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It's all filed up here, alongside

the serial number of a Porsche 944.

Do you have a 944?

Now that you ask,

I'm suddenly not sure...

But I had a Mazda.

Great ride!

Perhaps a client register

would be a good idea?

- See you Monday.

- You're leaving now?!

Yes... oh, Right!

The Christmas party, of course!

- Go on.

- Cheers.

- Hey! How about a body shot?

- It's Danish culture at its best.

A new experience, Polina?

Save me some onions, Nico!

- Can I lick off the rest?

- What a great time you're having!

Well, now...

You want a piece of Nico Holm?

You should taste

the best part of me.

Polina, you naughty Polish pixy!

I'm willing to share my goodies.

- I wish I had a little b*tch like you.

- What are you saying, Torben?

Oh, I mean,

a little b*tch like yours.

Oh, right.

This is all just

a part of being Nico Holm.

- How does all this make you feel?

- Stop it!

That job should've been mine.

So that my dad could see that

little Torben was good for something.

But then he went

and died on Tuesday.

The twit.

You haven't said anything about that,

Torben!

Why would I?

- But, how does that make you feel?

- Don't!

- Tell me!

- No, we all have our ups and downs!

Well, for me it's mostly down

these days. I'm just no good.

- How does that make you feel?

- Goddammit, that's enough!

If I want to talk, I'll let you know!

You damn well have to respect that.

- I do, Torben.

- Fine.

Move over, Nico.

I'm the dessert!

All that food!

Throw in 4 tiers,

and call it a Christmas offer.

- It'll sell like hotcakes.

- Stella, we can't sell old food!

- I finished it! On both sides!

- You're such a good boy.

If you want to make me really happy,

you'll have a little more.

- Uhm... does he have a girlfriend?

- I don't think so.

- Are you still at my mom's?

- You know what?

Driving Miss Daisy

is her favourite film, too!

It's probably his mom.

He was seeing her tonight -

but he came here instead.

Then a Christmas bang

might be in the cards.

- Stella!

- If you don't, I will.

He memorizes them?

That's pathetic!

What if he dies?

You've gotta pick his brains!

- How am I supposed to do that?

- Think!

I gotta go.

Hi!

Why don't we take these leftovers

to your mom?

- A sweet idea, but I don't think so.

- Sure, come on, Anders Bo.

She's got plenty of company,

and we have our party here.

- Besides, you can't drive now.

- Sure. Come on.

Come on.

Holger...

- Am I a good salesperson?

- Oh, you want to charge me for this?

- Stella, you could sell anything.

- Yes, that's the thing, you see.

Did Wiener Walther really need

that off-roader for his hotdog stand?

It was brilliant! He can sell hotdogs

in the Alps now, if he wants to.

- And Tina Michelle's student loan?

- Well, there is that...

But she'll be the only nurse

with an 18-foot house trailer.

Give Bulldog a hand

with the beer, please.

And stop worrying!

It'll be fine!

Here they are.

Now that Stella is helping Bulldog,

maybe Bulldog can help Stella?

- Bulldog slaps Stella, yes?

- No.

Stella helps Bulldog,

Bulldog helps Stella.

Right here.

Come on!

Again.

Wait here a minute.

I'll check to see if she's sleeping.

- Hi!

- Did Patrick leave?

Look what he brought me!

- Hi, Anders Bo. How's it going?

- Patrick.

- Mom, what are you doing?

- You have a wonderful mother.

Anders Bo?

May I come in?

- Yes, come on in!

- Do you have something for me?

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm Amalie, I work with Anders Bo.

We brought you dinner. Look.

What a surprise.

Are they real rinds?

Karen always boils them.

Our teeth, you know...

- Mom, we've gotta go.

- I need to use the restroom.

- No! The toilet... is broken.

- It's broken?

Yes.

Anders Bo!

I thought I heard your voice.

Amalie, did you meet

Anders Bo's girlfriend?

- What are you talking about?

- Little Karen.

- Hi. Are you two a couple?

- No, not at all.

- The toilet is working again.

- We really should go.

I'm sorry, Tina Michelle!

I'm sorry, Wiener Walther!

Say I'm a bad girl!

I'm a bad girl.

Okay, Bulldog, let's try again,

but this time with this.

That's much better.

Here.

Let it rip!

Punish me.

What's it like to return home

after so many years?

It feels right.

I've never been away

for longer than a weekend.

- Because Holger needs you?

- Yes.

He broke down when my mom

ran away with another man.

He came out of the blue.

Some Dutch guy in an air balloon.

- A balloonist?

- Yes.

If you asked Holger, he'd let you

travel the world a thousand times.

Probably not in a balloon, though.

Look at that auto company.

Mastodont.

- Impressive, don't you think?

- I don't know...

- They're not my style.

- Because they're the competition?

No, because there should be room for

everyone. I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, yeah!

Yeah!

Oh, yeah. Stop!

Stop, yeah!

No, no. Don't stop!

Come on! Punish me!

Punish me!

Stop! Oh, stop!

Listen, Bulldog! When I say 'stop',

you must keep hitting me.

Bulldog stops!

- Oh, yeah, stop! Stop!

- Bulldog stops!

- Holger!

- Hi there.

I just came down to tell you

that we're about to sing.

- Yes.

- Like we always do.

Bulldog helps Stella.

- Yes. And Stella helps Bulldog, I see.

- Holger, we'll be right up.

- Bulldog.

- Bulldog stops!

Oh, stop! Yeah.

Good, Bulldog!

Christmas is here Christmas is here

and we will party on forever

for we cannot stop, no we cannot stop

and if you ask us we say 'Never'!

For we cannot stop, no we cannot...

Holger!

Holger! Hello!

Hello?

Come on, Torben.

Come!

Hello!

Hello!

Holger!

Stop, stop!

Whoah...

- That's enough, Torben. Come on.

- Where are we going?

- Join us!

- I'm way too busy.

Go on, Torben!

You always join in.

We can't have a party

without games.

- You can win one of my brandies!

- Big spender! A bottle of $20 booze.

- Why not throw in a kiss from Amalie?

- Great idea!

- Dad...

- Awesome.

- I'll get my camera, if Polina wins!

- No, Allan. She's not into that stuff.

Girl on girl action!

It's ripe for the internet.

Let's just say that I'll kiss the winner,

if he or she wants me to.

Go, girls! Go, girls!

What would I do without them?

Not least, Amalie.

Go, girls!

Go, girls!

- Your clients must mean a great deal.

- Oh, yeah. Without them, no party.

- Who's your biggest client?

- Let's not talk about work.

- You win!

- Bulldog wins every year! Look now.

Go!

Ready, set, go!

- All set!

- Right on!

Yeah, man!

I'll goddamn hit you where it hurts!

Die motherf***er!

- I did it! Yeah, man!

- You're supposed to hit her, Nico.

- What are you doing?

- Its aim is off!

Are you using December as target?

No!

She's just

a platinum blonde from the block!

Not half bad.

Your turn, Bulldog.

Okay! Anders Bo and Bulldog

have one point each.

Whoever gets the next point

is the winner.

I'll hold that.

Well, come on!

and you've beaten Bulldog!

Anders Bo!

Anders Bo, wake up.

Look at me.

Anders Bo?

Hi.

Anders Bo...

No!

- Stop, Bulldog. Stop!

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