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- You can count on me...

You know what, Valdemar?

... like Pontius Pilate.

Now that Ivar is here, -

I realize 25 years have passed,

and I haven't seen him.

I thought, who's that old man?

He's my son.

Dammit! Time goes so fast.

Man doesn't get old.

Time just goes by. - That's right.

I realized it and thought,

is this my life?

Is this everything?

I've been married, no happiness.

My wives were terrible.

My first wife.

A whore. Gunilla.

Ivar's mother.

A real slut.

My second wife was a hysteric.

Mitja's mother.

She was paranoid and crazy.

She would be on my back

all the time, nagging.

Throwing fits.

I didn't have a single day of rest.

And my third wife, Torsti's mother...

Oh, Torsti.

- That's enough.

Torsti, why are you always

so serious?

He takes everything so seriously.

- No sense of humor.

Spade.

- Clubs.

I need my glasses.

- Grog glasses.

Speaking of which...

Even though

we haven't met that often, -

I see that we have

the same darkness in us.

The same blackness.

I'm basically a happy person.

There's no great sorrow,

but I have the same darkness.

We're our father's sons.

- Where do you think it comes from?

I don't know.

I can just see it in you.

Are you able to deal with it?

- Yes, but it still startles me.

I once had an affair with a woman.

It was just a harmless fling.

We ended it, and

then one day the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, -

and there was a man

standing in the rain.

He looked disturbed,

and he was holding a gun.

He didn't threaten me

with the gun or anything.

He came in, sat in an armchair -

and told me to sit down.

I sat down at the desk

so that I could escape -

if he started shooting.

But he just sat there,

with the gun in his hand.

He pointed the gun

at the ceiling -

and then put it on the desk.

He said I'd ruined his life.

It was the woman's husband.

He walked out and

left the loaded gun on the desk.

It's still on my desk.

Somehow it has...

Somehow it has made me

love life more than ever.

I'm more present in the moment.

But there is that darkness.

Through my work, -

I try to create

these golden reflections.

Imagine a polluted

harbor basin in the city.

It's full of waste,

yet when the sun hits the water, -

you'll see golden reflections.

I'm floundering in the basin, -

trying to create

these golden reflections.

And I feel Father pulling me

down to the bottom.

Does that sound...

Does that sound stupid?

- No.

Does it sound familiar?

Youth flies by

Where is my love?

You're in a party mood already.

I'm glad you came.

Unbelievable.

- Ivar.

The great connoisseur

of Byzantine history.

Which hallowed ground

do you come from?

What a reunion. You're here.

- I've been here six years.

Torsti, bring us chairs.

Unbelievable.

You've lost your hair.

- That's right.

It's so great to see you.

- Sit down, boys.

I have something to tell you.

We were supposed to study -

at the Martin Luther University

in Berlin.

I was too lazy to study.

Reuben, Simon, Levi,

Judah, Dan, Asher...

I got caught cheating on the exam.

- Will you serve us drinks?

Ask Torsti.

- I'll bring wine.

Valdemar, we need to discuss

family affairs.

Valdemar is family.

- I'm like a family member...

I invited him.

- I'm here more than in my own house.

You are my brothers.

He's my son just as you are.

- Unbelievable.

Besides,

Valdemar has an important role -

in tonight's surprise.

Dear members of the congregation,

dear Father.

It's the time for red wine.

- Sounds promising.

The altar wine has been drunk.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to tell you a story.

When I was a young pastor, -

I walked to the church

to preach a sermon one Sunday.

There were three young guys

on the steps, playing cards.

They were drunk, and

had bottles in their back pockets.

In my sermon, I asked

who could save us from our sins.

That's when I heard

one of the guys' happy voice:

"Hearts are trumps. "

And they toasted to that.

You haven't changed.

- Father.

Torsti.

- Boys. Ivar.

My brother.

My dear brother.

- Brothers.

A bit too much aftertaste.

- Ivar wants to say something.

We should sort certain things out

before we start celebrating.

It's great to see a school friend

and former colleague.

Mitja, what things

do you want to sort out?

There are a few things

we need to sort out. Ivar.

Yes, it was my wish

that we'd sit down, drink and enjoy.

And have an open conversation.

I also have something

important to tell you.

Maybe this is the right time.

I'm tense and curious,

said Jesus on the cross.

My dear sons, Valdemar.

It is not good for man to be alone.

Man was not created to be alone.

God dammit, I don't believe this.

- It's true.

What do you mean, Father?

I mean that I can feel it

in my heart.

Man was not created to be alone.

Man needs...

You really think she'll say yes?

To an old playboy like you?

Are you serious? - Your words

are like flies buzzing in my ears.

He's a little upset.

He's always been hot-tempered.

You're getting married?

He thinks he's getting married.

This is the decision

I've made once again.

Let's toast to that.

To Father's happiness.

To love.

- To love. - To love.

The greatest of them all is love.

Father.

- Yes?

Who is she?

Raisa...

- Your father invited me.

Raisa, is it true? Did you say yes?

Raisa honey.

My lovely pig! My birthday boy!

Happy birthday!

How come your father is so cute?

Are you serious? - I brought

birthday flowers and everything...

I brought cookies.

- Did you say yes to him?

My favorite cookies.

- No one has said yes to anybody.

Russian girl, you want to sit down?

- Torsti!

Please, sit here, at my right hand.

Where is Katja?

- Sit here.

Raisa. - Where's your fiance?

The one you ran after.

She's not my fiance.

- It's wonderful that you came.

Of course I came. My birthday boy.

- Oh, f***.

Everybody's drunk here.

- "We'll get married. "

You old f***ing stud.

We should have castrated you.

Where's your sense of humor?

- He'll kill him!

We should've locked you away

in an institution.

A toast to love. - Our father's love

illuminates us all.

Let's toast to that.

Well said.

- To lovely Raisa.

To beauty and love.

- The greatest of them all is love.

To life!

Father.

I have a gift for you.

It's a little story I made up.

The story is set

in the Polish countryside, -

in a village that later

became known as Auschwitz.

Christ grows tired

of people's sinful ways -

and decides to show himself.

He appears in Auschwitz on the day -

they are going to kill the children.

The parents accept this,

as they get a few more days to live.

The children scream as they are taken

to the gas chamber.

The children stare

at the steel frame on the ceiling, -

knowing what's ahead.

The children hunch down

on the floor, -

afraid of the gas

that spreads through the room.

That's when they hear Christ's voice.

"Do not fear, for I am with you. "

The children turn to look at Jesus,

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