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THE CELEBRATION:

Christian speaking.

...Hi, I'm here now.

I landed this morning.

What?

Er... Washed? I shaved at

the airport if you must know.

I shaved at the airport

if you must know!

I'm fine... right now

I'm looking across the fields.

At the land of my father.

It's beautiful.

It makes me want to move back for

good, but that'd be problematic.

I'll make it.

Yes, I suppose

it will be... shocking.

What?

... You're dropping out.

OK. 'Bye.

Bloody hell,

that's my brother.

My big brother!

Why the hell didn't you say?

As if I saw him!

I mean, really!

I have to do

everything myself.

Hell, Christian!

What's this?

Hey, man, see him, Kasper?

He's walked all the way from Paris.

Only from the station.

- Hi, all!

- Wow, man!

Now you've had it.

Giddyap! I'll fuck you, damn it!

- Fucking hell!

- You're very frisky.

It's been bloody ages.

It bloody has.

How's tricks?

I'll give you a lift.

Hop out, kids.

- I'm giving Christian a lift.

- There's plenty of room.

Come on, Mette.

- Sit in the front.

- I can walk.

- No, I want a chat.

- You want us to walk all the way?

- What's up, man?

- All the way!

He's my brother, for fuck's sake.

Give me a break, will you?

Oh, shut up!

Chill out!

- Do you think dad's back yet?

- Not yet.

Hello?

- Hello, what's your name?

- Lars.

Lars... OK, Mads, listen up.

I have a little problem with

new staff, but OK, now you know.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Who do you think we are?

This is Christian, my brother.

He has two restaurants in Paris.

And I've got a... cafeteria -

- in the docklands.

- Oh, OK.

We grew up here,

so we know how to treat customers.

A really good receptionist keeps

an eye on who's who, right?

And you give us rooms 9 and 19.

I'm afraid you're not on the list.

- What?

- Michael Klingenfeldt.

Your father has told me

that Michael is not invited.

- OK Mads, listen up...

- Lars, OK?

Yes, Lars, it went a bit amok

last year, I got a bit pissed.

When I drink,

things go a bit crazy.

A couple of schnapps

over the top and I freak.

Hey, I've brought

the bloody wife and kids...

Michelle is here, too, so...

I wouldn't know anything about that.

- Is there a room or not?

- Not.

- Let me talk to my father.

- He's out hunting.

Sort it out yourself, then.

That's your job, right?

Lars, just find a room.

I'll talk to dad.

Hey... just give us

one of the small rooms.

They're never used.

3 and 1.

Give us one of those.

- You don't want a key?

- Oh, yes.

I must be on the list.

... Has our sister come?

Do get a move on...

It's daddy's birthday, his sixtieth.

All the people

up ahead are my family.

I have to be there to welcome them.

Nadim, wasn't it?

- Nadim, yes.

- OK, Nadim.

If you go a bit faster

I'll give you my phone number.

Hi, baby! Hi! Are you ready?

They're nearly here.

- You haven't been drinking, right?

- Not today.

Wasn't it a fantastic funeral?

- I'm ready.

- What are you doing here?

What?

Well, you missed

your sister's funeral.

Don't poke your nose in.

I'm poking it into

what you don't do.

You don't go to her funeral.

You don't phone me on my birthday.

You don't show an interest.

Now she's starting, too.

I'm going home.

- Have a nice day.

- Want my bike?

- I won't have it.

- Be quiet. This is old hat.

- Yes, be quiet.

- Spoken just like Christian.

Stop that!

Come on!

- Be quiet.

- Listen to clever Christian.

Stop it!

Be quiet!

Toot again.

So they can hear it.

That's his wife.

One of the son's.

That's Mette.

And the three little piggies.

... How are you?

You kids put a sock in it.

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