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present a concept to the client,

analyse the product -

and prepare the style for

communicating with the consumer.

I'm doing fine. I'm in the middle of

a campaign for a new soft drink -

which we'll aim at those

with good taste. The young ones.

It's called "Elevator".

- Elevator?

It's great with whisky. And for

drinking with a glass of red wine.

But I'm looking for a slogan.

- That's all he talks about.

"Why take the stairs

when you can take the elevator?"

That's great.

Yes... We've chosen the name

after the feeling of being elevated.

Do you want me to heat the gravy?

- No.

Let's talk about something else

than campaigns.

It's interesting.

Waste of time.

- What do you mean?

Waste of time.

It's very simple. It's a scam.

Stop it now, dad.

You don't have to criticize people.

- I'm telling the truth, my girl.

Stop calling me "my girl".

I'm not your girl.

And the truth...

Do you tell the truth about

the lazy labour movement, too?

At university, I read a study...

It's Ulric.

- I'll get the door.

If we hadn't founded

the Danish labour movement, -

Denmark wouldn't

have won the EM in soccer.

The Danish labour movement

established popular sports... Hello.

Have you ever heard an employer

come in with a ball and say:

"Stop the machines, boys.

Let's go play. "

Soccer is one of the great merits

of the working class.

Rich people play soccer, too.

- We taught them!

You're far out, dad.

Yes. Drive safely.

I think we'll...

- No. I'll make some coffee.

That Swede hasn't called?

Wasn't that a bit far-fetched

about the soccer?

Yes, but...

I couldn't think of anything else.

If only I could tell her -

- that I'm really afraid of getting

the sack. But she gets so nervous.

If I just mention the kids.

"Oh, how will they get on?"

You're grumbling, Viggo.

You're as silent as the grave.

It makes me so nervous.

Is something wrong, honey?

No, no... no.

She could make

a bit more of herself.

She can buy something.

There's money in the drawer.

Oda, damn it. The female version

of a rusty Skoda.

Oda.

Are you sitting there?

You made me nervous, Viggo.

You're not smoking in the bedroom?

What a mess.

It stays in the curtains.

Go into the living room.

Why are you sitting there

smoking, Viggo?

Answer me

when I'm talking to you.

...come and hand people

white envelopes and...

Can't you just shut up

and leave me alone?

That's the limit.

Put out that smelly cigarette.

It's disgusting.

It's disgusting with that smoke in

the bedroom. What were you thinking?

You look like a bag of sh*t.

That's enough. That's bloody

well enough, you fat bastard!

I'm tired of your grumbling.

It's like being married to ten bags

of cement. I'll tell you something.

If you're so sick of it,

you can leave. It's just one word.

The door is there!

You mean bastard.

A bag... No, no, no.

You're not much of a man, Viggo.

Who do you think you are?

Yes, in your words.

But not in your pants, Viggo.

Put out that smelly cigarette!

But, Viggo, you've been crying.

I'm sorry about what I said.

I didn't mean it.

Did I put in five?

- Hey!

No thanks.

Take it easy.

We don't have anything to do.

No, that's just it.

They haven't sacked anyone for weeks.

Something's wrong here.

Completely wrong.

They won't sack us, man.

They won't throw away gold.

Who'd run our machines?

You talk like the rest

of the lazy Danes.

"Isn't this nice?"

And "What's for dinner?".

Cold p*ssy and cabbage.

- And "We'll win at the racetrack".

The trotting track.

- The trotting track!

Viggo, you're getting

bloody paranoid.

Nothing's going to happen.

Hello? Hello?

Stop the production.

Everyone to the canteen.

I've asked the Chairman

of the Board of the SP Group...

There'll be trouble.

That slimy bastard

won't bring us any good.

I'll give the floor

to the solicitor, Mr. Sindballe.

I've been assigned to tell you

that the factory is closing.

It's been evident to everyone

that things have been unacceptable, -

and everyone is free

to take other work from today.

Does that mean we're sacked?

I repeat. Everyone is free.

Free to take other work and...

Listen. I'm the shop steward

and on the Board.

I haven't heard anything.

I'm the Chairman of the Board

of the SP Group.

The decision was made centrally.

The Board was told -

and you, too... We're moving

part of the production to Portugal.

What the hell is going on?

I stand up in defiance

Come on, Viggo.

Cheer up. It's just bad luck.

- I don't know.

Not even a hint.

- I hadn't heard a thing.

We've been screwed.

300,000 unemployed. One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven. 300,007.

And they call that democracy?

- What's the union for?

Now there's time

to have fun the wife.

What's up with the labour movement?

- It's not moving.

A professional is always needed.

- This one is on me. Waiter?

I'm a Muslim. I don't drink.

- You'll have a natural beer, then.

There's no alcohol in

the ones with the elephant.

We ought to start something.

- A dancing school.

Those damned foreign workers.

They steal our work. My work.

No, you can get a job

in my cousin's kiosk, too.

Sure...

Well, Oda. My peach.

My wonderful, funny girl.

Don't get nervous, but your

dear husband has been sacked.

Thrown out.

His machine is quiet and rusting.

Dump Viggo in the container

with all of the others.

Up yours, Viggo.

They can close their crap.

They can go to hell

with their merger. Traitors.

Is that you, Viggo?

- Who did you think it was?

Pavarotti?

Should I heat up your dinner?

- No thanks. No.

You could have called.

Sure. How is the research coming?

Well. I've finally

received an answer -

about the fourth generation.

Peter Olufsen, and he was a priest.

A priest?

- Yes.

And his wife, that is your

great-great-grandfather's wife...

I love you, Oda.

What do I care?

Let the dead rest in peace.

All that old crap.

Her name was Srine, and she was

from a big family of farmers.

Really?

- Yes.

How interesting.

Where were you, Viggo?

- We had to celebrate something.

A birthday?

- No.

You've been drinking.

- You bet I've been drinking.

Iversen won the lottery?

Come on, Viggo.

I'm not working tomorrow.

- Do you have the day off?

You haven't been sacked?

No, Viggo, they can't sack you.

Everyone's been sacked. Sent home.

Free to take other work.

Free. Go to hell.

The factory is closing.

I'm just realizing it now.

Out. Thrown out.

The whole lot of us got

a great big kick in the arse.

They can't use me anymore, Oda.

It's over.

I've toiled and moiled for them.

- But, Viggo.

No.

I've slaved for those arseholes.

Viggo, you'll find

something else soon.

You will.

You'll find something else soon.

There...

Well... there's Claus.

He can't see his dad

blubbering like an old woman.

Hello, Claus.

- Hi, mum.

You have to be nice.

Your dad is upset.

What? You're kidding.

Congratulations.

I've often wondered how long

you'd stay at that treadmill.

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