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Jon wanted to be a skyscraper once. I don't think he knew what it was.

Before it went wrong, and Jon was still little

he lived in his own world.

In his own thoughts.

And everyone left him to himself. All by himself.

That's good, honey. I'm gonna be a bit late.

Especially his father didn't care what Jon was doing.

Don't just reheat the potatoes. They were dry last time.

Until the day of the traffic light.

His father, Big-Daddy, ran the plant and in a way, the whole town.

He bought a traffic light that could turn this town into a big city.

It was a big deal the first time they turned it on.

Helge, the grocer, was the one to make the very first crossing.

Everyone felt bad for him

because his wife died giving birth.

Helge always smiles. No matter what. He always smiles.

It's freakin' show time.

No!

Honey, you're bleeding!

Oh, that's nothing.

Big-Daddy's wiener disappeared. It was never found.

And it was Jon's fault.

Jon felt bad for the red man in the traffic light.

Not being allowed to walk when the green man could.

But he shouldn't have done it. That Helge, is so easily confused.

Jon should never have done it.

After the accident, Big-Daddy gave up the idea of a big city.

He closed the plant. And almost everyone lost their job.

And Jon went to prison.

Not real prison, but in a way.

Good morning, everyone. Should we introduce discounts on late busses?

Big-Daddy is still running the town through his local radio station.

The bus was just three minutes late today.

Three minutes when everyone had to wait in the disgusting shed.

You're listening to The World According to Big-Daddy.

I'll continue in this optimistic vein all morning.

Jon hasn't gone to school since the accident thing. He stays at home.

Mind the mole! I could get cancer if you scratch a hole in it.

Jon's mom, Vivi, eats bonbons, so you can't smell the alcohol.

She's a bad vet.

She's better at sedating animals than curing them.

After the plant closed, it's like the town died.

The train stopped running and was replaced by a boring bus.

The guy who drove the train now just drives the bus.

He was so upset, that he got the hiccups.

And he's had 'em ever since. At first it sounds kinda funny.

But when you think about it, it's not really funny at all.

That's Jon's fault too. So he's not allowed on the bus.

Jon has been banned.

While we're at school, Jon stays at home.

The grocer's daughter, Edith, was born blind when her mom died.

That's the only disaster around here that isn't Jon's fault.

-How come you always know it's me? -I can smell you.

Jon and I have a hideout.

A secret hideout in Big-Daddy's plant.

-Jon and I are best friends. -What are you talking about?

-Are you in love with Edith? -No, of course not.

I'm not, Ben. Why would you think that?

-She hates me. -Everybody does.

That doesn't mean you're not in love with her.

-She thinks I smell bad. -Well, you do.

In reality, Jon is actually much older than me.

But, the thing about Jon is that he doesn't really age.

Since the accident he stayed 9 years old.

Here come the two little playmates. Are you the one that screams at night?

It's because his dick hurts.

So right now we're the same age.

"Honey? We're out of chutney."

"We've got plenty of chutney."

"You know I need my chutney. I get nightmares without my chutney."

"Crazy nightmares." "I know, honey."

"Is this really chutney?" "It is, yes."

"Yummy, yummy."

Chutney, chut ...

It's nice to have a friend in a town that isn't a real town.

And where everything is so far away.

Everyone in town thinks Jon is an idiot and to blame for everything.

But the worst thing is that Jon thinks he deserves this reputation.

Experience has taught him that all he can do is make trouble.

That's why I have to be his friend. I just have to.

SKYSCRAPER

Princess? Aren't you going to school?

-Great. -Listen.

-Is it Chopin? -No, I made it up.

Do you hear that sound? I'm playing to that.

-It's amazing, Edith. -You can't hear it.

It's like ...

It's angels who love you so much they want to play music with you.

What a load of bullshit.

-Or it's your knight in shining armor. -Maybe.

If you're going to scratch, then do it right. That just tickles.

OPEN

WINE AND TOBACCO

There's nothing odd about having a party on a Friday.

So can I go?

I can take the bus. And then just sleep over.

-Where would you sleep? -At my knight in shining armor's house?

I decided I don't wanna be a virgin anymore.

Party, huh? Sounds like fun.

I've never been to a party.

-Yes, we've been so busy here. -Like hell we have!

People don't talk to me anymore.

I just wanna fit in. Is that so weird?

Fit in. Sure, sure. But Edith, you're unique.

That's what's so special about you.

I don't wanna be unique. I can't just sit here and rot.

Of course not ... By the way, could you see if we have enough change?

-We do. -Could you check it again?

So can I go?

Dad? What happened?

You pushed the knife! It fell into my foot!

Don't touch it!

I have to go see Vivi the vet and see if she can help me.

I guess you have to stay home and take care of me and the shop.

Ain't that just a shame, honey, but there'll be other parties.

Could you come over tonight?

-Me? -Yeah.

Me? To your place?

I need your help with something.

You mean ... to where you live?

Yeah. After dark. And don't let my dad see you.

-All right. -And take a shower before, ok?

-Ben, hurry! -I got one!

"Sweet Mama, have you noticed that I recently started dipping

your underwear in honey? So, I've marinated your old body."

-Sweet Mama. -Sweet Mama.

Let's go.

-Can I come with you to Edith's? -No.

-Are you even allowed to do this stuff? -What stuff?

-Stuff with ladies. -It's got nothing to do with ladies.

Shut up, Ben.

You're not looking, are you?

-Promise? -Yes, promise.

Yeah, right ...

Maybe it's too old fashioned. It was my mother's.

Okay. Now you can look.

-What's this about? -Are they all the same color?

Yeah.

Is it "Old Lady" or "Slutty"?

I couldn't say.

Which color suits me best?

-Come on. We haven't got all day. -What's going to happen?

Don't worry. Just make me pretty.

Come on.

Okay. You can go home now.

-Go home? -Yeah. Thank you.

Hey, check this out.

-Hi, Edith. -Hi.

-Don't you look pretty tonight. -Yes.

Isn't that nice. Now Pølse's got a date.

-Looks like you'll get lucky tonight. -I'm always lucky.

What's she doing?

-Can I have a cigarette? -Sure.

I didn't know you smoked.

-You want a light? -Sure.

You want a drink?

-What are you doing here, Edith? -Partying with you guys.

Wow, that's some nice underwear you've got. That's nasty.

-God, you're ugly. -Where are you going, Edith?

She just wants to dance.

You're so nasty that even Pølse wouldn't fuck you.

Take off your dress.

What the hell are you doing?

Jon, come in here.

Where've you been?

-Nowhere. -You can't start lying to me now.

-I was just out. -By the bus shed?

-No, not at all. -Easy, boy, I'm not accusing you.

I know you don't hang out with those monsters.

I've told you a billion times. That place tempts our darkest corners.

-I'm not doing anything. I promise. -I know.

You're my boy. My little boy.

I love you, God damn it. You know that, right?

Want some before brushing your teeth?

Ben?

-Are you there? -I'm doing homework. Later, okay?

-Hi, Jon. -Hi.

Edith is here full-time now. Now that I'm out of the game.

I suppose you've heard. It's good practice for her.

-Practice for what? -She's the crown princess.

She'll take over this whole kingdom some day.

I'm not getting any younger.

-Hi. -Hello.

-Are you all right? -Why wouldn't I be?

Hello.

-You have to sleep with me. -What?

You have to pop my cherry.

Nobody else wants to.

-You mean, be your boyfriend? -No. It's just sex.

There's no need for drama and big emotions.

-But that's ... -Don't make a big deal out of it.

It's like tasting olives for the first time.

Or diving off a cliff. You just do it.

-Well, if it isn't the new grocer. -That's right.

-You sure you understood her correctly? -Pretty sure.

But you can't.

-Does she know about your johnson? -Of course she doesn't.

Jon has a wiener problem, but it's not as big as Big-Daddy's.

Jon has one, but there's something wrong with it.

It's like when we look at the twins. They used to live in Dubai.

Apparently they went out with the same man, fell out with him

and moved back home. Jon acts funny when we look at them.

And he can't look at them for long.

If Jon thinks too much about naked ladies, his foreskin tightens up

and hurts like crazy. Since the accident, Big-Daddy always says

that nothing good comes from letting your wiener do the thinking.

He warns us about the bus shed. Things gross and forbidden happen there.

So he thinks it's fine to have a son who is automatically stopped

before he even thinks about sex.

I know how your phimosis feels.

It's like wearing a shrunken sweater. You can't get it off.

-Man, that hurts. -Yeah, sort of like that.

So you have to call it off with Edith.

Hey, Jon.

-You hang out here a lot. -So?

-What are you doing? -I'm waiting for the train to Paris.

-Have you ever been to Paris? -I haven't been anywhere.

-I've been all over the world. -Really?

-In my dreams. -Oh. Like that.

-Pretty sad, huh? -I guess.

You're not backing out, are you?

No ... I just ...

Do you remember when that truck dropped all those oranges?

-What? -They were all over the place.

We collected them all. We were the only ones.

People couldn't understand how you could find so many.

You found the most.

Then you suggested we make a lemonade stand. You and I.

-Did I? -Yeah.

-That was the first time we spoke. -We talked outside the shop?

-Yeah. That day we did. -All right then. About our project ...

-Have you ever done it? -No, never.

-I guess we just have to practice. -Practice?

Yeah, there's a movie at the store we can watch.

You wanna know if you can do normal stuff without being circumcised?

You can't really have sex. Not if the skin can't go back.

Mom, please ...

-So I can never ...? -Only if ...

Look, we'd have to sneak into town. Without your father knowing.

-That can't be done, can it? -No, it can't.

I don't think so.

Or, what do you think?

Phimosis can be a really big problem.

-Why bring that shit up now? -The foreskin is tight, and it hurts.

-Don't gross me out when I'm eating! -He can be circumcised.

-How? -At the hospital.

In the city? Are you insane?

Jon isn't going anywhere.

But it hurts. And he'll never be able to ...

Jon shouldn't be able to do anything. He's just a little boy.

He's 17.

Do you want to be circumcised?

Can I tell you a secret?

I used to be a real son of a bitch.

-You've told me. -I drank, fucked, lied, all that jazz.

As if living was a fundamental right. I couldn't get enough.

I'd leave in the morning for a meeting.

Pick up a girl in the city

throw her down, here in the car. Do her in every hole.

Again and again.

Not everybody can do that, you know.

I loved having your mom suck it, while it still stank ...

-Dad, you already told me this. -Damn ...

Once I screwed a girl with no nipples.

No nipples at all.

Nice tits, though. Huge.

But no nipples in sight. Nothing.

At first she didn't wanna show me, but I kept at it.

"Come on." Then she took them out.

There they were. Like a couple of Moomins.

You don't have to tell me this, Dad.

When the plant closed, everybody blamed you. "It's that little asshole!"

"Hell, no!" I said. "Stay away from him." I looked out for you.

If you chase girls, it's like saying you don't give a damn about me.

"I'm just gonna keep making trouble." Right?

There's been a rumor, and now witnesses confirm it.

I know I say it often, but this really is amazing news.

We now know why we've had so many deformed and discolored piglets.

A big, ugly creature has raped many of the town's sows.

Now the horny bastard has been caught. And as usual

the town has asked me to solve the problem. And of course I can.

The easy solution would be to kill it, but no.

My dear wife, Vivi, is removing the cause of the problem right now.

What if Dad sees you drinking?

Will you hold its hind legs?

I think we should shave them first.

-What are you doing? -Your dad wants them.

-What the ...?! -Let's do it. It's not that hard.

-We can't. Dad would ... -Quiet. Dad'll never know.

-I'll fix you. -But you're a vet.

-And you're drunk. -Of course I am, honey.

Of course I am, honey.

Jeez! So no more foreskin?

-Nope. -What about your dad?

He doesn't know. All he cares about now is Junior.

Who's Junior?

The pig. My dad loves it.

-I'm gonna do it. -Not that stuff with Edith?

-What? -You think a cut has changed you?

I have to help Edith. And now there's no reason not to.

-Do you think that's a good idea? -I don't know.

Why not just run over there and get it over with?

-It's not like that. -Yes, it is.

Now you can act out your fantasies.

Shut up.

-Jon? -Hi.

We should watch that movie.

-Now? -Yeah.

-Can't it wait? -No.

My dad's not home. Now's good.

Are you coming?

Come on, Jon.

There's a lady at a desk. She's writing with a feather.

-A goose feather like the old days? -Yeah.

A guy walks in. He's dressed like a musketeer.

-What are they doing? -He's taking off his jacket.

Amazing. Keep going.

The lady is bent over the desk.

The guy's just standing there. He took off his pants.

Just like that?

Yeah ... Just like that.

-Are they using the feather? -Yeah ...

I thought so. What for?

-It's up the butt. -Whose butt?

Hers.

-He's putting his finger up there now. -Does she like that?

I think so.

Now he's sticking the same finger into her mouth.

-Did she know it was that finger? -I don't know.

Are you okay? You're shaking.

Where are your pants?

Maybe we're over-thinking it.

If we just get naked, it'll work itself out. Don't you think?

I don't think it's that difficult.

The first time I thought I was gonna kiss a boy was in the 8th grade.

Me and this boy, we were picking up milk, and we got lost.

I chickened out. I was sure there was some secret thing to do

that I didn't know.

My dad is going on the radio on Thursday. Let's do it then.

And leave the feather at home.

Jon's mother forgot to tell him not to get an erection

after his wiener was cut. Not until the wound had healed.

I thought it was funny, but Jon didn't. Not at all.

Jon.

We always shared everything, me and Jon.

But ever since the thing with Edith

all he thinks about is her and about getting ready.

Ben?

It's ready. Ben?

-It doesn't hurt anymore. -Where have you been all day?

-I made it. It's ready. -Okay.

-Fine. -Completely ready.

I didn't make any tea.

That's not really why we're here.

-Just so we know where they are. -Clever.

-Are you okay? -Yes. Sure.

It's just like diving off the high dive. Didn't I say that?

You did.

Have you ever done it?

-Diving off the high dive I mean? -No.

Can I turn off the radio?

-What are you doing? -I was gonna kiss you.

We're not going steady or anything.

Come on. Take off your clothes.

-You don't look that ready. -Never mind what I look like.

Just do it to me. Just get it done.

Let's start over.

I'll just lie here and be quiet. Take your clothes off. Put it inside me.

No. Don't.

-You think I'm disgusting. -No. I really want to ...

-No, you don't. -I do. I'm just confused.

-How about that cup of tea? -Get lost!

-I really want to stay. -Leave! Now!

-She got really mad. -So what?

-What am I gonna say to her? -Nothing. She's stupid.

-But ... -Just forget all about her.

Let's say there are two strawberries. One is old and gross

the other nice and fresh. Which one would you put in your mouth?

-The one that wasn't old and gross. -Of course.

This is a beautiful girl:

And this is me:

-You do know she's blind, right? -Yes, of course.

Isn't it a bit low playing her like that?

Teasing her. Click-Clock. Making noises and confusing her.

She knows she's blind. There's no need to ridicule her.

That's not what I'm doing.

I feel like everything I do is wrong.

But when I'm with Edith, it's not like that. Then nothing is wrong.

-Then it's right, no matter ... -Have you been with that little girl?

-What have you done? -Nothing.

Then what are you saying? Don't tell me you're in love.

You can't, damn it. You think it's a coincidence you've got that foreskin?

It means something. That's not for you. Ever! Got it!?

This is it, dear neighbors. It's time to clean up this town!

I have a feeling that I must lead the way.

It's up to us. It's our choice. Believe in Big-Daddy.

We can do it. We'll talk more after this.

-No. Stay there. -I'm supposed to peel potatoes.

Nobody helps my sis without getting a reward.

Kitty? What did I tell you about throwing your coat here?

-How old are you? -17.

How old do you think she is?

I really couldn't say.

We've tried to hide from the ravages of time.

But age catches us all.

And watching you makes us so sad.

-Me? -You're a beautiful, fresh flower.

-But you're in the shadows. -With no water or care.

You're withering. And it's so sad.

-There's still a light in your eyes. -But it'll die, if you don't act.

What should I do?

It's not too late for you.

You should enjoy life too.

Thanks.

-Can we do this some other day? -What do you mean?

Could you please leave?

What are you doing?

-No way! -No way what?

-Don't bring her here. -How did you know?

This is our secret place!

-What are you doing? -Nothing. Go home.

I can't only play with you. I'm not a little kid.

-Neither am I. -Yes, you are.

Hi.

Idiot.

-Do you need something? -Yes.

-Then get it and leave. -What I need is down here.

Edith! Wake up.

-What are you playing here? -What?

What is he up to?

I don't know where everything goes, so ...

It looks dangerous.

-Is it the Eiffel Tower? -Yes.

Try this one over here.

-It's another tower. -It's a skyscraper.

-Like in America. -Maybe, yeah.

New York.

I have something to show you.

Did you make this?

It's just from some old magazines and labels.

It's amazing.

Can you feel what it looks like?

What's with you and tall buildings?

You can pretend you're traveling.

Jon!

Jon?

Is that ...?

It's Jon's foreskin.

Candles. How cozy.

Yeah.

-Christ, I've been so awkward. -No, you haven't.

I totally have.

Okay, maybe a little.

About the other day, it wasn't because I didn't want to.

-We can just be friends. -Yes.

-I know I want to be your friend. -And I want to be yours.

And then maybe, in a couple of weeks, we can hold hands.

Yeah.

It feels different than I thought it would.

Sort of like the skin on your eyelids.

-Dad? -Yes, little darling.

Jon? What's going on?

Jon, say something!

Jon?

That's right. No more secrets.

-Look what your secrets have done. -What do you mean?

Mom?

Good morning, dear neighbors. Big-Daddy isn't so optimistic today.

Today I'm not happy. So ...

But maybe I am anyway, because today we're gonna clean up.

Dad? Please say something.

Why don't you yell at me?

Or congratulate me. Anything.

-Why should I yell at you? -I just lost my virginity.

Great!

You don't have to smile all the time.

-It's okay not to be happy. -But of course.

I would actually like to see you sad.

Sure. But what do I have to feel sad about?

-You've got plenty of reasons. -As long as I have you, I'm happy.

And you're happy. And we have the store which is going great.

-And you have your piano. -Dad.

You know what? We've got some new cookies. With pink frosting.

-Edith, where are you going? -To see Jon.

Oh, I'm so clumsy.

Will you help me, Edith?

Please.

-What on earth happened here? -He tore it down.

-Who? -Who do you think?

No more hiding our faces. Today we'll deal with the problem.

We'll shine light into the darkness.

No more bull.

Today my son will ask for forgiveness.

Let's start anew. Today.

Say you're sorry, Jon.

Lay it all out. Start with last night.

Last night?

The girl ...

The girl you raped.

I didn't rape her.

You forced her.

A poor handicapped girl.

Just like you forced your mother to cut off your foreskin.

-What? -You're sick and must be cured.

Apologize, Jon.

Actually ...

There's nothing I want to apologize for.

He doesn't wanna apologize.

Actually this tells us a lot about where we are.

We're at the abyss. At everything filthy. At everything evil.

We're very close to losing the battle.

Look at Junior. He was like you. Controlled by his disgusting lusts.

But we cut the problem away. And look how happy he is now.

-What's going on? -Big-Daddy's gonna cut off Jon's nuts.

-What's he cutting off? -His balls!

It's because I love you.

No, it's not.

Nobody treats their loved ones like this.

Say whatever you want. But I'm not going to agree with you anymore.

Ahh! What the hell!!

Go, honey.

Go.

I'm sorry I told on you. I didn't know it was going to be this bad.

It's okay. I'm sorry, too.

I understand. You're not a kid anymore.