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Hi! Hi! Hi!

Does it hurt? Okay.

- Name?
- Kevin Abdela.

Kevin Abdela. Good, Mary.
You'll be fine.

So, fine.
She has to keep it on for four weeks.

Even when the pain stops,
she has to keep it on.

Let's wrap it up in ten minutes, folks, please!
Ten minutes, thank you!

- Najeeb?
- Yeah?

- We take two more, each.
- Two? Ok, we can have four more.

She will have to give her
something for the fever.

Three times a day.

Come back here...

Najeeb, stretcher please!
Prepare to operate!

Easy, easy. Come, come, come.

Tie me on the back.
I need help here.

She can make it. Check her pulse.
She can make it.

I need some light.

- Patient asleep?
- Yes, doctor.

Swabs.

Take the swab.

Clamp. What's the pulse?

Pulse at 78. Stable.

Okay. Hold tight.

Clamp. Looks stable now.

I didn't think she'd make it.
I've seen that type of injury before.

It's the work of a local villain.
Big Man.

He takes bets with his boys...

as to what sex the child will be.
Then he cuts the girls open to see.

"And Death gave back these
treasures for a song."

The nightingale sang on.

It sang of the quiet churchyard,
where white roses grow...

where the elderflowers
make the air sweet...

and where the grass is always green, wet with
the tears of those, who are still alive.

Death longed for his garden.

Out through the windows drifted
a cold gray mist as Death departed..

'Thank you, thank you' the emperor said.

'Little bird from Heaven,
I know you of old.

I banished you once from my land...

and yet you have sung away
the evil faces from my bed...

and Death from my heart.
How can I repay you?'

'You have already rewarded me, '
said the nightingale.

'I brought tears to your eyes,
when first I sang for you.

To the heart of a singer, those are
more precious than any precious stone.

But sleep now, and grow fresh and strong
while I sing. '

He sang until the emperor fell
into a sound, refreshing sleep...

"a sweet and soothing slumber."

She used to read it to me
before I'd go to sleep.

- I think it's good that he did it.
- Me, too.

Christian?

I just wanted to say to you that I think
you really pulled through.

I'm really proud of you, and I know
Mum would have been proud, too.

You don't always
have to say something, Dad.

Surely we can talk about it together.

You don't have to do this for my sake.

- Are you ready?
- Coming.

- Good morning, Mohammed.
- Good morning, sir.

Ok, let's go.

Hello.

Hello, my darling.

Welcome.

Hi, Mum.

There's more room to spare here
and no one else is here.

Lots of peace and quiet.
I won't bother you.

There's an internet connection for you
and you get to choose your own room.

It's the smallest room.

It's fine.

- You don't have to decide right away.
- Do I get to choose or not?

Sure. I was just thinking that your own
desk and bed would hardly fit in here.

But you decide. You do.
You decide for yourself.

- It has a nice view, anyway.
- Yes.

You can handle it yourself? Alright.

- What's up, Rat Face?
- Morning, Rat Face.

- You've pumped up your tyres?
- Did you lose your underbite?

- Are you excited?
- Yes.

- We don't want you.
- Shall I follow you in?

- Of course not.
- You look like a fucking spazz-rat.

- Have a good day, OK?
- Sure. See you.

Crawl between our legs, man.
You're a rat. You look like a rat.

Shouldn't you be home eating cheese?

- Is something the matter?
- Poof.

- Say it, don't spray it.
- Fucking Swede.

Fucking mutant! Damn, you're ugly, man.

Fucking rat!

Please sit down
and try to remain quiet.

Sit down.

Whose is this?

Listen. This is Christian.
Be quiet. This is Christian.

Christian's lived
in many different countries.

- He just moved here from London.
- Does he speak Danish?

Of course he does, Trine.

Yes. Well... We have to put
your birthday in the calendar.

- Christian, when is your birthday?
- July 7th.

July 7th?
That's the same day as Elias's.

That's kind of funny.
That's a good laugh. Please be quiet.

Christian, why don't you
sit next to Elias, then?

Stop that.

Poor you.

We can talk more about London
during the free class discussion later.

That would be interesting. But take out
your copies of History Coming Alive.

Get them out.
I don't want to butt heads with you.

I can't deal with it right now.

Oh, no!

- Michelle, meet you at three o'clock?
- We'll come and get you.

Want to borrow a pump?

No, it doesn't matter anyway. They took
the valves as well. They always do.

I'll just walk home. It's OK.

Why don't you take some
from one of the other bikes?

I don't know.
Then he'll have to walk home.

So, then it's his turn today.

- Here.
- Thanks.

What are you doing?
Letting down someone else's tyres?

And who the fuck are you?

My name's Christian.

Christian?
What are you doing with Rat Face?

Rat Face?

Yes. Look at his teeth.
Can't you see he looks like a rat?

No, but then I don't go round
looking into people's mouths, do I?

You're supposed to catch it, Christian.

- You're walking home, right, Rat Face?
- I am.

- Are you OK?
- Yes.

I'm really sorry.

Can I help you get that washed off?

No, it's OK.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

I'm really sorry.

OK. This one was hard to pick, eh?
How many did you eat, you rascal?

Hi, honey.

- Did you have a good day?
- It was fine.

- Hey, look at me. Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- Honey? Are you sure?
- Yes.

You know what? If you're lying to me,
I'm going to eat you!

Me, too!

Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!

- Elias, I'm sorry.
- I hate you.

Aren't you asleep?

I wanted to finish this game.

Is that blood on your shirt?

Yes, but it's OK.
We were just playing football.

Did someone punch you?

No, we were just playing football.
It was an accident.

Why don't you come into the kitchen
and keep me company?

I need something to eat.
That would be really nice.

Sure. In a minute.

- Hi, Dad!
- Hi. Hi, sweetie.

It's so good to see you again.

It's good to see you, too.
I missed you. How are you doing?

- How was the trip?
- Long. But it went OK.

Hi.

Morten made you a present
in case you were hungry.

- Did you get a haircut?
- No.

It was very nice to hear
what you had to say, Elias.

Yes, it was. But now we'd like to talk
to your parents alone, if that's OK.

- OK.
- Good.

So what do you say?

Let's be fair, Marianne.
Elias keeps to himself a lot.

We have to acknowledge that.

His tyres are let down every day.
They call him Rat Face.

We're pretty sure Sofus isn't the one
letting down his tyres.

It may not be him personally.
He's got his own little mafia.

He makes the others do it,
but he's behind it.

Let's not give Sofus undue credit...

Other students
get their tyres deflated too.

Yes, there are.

But of course,
we're keeping a close eye on it.

To put it bluntly,
all this isn't easy for Elias.

You travel a lot, Anton.

It must be hard for Elias, having to
cope with his dad being away so often.

And add to this the problems
between the two of you, then...

What problems?

Your separation, Marianne.

Now you listen to me.

Butt out of our personal life!

It has nothing to do with this.
Don't.

I'm appalled to have to listen
to you talking about us in this way.

If this keeps up we'll have to
transfer Elias to another school,

and that's just not fair.

It's Sofus who's a little
sadistic psychopath!

Well... If we try to take a constructive
approach, what do you suggest?

Maybe you should try buying Mum
some flowers.

Or a box of chocolates.

- Damn, you're even uglier up close.
- Fuck off, man.

You're from Sweden.

You have to fucking kiss my shoes
if you want to get through.

What's up, loser?

You're disgusting.

What's up, Elias?
That thing yesterday, if anyone asks...

- I won't tell anyone.
- Nothing happened to him anyway.

No, no.

Just keep your mouth shut.

If you say anything, you're dead.
Don't tell anyone.

Don't ever touch me again.

- I won't do anything.
- Understand?

Don't lay a hand on me or anyone else.
I don't give a fuck if you die.

- Got it?
- I won't do anything.

Hide the knife. They'll kick you out.

We changed your medication.
It might make you a little confused.

What about food? Did you manage
to eat a little yesterday?

- I cleaned my plate.
- That's good.

- Roast pork. It was actually delicious.
- I can tell you're really confused.

Marianne? They've called twice now
from Elias's school.

- I think you need to call them.
- Did they say what it was about?

You forgot to turn on your mobile.

I don't even have it on me.
I'll be back in a minute.

You're lying, Elias.
Why are you lying to us?

I'm not lying.

Christian admitted
he was carrying a knife

and hit him over the head
with a bicycle pump.

- Why won't you admit it to us?
- I didn't see any knife.

I saw them hitting each other,
but there was no knife.

Listen. Elias just told us
that you had a knife.

I didn't have a knife.

Alright. Well, if everyone's lying,
then you have to tell me the truth.

He hit me. And then I hit him.

And you hit him with a bicycle pump?

I had to. He was much bigger than me.
I had no choice.

He would have beaten me to a pulp.

Elias, this is serious.
He could lose his sight in one eye.

That'll teach him to leave people alone.

- Hello.
- Hi, Marianne.

- Where's Elias?
- Come on in.

They're talking to the police right now.

The police? What happened?

It was an extremely vicious attack.
There might have been a knife involved.

- A knife? That can't be.
- That's what I said.

That doesn't sound like Christian.
They didn't find a knife.

What does this have to do with Elias?
Has Elias hit Sofus?

We don't know yet, Marianne.

Let the police talk to them
and then we'll find out what happened.

Is it true that Sofus has gone blind?

- Who says that?
- The police.

No. He'll have a headache and probably
a scar, too, but he'll be alright.

It could have been a lot worse,
though.

Why didn't you tell me he hit you?

Then we could have talked to him
and his parents.

Loads of people saw it.

That's not an answer.

If I hadn't hit him back everybody would
have thought they could hit me, too.

Just tell me if he had a knife.
I promise I won't tell anyone.

He didn't have a knife.
And stop asking me about it.

If you hit him, he'll hit you. Then you
hit him back, and it won't ever stop.

Can't you see? That's how wars start.

Not if you hit him hard enough
the first time.

You don't know shit about this, Dad.
It's the same at all schools.

Now, no one would dare
lay a finger on me.

I won't ask you any more questions
about the knife. Understand?

But I want you to know that you...
That you can tell me anything.

Do you understand?

- Yes?
- It's me.

Hi.

- Were you asleep?
- No.

What... What are you doing?

I'm at a disco with
Flemming "Bamse" Jørgensen, Anton.

What do you want?

I just want to talk.

I'm...

I'm bored without you.

- Did you talk to Elias?
- Of course.

I miss you.

Don't do that.

I said I was sorry. And I mean it
from the bottom of my heart.

I was actually proud of us.

I was.

I was proud that we were different
from all the other idiots

who just give up and get divorced.

I was proud that we loved each other.

And we still do.

But, Anton...

I've...

I've made so many damn mistakes.

I tried... I tried to explain to you
how I ended up being so utterly lost,

that I do these stupid things.
I've tried.

You...

You were so focused on her
every time you were home.

And... it still hurts.

All the things we shared.

And when you were here, it was just
a lie. It was just make-believe.

I love you.

I wish I could forgive you,
but I just can't keep up.

That's just the way it is.

- Goodnight.
- Wait, wait, wait. Don't hang up.

I think we should consider
this incident closed.

- You've all made very big mistakes.
- Yes.

- And you're equally to blame.
- Yes.

But at least you've learned
that nothing good comes from fighting.

Nothing good.

- It could have turned out a lot worse.
- Yes.

So I think Elias and Sofus
should shake hands.

- Sorry, Elias.
- Sorry.

Good. And Christian and Sofus.
Shake hands, please.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

And then we'll all see each other
on Monday as friends.

Are you looking forward
to our project week?

- The whole school is buzzing.
- We're very excited.

Which project are you in, Sofus?

I'm in the weapons group with Buster
and Gustav. We're making muskets.

Of course you are. How about you, Elias?
What are you doing?

I'm in Christian's group. We're building
a model of the Rundetaarn.

I look forward to seeing it.

Want to walk with me, Christian?

No.

Come on, Elias.

This is it.

Do you want it?

Thanks.

Great.

- Christian?
- Yes?

- I'm leaving now.
- OK.

I'll try to make the four o'clock flight
tomorrow. I'll call you.

- You can stay for dinner if you want.
- Thanks, but I should get home.

- How about this weekend?
- I'd like that.

Just go, Dad.

- I'll see you, then.
- See you.

- Take care, Elias.
- You, too.

- Where's he going?
- London.

Where's your mum?

She's dead.

My parents are getting a divorce.

- How did she die?
- She had cancer.

At first they thought she would
get better, but then she didn't.

She was cremated.

OK.

It's because it's a real mess,
that burial thing.

All the corpses rot
and it seeps into the ground water.

I want to be cremated when I die.
Don't you?

Maybe.
I haven't really thought about it.

- What are we doing here?
- Going up.

- Can we do that?
- Of course.

Don't worry. Come on.

Wow, this is crazy.

Yes.

I've often been up here
when I was here on holiday.

Where's your house?

- Where's my house?
- Yes.

I think it's over there somewhere.

OK.

It's a wickedly long way down.

- Like that, yeah.
- Like that.

We were on top of this silo
down by the docks.

- It was a very long way down.
- You can't go up there.

But Christian's up there every day.
You can see our house from there.

I know where it is. I'm telling you,
it's no place for a child to play.

It's really dangerous.
Promise me you won't go up there.

Don't "hmm" me. You have to
promise me not to go up there.

- Where's the pump?
- Here.

- Promise me.
- Yes.

- What are you promising me?
- That I won't go up there again.

Let's inflate this.

Yes.

- Alright, guys. Just put it down here.
- Can we have an ice cream?

Sure. Just put it down gently.
That's it.

I want to play on the swings.

Thank you. Bye.

- It was fun kayaking today.
- Yes, it was.

- Hey, stop it!
- Come on, boys.

Stop it!

What are you... Stop that!
What are you doing?

What are you fighting about?
What are you doing?

- He took my swing.
- Why did he do that?

- And he hit me for no reason.
- Why? Why did you hit him?

- I didn't hit him.
- Why are you fighting over a swing?

- What's going on, man?
- Well, they were fighting.

I was on the swing
and he came and bothered me.

- Did you pull him away from it?
- They're kids. They were fighting.

- Kids? Don't touch my son ever again.
- I didn't touch your son.

- You hear that, man? Get it?
- I didn't touch your son.

- Beat it!
- I didn't touch him.

Beat it! Get lost!

What the fuck's the matter with you?

Look at me when I'm talking to you.
What's wrong with you?

You always get into fights.

I can't take you to a playground
without you causing a fucking stir.

- Sorry, Dad.
- Don't say you're sorry.

You haven't done anything wrong, OK?

But does it hurt really bad?
Shouldn't we go to the hospital?

- No, we shouldn't.
- Well, I'm really, really sorry.

Shouldn't you call the police?

Christian's right.
You have to call the police.

- No, we're not going to do that.
- He hit you.

Let's go home. Get in the car.

You can eat your ice creams in the car.
Let's not talk about this any more.

Christian, I don't think
we should be up here.

Why not?

- What is it you want to do?
- Just be up here for a while.

I have to get home.

- There he is.
- Who?

The idiot who hit your dad.

Come on.

Write it down.

- Here he comes.
- I'll get the address off the internet.

- He's coming.
- What the fuck are you doing?

- Fuck!
- Run, for fuck's sake!

Hi, Dad.

Come over here, sweetie.

- Is everything alright?
- Sure.

- What are you doing here?
- I just came to give you this.

What is it?

I know where the guy
who hit you works.

- How do you know that?
- I just know. He works there.

Yeah, yeah, but how did you find out?

Christian and I saw him,
and it said that on the side of his car.

Have you been up on the silo again?

No, no. Or maybe Christian has.
He's up there every day.

- But you haven't been up there?
- I haven't been up there.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Aren't you going
to do something about this?

- What do you think I should do?
- You could go beat him up.

- Do you really mean that?
- Sure.

Are you afraid?

It's not about that, you know that.

You just don't go around hitting people.
No good can come of it.

What kind of world would it be
if people went around doing that?

He's the idiot, and if I hit him,
I'm just as big an idiot.

Or maybe I'll wind up in prison
and then you won't have a father

and then he wins anyway. Understand?

Maybe Mum would think it was nice
if you weren't such a wimp.

I promised Mum I'd be home
by nine o'clock. I should probably go.

Who's a wimp?

You are.

- Bye!
- Say hello to Mum for me.

Hello?

Hello.

- Hi, I'm looking for Lars.
- What?

- Does a Lars work here?
- Lars?

Lars.

Lars, Sweden's here.

Hi.

Do you recognise me?

My name's Anton.
We met at the playground.

You slapped me.

Remember?

Yeah, I remember.

What do you want?

- I want to know why you did it.
- I don't want you touching my kids.

I separated two children
who were fighting about a swing.

Alright. Good job. Do you know
what I think you should do?

I think you should stay away
from me and my son.

That way no one gets hurt.

Get it?

Would you like me to tell you
why you did it, Lars?

No, I don't think so.
I think you should shut up.

I think you should go back to Sweden
where you came from.

No one here understands
what you say anyway. Get it?

You did it because you could.
You hit me because you could.

- Exactly.
- Maybe you should shut it, Lars.

- Would you like me to hit you again?
- Stop it, Lars.

You're a fucking idiot
who gets a strange satisfaction

from believing
you have power over people.

- You don't.
- Stop it, Lars.

- It's OK, boys.
- What is it you want?

- What do I want?
- Yes, what do you want?

I think I'm here to show these children
that I'm not afraid of you.

And that you can't hurt me.

- OK, so you're not afraid of me?
- No.

And I can't hurt you? But that's exactly
what I can do. Right? Hurt you.

I think you should go home now.
You and your kids, go home now.

These children got scared
because you hit me.

Good.

They got so angry that they found out
where you work. Here we are now.

It's very, very clever of them
to be able to find out where I work.

Very well done.

You are such an idiot
that you can't even say you're sorry,

even when I'm here with the children.
You just keep on hitting me.

- What? What do you want?
- We're going home.

- You want some more?
- Dad, we're leaving now.

Go home to Sweden, you poof.

It doesn't... It doesn't hurt. OK?

- It's alright. Let's go.
- Yeah, fuck off.

- Thanks for letting us stop by.
- You're welcome.

It didn't hurt.
There's nothing to be afraid of.

That's all he could do.
He lost. He's a giant idiot.

- Do you understand?
- Understand what?

That he's an idiot
who's not worth our attention.

- He's a giant idiot.
- Exactly.

I don't think he felt that he lost.

- No, but he did.
- I don't think so.

- Let's go. We've been here now.
- Giant wanker arsehole.

Sure. Get in the car.

- He was a fucking giant wanker.
- Yeah, yeah.

- A giant wanker arsehole.
- Alright, that's enough.

- Giant wanker arsehole!
- Put on your seat belt.

Alright, alright! I'm telling you,
that's enough!

Should we let Morten try?

- Want to try it?
- Yeah!

Wait a minute. There. Here we go. There.

And... And...

Come on, Morten.

Like that.

- Perfect!
- Yeah!

No, you have to...
You have to let go at the same time.

Look at that.

There he is.

Just walking around.
Everybody's afraid of him.

No one dares do anything about it.

I'll find something
we can use for lattices.

Yes.

Come and have a look at this.

It must be something my granddad bought.

It's not legal to even store them here.

They could burn the whole place down.

They're just fireworks.

Do you know how much black powder
is in here?

Several kilos.

Enough to make a giant bomb.

- Is that possible?
- Sure. I can show it to you online.

He just kept hitting your dad.

Maybe your dad wasn't afraid,
but he just kept hitting him.

If we took revenge, it might teach him
not to behave like that.

- How loud will it be?
- Loud, I think.

- But won't somebody hear it?
- Not out here.

Take the bomb.

Want to light it?

You have to run very quickly.

- Why don't you do it?
- You don't want to?

- Remember, run straight away.
- Yes.

Fuck! That was just sick!

Imagine when we make one out of those
large pipes, how insane that'll be.

His car, right? It's going to be
blown to shreds.

- What car?
- That wanker Lars's.

- You want to blow up his car?
- Of course.

Someone will find out.
A car is really expensive.

Your dad would be happy if you did it.

I don't really think so.

It doesn't matter anyway.
No one's going to find out.

Are you in or out?

I don't know.

If you don't want to do this,
I'll have my knife back.

- Easy, easy.
- Stretcher! Stretcher!

Lift.

Keep on moving.
There's a pulse.

Move on! Up, up, up.

Prep the patient. Put down IV.

Antibiotics.

- Thank you. Patient asleep yet?
- Yes.

Let me take a look.

Swab. Thank you.

Swab. Hold that please.

Tell him she's alive.

We've done all we can.
Now we must wait and see.

- Thank you, doctor.
- Ask him what happened.

People came in cars.
His wife could not run fast.

The Big Man cut open two
other girls, who died.

We'll know tomorrow.

- What have you got there?
- Nothing.

Nothing? If it's nothing,
you won't mind if I take a look at it.

No!

Mum, you can't do that!

Elias, this is a knife.

Have you been lying
to me and to the police?

- Have you completely lost your mind?
- No.

- What the fuck is going on?
- Nothing.

Nothing?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry for barging in, but I want to talk
to you. Do you have a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

Christian.

What the hell were you thinking?
Stabbing someone with a knife?

Are you trying to ruin
your life completely? Look at me.

Look at me, Christian. Look at me.

Christian, you know I love you,
but this isn't easy for me either.

But we have to be able
to talk to each other.

Did you kiss her?

Did you kiss Elias's mum?

Why would you say something like that?

You want to, I can tell.
And she wants to, too.

You know what? You won't accomplish
anything by behaving like this.

- You said we should talk.
- Stop it. Right now.

And stop thinking
and saying such nonsense.

- It's not nonsense!
- It's complete nonsense.

- Is that why you're angry with me?
- I'm not angry with you.

You're just a big, fat liar!

Mum knew you were lying.
Everybody knows you're lying!

You know what, Christian?

If Mum could see you now,

she'd be really unhappy
to see how you turned out.

Why do you feel the need
to say such vicious, horrible things?

- What the fuck did I do to you?
- I don't care who you're kissing.

Just don't tell me
what's right and what's wrong.

You know what?
This is wrong. And it's illegal.

And you're never bringing a knife
to school again. Never.

Do you understand? Never!

You wanted her to die.

- No.
- Yes, you did!

You can't justify it by saying that
it was better for her to rest in peace

and all that crap you all say.

She didn't want to die, and you gave up.
And I don't like people who give up, OK?

Christian.

- Hi, Sofus.
- See you later.

- Have a nice day.
- Yes. See you. Bye.

I didn't tell anyone. My mum
found the knife and she flipped.

Don't you believe me?

Just leave me alone!
I don't want to talk to you.

And don't send me
any more text messages.

It hurts all the way into his hand.

I can imagine that. I'm gonna give
him some pills and it will get better.

Easy. Easy. Stay calm.

Are you doctor?

Yes, I am.

Can you fix my leg?

I want to keep it.

- I don't want you to cut if off.
- I can try.

You can't have any weapons in the camp.

- I decide that!
- No.

I decide.

Weapons and cars gotta be far
away from the camp.

It's Big Man. He's the one,
that cuts the pregnant women.

He's a monster.

Cars gotta go away. Cars and weapons
gotta go far way from the camp.

Otherwise I can't treat you,
and you might lose your leg.

Nurse...

Nurse?

Don't help Big Man. He's evil.

- Why do you want to help Big Man?
- Because I have to.

- He killed all my babies.
- I'm so sorry.

- He's evil.
- I have to go.

You are a strange man.

I think it's malaria.
I'm treating her for malaria.

She will be well in two, three days.

I thought we agreed upon
only two here at a time.

Take it easy, doctor.
See what they've brought me.

They leave now.

Still bad.
Why is it taking so long?

It's a bad infection.
It takes time. Okay?

I have to regain my strength.

You see Omar over there?
He wants to take my position.

- Are you my friend?
- No, I'm not.

But I'm doing my best to help you.

Everybody has killed here.

Men, women, children.

As long as I don't kill you,
we could be friends.

I can be a very powerful friend.

Answer me!

Bag.

- Bag.
- Anton.

Anton!

- She's gone.
- Bag.

She's gone.

- Anton.
- Bag.

- Check her pulse.
- Please, Anton, stop.

- She can make it.
- Look at me. She's gone.

She's gone.

Help me please.

Little pussy, big knife.

- What did you say?
- Little pussy, big knife.

Are you done with her?
Maybe Omar can have her.

Omar likes things, that don't move.

Now you go. Out.

Out, out! You leave! Leave!
Leave right now!

If you can stand up, you can go!
Go! Go!

You're not sick any more.
You leave! You go!

You go! You're not sick!
You leave the camp!

Doctor, I'm unarmed.
I've got enemies all over.

Not my responsibility.
You go now. You're not sick any more.

Elias.

- Hi.
- Hi, Dad.

Hi, sweetie. It's so good to see you.

Did we arrange
to talk to each other today?

- No, but I just wanted to talk to you.
- I...

We've been so busy today,
so I'm a bit confused. I didn't know

if we'd planned to talk today.

Christian, right?

His granddad died a long time ago.

He had some fireworks out in the barn,

and no one noticed them.

Dad, can you hear me?

I've got something really,
really, really important to tell you.

Christian built a bomb
and he's going to blow up a car.

Hello?

Dad?

I'm here.

I wonder if we should...

It's been so stressful here today,
Elias,

so could we talk tomorrow
at the same time instead?

Would that...

Are you OK?
You seem a lot weirder than usual.

It's OK. I'm fine. Everything's great.

Can I talk to you tomorrow instead?
I have to go now.

- OK?
- Yes. OK, Dad.

OK, kiddo. I love you. Kisses.

Come on.

I'm in.

I want to make that bomb.

Let's blow up that bastard's car.

I think you're right. He deserves it.

Come on. Class is starting.

What about the other cars next to it?

The ones right next to it
will take a bit of a battering.

A lot of windows will get broken.

And what if someone passes by?

- That won't happen.
- And how do you know?

Because we'll do it
early in the morning.

If we do it on Sunday while everyone
is asleep, nothing will happen.

But I have football practice then.

Not at seven o'clock in the morning.

- You're being a chicken again.
- No, I'm not.

You can't back out. We're doing this.

Yes. Yes, of course.

OK, hold the fuse.

Are you done playing computer games?

If I died,
would you still be living here?

Pardon? I don't want to fight with you.
Don't look at me like that.

You're not going to die.

- It could happen.
- No, it couldn't.

You never know.
Would you move back to London,

or would you stay here
at Grandmother's?

I'd be so miserable,
I wouldn't want to live anywhere.

Of course you would. You'd be living
somewhere even though I was gone.

Why won't you ever answer
any of my questions?

What do you want me to say?

As if you would be homeless if I died.
That's a lie, too.

- Why do you always lie?
- Listen, this is madness.

And stop accusing me of lying
all the time, because I don't lie.

I have never, ever lied to you.
I haven't. Look at me.

You said that Mum would get well again!
And you also said she wasn't in pain!

Don't you think I'm as upset
about these things as you are?

No, I honestly don't.
You wanted her to die.

I know you did. Why don't you
just admit it? You wanted her to die!

OK.

It's true. I wanted her to die.

In the end.

Because she wanted to.

I couldn't take it any more,
and neither could she.

She was screaming in pain every day,
and her brain was eaten up by cancer.

That was why. She asked me
so many times to help her do it.

I couldn't because I knew how sad
that would make you.

And if that's giving up, then,
you know what? I did it. I gave up.

But you know what? That's not the same
as wanting her to die. It's not, OK?

Christian.

Are you sure we should be doing this?

Yes.

You've made a bigger one.

Come on.

OK. We've got about a minute
before it blows.

We'll walk quietly
back to our bicycles.

OK.

Don't look back.

- No!
- What is it?

- Elias!
- Stop!

- Elias!
- Run! Get back! There's a bomb!

No!

Elias! Fuck! Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

Elias. Elias!

Elias!

What do you have for us?

- Elias, 12. He blew up a car.
- No!

- What happened to him?
- Elias!

His breathing is stable but his
circulatory system has been affected.

I need someone
to take care of the mother.

He has a large open wound
in his stomach.

Yes.

Yes. Are there any other injuries?

Stay here.

We have to wrap the abdomen
in tissues and examine him thoroughly.

Listen, Christian. There's no doubt
that what you've done is bad.

But if anyone else is involved,
then that's a whole other story.

And I have to make sure about that.
Do you understand?

- I did it all by myself.
- Together with Elias?

It was my idea.
He just did what I told him to.

I was the one in charge.

So you haven't been talking
to anyone online

or gotten any ideas from others?

No. I only visited the web pages
I told you about.

Listen. One of my colleagues
will come and talk to you,

and he'll ask you
about everything again.

What about your other son?
How is he?

He's at my mum's.
He doesn't know anything.

Actually, I'd like you to stay.

I'd like you to just... be here.

Of course.

Marianne, there's a boy out there named
Christian who wants to see Elias.

Is it OK if I send him in?

OK.

How is he?

Why aren't you at the police station?

I've been there.
My dad came and picked me up.

Where's your dad now?

I'd like to see Elias in private.

I don't want you here. Understand?

You've killed him,
you little psychopath!

You've killed him.

I have?

Just stay away, OK? Just stay away.

You've killed him because
you're such a spoiled little brat

who thinks he can control
other people's lives.

I don't want you here!

That's enough. Stop. Come on.

Marianne, we've got the results
of the CAT scan.

No brain haemorrhages. Minimal amounts
of free fluid on the pelvis,

most likely sequelae after the surgery.

And no suspicion of dislocation.

Thanks.

I don't have any further questions.
Thanks for your cooperation.

- What's going to happen to them now?
- I can't tell you exactly. I can't.

- Can they take him away from us?
- I don't think so.

There are extenuating circumstances
that should be taken into consideration.

They will probably call it
malicious damage,

then the social services
will take over.

Plus, your son did save
those people.

- I hope he gets better soon.
- Thank you.

Elias?

Good.

I'll remove this now.

Look who's here.

Hi.

- I'm sorry.
- Honey...

Don't be mad at Christian.

Later.

We'll talk about that later.

It was my fault.
It was me who wanted to do it.

I talked Christian into doing it.

We'll talk about it later.
You just rest now.

What the hell got into them?

I don't know.

He'll be alright.

- He'll be completely fine.
- Yes.

I'll drive you home
and then I'll go to the summer house.

I don't know what to do.

Eva said that
he was going to hate me.

Do you think he hates me?

She was so cruel towards the end.

She was... so very cruel.

Bitter.

I don't know what to do
to make it all alright again.

He's my little boy, isn't he?

Yes?

- Is this Marianne?
- Yes.

- Hi, Marianne, it's Claus.
- Claus?

Christian's dad. Sorry to call so late.
You were asleep. I can't find Christian.

I've looked everywhere.
I can't find him.

I thought he might have gone
to your place.

No, he's not here.

What was that about?

That was Christian's dad.
Christian's missing.

Missing?

It was me who called.

I went over to the shop over there.

I looked over there, but he's not there.

Christian!

Christian.

It's Elias's dad. Christian.

Step away from the edge.

Christian?

Step away from the edge, Christian.

Elias is going to be fine.

He's going to be alright.

Do you think I'd even be here
if Elias wasn't going to be fine?

Don't you think
I would be by his side?

He's going to be fine.

Trust me.

So I didn't kill him?

No.

I thought he was dead.

He's alive.

And he's going to be just fine.

I couldn't picture him.

I don't know if children look younger,
as well.

When they're dead?

Grown-ups look like little children
when they're dead.

My mum did, anyway.
She looked like a little girl.

As if she'd never grown-up.

As if she'd never been my mum.

I miss her so much.

Sometimes it's like there's a veil
between you and death.

And that veil is pulled away when you...

when you lose someone
near and dear to you.

And then you see death
ever so clearly for just a second.

And then the veil
falls back into place.

And then you move on.
And things get better.

You think so?

Christian?

It's Elias's mum. She's in the hallway
and she wants to talk to you.

Stop it! Stop!

It's not funny. Stop it!

Quit it!

- Morten, stop.
- Ten places.

That's enough.
Let's just take it easy now.

- Don't do that.
- Here.

- Hi, honey.
- Mum, Morten is annoying me.

Morten. Are you OK?

- He can't do anything about it. Look.
- Stop it!

Let's leave your brother alone.
We'll go to a café.

- I want a Coke.
- Yes. You can have a small Coke.

- I want a large one.
- Haven't you already had one?

Yes, but I want one more.

Doesn't it hurt?

No. They gave me these pills.

I told the police
exactly how it happened.

Me, too.

It's weird because I've slept for days,
but I'm still tired.

I want to apologise.

- There's no need for that.
- Yes, there is.

I was an idiot.

It's OK.

I'm looking forward
to you getting back to school.

Me, too.