The Commune

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- Hello. Are you Erik?

- Erik Mller.

- My condolences.

- No need for that.

- Anna Mller.

- Yes, I know you.

Shall we?

- Here we are again.

- It's been a long time, I gather.

- We haven't spoken since I was 22.

- I never got to meet him.

900,000 kroner is a good price, but

I'm sure you can get a million for it.

There are buyers looking in the area.

- A million?

- Yes.

- They got a new kitchen before he died.

- I can see that.

Your father would have preferred

to keep it in the family.

Well, he can forget about that.

For one million.

- I don't know your financial situation.

- Let's not go into that.

- Just set the ball in motion. Sell it.

- Very well.

- Right? One million.

- Yeah...

- You lose one another in a big house.

- Can you document that?

Sure, lots of studies show it.

The difference between

living together and not is -

- that you can feel, see

and hear each other.

Or perhaps living in a small place

makes you small-minded, Erik.

An architect should live in a big house.

I'm not that kind of architect.

Why do you keep saying that?

I'm a teacher, and you lose one another

in houses that are too big.

It's mad to spend so much on a house.

And it's just too big.

450 square metres is too big, period.

Freja... Come along.

Let's try something.

Coming?

Let's find the most distant spot.

Wow, it's a long way down.

Come, sit down.

Do we have to close the door?

Yes.

- We go first.

- As loud as possible.

- Ready?

- Yes.

No, wait.

- No, Mum. That's cheating.

- No.

Just a bit.

Okay.

I told you so.

We heard you loud and clear.

- It's a ridiculous game.

- Mum's right.

End of discussion.

Try to find me. Toodle-oo!

- Where did he go?

- Dad! Just because you lost!

- Erik?

- Where did he go?

- Did he agree to sleep here?

- Yes, but only for tonight.

- Wake me up when you're home, okay?

- Sure.

Kiss.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

Hi.

... after years of terror, hijackings,

murders and kidnappings.

This job ban or mind control entails -

- that suspected left-wing activists

are interrogated and investigated.

The news in brief: the trade unions

and the Social Democrats are at odds -

- and the trade union president is now

threatening to break off all ties.

Strandvejen.

My childhood stomping ground.

But we can't afford to be here.

We can't even afford

to say hi to anyone.

- Bye, sweetie.

- She's going to the independent school.

- Drop her off at the church.

- I know where to go, Mum.

- Anna Mller!

- Can I have your autograph?

- Scram.

- No, it's okay.

- Here's a pen.

- Thanks.

Oh, bend a bit

it's over soon.

Kiss the vase

you're the flower in.

We've only got one day

to live

then you will wither.

The marina. Look at this court.

Come on.

I spent many years here.

Remember Torben? He went pro.

I used to play with him.

- I did. Go get that ball.

- You and Torben?

Loop.

The sailing club is over there.

We had our old boat there.

If we lived here, you could go there

and play tennis and come here and sail.

- But we can't afford it.

- No...

Your hat is red

your scent is good.

I support your body

while I cool your foot.

We've only got one day

to live.

Soon it will be gone.

Take off my knickers.

Oh, kiss me softly.

It's over soon.

Kiss the vase

you were the flower in.

We've only got one day

to love

now it is gone.

Sun...

Sex...

...and then sun.

Anna, I've been over the numbers twice.

Don't step on the article.

Sorry, but will you?

- Thanks.

- I've been over the numbers twice.

570 kroner a month in heating alone

is too much.

We just can't afford to live here.

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