De frigjorte Page #3
- Year:
- 1993
- 97 min
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Denmark wouldn't
have won the EM in soccer.
established popular sports... Hello.
Have you ever heard an employer
come in with a ball and say:
"Stop the machines, boys.
Let's go play. "
Soccer is one of the great merits
of the working class.
Rich people play soccer, too.
- We taught them!
You're far out, dad.
Yes. Drive safely.
I think we'll...
- No. I'll make some coffee.
That Swede hasn't called?
Wasn't that a bit far-fetched
about the soccer?
Yes, but...
I couldn't think of anything else.
If only I could tell her -
- that I'm really afraid of getting
the sack. But she gets so nervous.
If I just mention the kids.
"Oh, how will they get on?"
You're grumbling, Viggo.
You're as silent as the grave.
It makes me so nervous.
Is something wrong, honey?
No, no... no.
She could make
a bit more of herself.
She can buy something.
There's money in the drawer.
Oda, damn it. The female version
of a rusty Skoda.
Oda.
Are you sitting there?
You made me nervous, Viggo.
You're not smoking in the bedroom?
What a mess.
It stays in the curtains.
Go into the living room.
Why are you sitting there
smoking, Viggo?
Answer me
when I'm talking to you.
...come and hand people
white envelopes and...
Can't you just shut up
and leave me alone?
That's the limit.
Put out that smelly cigarette.
It's disgusting.
It's disgusting with that smoke in
the bedroom. What were you thinking?
You look like a bag of sh*t.
That's enough. That's bloody
well enough, you fat bastard!
I'm tired of your grumbling.
It's like being married to ten bags
of cement. I'll tell you something.
If you're so sick of it,
you can leave. It's just one word.
The door is there!
You mean bastard.
A bag... No, no, no.
You're not much of a man, Viggo.
Who do you think you are?
Yes, in your words.
But not in your pants, Viggo.
Put out that smelly cigarette!
But, Viggo, you've been crying.
I didn't mean it.
Did I put in five?
- Hey!
No thanks.
Take it easy.
We don't have anything to do.
No, that's just it.
They haven't sacked anyone for weeks.
Something's wrong here.
Completely wrong.
They won't sack us, man.
They won't throw away gold.
Who'd run our machines?
You talk like the rest
of the lazy Danes.
"Isn't this nice?"
And "What's for dinner?".
Cold p*ssy and cabbage.
- And "We'll win at the racetrack".
The trotting track.
- The trotting track!
Viggo, you're getting
bloody paranoid.
Nothing's going to happen.
Hello? Hello?
Stop the production.
Everyone to the canteen.
I've asked the Chairman
of the Board of the SP Group...
There'll be trouble.
That slimy bastard
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