Room 205

ROOM 205

- Coming, Katrine?

- Yeah.

- You'd think I was moving in.

- Nobody asked for your help.

Sure you want to stay here?

Lots of kids commute

to and from school.

Christ! Watch where you're going.

Sorry.

- She could at least help tidy up.

- Dad!

- Dad, I didn't want the shelf there.

- Too late.

- Or do it yourself.

- Fine, I will!

What about the lamp?

It was your mom's, Katrine.

Dad... don't.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm looking for my cupboard.

- Rolf hasn't cleaned it out yet.

And Rolf has really short legs

and walks really slowly.

So he's like a midget or what?

- Hiya, Rolf. Speak of the devil..!

- That's just great, Lukas.

Hands off my cereal, you hear?

- Hey, Rolf. Stay for dinner.

- Yeah, Rolf, come on.

Sure took him long enough, didn't it?

You must be the new Rolf.

- Sanne!

- No, I'm Katrine.

Well, I was just...

- Thanks.

- No problem.

Nice meeting you all.

- Am I interrupting anything?

- No...

If you can't afford a new one,

just say so.

It was my mom's, so...

Do you live here or?

Yes. I'm Lukas.

And you're Katrine.

Sorry about before,

but Rolf's pretty weird -

- and now he's moving,

so... problem solved.

- Otherwise you wouldn't have...

- No, we're really nice.

Sanne's a b*tch,

but she can't help it.

The party committee is

making party posters for Saturday.

If you feel like giving a hand,

it would be great.

Well, I'm a bit busy, so...

If you change your mind...

Sure you can.

It's not my fault you can't read.

Hi there.

Here you go.

- What are you studying?

- English.

I haven't started yet because it was

too far away until I got this room.

You'd better slow down, because

Lena's a marketing student, get it?

- What's that for?

- All the dorms are having a party.

We want ours to kick ass.

The others aren't doing sh*t.

The others aren't allowed

to be on the party committee.

Show us your best.

Don't worry. If you f*** up, Sanne

will torment you until you move out.

If people move out,

it's their own damn business.

Can you make a bar poster?

- Sh*t. Not bad.

- Not much to do in rslev at night.

- I'd rather die than live there.

- You wouldn't last long anyway.

Long way to a pedicure there.

Damn straight. Not my kind of place.

Cheers and welcome, Katrine.

Let's put one up here.

Come on, love.

Lukas and Sanne used to go out

a long, long time ago.

Lukas has got the mental capacity

of a 15-year-old.

Come on.

This is a f***ing great place

to stay.

- I can find my own way home.

- Of course, but...

You never know who you might

bump into. The place is haunted.

- Haunted?

- You didn't know?

Sanne's room, room 205. Or did you

think she was born strange?

What happened?

a girl suffered a mysterious death.

- Yeah right!

- It's true.

Lena's mom knew someone here.

I think she was electrocuted.

- F***ed up!

- So what does this ghost want?

Turn off the power.

- Don't worry. I'll protect you.

- Gee, thanks.

Hi.

Katrine...

Hello.

Hi.

Hi. I just stopped by to see

if you had any clothes for the party.

It's not Halloween.

It's not mine.

I brought it by a mistake.

We'd better

change that ringtone, huh?

It's my dad. It's Mom's birthday.

Congrats to her.

Hey, this might work.

I knew you'd have something.

Got anything to go with it?

I think you need help.

Let's go to my room.

I'm glad Rolf is out of here.

He was driving me up the wall.

- I think he moved to the projects.

- With all the other losers.

You look like a Christmas tree.

Less is more.

You'd better button it up.

You can see everything.

Since when did you hide anything?

- What did Rolf do?

- Do? Did he do anything?

He's just nerdy.

Says the weirdest things.

Was his vocabulary too hard

for your IQ of 48?

No...

You're either in or out.

Rolf was out.

Sanne once tried to get Lukas

to beat up Rolf.

- What did Lukas do again?

- Nothing.

- Yes, he...

- Enough!

Why don't you just f*** him

and get it over with?

- It's not right.

- Don't hold back on my account.

- It's Katrine's mom's birthday.

- Congrats.

How old is she?

She's dead.

Can I use your bathroom?

- Are you tearing the place apart?

- Sorry, I didn't mean to.

It's okay.

- Did you cut yourself?

- No, I'm fiine.

Look, I know it must be tough.

Well, it happened a long time ago.

Don't worry about it.

It came with the room.

I'd better... go study.

Dad, it's Katrine. You called?

Look, it isn't...

Can't you go alone?

No, there's no need to...

drive all the way here. Please don't.

- Are you okay?

- I'm tired, that's all.

Okay.

- I'll call you later.

- Take care. Bye.

Bye.

Hi.

Think I can wash this with the darks?

Depends on whether any

of the dark clothes are new.

- You don't want the color to run.

- Right.

Look, I'd wash it separately.

The whites and the darks.

I'd rather you didn't tell anyone.

It's embarrassing I don't know how.

Lots of people don't.

- I promise not to tell.

- See you at the party tonight.

Hi.

Wow! I'm impressed.

All set?

It's time the party committee

turned up fashionably late.

Hi, girls.

- Want some, Katrine?

- No thanks.

- Lena's just a weekend junkie.

- Better that than full-time.

Time to hit the bottle!

- Come on, Lena.

- Okay.

Time to hit the bottle.

I don't usually get nosebleeds.

You usually do coke?

It's not that bad.

I don't know, l...

I don't want to upset Sanne.

You won't.

It's over between us.

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