Kapgang Page #3

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What if she isn't dead?

- Martin!

- Maybe she isn't dead!

She isn't dead!

Let go!

- She isn't dead!

- Come here, Martin.

Maybe she isn't dead!

Let go of me!

Let go of me! I mean it!

She isn't dead!

She isn't dead!

Come here.

- Let go of me, Christian!

- Martin, your mom is dead.

No, she isn't!

Maja stergaard.

Ashes to ashes...

- She isn't dead!

- Martin!

Let go of me!

Let go!

Excuse me.

- There now.

- Breathe, Martin.

I've got him.

Easy now.

Martin.

How about a cup of tea?

- We haven't got time for that.

- Dear Martin, take it easy.

We'll join the others soon,

but I want you to settle down first.

- Or don't you drink tea?

- Yes, at Kristine's.

Come here.

At our house

I'm the only tea drinker.

Jrn wants his coffee.

And I think I'm the only tea drinker

at the department store.

So, Kristine...

Is that a girl you like?

Martin.

Martin, wait.

Thank you all for coming...

Good, Martin.

Come and sit down.

Okay, buddy.

Thanks, Christian.

And now I'd like -

- for us all to sing

Maja's favorite song.

Suddenly I don't remember

the name of the song.

Why don't I remember it?

She thought it was

such a beautiful song.

- Lizzie, help me out.

- Dear Hans, it's...

Hell, you don't know either!

I don't remember either now.

I'm really sorry.

- Don't be upset that you forgot.

- Thanks, Mona.

It's right on the tip of my tongue.

Martin, do you remember?

Silent heart

sun is setting

Sun sets o'er the moor

Animals go home

from the fields

The stork stands

in the nest

Silent

silent heart

Sun is setting

Silence o'er the moor path

And along

the winding roads

A belated humblebee

Buzzing all alone

Silent

silent heart

- Hans has got such a lovely voice.

- And you've got a lovely butt.

Damn!

Rolf... get a grip.

You're gorgeous, Anne- Marie. You

deserve me, not that wuss of yours.

Stop it, Rolf Blix.

This is Maja's funeral.

- Shame on you.

- You hot little...

Rolf, go home.

You're too drunk to be here.

Those who are out of line

have to go home.

Take it easy, Martin.

I'm just having fun with Anne- Marie.

Go!

Get out!

- Dad, help me, please.

- Martin...

Sure.

Martin is right.

This is no way to behave at their

mother's and my wife's funeral.

- Keep your paws off my wife.

- Now you man up.

I could get your wife pregnant four

times before you could spell cuckold.

- Come on then!

- I won't stand for this!

Alright, alright!

I'm going.

Let go!

You saw how Hans didn't shed a tear.

He already found someone else,

and I know who.

- Did you see her?

- Magda!

Why bury Maja here?

He already forgot her.

- There's no one else. He has cried.

- You see?

You're too young to understand.

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