Festen Page #3

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pack your own crap.

I've got f***ing news for you.

You're the one

who does the packing.

And every single time

you lose my shoes.

You're the one who made us

visit your sodding parents.

I spent a while at a cake shop.

Actually, I'm doing

the dessert tonight.

What does it mean?

An upward arrow? Up, up, up?

If you lie in the bath you can

sometimes see if there is anything.

The bath?

You want me to lie in the bath?

- Shall I lie down?

- And see if you can see anything.

A sign or an arrow.

A wave or a fish or a bird.

Kind of like getting warmer.

- It just won't do.

- I'm sorry.

- I'd just ironed this.

- I said I was sorry.

Shall we...

Shall we lie down for five minutes?

Aren't you going to the party?

We'll have to lie down

for five minutes, right?

There's a fish.

It means flat, which means down.

I'm not sure I understand this game.

Oh... how strange...

We always played it.

"Getting warmer".

Come on... sit down.

Check next to the other leg.

Oh, how sweet of her to have done

this... I can hardly bear it.

I'm practically

the only one still stuck here.

The rest of you go

gadding off to Paris and all...

- You can't sit here crying.

- I'm sorry.

- Have one of these.

- Just say if you want me to go.

- Didn't you want a bath?

- Oh, yes.

An arrow again.

And an arrow again.

Will you...

- Will I what?

- Undo me.

Look, I've still got a good ass.

Is a bath all it's going to get?

Up there, look...

- On the other side.

- Where?

Next to where the lamp is attached.

"Dear whoever finds this letter,

you are probably... "

Bloody hell!

It doesn't say anything.

Mette, damn it!

Did you put all this soap here?

How irritating!

- Michael...

- Why did you leave the soap here?

You're the one who used it, man.

- Bloody hell.

- Did you hurt yourself?

I certainly f***ing did.

There've always been

ghosts in this house.

It doesn't say anything.

I'll happily stay here.

Thanks for your help.

- You really took fright?

- Not at all.

A bit?... I'm sorry.

Thanks for your help.

- Why did you leave the soap there?

- I didn't, you did.

- I didn't.

- You're the one who used it.

- Where are my pants?

- I don't know. Over there?

You should take care of your things.

I'm not your baby-sitter.

- Shut up, man.

- Oh, for God's sake!

The f***ing thing's

fallen down now, man.

- We'd better put it up again.

- Like f***.

It's weird. You were always

the wild one, getting into fights.

Now it's your brother.

You can't even be bothered

to look at a pretty girl any more.

Maybe it's because

you think I'm too skinny.

Christian?

It can go in here.

They mustn't find it...

There.

Where have you gone,

lovely Christian?

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