The Idiots Page #3

How do you say it in Danish?

A puppy? A little animal.

Maybe she stayed out of defiance.

I don't know.

It turned out that Karen

really needed us badly.

- Why do they do it?

- That's a bloody good question.

They're searching

for their inner idiot, Karen.

What's the idea of a society

that gets richer and richer

when it doesn't make anyone happier?

In the stone age, right?

All the idiots died.

It doesn't have to be

like that nowadays.

Being an idiot...

... is a luxury

but it is also a step forward.

Idiots are the people of the future.

If one can find the one idiot

that happens to be one's own idiot...

Miguel, right?

He is a happy idiot.

Because he is a happy man.

But there are people who really are ill.

It's sad for the people

who are not able like us.

How can... how can you justify

acting the idiots?

You can't.

I would just like to... understand.

- I mean...

- Understand what?

Why I'm here.

Why I am here.

Perhaps because

there is a little idiot in there...

... that wants to come out

and have some company.

Don't you think?

Got the sun lotion?

Did you bring it?

- No... you think it'll tan today?

- It always tans.

Thanks.

After the steps,

it's downhill all the way.

How's the wind?

That way!

Your style, Jeppe!

Yeah!

Stop! I'm not having it.

Look how far down it is.

- Now, Jeppe, now!

- Stop it, Miguel!

What did you feel for Jeppe?

Very nice.

Would you like to phone him?

- Now?

- Yes. Have you talked to him since?

- No.

- Would you like to?

I don't know,

I don't talk to any of the others.

From the group.

Why not?

Yes, they were a family.

I... Yes, they were, damn it.

I was on the outside.

But not emotionally.

Because I loved them all.

And they know it.

Maybe we just weren't so strong

together as we thought.

Stoffer, damn it.

Axel is smashing the shed windows.

Let him. Sheds are bourgeois crap.

Smashing windows is obviously

part of Axel's inner idiot.

There is also a man.

- What?

- A man.

Fine, Miguel.

- He says he is your uncle.

- Svend?

- That's what he said, yes.

- When did he arrive?

- Just now.

- Has he met anyone?

- Were they spassing?

- No, everyone's asleep.

Thank God. It's his damned house.

I thought it was yours?

Well, it is in a way.

I'm borrowing it till it's sold.

Hi, Svend.

These floors, right...

They were waxed every day.

Every day for fifty years.

- Every day, pal!

- Wow. bloody hell.

- Are they living here?

- Living? No...

- But they're asleep.

- I invited them.

To help shine the place up a bit.

They're qualified craftsmen.

How interesting...

that you know so many craftsmen.

What snobbery, uncle! Craftsmen's kids

attend the best schools now.

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