De frigjorte

Yes, sir.

It's a million bucks, man.

Viggo!

He probably wants me

to play the lottery with him.

Do you want to play

the lottery with me?

No. Don't you think

there's enough swindling?

Well, now another one's

getting the sack.

Them and their white envelopes.

But they won't sack you, Viggo.

Take it easy, old boy.

Just go on as usual.

Why the hell are you so nervous?

Keep your head up.

They won't throw away gold.

They won't sack a man

who's been here for 25 years.

Take it easy, Viggo.

Damn it, here he comes.

You arse-licker, Viggo. Why are you

smiling at that greenhorn?

Do it yourself, then.

Goodbye.

That was close. But they need

someone to run their machines.

FISH OUT OF WATER

Haven't my dear husband

put his big, dirty feet -

on the Spanish pigskin we've payed

off on for twelve and a half years?

Even though I've told him to slip on

his slippers when he gets home.

That's why they're called slippers,

Viggo. You slip them on.

Slip on your slippers.

When you interrupted me...

I didn't say anything.

No, You don't say much anymore,

so that would be right.

I wanted to tell you about

some people who sit on poles.

On fishing poles in the water.

Isn't that stark raving mad?

They sit there for days to get

in the Guinness Book of Records.

They call themselves "pole sitters".

The record is 314 hours.

That's 14 days. Imagine

sitting on a pole for 14 days.

That's completely mad.

Just to get into Guinness.

The one who's sat there the longest

is an unemployed banker.

The skin on his arse

is probably calloused already.

You wouldn't do something like that,

would you?

I could just imagine you clinging to

a pole for a week. Viggo the polecat.

But you wouldn't set a record.

- Now now, Oda.

I was a shop steward in '75, when we

striked for six weeks, with a picket.

All of our demands were met.

That's a record.

Sure.

But it won't get into Guinness.

Why are you setting so many places?

- Well, this is for your son Claus.

This is for your daughter Lone.

Your son-in-law Lars is sitting here.

You're sitting here,

and I'm sitting there.

I was looking forward to a quiet

evening and changing Ole's water.

If you want quiet, you could

refrain from discussing politics.

You can change

that plaice's water later.

Don't call Ole a plaice.

It's an Aqua Vitalis Puras.

It's a very fine specimen.

- Sure, and so are you.

It's inhuman to keep it alone.

I feel sorry for it.

Buy one more for it to play with.

You know how I feel...

They won't sack a man who's been

there for 25 years. Take it easy.

- They won't sack you.

- You can't keep...

But I could quit myself.

Find something else. Goodbye.

They're not going to hand me

a white envelope.

They're not taking me

by surprise.

But there are no new orders.

We're producing goods for stock.

And we're not told anything...

Take it easy. They won't sack you.

There... Look at this.

What the hell is that?

- What's wrong?

You can't just hand people

white envelopes!

It's the telephone bill.

- Is that all?

Is that all? Just wait

till you see how big it is.

Claus talks for hours.

You have to talk to him.

I can't talk to Claus.

He talks to me like I'm an idiot.

Who the hell is he calling?

There they are.

Take it easy, Oda.

We're not expecting royalty.

Pull in your stomach.

This really old man, who was born

in 1892, wanted to go on a trip.

The trip was a gift

from his grandchildren.

But he doesn't have a passport,

so he writes to the police.

The passport police.

He writes to them to get a passport,

and they write back -

that he can just be entered

in his parents' passports.

They thought

he was one year old.

I was hoping to say hi to Claus.

- He's coming. He's just very busy.

Imagine a telephone with no cord.

It's just amazing.

Wouldn't you like one?

- What for?

Lars got it from his company

because he travels.

He expects a call from Stockholm.

- Well, it's only from Malm.

But it's cool, Viggo. You can bring

it everywhere. Even to the loo.

Then I could sit there and say:

"Hello, Viggo... Hansen speaking. "

"Hello. This is...

Could I talk to Mr... Jiggs?"

We're eating. You're not eating

anything, Lone. Have some gravy.

I'm trying to control my cholesterol.

I've planned my diet after a table.

You're getting so thin

that we can't see you.

Come on, a bit of mum's gravy

won't harm you. Nonsense.

Jensen Communication Group

Copenhagen, Lars Schrder, hello.

What? No.

Wrong number.

Hillbilly. Cholesterol.

You were pretty when you were

chubby. We're far apart now, Lone.

It would suit you to get pregnant.

Why don't they have any children?

I knocked up Oda,

before I knew her last name.

Then you came.

Hey, Viggo. Viggo?

I've thought about something.

It must be hard for you to watch

the socialist countries collapse.

You've fought for socialism, -

as you've said so often, for years.

And suddenly the carpet is pulled.

It must be hard.

Lone has said

you used to be a lot happier.

Well... I'm not responsible for

what's happened in the East.

You're not responsible

for what happens in the USA.

You promised not to talk politics.

- I didn't start!

I have to answer when the man asks.

- His name is Lars.

Aren't you a socialist anymore?

- Eat now. There's more food.

Just save a hamburger for Claus.

- I'll be a socialist forever.

I'm taking that hamburger.

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