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and that you did so.

I'm sorry you're so hypocritical

and corrupt that I hope you die.

I'm sorry

you're all such c*nts -

- that you listen to her.

I'm sorry that for thirty years...

- Let me finish! Let me finish!

- Come on.

Christian, cool it.

Come on out.

- I want my coat.

- You can have your coat.

You were away

at boarding school in Switzerland.

So you know f*** all.

Yet you know anyway.

- You're way out of line.

- You know anyway.

- Don't you?

- You're way out of line.

- Get out.

- Out of my way.

Lock the door.

- Is it locked?

- I think so.

In the deep, deep forest peace

where songsters dwell

where the soul did

hearken many a time

to the birds' happy song

there is idyll...

Where was I?

Mother, my loyal witness.

In 1974 you entered the study -

- and saw my father's stiff dick

rubbing my hair... you bastard.

- You bastard.

- Get out.

Bastards!

He is not healthy.

It's sad... mother, go on.

There is such idyll,

peace and calm

in the sylvan solitude

that sorrows are stilled

where peace and rest do reign

get him down the steps.

Get out, man.

F***ing sod off.

Hey, Leif, stop that, damn it.

He's my brother.

Go away.

Go!

Get him...

Christian, come here.

The game is over, get it?

Are you through, man?

... Not that one, take it easy!

He's my brother.

- Come on, get rid of him.

- Where?

In the woods.

This must f***ing stop.

- How far?

- Just get rid of him.

- What do you mean, "rid of him"?

- Shut up. In here.

We'll put him by that tree.

Bloody hell.

That's the way. Come on. Right?

Do we really have to tie you

to this tree, Christian?

What the hell

made you talk such piss?

Come on then! Come on!

Come on!

- Come on!

- Cut it out!

Have you tied him?

... I'm through now.

Easy does it.

That'll do.

Chill out, Christian.

Leif, have you got a cigarette?

I dropped mine.

- I'll check all the doors.

- Sure, right.

I don't want to talk to him.

- What have you done to him?

- Take it easy.

I talked to him; He's gone home.

He's very sorry... so easy does it.

We'll talk about it later...

You want trouble?

Stop it, Michael!

Michael, stop it!

- What did you say?

- Stop it, Michael.

Stop it, damn you!

Back off.

- Hi there, Kim.

- Hi. Leif.

We need to lock the back door.

Where is it?

Right this way.

- A bad business.

- Yes.

- You didn't hit him or anything?

- He won't be back.

- This way?

- In here.

- This is the wine cellar.

- Yes. Over.

Cut it out, Kim.

What the hell are you at?

- You locked him in?

- Yes.

We can't have these

violent types running around...

Hands off!

- Kim, where is Christian?

- No idea.

Don't start drinking now, Michael.

What are you saying?

Why don't you make a speech?

Right, let's get things swinging!

A little sing-song.

I've seen a real black Sambo

his face was black as pitch

he spoke all funny

and had a ring in his nose

I asked him

"what are you?"

Why are your legs

covered in tar?

He just laughed

and said these words...

Fidlihakola tomrassi gassi bom

black massa was from umblagidarum

I've seen a little Indian

his face was as red -

- as fire.

He spoke all funny...

I can't bear this.

They'll kill each other.

- Calm down...

- I'm going crazy.

I've got such a headache.

Will you fetch my tablets?

- Have you seen Christian?

- No, he's gone home.

- A good thing he's gone home.

- I'll get your tablets.

You're all crazy.

My head...

- You're still capable...

- For longer than you think, Helge.

It's nearly 10 o'clock -

- and something exciting

is about to happen.

As Alfred Hitchcock

suggested for his gravestone, -

- "this is what happens

to naughty little boys".

Helge, you're not getting

out of the family tradition.

The grand finale.

It's daddy's birthday

it really is today

daddy's birthday today...

Now listen

to the way we play the trumpet

today it's daddy's birthday

listen

to the way we play the flute...

You dropped something...

It's not good to drop things.

Hello... you're not going?

So soon?

- I want to go home now.

- Don't be silly.

It's time for dessert.

Well... I love these

traditions of the family.

After the dance around the house

a note appears -

- on the toastmaster's glass.

And so it is today.

"A man urges his sister

to read letter to his father. "

A letter.

I think Helene is just too shy

to start... right, Helene?

In any case, -

- it is kind of your brother

to help you get started.

And it seems that there

is peace in the family again.

So let's give Helene a hand.

- Come on.

- Come on, Helene.

Don't be shy.

Michael... pretend he's not here.

It's...

It's from my sister.

"Dear whoever finds this letter, -

- you are probably

my sister or my brother.

Because you must be

good at getting warmer.

Tee hee, giggle...

I know it must be sad

to find me in a bath full of water.

But it isn't so sad for me.

I know that my brothers and sister

are happy, radiant people -

and that I love you.

And I think you should

just not think about me.

Christian, my beloved brother, -

- who has always been with me,

I thank you for everything.

I don't want to mix you up in this.

I love you too much for that.

And you, Helene,

and you, Michael, of course.

You nutter.

Dad has begun

having me again.

In my dreams, anyway.

And I can't bear any more.

I'm going away now.

As I probably always

should have done.

I know it will fill your life

with darkness, Christian.

I have tried to ring you,

but I know you're busy.

I just want

to tell you not to be sad.

I think there is light and beauty

on the other side.

I'm looking forward to it,

as a matter of fact.

Although of course

I am a bit afraid.

Afraid of leaving without you.

I love you forever.

Linda. "

That was a very beautiful letter.

Pour my daughter some port -

- so that I can drink

a toast with her.

Pour my daughter some port

so that I can drink a toast with her.

Pass the port to my daughter

so I can drink a toast with her.

Pass the damned

port to my daughter.

Pass the port to my daughter.

Show me some respect!

I've never seen the like.

What are you staring at?

Eh?

Is it my fault that

I have such talentless offspring?

I've just never really

understood why you did it.

It was all you were good for.

It is quite a job

being toastmaster tonight.

I must admit

I hadn't tried it before.

I am profoundly affected

by the situation; We all are.

- Nevertheless, I regard it...

- I have to go now.

...as my responsibility

to see this dinner out.

So I suggest dancing,

music and coffee next door.

Good evening.

I have collected the car keys

and put them back.

May I have a glass of water?

Shall I call a doctor?

Christian? Christian? Are you OK?

Come on...

Christian?

Christian?

Pia?

Pia?

I was asleep.

Pia, my sister is here.

I love you.

Christian? Christian?

Hi.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Shall I come with you?

I'm going now.

Hello? Hello?

- It's Helene. Were you asleep?

- What's the time?

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