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Hi Lau, I just wanted to…

I'm very sorry if you misunderstood it here.

It's nothing to think about.

Just leave me alone, okay?

Soper.

There we have him, yes.

You have good taste in ice cream.

- Now she answered. - Yes, I asked you to drive on.

- She wants to come and watch us at the match. -So good!

That means I will score twice.

Is that her you showed us on the bus?

Yes, I showed you her.

Who asked you, Lau?

-What are you going to do? -I do not know.

It is clear that she becomes interested in me when she sees me play.

It wasn't just me.

Do you think I did it alone?

Why would I drink alone?

You have to trust me, Mom.

I'm not lying.

You always think the worst about me. It wasn't even my suggestion.

Just listen to me.

Okay, mom. Good bye!

Hallo?

Hallo!

I don't know what you heard, but...

Don't tell that to anyone.

In the by.

- I also get bored sometimes. - I'm not sorry.

It's just unfair that I'm the one getting in trouble.

Like I was the only one drinking. You did it too.

And.

Do you know who was gossiping?

It was Aksel, wasn't it?

I knew it.

He really struggles to keep his mouth shut.

Someone should teach him a lesson.

We will take a night walk later.

I have an idea.

Okay, Lau. Now the last challenge starts.

A bonfire is burning on the beach. You are hunters or gatherers.

The hunters must get down to the fire unseen as quickly as possible,

and the harvesters will try to stop them.

If a hunter gets to the fire unseen, he wins the whole thing.

You are a hunter.

Hello! Turn off the damn lantern. You expose us.

Damn, are you a hunter too?

Look at me. A damn chef's hat.

It's a kiss, Dennis. Get your act together, dammit.

I do not get it. Aren't the hunters supposed to hunt? And the harvesters...

- The gatherers gather people. - Won't it be the opposite?

- Just shut up! -Aren't you going to take us, Dennis?

Yes, but...

But not now.

Do you know what our plan is?

-Yes, but won't you join? - Yes, then.

- We just have to do something first. - Okay.

Just get started with what we have agreed.

I see someone!

Taken.

Okay. What now?

I actually don't know that.

Ok.

- Is it cold, isn't it? - Damn quiet.

-You little rat. Do you know this? -William! Come here.

Lau, will you help us wash the city boy?

-Let me go! - That's what happens when you keep quiet!

William, let him go!

- Stop if you don't want to join. -Exactly.

Do you know that, you fucking city boy?

What the hell are you doing?

Pardon. It was not on purpose.

Don't touch me, dammit!

What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you think you can push me? Little sweeper.

-Don't touch me, dammit. -William...

-No! You are a goddamn sweeper. -Come on, we'll stick.

I'm so fucking sick of you. You too. Sweepers.

- He pushed me, man. - He's an idiot.

Is it going well?

Thanks.

I have to put on something dry.

What?

Was it meant to be fun?

It was supposed to be

It would be a bit rough, I think.

Sorry.

Everything is fine between us.

Right?

I actually thought of something.

Are you ready?

And.

You are not afraid?

-Here. -Ok.

I count to three.

Well, that...

-Does it hurt? - A little.

Like that. You did well.

-Yes? How does it feel? -It hurts.

- Does it feel good too? - Yes, it's cool.

Yes! Damn, so cool!

Sometimes I forget how fucking disgusting you are.

Arrived, a delicious roll, toasted, with marmalade...

-Hello. -Hello. Oh, that looked good.

Do you want?

-Do you think you will win? -Winner? The trophy?

In the.

I'm not the kind of real man you should be here.

It looks good.

All right, guys. We will give out the walking prize.

You have all been put to the test these past few days. You can be proud.

- You have done very well. - But there can only be one winner.

He who has done best in the competition and is a real man.

The winner of this year's Man's Tour

and the title "A Real Man", is…

-William! - Yes, damn it!

-Congratulations! -Thanks.

Bravo!

- I'm going to pack. - Fine.

-Yes, have you finished packing? -Yes. Almost.

Come and sit down.

I did my best, Lau.

But William only did better.

To be honest

This trip doesn't mean much to me.

Oh, okay.

Can you keep a secret?

When your father won the competition, he had no control over anything.

All the other boys were a head taller than him.

They could climb and everything.

He always talked about how he was looking forward to taking you on the trip.

He knew very well that you... were different.

That you were...

Yes, not like the others.

He didn't care about that at all.

It didn't mean a damn to him.

Whatsoever.

I have to go and see if the bus has arrived.

You can finish packing, and we'll see you out there.

What the hell do you mean by "we"? It was me who won, sweeper.

What? We won it together.

Forget it. I won it.

- Then it was the trip home. -Yes.

Finally.

I think it was pretty cool.

- I've got a new friend. -Oh? Exciting.

-Who? -Shut up.

Hello, hello? This shit won't cooperate.

One two. Test. Yes! Then we drive on.

I really just want to say thank you.

And congratulations, William.

This will go down in history. Good job, William!

I won't say much more.

Or, maybe just that…

When I look at you now,

I don't see the same boys as when we left.

I see boys who have become men.

Maybe one of you got a trophy, but you're all winners.

It's just you.

-Listen, listen, Michael! -Yes!

Come on!

ONE OF THE BOYS

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