Memories of a Marriage
- Year:
- 1989
- 90 min
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Karl Aage.
Fix the tables, will you?
Sure you can handle this, Regitze?
the garden table. Go on, hurry up.
WALTZING REGITZE
Helle Schou Kristiansen - IFT A/S
One, two... five here,
five there. That's right.
- But let's just set the table for 11.
- When we've invited 13? Silly.
- Do you think they're coming?
- Well, they haven't said otherwise.
They belong.
There goes that friendship.
A lifelong friendship.
Your old mate wants to see us.
For meatballs.
They have a free evening.
How nice.
- Why do we keep on seeing them?
- I won't end the friendship.
- Maybe we are growing apart...
- Maybe?
Look, they've always been a part
of things... now and then anyway.
Now and when? You always swell
with pride when they show up.
Your friend, the manufacturer,
in his fancy clothes...
He got further and further away
from you. From us... from himself.
I can't stand it any more.
One day I'll tell him what's what!
Excuse me.
You'll never get the hang of it.
Well, he hasn't had
much chance to, has he?
Right, one should've stuck
to the beers and the easy jobs.
You're a lucky man, Karl Aage.
Soon you'll retire to a carefree life.
I wish I could afford
to drop the whole thing.
- My men are too sure of themselves.
- Do you mean your employees?
My men whom I pay a fortune. But
not to do slovenly work and jabber.
- I won't tolerate it any more.
- No more Mr Nice Guy, eh?
- I'm going to reorganize.
- Fire the lazy, irresponsible men?
Reorganize, as I said. It happens
to be my company, Regitze.
After the reorganization you'll
hire more cooperative workers?
I don't know what I'll do.
It depends on the situation then.
Satisfied?
You're a bastard
and you always have been!
I've often wanted to tell you that.
And I think I speak for Karl Aage too.
Now please call a cab.
We're going home.
I'm very sorry, Ilse...
You provoked him into acting
- I just told him my opinion.
- Do you always have to do that?
We've seen the last of them.
- Ilse!
- Hello.
Ilse, hello.
- I'm glad you could make it.
- Although I'm a bloody bastard?
Maybe not a bloody one. Come on,
we just have time for a drink.
It's turning into
It's a lovely garden. You've
really got yourself a nice place.
It's just great here.
You're a lucky man, Karl Aage.
But then I've always said that.
You must spend
most of your time out here?
- We do.
- And the rest of us never sit still.
What I wouldn't give to just sit
here with a cold beer. Right, Ilse?
This is Ilse and this is
my old friend Karl Aage. A drink?
- Don't you want to be alone?
- Rubbish, it's Saturday night!
- Anyway, Ilse brought a friend.
- Hi, it's Karl Aage, right?
Karl Aage!
Don't despair,
she's got plenty more, get it?
That's Vera and Vivi and Lis
and that's...
- Grete.
- Right. And this is Karl Aage.
A hell of a dancer
and a great guy.
You're supposed to look after her.
Go for it, she's not that bad.
- She's all right.
- Tell her she's smart. Be creative.
You're such a drag.
These two German soldiers were
discussing what to do after the war.
"I'm going to get pissed.
How about you," says one of them.
"I'm going to rent a car and drive
around in the great Vaterland."
"Great, but what are you going
to do in the afternoon?"
Borge's great fun to be around.
Hi.
Ilse's friend is ill. So you'll
have to cope on your own tonight.
Not that there's much doing here.
Let's dance, Ilse.
We can move on afterward.
- One orange soda.
- Do I have to bite a hole in it?
Remember when...
- Sir?
- An orange soda.
May I
May I have this dance?
Yes you may.
I'm Karl Aage.
I don't even know your name.
My name's Regitze.
An old-fashioned, dull name.
Regitze? I think it's pretty.
I mean it. It's a nice change
from all the usual names.
It suits you. Regitze...
Don't you like the sound of it?
Yes, when you say it
This is Annie and that's Rikard.
They're my very best friends.
Ilse and I are leaving.
Are you coming?
Of course you aren't.
I quite understand.
- Regitze, we'll take you home.
- Don't bother.
Karl Aage will take me.
- We're staying here this summer.
- Well, you have been everywhere.
Karl Aage hates traveling
and I could go alone...
Why don't you and I go
somewhere sometime?
Why don't we... sometime.
Here comes the next shift.
Nice to see you. This garden life
has put color into your cheeks.
We've been looking forward to this.
You too? How nice.
- Hello, Jonas.
- Thanks for the invitation.
- Even Borge and Ilse are here.
- Well, they belong, don't they?
Put on your glasses, Rikard.
Gangway, make room for John.
This was such a good idea.
Some party, eh? Wake up, Dad.
Wake up, Dad!
Come on, you two.
You're going to the baker's.
Party? Right, Mum wanted
to have a little get-together.
- What would you do without her?
- Right.
We're all here.
Let's sit down then.
Take a glass and a chair.
We didn't have time to fix that.
Listen up, everyone.
Karl Aage, you sit at the head
next to Gloria and Ilse.
Then Jonas and the kids.
John next to Ilse...
- and then Annie, Rikard, Vibeke
Borge and I at this end of the table.
Will you help with the drinks?
And, Vera, help me in the kitchen.
Right... let's have a toast.
Hello... Granddad?
We're waiting for you, Karl Aage.
Right... sorry.
- Sorry.
- We'd like to welcome you all.
Cheers.
What a perfect day
for Regitze's summer party.
- Where did you get all those?
- I bought them. Cheap.
Have you spent all your wages
on flowers?
I only meant to buy a small bunch
because it's Saturday, but then...
- You must be out of your mind.
- What's done is done.
Stop it... listen to me!
You crazy woman!
Don't worry,
I'm not going to make a speech.
I just want to thank you
from the bottom of my heart...
- for inviting Ilse and me today.
Ilse and I go out a lot,
maybe too much, ...
- and we have a load of
business dinners to get through.
And for the most part
it's boring as hell.
We have several acquaintances
we simply have to cultivate.
But we don't have
all that many friends.
And... well, I just want to say...
more at home than you, Regitze.
And you too, of course, Karl Aage.
Here's to both of them.
They go back a long way.
Is your Mum very religious
or something?
Only if it's religious to meddle
and make yourself unpopular.
Is it your wedding anniversary
today, Karl Aage?
Or some other anniversary, eh?
Don't ask him,
he's no good at dates.
There's no anniversary.
Pass the herrings, Karl Aage.
I never thought you'd up and marry.
We did the respectable thing
and married before we had children.
But you had John first.
Yes, we had him first.
Why did we get married, Karl Aage?
Your Mum.
Right. People didn't just
live together then.
In sin? Are you
living together in sin?
Well, we were lucky to get
the apartment. It's a bit dark...
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