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Or else I'll have an accident.

- You're driving the wrong way.

What do you know?

You've never been to Malta.

Neither have you.

- You're absolutely right.

And I'm never coming back.

Not if you're going.

This is all wrong, Sigrid!

We've been driving for an hour.

No, Sigrid,

you're going the wrong way.

Respect the fact that

I am trying to focus on this.

I can't respect it

when we're going the wrong way!

Why must I always save you all?

- Nobody asked you to.

For once stop

trying to control things.

Then you take over. Let's see

how that goes. I'm so sick of you.

I hate you!

- I hate you more!

Stop it!

Are you okay, Sigrid?

I'm sorry.

- No, I'm sorry, Ditte.

Don't you worry about it.

Let me see. Does it hurt?

I'm fine.

What a mess.

What do you think

your dad will make of all this?

I don't think he'll notice I'm gone.

- Yes, of course he will.

He's just sad because of

the divorce, but he'll cheer up.

Actually, a lot of children

have divorced parents.

Our mum and dad

have just divorced.

They didn't get a divorce.

Then why is he crying?

Because she's dead.

Didn't you say they got a divorce?

- You never asked.

I'm sorry about that.

What happened?

She got cancer.

It happened so fast.

Suddenly she was gone.

And do you know what was

the last thing I said to her?

What did you say to her?

"I hate you. "

I told her I hated her because she

never came to Parents Day in school.

And then I went to bed.

In the morning, Dad couldn't wake her

and I couldn't either.

We just sat there by her bed

hoping she was asleep.

But she wasn't. And we knew it.

In the end I had to call grandmother.

Dad just couldn't.

Come here, little darling.

Why do we say

such stupid things to each other?

Because you forget to think.

But it doesn't matter.

And your mum knows

that you didn't mean it.

She does?

- Yes, she does.

Yes, she does.

Of course someone'll find us.

Malta's not that big.

Is it totally dead?

- Yes, it is.

I think

they'll need to amputate my arm.

They can take my foot

while they're at it.

You're so sweet.

- This was under the seat.

Water?

- Yes, please.

What is it? Is it medicine?

Sort of, yes.

I think it's coke.

Yes, coke.

Hash, skunk...

...and coke.

Codeine, benzos and LSD.

Who are you?

- I lived in Berlin for three years.

What have we here?

Oh, my god, it's heroin.

It is. She's crazy.

But I guess that this...

...and this...

...and half of this...

...can relieve the shoulder.

And the foot?

- Also the foot.

Can I have one?

- No.

No and no, okay?

Yes.

- Good.

Is it true

we become stars when we die?

Yes.

- Yes, of course we do.

What else?

How old are you, Oliver?

- Ten years old.

Ten years...

That's just the perfect age.

Ten years. Ten years.

He said they were...

Oliver. Oliver.

Ditte. Sigrid.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

- No, I'm sorry.

Come on up.

- Don't touch my arm.

How did you find us, Mum?

- It was Oliver who called.

You've got a phone on you, Oliver?

- Why didn't you say so?

Because I didn't want to go home.

- I'm so sorry, honey.

I love you.

What happened, Sigrid?

We had an accident

and my shoulder is hurting like mad.

Let me see.

- I think it's dislocated.

Does it hurt when I pull here?

Let me have a look.

You're a sissy. Come on!

Sigrid.

- What?

There isn't room for three!

- I'm sorry.

Well, it's your own fault. You should

have thought about it sooner.

Come here, Sigrid.

No, come on.

Come on.

No.

I think

you should talk with him.

I don't know if I can afford it.

How much does he charge by the hour?

I paid him to flirt with you for one

night. All the rest was on the house.

Why should he do that?

- Because he likes you.

He's crazy about you, Mum.

It's true.

No, it's not true.

Why can't this...?

Because you're so lovely.

Hold this, please.

I think it's willy time.

Mum?

The bus is leaving.

I'm coming.

I just have to say goodbye.

So you're not

taking him back to Denmark?

No, he lives here.

He has all his stuff here.

Yeah, but still...

Dad and I once bought a really good

cheese when we were in France.

A cheese?

It tasted absolutely marvellous

when we were on the beach.

I don't think we'd ever

tasted such a good cheese.

But then we bought one to take home.

And in our kitchen back home, -

- it didn't taste like

anything at all.

Then it was suddenly just a cheese.

Maybe some things

become magical -

- when you add something yourself.

Men and cheese?

Yes, men and cheese.

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