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- Yes, there.

Shouldn't it dry out first?

Of course, but we don't

have time for that.

- You don't have anything else?

- No.

It's going to rot in the soil anyway.

I've had so many crazy dreams lately.

Last night

I was in the Middle Ages, and...

If I'm not in the dream,

then shut up.

Oh, but you were.

- So what did I do?

- Stuff.

Do you still do that?

Does it work in Germany?

"Ich habe von dir getrumt. "

You're just making up...

- I'm not!

- You're haven't changed in a decade.

You're stuck here.

What do you know about me?

My girlfriend died. I have a child.

I can't just run away like you did.

You can't "run away" from it?

Is that what you keep saying?

Did you say it to that girl yesterday?

"I can't run away from it. "

Remember how you used to get drunk

and climb in through my window?

Your father once caught me

hanging there.

He shouted at me, saying I mustn't

make the same mistake he'd made.

You'd turn out just like your mom.

I'd never ever win a single argument.

- You have to let me help you!

- What?

- I don't need your help.

- You think it's easy for me to be here?

You think it was easy for your grandma?

You didn't even come by at Christmas!

At least I talked to her,

as opposed to you.

You just sit here feeling sorry

for yourself, like you've always done!

- My son died!

- And he was my dad!

Can't you just be honest

and say what you think?

That it's my fault they died.

Yeah, I'm leaving now.

I'll make it.

Yes, okay,

but I'll call you later. Bye.

- I'm making potato dumplings.

- Use plenty of salt.

- It says one teaspoon.

- We always used much more.

Then why did she write

"one teaspoon"?

- The salt used to be much stronger.

- Salt has never been stronger.

Everything was stronger before.

Way too salty.

Perfectly salted.

Poor texture.

The bacon's good.

Yeah, the bacon's good.

You're...

Not much of a cook.

It's vital that you learn to cook.

The German thinks you're pretty now,

but he'll grow tired of your face.

No matter how smart you are,

he'll soon get enough of your chatter.

There's a toolbox in the boathouse.

Hvard will need it tomorrow.

You'd rather walk?

I stood here watching you

f*** Cecilie on the floor.

Huh?

- Or rather trying to.

- Well, you wouldn't sleep with me.

No, you wouldn't sleep with me!

You said -

- it was true love, so we had to wait.

The next moment you were f***ing her.

I didn't know you were there!

You felt hurt.

Aren't you going to answer?

- What is it?

- What it is?

Haven't you left?

"Again and again".

- Huh?

- That's what you should say.

Again and again,

however we know

the landscape of love

and the little churchyard there,

with its sorrowing names

and the frighteningly silent abyss

into which the others fall:

again and again

the two of us walk out

together under the ancient trees,

lie down again and again among

the flowers, face to face with the sky.

Okay.

Anna?

Hvard!

What's she scared of?

I won't let you use those tools.

- Only mine.

- Okay.

In the old days, in Germany,

it took eleven years -

- for a masonry apprentice

to become a master.

This was probably

a confirmation gift.

When he was young,

he never got to be a teenager.

Teenagers weren't

invented until the 50s.

Was your grandma

the first woman he ever had?

One one-night stand,

and it lasts sixty years?

Could you hold this?

So how many one-night stands

have you had? Twenty?

Fifty?

Am I on the list?

- We never had sex.

- We did.

So genital touch is

a one-night stand?

- Whatever could have been.

- That's cheating.

I've just removed 80 %

of the names from the list.

- Which means I beat you.

- By how many?

I'll never stay with one person

for sixty years.

I don't want to be the one

who's left behind.

- Do you need help?

- No. Seriously...

This was his confirmation gift.

- You never married.

- No.

Did you ever have a girlfriend?

- I was a great diver.

- Okay.

Your grandpa was also a great diver.

We kept diving all summer.

It's too wide.

I've followed your measurements.

Here.

Seven, five.

Good thing you're not building a house.

That would be costly.

- Shall I build another?

- No time for that.

But it's nicelyjoined. Good.

I still have to plug them.

Well, you have to change that one.

Too many knots.

Well sanded. Half polished.

I need to tell you something.

Okay?

I've got a boyfriend.

We're getting married.

Why do I need to know?

Because I might have given you

false hopes or something.

He's the one you've given false hopes.

- You mustn't smoke if you're pregnant.

- I removed it.

- When?

- Yesterday.

How do you feel?

Better than the last time.

What's up with you?

Ex-boyfriend thing.

Oh. Hvard?

He's cute.

He sort of had the hots for me

for a while last year.

Or rather, I tried to sleep with him.

He didn't want to.

He thought I was too young.

But he came around in the end.

Okay.

The handles are missing.

And it needs to be oiled.

Where's Hvard?

- There was a bit of a drama.

- How?

I kissed him.

He thought I was ready for more.

Couldn't you have given him a bit more?

- We need to finish the coffin.

- I've got a boyfriend.

- The German?

- He's Danish.

I like Germans.

Where's he from?

He's Danish, but he moved

to his father in Germany.

- I see. Where in Germany?

- North of Berlin.

- So he's Prussian?

- Yeah.

Do you know what

the Prussian virtues are?

Temperance, diligence, linearity.

"Linearity"?

Go and charm Hvard

so we can finish the coffin.

- You like Hvard.

- Yes. He's agreeable and practical.

- What's she playing this time?

- Tornado.

No, it's okay.

You want me to feel guilty for letting

you do me a favour I can't return?

- Thank you.

- Don't thank me. You earned it.

- Do we have any wine?

- Wine?

- Rhubarb.

- When's it from?

- I haven't touched a drop since.

- Why not?

She ordered me not to.

Grandma?

Why?

There was a wedding.

- And?

- I made a scandal.

Is that the neighbour?

Handsome guy.

Arne Srensen was a p*ssy hound.

So is Hvard, according

to Elise at the store.

Can't you tell us what

happened at that wedding?

Arnt...

Arnt Haugen and Klara Bakken

got married on a hot summer day.

Before dinner, up in the forest, -

- we had a tipple, me, the sheriff

and some other fellows.

When we were all stoked up,

we headed back. That was when I...

Surprised them.

Arne Srensen, that bastard,

had cornered -

- your grandma up against a tree.

I gave him a whack on the jaw.

Then I took your grandma with me

to the community centre.

All through dinner

he sat there jeering at me.

I lost my temper in the middle

of the groom's speech.

I leapt across three tables, -

- tipping over the wedding cake

in the process, -

- and threw myself at him.

I was overpowered by

the sheriff and the mayor.

That wine went to my head, I...

Good night.

Emma?

Emma?

Come, it's time to go home.

- Say goodbye.

- Bye.

Goodbye.

I came to offer my condolences.

- Have you harvested the potatoes?

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