De frigjorte Page #6

You can't call a fish Curly.

- Yes, you can.

If you can call it Ole,

you can call it Curly.

You don't call a bald man Curly.

Baldy-head is more insulting.

Are they in a union?

Union? What the hell?

Which one would that be?

The hurdy-gurdy men's maybe?

What the hell,

are you ruining my lathe?

You can't use a lathe

as an anvil, you idiot.

Don't call my men idiots.

Your men? What's with

the employer attitude?

If anybody talked to us like that,

we'd have stopped working.

Jesus Christ. He's beating...

Then come run your own machine.

I'm not working with non-union

workers. What do they get an hour?

Fifty.

- Fifty kroner?

You can't be serious!

- It's black money.

Show them how to use a lathe.

- Should I make bottle openers?

I want a proper job!

- You're not getting any work.

Nobody needs an old idiot like you.

Nobody needs us.

Why do you think I'm doing this?

To keep going!

You'll never be

behind a lathe again, Viggo. Never!

Never!

Here you are. I'm sorry, Karen.

Karen. No, open the door, Karen.

Karen, I have to talk to you.

Karen, damn it!

Hey.

Go home, Viggo.

- I have to talk to you.

Piss off.

- You're drunk.

Let me pass, you big brute.

- Piss off.

Mind my bush, Viggo!

Now now.

Piss off.

What? I said piss off.

Viggo, I'm calling a cab.

Never!

It must be his grandfather.

Hey, you have to pay.

Look at this. He has a daughter

called Kirstine Olsdatter.

Yes, indeed.

Viggo?

Viggo, what's wrong?

Viggo?

- What are you looking at?

Piss off! What do I care?

- What's happened, Viggo?

Do you want to be free?

- Don't do it!

Don't do it!

- Go away! Go away!

Go away, go away, go away!

Move, you cow!

No! Oh no.

Goodnight, Ole!

There's no way back! Go away!

- Viggo!

It doesn't matter!

- Viggo, don't do it!

Viggo.

But little Viggo. Viggo.

Just take it easy.

I'm here with you.

Do you recognize me?

I've brought apples and oranges.

Tell me if you need anything.

Was your childhood traumatic?

It will often build up

into a frustration -

which appears

in middle-aged men.

We don't force people here.

We have a number of offers, -

and then it's up to the patient

to accept these offers.

How did you feel when you found out

that you were in a psychiatric ward?

Simon. Simon.

A new patient

will often feel that...

Simon, leave the gentleman alone.

Was your childhood traumatic?

It manifests itself -

as frustrations

in middle-aged men.

Everything is voluntary here.

We have a number of offers -

the patients can choose from.

There's no coercion.

We've never had

any big problems, -

- and Viggo's always looked after

his job and his family.

But after

he became unemployed...

When did you notice that he began

acting strangely, abnormal?

That was the day when Claus...

Our son is called Claus.

...was moving away from home.

Viggo was standing in the hall -

looking at himself in the mirror,

and then he yelled at himself.

He yelled at himself, and then

he left and slammed the door.

What did he yell?

- "How are you, Mrs. Srensen?"

How does he feel about Claus?

- Claus isn't what Viggo would like.

He... Well, Claus, he...

He's not interested in women.

When did you find out?

- I've always known.

A mum knows those things.

And your husband?

- Viggo has had some...

My husband has had

an affair for a while. I think.

Well, we haven't discussed it.

And I have...

A woman wants

to feel beautiful and...

...and to be held and...

So I... It was at a party

in an allotment garden last year.

Viggo was drunk

and had fallen asleep. So...

I was with another man.

Iversen. With the prick.

I've been looking forward

to telling you something.

I'm pregnant.

You know what? If it's a boy,

we're going to call him Viggo.

What does Lars think about that?

- It was his idea.

What are you good at, Viggo?

- Lathing.

You can't do that here.

But you can paint a picture.

I haven't painted

since I was a boy.

What did you paint?

- Animals.

Paint a fish, then.

- No, not a fish.

A horse?

Do you have a fag?

She says

you're good at painting.

Did you paint those?

Yes.

May I say hello to a colleague?

Carlsen, painter.

Viggo. But...

- No but.

I can tell when something's art.

Art?

- Not just art. Great art.

Viggo, do you have a fag?

- Yes.

You can almost hear the horse

pounding the ground.

The neighing mixed with the whistling

of the wind. A powerful experience.

Like Villy van Gogh.

In his youth. Look...

Sorry, my throat is a bit dry.

I have a beer. Would you like one?

- Yes, please.

Do you always paint dogs?

All great artists

are misunderstood.

The fact that you can paint

in this madhouse proves your talent.

I can't paint a single stroke

among these fruitcakes.

Viggo, we'll join forces.

I know a lot of art collectors.

We can make a lot of money.

We just need some initial capital.

Well, I have some.

- That's brilliant.

Yes.

- Give us a fag, Viggo.

Listen up.

You need to come out of your shell.

Like a butterfly.

When they see your pictures,

the real values...

That's my wife.

Not a word to anyone.

You have to meet some of my friends.

They know about art.

Shouldn't we say goodbye

to the doctor?

Hey, Viggo. He's the one

who called your horses dogs.

No. People like him don't deserve

the handshake of an artist like you.

Hurry up.

I'll wait outside. I'm thirsty.

Hello.

We need materials, Viggo.

Canvasses, brushes...

For about 3,000 kroner.

- Let's go to my place.

Your wife doesn't like me.

- But...

Women don't know about art.

- I'll get them, then.

Belgian linen.

French brushes and Dutch paints.

Yes.

- Yes.

Or like Johannes V. Svendsen wrote:

"I, I am the savage

in the Danish coat-of-arms.

Look. I am the one

standing there with the beard. "

Viggo? You're the savage.

I'll be back in 15 minutes.

I think you've been screwed.

Who's cheating who, Viggo?

You've cheated yourself, man.

Bleep bloop,

everything is good.

Wake up. You've been sitting around

staring at a fish tank for years.

While somebody carried it all away.

Stole it all from us.

Took our work.

Told us there's a crisis.

That man is doomed for loneliness,

and money's only for the rich.

Come out like a butterfly.

I'll bloody well -

- try my pinions again.

With or without machines.

But not without Oda.

I've been so blind.

Oda, my peach.

Your husband's touched bottom.

But, Oda...

But, Viggo.

Why are you hiding?

Come on out, Viggo.

I'm not coming to get you.

I've done what I can.

If you want more,

you have to come.

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