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Thanks.

A six.

A six!

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven...

There.

You rolled a six, not a ten.

- Are you nuts?

- We play by the rules.

Who wants to play

by Grandpa's rules?

Not a scratch.

You can unload it here and take it in.

- Take it in?

- Fantastic!

Is this "Candid Camera"?

Niko, we never agreed to this.

We said what was dear to him,

not all his old junk!

- Now that does it! A fridge!

-It's his bookcase now.

Niko, all this garbage

totally clashes with our decor.

- This isn't a junk room!

- Come on.

His stuffs important to him.

- He's happy.

- That's what counts.

I need a Jgermeister now.

- Watch it, hobbit!

- You watch it!

You're all arms and no brains! Sh*t!

- The fridge goes in the bathroom.

- No, Amandus! Stop!

You either put that stuff in the barn,

or in your room, and I mean all of it!

Move out, fellas!

Here. We forgot to unload this.

Here you are.

Now it's all back!

Good.

Now, you're a real looker.

Amandus, could you pass me the bread?

Amandus?

The bread?

The bread?

What about it?

Thanks, but I asked your dad.

Amandus, please stop.

-It's annoying at dinner.

- Mom!

-It's true!

- Can't do anything here.

- Home was more exciting.

- Carry on then.

I'm nearly finished anyway.

- Don't want to now.

- Aw!

It's your own fault.

Boflng!

Tell us the story

about how you met Grandma again.

God, no.

Then you tell us the story about, um...

Um, that... Your boss.

How did the two of you meet?

How does your dad know about that?

How he knows? I told him.

Great.

Niko?

I know you don't want to hear it,

but your father's pretty confused.

My father's fine. Can we sleep now?

I'm fed up.

Totally fed up.

Wohlleben's an idiot.

He's no good at explaining.

Yup. He's such a complete retard.

- You can't say retard.

- Fine, then he's a tosspot.

What's a tosspot?

Someone who tosses pots all day.

Do you want a coffee too?

Grandpa, I'm only 11 years old.

True. You're getting on a bit as well.

Do you want a coffee too?

Yes, sure.

I love coffee.

Grandpa, you have to put water in it.

Should I help you?

No need, I've made coffee before.

Already heating up.

Nearly done.

Just has to brew for a minute.

Can you help us?

Yes.

REDUCING AND EXPANDING FRACTIONS

No, I... I can't do this.

We never did that when I was in school.

We just let our fractions

stay whatever size they were.

You left them how they were?

That's much cleverer.

That's right.

The most important and difficult thing...

You're very pretty.

Shall the two of us maybe...

go for a coffee?

Go!

Get lost!

- Go, go!

- Amandus?

- Could you cut the hedge for me?

-

... I can do that.

Great. Just clean it up.

Just four inches or so.

- Can you manage that?

- No problem, right?

Four inches. Sandra.

- Sarah.

- That's a nice name too.

Crap.

- What are you doing?

- I'm trimming the... the...

The greenery.

I said

four inches!

Exactly.

But, well...

I'd say it was much nicer higher.

Should I leave this section?

Or chop it?

It's your decision.

Where's Amandus?

I've called him twice.

He's under our roof.

The least he can do is eat with us.

He's in the garden

trying to fix the hedge.

Fix it?

It took five years to grow that high.

Five f***ing years!

Mom! You can't say "f***ing".

It's true... I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Niko, do something.

What will he ruin next?

We'll go to the nursery

and order a new hedge.

Where did you get those?

From your garden.

Do you like them?

- Are you trying to drive me mad?

- No.

I'm trying to apologize to you.

- Sandra, sorry that I...

- Sarah.

Didn't trim the Sarah properly.

That I didn't cut myself properly...

- To do the...

- Hedge.

The hedge...

Great, Amandus!

Now when my guests arrive,

instead of a beautiful high hedge,

they'll see...

next-door's tacky gnomes!

And when they enter the garden...

Thank you so much. Bravo!

Elisabeth was so very fond of roses.

Dad, Mom's name was Margarethe.

Fine, then. Margaritas.

Tell me a story, Grandpa.

A story?

About you and Dad,

when he was my age.

You sure ask tricky questions.

Remember when we camped?

In the yard.

To make it exciting, Grandpa told me

our yard

was full of raccoons and foxes at night.

So we grabbed spades, broomsticks,

anything we found in the toolshed,

to arm ourselves

to get safely to the tent.

Yes, you...

- You even took your fishing rod.

- You remember that?

How could I ever forget that?

As if you can chase off a raccoon

with a fishing rod.

Once we are lying in the tent,

I hear this really strange noise.

A kind of wailing, sort of a "Whoooh!"

He says it was a raccoon.

And I say, "Raccoons don't howl!"

He says, "They do around here."

I still don't know

if howling raccoons exist.

- That was me.

- No!

You never told me that.

You never asked me.

I spoke to a doctor today.

He'd like to examine you.

Why?

- Because.

- Because I'm an idiot?

You think I don't notice?

Dad, you're not an idiot.

Of course I am.

- I'm not going to the doctor.

- Maybe he can help you.

You sound like your mom.

She wanted you to see a doctor?

I don't remember anymore.

But he can't help me.

I'm definitely sure about that.

INVITATION:

Do you prefer brown or beige?

- Beige.

- You sure?

Then brown.

- You didn't even look.

- I've got bigger worries

than our damn summer party!

Did you speak to your dad?

- Yes, he won't.

- What do you mean?

- He doesn't want to be examined.

- Now what?

Nothing. My father's a grown man.

How can I make him go to the doctor?

Like you made me

let him bring his junk.

Do it without telling him.

He has Alzheimer's. He needs help.

You can't let him make the rules.

Grab him and take him to the doctor!

Besides, he can't live here forever.

He's completely mixed up.

Neither of us

has the time to look after him.

- I have to go to London tomorrow.

- Who'll take Tilda to the doctor?

- I've got my big pitch.

- Dad will.

You're joking.

I explained it to him.

- I even made him a neck pouch.

- A neck pouch?

- Brown or beige?

- Brown.

There's no way.

We've just been through this.

You think he can take her to the doctor?

There's no way that will ever work.

What are you doing?

I'm... tidying UP-

Will you remember

to pick me up from school

to take me to the doctor?

PICK UP TILDA TOMORROW

- Don't worry, I've got it covered.

- You sure?

Absolutely.

Hey, you funny thing, who are you?

I'm Berta.

Hello, Beata.

- Where are we going tomorrow?

- To the doctor.

Yes, I know that.

That was just a joke.

- Hey, Dad. Where are you right now?

- In London. I told you that.

- Everything groovy?

- Yes. Did Grandpa pick you up?

How's the weather in London?

The sun's shining.

- Did Grandpa pick you up?

- We're there.

- Where?

- At the doctor's.

- Can I talk to him a sec?

- The doctor?

No, Grandpa.

Um...

He's busy filling out forms right now.

Grandpa's filling out forms?

Yeah.

Okay.

Let me talk to him now.

We're up. Bye!

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