Kapgang Page #5

---

as yourself.

Can anybody tell us

how we rid ourselves of our sins?

- We ask God for forgiveness.

- Yes, Martin.

That is why at your confirmation

you confirm your faith in God.

God confirms you are his children -

- so you won't have

to carry your sins alone.

God helps you.

Hi.

Martin.

- Oh, you're not living offfast food?

- We like it.

I should have made you a steak,

but I can't now.

Need a hand?

Oh no.

Rolf is away on holiday, you see.

So I'm celebrating.

We pour vodka on... the sauna

and that kind of stuff.

You're too young, of course.

Bon apptit.

Say hi to your dad.

I want to talk to you, boys.

Your mom handled your upbringing.

I don't know the first thing about it.

So I thought...

You're big boys now.

Let's agree

that we're three adults now -

- and we'll look after ourselves

from now on, all three of us.

You're getting off easy.

You keep saying

you want to make your own decisions.

You don't even feed us properly!

But you love fast food.

Yes, and Jens...

It's time you took off those glasses.

That's for me to decide,

because I'm an adult now, right?

Yes.

- What if...

- Stop defending him, Martin.

- We could take turns in cooking.

- I can't cook, and neither can you.

- I have cooking class at school.

- No...

We could buy frozen dinners

and heat them.

I hear there are some

really good ones on the market.

Jens...

Dad...

What are you going to do with them?

I'm going to burn them

on the heap of stones.

I can't keep them.

You could give them

to the amateur theater at the inn.

No, then Frede the paramedic

and Mona the hairdresser-

- would goof around

in Mom's clothes.

Are you going to do it yourself?

I daren't ask Jens to.

I'll do it.

Then I'll buy you a beer

after your confirmation.

So, are you going out?

She owes me a kiss.

We could go to Pelli's.

Ever been there before?

Your mom just died.

I'm game.

- Okay, let's do it.

- Coming? It was your idea.

Let's go.

Hi, Jan.

Kim?

- Massage.

- Alright already.

Hi, Martin.

You've never been round here before.

Hi.

I was sorry to hear

about your mom's death. She...

- She was a very beautiful woman.

- Thanks.

You'd have liked some of that,

huh, Pelli?

No.

Anyway, she's dead.

- So, Jan, you want a massage?

- Don't spit.

- I'm not.

- You're drooling over Martin's mom.

- Creep!

- Don't, Jan.

- Sit your asses down.

- Yes, do.

There are lots of mags.

So you want a massage, Jan?

A little massage, huh, Jan?

Kinky, huh?

My mom saw your dad

at Mona the hairdresser's.

When he left,

Mona went around in panties.

He fixed her fridge.

- I heard my parents talking about it.

- Whispering like girls!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes