Festen Page #6

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Late. Three, I think.

I was asleep, too.

Or whatever you'd call it.

You know... I've been...

Maybe you have, too?

- Have what?

- Nothing.

Please come, Christian.

Michael has disappeared.

What's going on?

What's he up to?

Michael has vanished and his wife

is bawling her eyes out in my room.

- Is the party still going on?

- No, I don't think so.

Don't worry about it.

Oh, they've all gone to bed...

Find some glasses.

Where is Michelle?

In Kim's room, I think.

People are sleeping

in the wrong beds a bit.

Oh, we're not, are we, honey?

That we don't, well, my baby?

- I've got a glass for Christian.

- I want one, too.

As long as it's not

someone yucky's glass.

Play the wedding waltz.

Gbatokai and Helene must dance.

Because I think

you should get married.

Dad?

It's Michael, man, little Michael.

I'm coming.

Open the door.

It's the f***ing postman.

Open the door, damn you!

Open it!

Go inside, Else, and close the door.

Michael, stop it.

- Stop it, Michael.

- I told you to go inside.

Keep your mouth shut, I said, man.

I told you, man.

Keep your mouth shut.

Come back here.

Come back here.

Lie down, man.

Lie down!

And stay lying down.

I've heard enough piss.

Lie down, I said.

You'll never see your

grandchildren again, man.

Never again, get it, dad?

This family... is kaput.

Lie down, I said.

Lie down, I said!

It's me ringing the doorbell.

Michael, man.

They mustn't, mustn't.

Stop! Mummy, say something.

They mustn't...

What's going on, mummy?

They mustn't, they mustn't...

- Get out there, Gbatokai.

- Your father!

Back off, Michael.

You're killing me.

...killing me.

Waiter, could I have another drink?

I do so like to start the day

with a wee dram.

Morten...

Are you thinking anything?

Oh, well. Over.

She's bright-eyed and

bushy-tailed, at least.

Morning, Christian.

- Good morning.

- Have a roll.

Where the hell is Leif?

There you are!

How's the hairpiece?

Where do you get

your clothes crumpled?

Nstved.

Pia...

Do you want to come

to Paris and live with me?

Yes.

That was all.

Hey, have you got

the hots for the waitress?

- Michael, shut up and eat up.

- I'll eat that French stick.

Good morning...

Good morning, everyone.

Bon appetit.

Dorthe, come to daddy.

Your father will

read it to you, I'm sure.

I know it's an unsuitable moment.

You're having breakfast.

I'll try and be brief.

I just want to say

that I know that

when you pack up and go home...

...it will be

the last time I see you.

I also see now

that what I did

to my children is unforgivable.

I know that all of you...

Especially my children -

...will hate me for

the rest of your lives.

All the same, I want to tell you that

you will always be my children -

- and I have loved you

and love you -

- no matter where in the world

you are or what you do.

To you, Christian, I want to say...

You fought a good fight, my boy.

Thank you.

Nice one, dad.

Good speech. Well done.

But I think you'll have to go now

so we can eat our breakfast.

Of course, of course.

Coming?

I'll stay here.

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