Someone You Love

SOMEONE YOU LOVE

Thank you?

Living room

and piano there.

Kitchen there.

Your room here.

We have a great night

planned for you.

A lot of wonderful people will stop

by, among others a huge star:

Singer-songwriter Thomas Jacob

straight from his home in LA.

He'll sing for us.

You're rich, you're famous,

and you're clean again...

...and you're back here

to record new songs.

I'm here because my producer...

...wants to be in Denmark.

Her name is Molly Moe.

You can see her here.

And she's always with you

when you're recording.

I'd be helpless without her.

She creates order

in my chaos.

I can come up with 10,000 ideas

for songs and music...

...but I wouldn't be able to put

a single song together without her.

She's vital to me.

Molly.

I was thinking

Can you continue forever to write...

...songs of painful love without

all the booze, divorces and drugs?

We agreed to talk about music and not

drugs, alcohol and divorce and crap.

I'm sick of it.

I can be unpredictable that way.

So can I.

Okay.

I'll go sing now.

So we saw you on TV.

Noa thinks it's cool that you're his

grandad. And he plays the guitar, too.

You're recording a CD?

Yes.

We start tomorrow.

Did you come straight

from LA or...?

So you're a bit jet-lagged...?

A bit.

And no wife these days?

No, and I thank

the gods for that.

Well, you have Kate.

If you want Thomas to autograph

your CDs, you should go get them.

Noa...

I'll ask you right out. You can say no.

Can you lend me some money?

I bought a new apartment, and there's

just been tons of stuff to handle.

How much?

60,000 kroner.

Yes...

We'll write an IOU, uhm

Talk to Kate.

Give her your account number...

My boss says I'll be

made partner in 2-3 years.

Damn it...

Not again.

What is this...

What is this?

Mom!

Mom!

Wipe your cheek.

I have all your CDs.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay...

Write

"To Noa from Grandad. "

I just sign my name.

Why aren't you

staying in a hotel?

I like being alone.

How old were you when you learned

to play the guitar?

I started out on the piano.

With my dad. He played in church.

The organ.

Is he dead?

Not that I know of.

Lucky you, huh, Noa?

I think it's about time

I start preparing for tomorrow.

Don't forget to

thank Thomas.

Thank you.

Okay well, thank you, Thomas.

Thomas, hi!

Molly.

You look great.

You look like crap.

I can't wait!

How about mandolins?

I've had a thing about them lately.

It would sound awesome.

I think I'll leave it out.

You can't know that yet.

It's a duet...

Hi.

What are you doing here?

My mom's in the bathroom.

Hi. Sorry, but your Filipino said

it was okay to wait for you here.

We need to talk.

Close the door, please.

I should've called but...

No, no, stop.

Be quiet and listen to me.

You can't come and go as you wish.

Or tell me to close doors.

What What do you want?

More money?

Well?

My boss sent me home

on sick leave.

I have to go to rehab for 6 weeks

starting tomorrow morning.

Otherwise I'll be fired.

It's company policy.

Okay.

Good.

Noa gets up on his own in the morning,

and he does his homework.

Wait...

He doesn't have a dad and...

Hey!

I'm working in the studio.

But they'll fire me.

I'm working.

Okay. So what exactly

do you propose I do?

What can I do?

I'm working...

My mom's dead.

I have no one else.

Don't you have a

friend or something?

I'm working in the studio.

I'm recording. We're...

I can't.

No way.

F***.

Thanks.

No, no, wait!

You must have...

Thomas is in charge now.

Do as he says.

I'm just stressed, okay?

I'm going to a place to relax.

I love you so very,

very much.

It's okay, Mom.

Ear!

Eat, gorgeous boy!

Why don't you eat meat?

Meat is a disaster

for the human race.

It will be the end of us.

I like meat.

Normally my mom's not

that stressed out.

She just got promoted,

and we bought a big apartment.

And I got an iPhone.

She's not stressed.

She's on drugs.

Coke.

She smokes joints

and eats pills, too.

They'll keep her for 6 weeks,

and then she'll come home.

They keep her there?

They have to.

It makes you crazy.

You want to leave.

But you have to stay.

She's a good mom.

Yes just eat your meat.

Good night.

Please leave the lights on.

There.

And another thing...

I left my English books at home.

They're in one of the boxes.

We'll go get them tomorrow.

Okay?

Where do you sleep?

What?

Where do you sleep?

I sleep right down the hall.

Please leave it open.

It's the red buildings.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

Jesus.

Mom?

I'm fine.

Are you crying?

Hello?

Mom?

I can't hear you!

Mom?

I think she hung up.

When can I visit her?

She needs to be left alone.

Doesn't she want

me to come?

Can't you go do something?

Why don't you do something?

Why are you just standing here?

Why aren't you

playing your guitar?

- I don't feel like it.

- I'm trying to work here.

I don't feel like it.

My old man he

drank like a pig.

He danced or fought.

He was violent. He used to hit me.

Do you know what I did?

I listened to music.

I listened to Son House.

And it all went away.

Who's Son House?

It's...

Never mind.

He was a musician.

He was my negro god.

Fantastic.

He played poorly.

But it had something.

I play poorly, too.

Well, so did he. But that's not the

You don't understand.

That's not the point.

It should be...

Go play your guitar.

It's the only thing that...

It's out of tune.

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