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THE CELEBRATION:

Christian speaking.

...Hi, I'm here now.

I landed this morning.

What?

Er... Washed? I shaved at

the airport if you must know.

I shaved at the airport

if you must know!

I'm fine... right now

I'm looking across the fields.

At the land of my father.

It's beautiful.

It makes me want to move back for

good, but that'd be problematic.

I'll make it.

Yes, I suppose

it will be... shocking.

What?

... You're dropping out.

OK. 'Bye.

Bloody hell,

that's my brother.

My big brother!

Why the hell didn't you say?

As if I saw him!

I mean, really!

I have to do

everything myself.

Hell, Christian!

What's this?

Hey, man, see him, Kasper?

He's walked all the way from Paris.

Only from the station.

- Hi, all!

- Wow, man!

Now you've had it.

Giddyap! I'll f*** you, damn it!

- F***ing hell!

- You're very frisky.

It's been bloody ages.

It bloody has.

How's tricks?

I'll give you a lift.

Hop out, kids.

- I'm giving Christian a lift.

- There's plenty of room.

Come on, Mette.

- Sit in the front.

- I can walk.

- No, I want a chat.

- You want us to walk all the way?

- What's up, man?

- All the way!

He's my brother, for f***'s sake.

Give me a break, will you?

Oh, shut up!

Chill out!

- Do you think dad's back yet?

- Not yet.

Hello?

- Hello, what's your name?

- Lars.

Lars... OK, Mads, listen up.

I have a little problem with

new staff, but OK, now you know.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Who do you think we are?

This is Christian, my brother.

He has two restaurants in Paris.

And I've got a... cafeteria -

- in the docklands.

- Oh, OK.

We grew up here,

so we know how to treat customers.

A really good receptionist keeps

an eye on who's who, right?

And you give us rooms 9 and 19.

I'm afraid you're not on the list.

- What?

- Michael Klingenfeldt.

Your father has told me

that Michael is not invited.

- OK Mads, listen up...

- Lars, OK?

Yes, Lars, it went a bit amok

last year, I got a bit pissed.

When I drink,

things go a bit crazy.

A couple of schnapps

over the top and I freak.

Hey, I've brought

the bloody wife and kids...

Michelle is here, too, so...

I wouldn't know anything about that.

- Is there a room or not?

- Not.

- Let me talk to my father.

- He's out hunting.

Sort it out yourself, then.

That's your job, right?

Lars, just find a room.

I'll talk to dad.

Hey... just give us

one of the small rooms.

They're never used.

3 and 1.

Give us one of those.

- You don't want a key?

- Oh, yes.

I must be on the list.

... Has our sister come?

Do get a move on...

It's daddy's birthday, his sixtieth.

All the people

up ahead are my family.

I have to be there to welcome them.

Nadim, wasn't it?

- Nadim, yes.

- OK, Nadim.

If you go a bit faster

I'll give you my phone number.

Hi, baby! Hi! Are you ready?

They're nearly here.

- You haven't been drinking, right?

- Not today.

Wasn't it a fantastic funeral?

- I'm ready.

- What are you doing here?

What?

Well, you missed

your sister's funeral.

Don't poke your nose in.

I'm poking it into

what you don't do.

You don't go to her funeral.

You don't phone me on my birthday.

You don't show an interest.

Now she's starting, too.

I'm going home.

- Have a nice day.

- Want my bike?

- I won't have it.

- Be quiet. This is old hat.

- Yes, be quiet.

- Spoken just like Christian.

Stop that!

Come on!

- Be quiet.

- Listen to clever Christian.

Stop it!

Be quiet!

Toot again.

So they can hear it.

That's his wife.

One of the son's.

That's Mette.

And the three little piggies.

... How are you?

You kids put a sock in it.

Quiet, kids! We're here.

Behave yourselves.

It's just not done.

I'm your sister.

A good thing

it's only once every ten years.

- Granddad... welcome...

- Thank you, thank you.

- Thanks for a lovely funeral.

- Thank you.

Great to see you again.

Hello again.

It was a hot trip.

I'll go and unpack my wife.

Hi, dad.

Your father asked me to be

toastmaster this evening, OK?

Do you know Lise?

- How are you, my boy?

- It's so sad.

The weather...

I'm not sure I can take it.

- Hi there, you haven't changed.

- Thanks.

Welcome... go on into the hall.

You'll meet Helge.

Hello, Pierre.

Christian, darling! How lovely

you could make it after all!

- You look great.

- Excuse me, the guests are here.

Go to your father.

Don't forget to say Happy Birthday.

Hello, dad.

Happy Birthday!

- They're all waiting.

- Sit down a moment.

I've something important to tell you.

Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

- Join me in a cognac?

- No, thanks.

Yes, it's... very important.

I've been thinking about it for days.

Listen... two hookers are

sitting in a railway carriage.

Don't laugh at your old dad!

On his birthday, too!

How dare you?

I'll have to tell your mother.

- We're waiting for you.

- The boy is laughing in my face.

- Christian, you mustn't do that.

- Let's tell jokes, then.

If I want a natter

with my eldest son...

How are things?

Fine; I'm moving into

Lyons at the moment, and...

I can read the papers, my boy.

You're doing well.

How about that girlfriend

who is always phoning?

Can't you have a few kids

and move back home?

She's having someone else's kid.

Then find another girl

and move back here.

I'm getting older

and I want my family around me.

- Then there's your mother.

- What about her?

- She's getting tired of my jokes.

- I see why.

What do you mean you see why?

What's wrong with my jokes?

There's no respect any more.

Tell me how you are.

Got a girl? Oh, I've already asked.

- Come on!

- We're coming.

Come along, my boy.

Just one thing...

Christian, will you say a couple of

words about your sister this evening?

I'd just blab.

I've already written something.

You have?

Well done, my boy.

- Michael has come.

- I suppose I'll have to talk to him.

- Your visitors are ready.

- Michelle, are you married?

No.

- You'd better ask someone else.

- I think so, too.

Oh, yes, that was my other son.

I'll have a word with him.

Today it's Helge's birthday

hip hip, hurrah

he'll get lots of presents

and there'll be buns and cocoa...

Hi, Christian.

Which room are you in?

What? 17. Why?

May I borrow your bath, please?

...and the sound of the sea...

I'll put them down here.

- The main course is a secret.

- A secret?

- You have been hunting today?

- As usual.

Are you listening?

Good.

It was the third time we were going

to move to Copenhagen, right?

But Bettina has

moved in with him instead.

- Bettina h?

- Yes.

Anyway, I'm still here, right?

We went to the park yesterday.

I've been given the room

where my sister died.

Well it's better than giving it

to Christian; They were twins.

It's one thing not

wanting to talk about it, -

but covering it

all up is just silly.

- Look... it's spooky.

- Yes, I can see that.

Really ghost-like.

I don't think she'd like it either,

if you get me.

Can we remove the covers?

Move the furniture a bit?

Then I'll stay with her.

I don't mind at all.

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