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I've been sacked.

- Yes.

You can enjoy your freedom now.

- Claus, you promised to be nice.

Yes, but dad's slaved

for those idiots for years.

You've earned them millions.

They think nothing of you!

How often have you

come home all dead beat?

Thrown yourself on the couch

and moaned:
"Oh, my back".

When you gave your opinion

as a shop steward, they cut you down.

You were blubbering in the loo.

- That's nothing to do with this.

I've been thrown out.

Like an old rag.

Stop feeling so sorry for yourself.

Enjoy that you don't have to work.

Go on the dole.

- Shut up.

I love working.

I've worked since I was 14.

I hated school and my first set

of work clothes made me happy.

I made it dirty myself

to make it look used.

I love the sight of tools

and the smell of oil and iron.

Do you get that?

I love working, and those arseholes

have taken my work away.

And then they send some poofter.

He spoke to us as if we were kids.

But you know what?

I'll find something new.

Enjoy it? You enjoy it.

You just sit in a taxi instead of

finding a girlfriend and studying.

Maybe I have one, and I'll finish

my studies. But I'm doing it for you.

I've never wanted

to be an engineer.

You did. Because you couldn't

be one yourself. But I'll do it.

I would do a lot more for you

if you'd let me.

Let you?

- Yes.

As soon as you say a word,

Viggo comes and knows it all.

You talk about the labour movement.

You sound like a priest sometimes.

Viggo's great-great-grandfather

was a priest.

Come on in.

You have to be available.

But we'll call you

when something shows up.

The sleeves first.

Watch the creases, Viggo.

Watch the buttons, Viggo.

The back first.

But that's yours.

- Yes, it needs ironing, too.

You can finish

ironing your own one first.

I'll take it.

And I won't take

whatever comes along.

Viggo Hansen speaking.

Hello. Yes.

It's Lone.

...wanted to hear

how you're doing.

He's doing fine.

- Hi, mum. How are you?

She's fine.

Now I'm here to have fun with her.

Lars says hi.

He thinks you'll find work soon.

You're good...

- They'll probably call soon.

But he's not taking

whatever comes along.

How are you?

- She's fine.

The genealogical tree is growing,

but I can't discuss it on the phone.

She's afraid to be bugged.

- I have to go.

It was nice talking to you, dad.

- Say hi to Lars.

Yes, say hi to Lars.

- I've said that.

Take care.

- Take care, and say hi to Lars.

- Bye.

- Bye. Bye.

She's nice.

- It's great you talk so well.

Yes.

Hello.

Do you need a strong man?

- Do you know one?

It was regarding the notice.

We're looking for

someone younger. I'm sorry.

Claus!

He went mad, Mrs. Srensen,

and ended his days in a poorhouse.

Is that you, Viggo? And in 1880,

a brother emigrates to America.

He disappeared. They never

hear from him. Not a word.

I'm showing Mrs. Srensen

our genealogical tree.

Would you like some coffee?

Can you make time pass?

Sure.

I ride around the neighbourhood.

And spy on people.

- Viggo.

This is my family.

That's where he gets it.

It ends with my grandfather's

brother who never married.

He was probably a poof, too.

Then the family ends. You won't

become a grandfather, Viggo.

It's very interesting

to look back like that.

This is my grandfather.

He was at the railways.

But he hanged himself.

On the platform.

Great idea.

My grandmother kept to herself.

She was alone. Very lonely.

We all bloody well are.

Claus, damn it.

Why haven't you told me?

You could just have come to

your dad and said: "Listen, buddy. "

He's carried that around

all alone.

A genealogical table is interesting.

You get to know yourself.

Now you know our entire family.

Oda, damn it. If it isn't

one thing, it's the other.

You're thinking, and then...

You could have said hello.

Just out of common courtesy.

Mrs. Srensen may not be very bright,

but you could pretend -

that she exists.

"Hello, Mrs. Srensen. "

"How are you? Are you also

interested in genealogy?"

She looks like a fish.

It's Claus.

Is that you, Claus?

- Yes.

Hi.

Hi, dad.

- Hello.

Hi.

- Hello.

What are you reading?

- The fish book.

About the dwarf gourami. It's...

The male is

more brilliantly coloured...

The female is a bit shorter

and more coarsely built.

Great to see you're having fun.

Would you like some tea?

- No thanks. Coffee.

Just a minute.

Will you bring the tray, Viggo?

Hello, Mrs. Srensen.

How are you, Mrs. Srensen?

Don't you know me?

- No. Should I?

Well, I know you.

- Not if I don't know you.

We live in the same building.

- We do?

Yes. I live in number 17.

Just across from you.

I see you every morning

on your bicycle.

When did you become unemployed?

- Who says I'm unemployed?

You are, aren't you?

- Yes, and so what?

Otherwise

you wouldn't be sitting here.

What are you doing here?

It's closed.

Yes, I can see that.

Don't be holier-than-thou.

It's stealing.

- Stealing?

But they've stolen

25 years of my life.

So I thought

I might take a bit of iron.

I'm making a garden gate

for my brother-in-law.

I asked him how he wanted it.

"Just like in the movies. "

"Like in the movies?"

"Yes, they're always so nice. "

Now I've watched...

...well, 80 movies, right?

But I can't see

any garden gates. I can't.

So I'm just making one, right?

Because, I mean...

A garden gate is a garden gate.

I'm helping Oda

with the genealogy.

She's very caught up in it,

and it's actually quite interesting.

I am descended

from a family of priests.

From a family of priests?

Well, you're also very pale.

I've also had a nerve-racking

experience today. I...

Well, someone I know. He...

A man my age, right?

He's just found out that his son, -

that is, the one I know,

that his son is a homosexual.

Yes. And so what?

He's gay.

Didn't you say it was nerve-racking?

It doesn't matter what you are.

Yes, but it's not fun for a dad

to find out that his son...

If he's been around him

for 18 years...

- 22, then.

...and not found out,

it's because he's a bad dad.

And because he doesn't really

give a damn about his son.

Why do you disappear

when your son is here to say -

that he's moved away from home

and has brought a gift for his dad?

A gift?

- Yes.

At last it got a playmate,

so they may have some babies.

They're not the same race.

So what? Neither are we.

But... It's two males.

We need to have a very

serious talk about something.

Can't you get a gift without having

to talk about being unemployed?

Other people have problems, too.

- That's not it.

You're blubbering like a baby.

And what do you do, Viggo? Nothing.

Now now.

- Sure.

Haven't I been...

- One place. One single place.

And what were you told?

You were too old. You bet you're old!

You're not doing anything.

Didn't you say that we were going

to make gardens in the yard?

Yes!

- And what about that?

What are you doing?

- I'm digging.

No, no, no. It's not much.

Hello.

I'm sorry about the wait.

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