Memories of a Marriage

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Karl Aage.

Fix the tables, will you?

Sure you can handle this, Regitze?

Put the kitchen table next to

the garden table. Go on, hurry up.

WALTZING REGITZE

Helle Schou Kristiansen - IFT A/S

One, two... five here,

five there. That's right.

- But let's just set the table for 11.

- When we've invited 13? Silly.

- Do you think they're coming?

- Well, they haven't said otherwise.

They belong.

There goes that friendship.

A lifelong friendship.

Your old mate wants to see us.

For meatballs.

They have a free evening.

How nice.

- Why do we keep on seeing them?

- I won't end the friendship.

- Maybe we are growing apart...

- Maybe?

Look, they've always been a part

of things... now and then anyway.

Now and when? You always swell

with pride when they show up.

Your friend, the manufacturer,

in his fancy clothes...

He got further and further away

from you. From us... from himself.

I can't stand it any more.

One day I'll tell him what's what!

Excuse me.

You'll never get the hang of it.

Well, he hasn't had

much chance to, has he?

Right, one should've stuck

to the beers and the easy jobs.

You're a lucky man, Karl Aage.

Soon you'll retire to a carefree life.

I wish I could afford

to drop the whole thing.

- My men are too sure of themselves.

- Do you mean your employees?

My men whom I pay a fortune. But

not to do slovenly work and jabber.

- I won't tolerate it any more.

- No more Mr Nice Guy, eh?

- I'm going to reorganize.

- Fire the lazy, irresponsible men?

Reorganize, as I said. It happens

to be my company, Regitze.

After the reorganization you'll

hire more cooperative workers?

I don't know what I'll do.

It depends on the situation then.

Satisfied?

You're a bastard

and you always have been!

I've often wanted to tell you that.

And I think I speak for Karl Aage too.

Now please call a cab.

We're going home.

I'm very sorry, Ilse...

You provoked him into acting

much worse than he really is.

- I just told him my opinion.

- Do you always have to do that?

We've seen the last of them.

- Ilse!

- Hello.

Ilse, hello.

- I'm glad you could make it.

- Although I'm a bloody bastard?

Maybe not a bloody one. Come on,

we just have time for a drink.

It's turning into

a proper little country home.

It's a lovely garden. You've

really got yourself a nice place.

It's just great here.

You're a lucky man, Karl Aage.

But then I've always said that.

You must spend

most of your time out here?

- We do.

- And the rest of us never sit still.

What I wouldn't give to just sit

here with a cold beer. Right, Ilse?

This is Ilse and this is

my old friend Karl Aage. A drink?

- Don't you want to be alone?

- Rubbish, it's Saturday night!

- Anyway, Ilse brought a friend.

- Hi, it's Karl Aage, right?

Karl Aage!

Don't despair,

she's got plenty more, get it?

That's Vera and Vivi and Lis

and that's...

- Grete.

- Right. And this is Karl Aage.

A hell of a dancer

and a great guy.

You're supposed to look after her.

Go for it, she's not that bad.

- She's all right.

- Tell her she's smart. Be creative.

You're such a drag.

These two German soldiers were

discussing what to do after the war.

"I'm going to get pissed.

How about you," says one of them.

"I'm going to rent a car and drive

around in the great Vaterland."

"Great, but what are you going

to do in the afternoon?"

Borge's great fun to be around.

Hi.

Ilse's friend is ill. So you'll

have to cope on your own tonight.

Not that there's much doing here.

Let's dance, Ilse.

We can move on afterward.

- One orange soda.

- Do I have to bite a hole in it?

Remember when...

- Sir?

- An orange soda.

May I

May I have this dance?

Yes you may.

I'm Karl Aage.

I don't even know your name.

My name's Regitze.

An old-fashioned, dull name.

Regitze? I think it's pretty.

I mean it. It's a nice change

from all the usual names.

It suits you. Regitze...

Don't you like the sound of it?

Yes, when you say it

it sounds rather nice.

This is Annie and that's Rikard.

They're my very best friends.

Ilse and I are leaving.

Are you coming?

Of course you aren't.

I quite understand.

- Regitze, we'll take you home.

- Don't bother.

Karl Aage will take me.

- We're staying here this summer.

- Well, you have been everywhere.

Karl Aage hates traveling

and I could go alone...

Why don't you and I go

somewhere sometime?

Why don't we... sometime.

Here comes the next shift.

Nice to see you. This garden life

has put color into your cheeks.

We've been looking forward to this.

You too? How nice.

- Hello, Jonas.

- Thanks for the invitation.

- Even Borge and Ilse are here.

- Well, they belong, don't they?

Put on your glasses, Rikard.

Gangway, make room for John.

This was such a good idea.

Some party, eh? Wake up, Dad.

Wake up, Dad!

Come on, you two.

You're going to the baker's.

Party? Right, Mum wanted

to have a little get-together.

- What would you do without her?

- Right.

We're all here.

Let's sit down then.

Take a glass and a chair.

We didn't have time to fix that.

Listen up, everyone.

Karl Aage, you sit at the head

next to Gloria and Ilse.

Then Jonas and the kids.

John next to Ilse...

- and then Annie, Rikard, Vibeke

Borge and I at this end of the table.

Will you help with the drinks?

And, Vera, help me in the kitchen.

Right... let's have a toast.

Hello... Granddad?

We're waiting for you, Karl Aage.

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