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Lars!

Check that it's running properly.

It's okay!

Yes!

THE SUNFISH:

So Lise was down at the inn.

- Is she the wee fat one?

- She's not fat. Just a bit heavy.

So I'm talking to her at the inn

and it's going alright.

I'm thinking I'm halfway in,

but it turns out she has a boyfriend.

She could have told me that.

I sat there for an hour.

What a cockteaser.

14, 15, 20.

Two for you! 25!

- Kesse!

- Yes.

- Come to the meeting room, okay?

- Yes.

Listen. The technical university

wants to do some studies.

They want to send biologists out.

They'll repay with 3 tons cod.

- I'll take a handful then.

- Easy now.

- They want the Danish seines.

- That's you Kesse.

- I'm not taking anyone.

- It's 3 tons fish.

- They're just making our life hard.

- Times are changing, Kesse.

Yeah, in the old days

they'd be thrown in the water.

You're such a dinosaur, Kesse.

- See you tomorrow.

- Sorte! Fisherman's swim!

Kesse!

Phuket, Thailand. Lisbeth will book

tickets tomorrow. How about that?

- Say you want to come.

- No, thanks.

You need to get out

and go on a holiday.

I'm not going anywhere.

Oh. Suit yourself.

Okay! Everybody come over here.

Hey! Throw the balls to me.

I'm not going to say this again.

Get out of the water.

We'll continue we're we left off.

It was backstrokes.

Move your arms like mill wheels near

the ears. No talking while you swim.

The legs go like this. Okay?

Yes! Balls up here, please!

You do backstrokes on your back,

okay?

Minor detail. Push your stomach up.

That's it.

And put your head down.

And now the arms. Okay?

I've told you before. No smoking!

We have a smoking ban.

Smoke outside or stop coming here.

Kesse!

- You're very quiet today.

- Yes.

Come on. Cough it up.

- It's the finances.

- Oh.

- Could you help me out?

- How much is it?

Well...

100 or 150 to shut Ole up

until I'm back on track.

- 150,000?

- Yes.

Or 100,000.

Or maybe just 80,000. I don't know.

- I don't have that much, Kesse.

- I doesn't matter.

- Focus, Lars.

- All right, all right.

No undersizes.

We need a good price.

- All right, all right.

- Drop that. Do your job properly.

All right, all right. All right.

Why are you so cranky today? Did

you get up on the wrong side of bed?

- Are there more?

- They were the last ones.

I think we have visitors, Kesse.

Inspections.

- Hi there.

- Hello.

- I'll check up here.

- Yes.

- Did you unload?

- Yes. There's nothing left.

- Can we have a look below?

- Sure.

Everything looks okay.

There's nothing down here.

- Did you think you'd find anything?

- I had hoped.

- There's always hope.

- No, everything is okay.

Goodbye.

Hello, Pia. The usual.

- Didn't you see the new menu?

- No.

- Do you like it?

- What's wrong with the old one?

- Do you want to try a new dish?

- No, just the usual for me.

All right.

Things have changed lately. Kirsten

no longer handles the accounts.

- Milk?

- No, just black coffee.

You had two incomes then. Plus

you were generous in the divorce.

I couldn't think straight back then.

We can conclude that the cod quotas

from 2005 were an over-investment.

- What's this about?

- Maybe you should sell the quotas.

- Sublease them for a while?

- No.

Sell them to one of the bigger boats.

You could still make a profit.

Many others have done it, Kesse.

Are you telling me

to wind everything up?

We can't keep investing in a failure.

If I sell the quotas

I'll have absolutely nothing left.

You haven't shown a constant profit

for a long period of time.

I need time to find a solution

and turn this around.

I can't give you that, Kesse.

Is that how you treat

a lifelong loyal customer?

I'm under pressure too.

It's not like I'm enjoying this.

At least give me six months.

- At least give me that.

- Okay. One month. That's all.

Sh*t!

- You put all the receipts in, right?

- I think so.

Did you sort them by date?

- Just January and February.

- I don't have time for that.

- That just makes it easier for her.

- That's easy for you to say.

- Did you sort by category?

- I didn't have time.

Oh... she just prefers that.

- Yes.

- She just hates the mess.

Why don't you go outside

instead of just standing there?

We'll leave it

to the finance minister.

Sren!

All right.

You're a good fisherman, Kesse.

But that's not enough today.

- You need to be a businessman too.

- That's for sure.

Sell everything while you still can.

And just wipe the slate clean.

Wipe the slate clean? And do what?

This is all I know.

- Come work at the fish factory.

- No, thanks.

- You hate filleting all day.

- I'm doing just fine.

Do you expect me to believe that?

Numbers, quotas. That stuff is gone.

I could be in this garden all day.

I get holiday allowance.

Do you know what that is?

And I can go to Thailand with my wife

without a care. That's life.

That's your life.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- It's fascinating, right?

- Yes.

And it can jump.

It suddenly rushes to the surface,

jumps and does a belly flop.

- Have you seen it do that?

- Not yet. But I've heard about it.

Perhaps you also heard,

that I'm the one who caught it.

- Right...

- It's true.

Okay. How?

With something we call a net.

Sure.

It resembles our situation back then.

I'd advise you to get out.

- It's a vicious spiral.

- I'll work myself out of it.

- I just need new quotas.

- You'll need a loan for that.

- I have the house.

- Choose your battles.

- You can still wipe the slate clean.

- Drop the clean slate talk!

- It's aggravating.

- All right.

- Sorry about that.

- Don't be.

Hello there, Alf. How are things?

Just fine.

The weather could be better.

- Do you have any cod quotas to spare?

- It's too soon to say.

- How about plaice?

- No.

Well I need them myself

until I know how it looks.

- Why don't you try the inn?

- I will.

- Let me know if you hear anything.

- Yes, I'll call you. Take care.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Hello, Kesse! Good to see you.

- Did you miss me?

- Yes! It's your round.

I'm sure it is.

Katrine, give me five cold beers.

It's too soon to sublease.

- What about you, Poul?

- No.

- Help me out here.

- I'm holding on to mine.

- Boxer?

- It's too soon.

I can't believe this.

I shouldn't have bought beer.

- Yes, you should.

- Cheers.

Oh, it's you. What are you doing?

- I'm searching for quotas.

- Any luck?

No. It's either the wrong species

or zone. And they're expensive.

- Price is relative.

- No, it's a fact.

Kjeld!

Kjeld?

Kjeld? Is that offer

with the biologists still on?

What do you mean?

- 3 tons cod as a bonus, right?

- Kesse, I don't want any trouble.

- I'll have to clean up after you.

- I really need that bonus.

- It's 5 trips in all.

- All right.

- Fine.

- Thank you.

"Just give it up.

You're not getting any."

And I had just given her

a Tequila Sunrise.

So I took it back and drank it all

right in front of her.

It tastes like sh*t

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