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- Certainly.

- OK.

This was where it happened.

The bathroom.

Maybe I should have another room.

Yes, would you rather?

It's just that...

I'm getting really bad vibes.

Did you hear that?

She's in the bathroom.

No, she's... she's dead.

We'll just have a look.

- No, I think we should go.

- No, we'll have a look.

- Hey, Mette, I can't find them.

- Have you checked the suitcases?

- I can't find those shoes.

- They should be in a suitcase.

- I've looked in that one.

- Keep your shirt on.

I can't go to dinner in brown shoes,

dad will do his nut.

- They must be somewhere.

- I've looked everywhere.

- I think I left them behind.

- You didn't say that. Get it?

Go home and fetch them.

You've got two hours.

Take the car.

- Bloody well stop it, Michael.

- I can't see my dad in socks.

You expect me to go home now?

What would your mum and dad say?

I can't go to the dinner

in these shoes, are you insane?

You could just pack your own stuff.

I've packed for you, me,

and the kids, -

- and you want

everything to be just so.

If you don't like it,

pack your own crap.

I've got f***ing news for you.

You're the one

who does the packing.

And every single time

you lose my shoes.

You're the one who made us

visit your sodding parents.

I spent a while at a cake shop.

Actually, I'm doing

the dessert tonight.

What does it mean?

An upward arrow? Up, up, up?

If you lie in the bath you can

sometimes see if there is anything.

The bath?

You want me to lie in the bath?

- Shall I lie down?

- And see if you can see anything.

A sign or an arrow.

A wave or a fish or a bird.

Kind of like getting warmer.

- It just won't do.

- I'm sorry.

- I'd just ironed this.

- I said I was sorry.

Shall we...

Shall we lie down for five minutes?

Aren't you going to the party?

We'll have to lie down

for five minutes, right?

There's a fish.

It means flat, which means down.

I'm not sure I understand this game.

Oh... how strange...

We always played it.

"Getting warmer".

Come on... sit down.

Check next to the other leg.

Oh, how sweet of her to have done

this... I can hardly bear it.

I'm practically

the only one still stuck here.

The rest of you go

gadding off to Paris and all...

- You can't sit here crying.

- I'm sorry.

- Have one of these.

- Just say if you want me to go.

- Didn't you want a bath?

- Oh, yes.

An arrow again.

And an arrow again.

Will you...

- Will I what?

- Undo me.

Look, I've still got a good ass.

Is a bath all it's going to get?

Up there, look...

- On the other side.

- Where?

Next to where the lamp is attached.

"Dear whoever finds this letter,

you are probably... "

Bloody hell!

It doesn't say anything.

Mette, damn it!

Did you put all this soap here?

How irritating!

- Michael...

- Why did you leave the soap here?

You're the one who used it, man.

- Bloody hell.

- Did you hurt yourself?

I certainly f***ing did.

There've always been

ghosts in this house.

It doesn't say anything.

I'll happily stay here.

Thanks for your help.

- You really took fright?

- Not at all.

A bit?... I'm sorry.

Thanks for your help.

- Why did you leave the soap there?

- I didn't, you did.

- I didn't.

- You're the one who used it.

- Where are my pants?

- I don't know. Over there?

You should take care of your things.

I'm not your baby-sitter.

- Shut up, man.

- Oh, for God's sake!

The f***ing thing's

fallen down now, man.

- We'd better put it up again.

- Like f***.

It's weird. You were always

the wild one, getting into fights.

Now it's your brother.

You can't even be bothered

to look at a pretty girl any more.

Maybe it's because

you think I'm too skinny.

Christian?

It can go in here.

They mustn't find it...

There.

Where have you gone,

lovely Christian?

It's six o'clock,

time to get up!

Cards, please, tickets please,

or other proof of travel...

My trousers!

- Hi, grandpa!

- Hi, dad.

I want to see you

in the drawing room in five minutes.

These f***ing shoes...

Hi, bent.

That's cool.

Hi, Poul, how's tricks,

you old honker?

Hi, dad.

Hello, my boy. Another time.

We're going in now.

I've been asked to inquire whether

you are interested in the lodge.

I don't see you as one

of the brethren, I must say.

But Christian has told Preben

you're doing well.

And as Christian is not interested,

you may expect to be invited -

to join the Freemasons.

Strike while the iron is hot.

There is a long...

He could make

something of himself...

We have to help you get on.

But behave like a normal

human being tonight, all right?

Keep your fingers off

what's she called... Michelle.

I'd like you to hover about tonight

and keep things running smoothly.

Can you manage that?

Hey, give him a drink.

Look lively.

Get your act together, OK?

... Got a drink? Hey!

You got a drink?

We need to talk.

I haven't time.

You do remember something,

don't you?

- Oh, yes, certainly.

- Jolly good.

I was thinking of saying

a word or two this evening.

I thought so.

It won't be anything

for little girls.

I bet it won't.

You fell asleep.

Yes.

Aren't you sleeping properly?

Only with you.

Yes...

It is a great honour

for me to be toastmaster -

- this evening for

the Klingenfeldt-Hansen family.

My name is Helmuth Von Sachs.

Ich bin aus Deutschland,

Kln, Ruhr, die Stahlwerken.

And also Helge is a Stahlwerk.

Still going strong.

Helge, mein Freund,

mein dnisches Vater, over to you.

Well...

Looking at you all reminds me

so clearly of the years gone by -

- and of all that

has happened to us.

Turning sixty is nothing unique.

To me it seems like yesterday -

- that the final negotiations

fell into place -

- for the take-over

of this unique place.

Yet it was right back

in the summer of 1971-

- when my little family

walked up the steps.

My dear wife, Helene, Michael,

and the twins...

...and the twins.

Ready to move into

these lovely buildings.

We were so...

We were so full of expectations.

I'll stop here.

I'll stop here -

- and hope that we will have a

lovely party together; Let's eat!

The first course.

Ready... go!

Over and out.

- Wasn't it a lovely trip?

- No, it was very hot in the car.

- You've air conditioning, bent.

- Yes, but it dries your mouth up.

The air isn't pleasant.

The kids are here and all.

Give me some water

... Some water.

I'm all wet... probably

because she spilled something.

- What's your name, lass?

- My name is Mette.

- M e t t e, Mette.

- Oh, that's right, yes.

Pardon?

- I said it's lobster soup. Lovely!

- No, it's salmon soup.

Salmon? I think

it tends more towards lobster.

- But it's delicious, the soup.

- Yes. Tomato soup.

No, it isn't tomato soup.

It's lobster soup.

- Yes.

- Cheers!

"Eldest son makes speech. "

Morten.

It is almost seven o'clock and...

...I should like

to propose the first toast.

After all, it is my duty as

the eldest son, correct, Helmuth?

But first, a speech.

I've written two, father.

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