

2 minutes, tops.

Of course.

Then I'll go, and you leave the sheet on the chair when you're done.

Hennie, that's too much sugar.

Not now, Sveinung!

Line?

Egg?

Mummy came on a bit strong. I'm sorry.

Remember that time at Sognsvann lake, Sveinung,

when a butterfly settled on your hand?

Remember?

Sometimes a tune is a bit like that butterfly.

It sort of comes dancing through the air out of the blue.

And maybe it lands on your hand.

And then you sit quiet as a mouse,

and hardly dare to breathe.

Because you are so anxious that it may disappear again.

That's what it can be like…

…to make a new song.

It can disappear so easily.

Do you understand what I mean?

I'm sorry I disturbed you.

Don't blame yourself!

I'm sitting here blaming me.

Sveinung.

Put the magazine away.

Mum talks about something important.

You see, for Mum as well,

all this is both new and strange.

I didn't know I had this in me.

That maybe I can create…

…something nice.

Maybe make hearts beat a little stronger.

Now that I have this little girl in my belly…

For Mum, there is growth everywhere now.

Sometimes it feels like it's this little girl…

…who hums the melody to me.

That's the way it's turned out.

I understand it if you don't understand.

I hardly understand it myself.

I just wonder if…

If you can forgive me if Mum is…

…a slightly worse Mum for a little while.

Maybe I have to think of myself a little more,

and of you a little less.

I've been thinking of you for a long time, and maybe not of myself.

Is that okay?

Is it?

You are so beautiful.

You are so beautiful!

All of you!

I just love you so much.

And you, my husband, who is the world's best dad.

-No, I'm not. -Yes, you are.

Yes, you are. That's for sure.

Yes.

I found it great that…

…we got a chance to talk about these things.

If we're all…

…just considerate towards each other, this will be fine.

But Mum has to be very clear about it when she needs peace.

-And quiet. -Could we do it like this?

If I have my back turned on you,

it's because of that butterfly,

and Mum needs a bit of peace.

Maybe you can use a hat?

No, she cannot use a hat.

Should I use a hat?

Is that maybe more clear?

Yes, I can use a hat!

Aksel.

Hi.

-Got a minute? -Of course. We're going the same way?

Is it about the Muslim?

How did you know?

Don't whisper!

People are strange that way.

The Muslims are just human beings.

I'm just so worried about Marit.

That she would say something they don't like.

She can say very ugly things.

-You know she's got Tourette's, right? -Marit has got Tourette's?

You knew she does.

-No. -You must have noticed.

Many people have got a foul mouth.

It's more than that. I thought all the parents knew.

They don't walk around thinking about it.

Could she offend any Muslims?

They are in the same class, and even in the same group of friends.

It's not like Muslims can't stand to hear what we hear.

-They are people like you and me. -Not quite.

They're a trifle more touchy.

And short-tempered.

That Mustafa hit his daughter right outside the school.

He hit her?

Or slapped. I don't know.

That's bad.

-Marit is a wonderful girl. -Thanks.

But she's vulgar at times:

-Like what, for example? -"Fuck-fuck-fuck, cunt-cock-Satan."

Not completely unusual words.

No, but she utters them very many times.

The words don't get uglier that way. And you sort of get used to them.

It's annoying, but they're only words.

Yes, only words.

The Muslims will probably just laugh.

They don't have much humor.

-Yes. Just as much as we have. -They always seem so serious.

Not at all!

A buddy in Morocco is able to tell stories all night.

And there's so much laughter.

Exciting with friends in such places.

-Do you sometimes visit him? -We've lost contact a little.

Maybe I should seek him out. Yes, I'll check him on Facebook.

-Are they on Facebook? -Just as much as we are. Maybe more.

This is going to work out fine.

Just fine.

Just be a bit careful with some word combinations.

There's probably no danger.

But some words should not be uttered in sequence in the same sentence.

It's all about showing respect for things…

…which are important to people.

Like "Allah," "Muhammad"?

-And especially "the prophet." -Prophet?

-Can't you say that either? -Just not right before or after…

Marit has never said "the prophet."

-She probably doesn't know about him. -Then don't mention it to her.

But if she says it,

she must not say it together with the other words.

To say "the prophet" may spell trouble?

-Probably not. Just mentioning it. -Bloody hell!

Why are they so particular?

We've also got our hang-ups.

You would probably not say "fuck-fuck" and "the king" in the same sentence.

-I could if I would. -That would turn people off.

Not a good comparison, because the prophet is greater.

After all, this has to do with God.

He slapped his daughter?!

I didn't see it. Trine told me.

Then I'll talk to him.

-Won't he be agitated? -No, he's very sympathetic.

He's very sympathetic.

Would you like to hear?

Yes!

Did you write this?

The lyrics too?

Slightly inspired by a poem I read.

Nice!

-Very poetical. -It's a bit slow.

-I have problems with the chords. -It's great!

It's great that it's slow.

That made me glad, Vidkun.

You liked it!

Should we go upstairs and have a good time?

Up on the first floor and…?

-Now? -Yes.

Were you surprised?

-Maybe a little. -I feel it does…

…something to me,

when you praise my song.

Is that slightly perverse?

Maybe a little.

To get horny from praise…

That's truly perverse!

Could you play it once more?

It was so nice. Maybe even slower?

Are you sometimes worried, Suzy?

About…?

I don't know.

The future.

No.

You don't need to be.

If you don't feel like working,

you probably won't need to.

But I would like to work.

I'm just mentioning it.

You're making some weird statements these days.

I'm your client. Why do you say that the valuation is too high?

-I never said that. -Yes, you did.

"The valuation may be a bit high."

-Maybe the valuation is a bit high. -No, the valuation is just right!

What nonsense!

An angry man?

-Yes, he got pretty angry. -So what's the valuation?

13.2.

Far to high. I agree.

Bye now.

-Do you know her? -Yes.

A little.

She's tough.

Did you fall? May I help you get up?

He's as heavy as a load of bricks. Shouldn't he co-operate with us?

You have to work with us.

That's it. Are you okay?

Should I take you home?

You manage on your own?

Okay. Good luck on… Good luck.

Thank you.

-Did you think of…? -He's not credible.

-They all do their best here. -But he is really not credible.

It's very hard for me to get into the character when he plays so feebly.

Keep that in mind. We don't play well together.

He has no guts. Maybe he has resigned. But empathy…

It's supposed to come…

…from here.

I don't make it with him.

You know what I mean?

There is much to be considered, okay?

I respect that.

100%.

Okay… Fine.

Okay, should we try once more?

Let's do it one more time. But could I have someone else?

Maybe another man now?

Ivar, would you like to?

Go ahead.

We'll try someone else. And remember the main points:

See the other person. Make him feel safe, and…

Help!

-Please go ahead. -Did you fall?

-May I help you up? -Wait, I didn't fall yet.

That's it. Ouch, it hurts so bad.

Did you fall? May I help you up?

-Should I take you home? -No.

You manage on your own?

All right.

Good luck.

-Thank you. -Yes.

Here he comes.

I'm not sure if I'll mention the money.

No…

-Let's wait and see. -Yes.

Hello? Hi, Dad.

Dad…

It's so weird to use this word.

-Hi! -Hi!

Hi!

How nice that you wanted to come.

Of course I did. Free food, right?

Yes…

You have really done well, Tomasz.

The garden city, and everything. Not many Poles live around here.

-There are some. -With a Norwegian girlfriend?

-I think not. -Do you like fish?

-Of course I like it. It's delicious. -Glad to hear that.

"I'm grateful to a lot of people."

"First and foremost to Jacken, of course."

"Always first on the set."

"The born perfectionist."

-Dad? -Yes?

-What are you doing? -Reviewing a little speech.

-For which occasion? -Opening night.

You know Mum comes by today?

Thanks for telling me. I had forgotten.

-Maybe you should busy yourself. -Of course.

It's so nice that Mum will visit.

Do you miss her?

Yes, a little bit.

-Will the German guy come as well? -I'm not sure.

Maybe you could visit someone,

or go see a film or something?

It's a bit odd if you're here.

I'll go.

Have you got money?

-I'll lend you some. -No.

Of course I've got money.

Maybe you should air out.

It's kind of stuffy in here.

Yes…

I will…

Why? We're doing fine.

Yes, at the moment. But we have to think ahead.

If you want…

You have to want it too, or it will just be play-acting.

In Germany we don't visit therapists for every little thing.

I'm sick of this Germany speech.

Do you always have to talk about Germany?

Hi, Jens Christian.

What? Today?

Was it?

No.

It wasn't today?

You must have gotten the date wrong.

In my almanac it says…

It says next week.

Have you mixed them up?

That can happen.

I'm fully booked today.

Maybe you could ask Dad?

And how are you doing?

You haven't got yourself a girlfriend?

No…

Listen…

Yes.

Yes, let's try.

Great. Bye, darling.

My God, he's become so whiny.

He's only 15.

I wasn't that whiny when I was 15.

We have stuff to talk about.

-But we don't have any problems. -How can you say that?

-Do you find this cozy?! -No…

So, don't tell me we have no problems.

What do you think?

It's very nice.

So, don't you like it here?

Yes…

We just thought…

Maybe we don't need so much space, just the three of us.

Yes, I see.

I can understand you feel the need for a change.

Maybe it's not so wise to sell right now?

I would have sold immediately.

The garden city is totally overrated.

And it has been for a long time.

If money matters to you, I would sell.

And if money doesn't matter?

That makes it all a bit more complicated.

-Tea? -Tea?

Have you got the time?

Well, yes…

Suzy, would you like some tea?

-That was delicious. -Thanks a lot.

-Have you all had enough? -No more space!

How do you say "thanks for the meal" in Polish?

Forget it. No chance.

Dad, we have another little piece of news to tell you.

You do?

Is everything okay, Bjørn?

You're going to be a grandfather!

Grandfather?

-Is this true? -Yes.

That's what I'm sitting here trying to absorb.

Is it really the case?

Suddenly,

you appear out of the blue, Tomasz. And before I know it, I've got a son.

And as if that's not enough…

-And all in a matter of a few weeks. -Do you love children?

Yes, I love kids.

I love kids very much.

I have lots of love to give a child.

That's good to hear.

My mum doesn't have so much to give.

-And your dad? -He is dead.

But he would not have had a lot to give. He didn't give me much.

Those things often skip one generation.

Remember that.

-I'll have love enough for all of us. -Yes, won't you?

Better one with a lot to give, than many with little to offer.

Singing, playing, and fishing by the cabin!

Bicycling and all that!

My fantasy is running wild.

I guess you also want to spend time with the kid.

No, you can just have him…

It's wonderful to know that…

That Korak gets a grandfather who will be there for him.

-Korak? -He would like to be called Korak.

Anneli is clairvoyant.

But increasingly less after she got pregnant.

That's just the way it is.

While she was still slightly clairvoyant,

she met Korak in a dream.

He told her that he would like to be named Korak.

As in "Tarzan?"

Is it a Tarzan name?

Yes.

-Didn't you know? -No.

That's the nice thing about it.

I never read "Tarzan."

-That's a boy thing. -I guess you're right.

So, Korak…

That's pretty original.

So you were clairvoyant?

Yes, but not anymore.

Now you can only guess, like us.

Yes.

It's not always so easy.

Everyone says everything will be all right.

But how can they know?

But there's a child coming!

Cheers!

Little Korak is a lucky boy.

Great parents.

And he gets to grow up in the garden city.

We have considered moving,

-because it's far too expensive here. -Nonsense!

There is no better place…

-…for a little child. -Are you serious?

Of course.

The garden city!

My God!

Just forget about moving.

Then we'd better help each other economically.

Seriously!

By the way…

There's a little thing I thought I might ask of you.

It doesn't feel much fun to ask this.

Go for it, Tomasz!

Don't be humble.

Okay.

The other day,

Anneli made an account of what it costs to have a child.

Clothes, equipment, school, school band and courses…

Here the children will have it all.

No, it won't be cheap!

-But what's pecul-- -Peculiar.

What's peculiar is that when I came from Poland,

I had a similar account,

which my ex-girlfriend had made,

of what I would have cost as a child.

We had to laugh when we realized that it was nearly the same sum!

Really?

Of course it's only numbers.

Let me have a look at the numbers.

It's in the chest of drawers.

Here's what Korak will cost.

And…

Here is what I would have cost.

It's almost the same sum. Just a slight difference.

So…

This sheet shows what I have saved by not taking care of you?

Well, saved…

Yes, in a way.

-It's impossible to measure in money. -Yes, of course.

But there's no excuse for not trying.

Everything okay, Dad?

-Yes. -Are you sure?

This is bit silly.

It's not nice that this is suddenly all about money.

I'm sorry. Let's just forget about it.

-Is this why you invited me? -Definitely not.

I understand that things cost money.

I'm sure the account is correct.

But, I…

I don't have any more money than what I need.

-I have to live somewhere. -That's absolutely okay.

-Just forget about it. -I would have liked to help out.

Coffee? Let's have…

Nice…

The cabin is probably worth a bit.

But I love the place so much.

-No, no. -You're not going to sell any cabin.

I'll take this back.

Now…

Let's do something.

A pillow war? Are you ready?!

I discovered something today,

when I played for my husband.

It became even nicer…

…when I played it slowly.

Hold it.

One more time.

But a bit slower.

Okay.

Fantastic!

-Now you were yourself. -Thank you.

How did you do that?

Like this.

It wasn't hard at all.

And that's how you did it?

I don't understand Norwegians.

People who live here get insecure once things change in the least way.

They immediately put on their blinkers.

-Just have to take it with a smile. -Exactly.

Try to laugh at it.

They're just insecure.

There's no bad intent.

This is kind of weird, Mustafa. I'm not used to this.

Hi.

This is what you do in your country?

Yes. Then there's no problem.

-Hello?-This is Dad.

-Did I wake you up? -No, it's fine.

Everything okay?

I'm so sorry for what I said. A cabin…

…is just a cabin.

A pile of wooden planks.

While little Korak is Korak.

He is all that matters now.

Are you crying, Dad?

Money won't be a problem, okay?

But you are definitely not going to sell the cabin,

We'll see about that, Tomasz.

But Korak will grow up in the garden city.

I'm your dad.

I won't let you down.

-Money is no problem. You understand? -Yes.

-But… -What do you understand?

That money is no problem.

Great, Tomasz.

Then we'll both go to bed now.

It's been quite a day!

Hi!

Is your mother or your father home?

No.

Could you give them a pamphlet and a little book from us?

Are you hungry?

-Are you sure that's okay? -It's my house.

Just come on in.