Memories of a Marriage Page #3

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Hi.

This is John's Dad. He's sped

home from work to congratulate you.

- Cheers.

- Right, cheers.

- Cheers, old man.

- Cheers.

Oh, sorry.

I really respect a real worker

like yourself. You are what you are.

- Not like all the pompous...

- Leave off it, Soren.

- Sit down.

- No, I'm fine right here.

Congratulations, my boy.

- I'd like...

- No speech. Let's move on, okay?

Bye-bye.

That little snob.

Just wait till I get my hands on him!

Long live them both!

Hurray!

Even the wind wishes them well!

Why did he have to barge in

in those scruffy clothes?

- Which he?

- Dad of course.

It's okay. Leave the boy alone.

I didn't know what to say anyway.

- But it's not that...

- Don't you ever try that again!

You felt better than us because

you've got that bloody exam...

- and have a chance to get a nice

job. Well, we won't call you "sir"!

- Leave him alone, Regitze.

- Don't be embarrassed by us...

- just coz you have a good head,

coz it's not all that good!

- Do you understand?

- I didn't mean it like that.

- Well, it sure seemed like it.

- I know that...

- I'm glad you're letting me study.

- We love you, John.

We love you so very, very much.

And we're incredibly proud of you.

- Let's keep it that way, John.

- Yes.

I'm sorry, Dad.

You're supposed to be smart.

How did you get mixed up in this?

Why didn't you like my girlfriend?

She's a vain little tart.

My boy deserves better than that!

- You could a least pretend.

- Why on earth should I do that?

- I've never done that.

- No, you just want the last word.

- You know I'm right. Elinor...

- Avy!

A model! That's the most

discriminating job I ever...

- I'd have more respect for a hore!

- Watch your tongue!

Haven't I brought you up to look

for more than just a good figure?

God Almighty!

- What if I want to marry her?

- You don't. Listen to me!

Live with her for a while

but don't ever marry her!

- I'll decide!

- Do as I say!

- You can't prevent me!

- You'll not see us at the wedding!

- Call, if you change your minds.

- Or if you do...

Wait a moment, both of you.

Let's all behave like adults.

Don't go, we're a happy family!

- Why don't I learn to keep quiet?

- I've often wondered about that.

Of course she isn't John's type.

But he'll find out by himself.

In time.

You could at least have tried to be

kind to our only son's girlfriend.

Oh, you moved, Karl Aage.

And it was almost a wrap.

You have enough pictures of us.

Let's dance now.

Get a move on, Dad.

Maybe we could...

You could call him.

Or maybe we could, you know, ...

- happen to drop by and say hello.

I'll put them in his closet.

- I have wonderful news.

- The coffee's waiting.

I went to see John. If he won't

come to us I have to come to him.

This couldn't go on. Anyway,

it's over with that dreadful tart.

- Come now...

- It's over and I'm overjoyed.

Well, at least he can

concentrate on his studies now.

He's starting on a shorter

education. He'll need it now.

- Why now?

- And he's found the loveliest girl.

Vibeke. He's living at her place.

She's just the girl for John.

I felt like I'd always known her.

I immediately took a liking to her.

- And the children are lovely.

- The children?

She's divorced and older than him

and she has two children.

I won't let you slink out

of dancing with me.

- Worried about your lawn?

- Well, it'll probably be ruined.

- Oh, it'll be all right.

- Sure.

Not too close.

Karl Aage is dancing.

Get out!

I'm not allowed out there.

She's been crying for hours.

No regrets! Men are like that.

Totally unreliable.

I'm hungry

but she's too busy to cook supper.

- Why don't you go get a hot dog?

- What about you?

We're having coffee... in-between.

John, don't stay up too long, eh?

It's very sweet of you

to be so patient.

Now, look...

The fact of the matter is

that Gloria wants a divorce.

She's going to stay here for

a while. She'll sleep on the couch.

I've told her she can count on us.

- That's what friends are for.

- Sure.

I've also told Gloria

that we'll do our best to help...

- and that you'll go home to her

husband and fetch some clothes.

- Me?

- No, I'll go.

No way. He'll beat

the living daylights out of you.

- Karl Aage will fetch it.

- So he can beat me up?

Right, Karl Aage?

Does it have to be right now?

It's late...

Think of Gloria's husband.

He doesn't know where she is.

He must be worried about her.

Women, Christ!

Gloria's husband?

- So she's not coming home?

- No.

She's never been gone this long.

I'm supposed to fetch her things.

My wife's letting her stay with us.

I don't know...

what comes over me.

Sometimes...

I didn't mean to hurt her.

- She knows that.

- Help me gather some clothes.

Sure... we even have

a suitcase somewhere.

Let me.

Here are your things.

I hope you can use some of it.

What did he say?

He understood that

it couldn't go on.

But he took it quite well.

- So go on back to sleep.

- You and Regitze...

Oh no, stop it...

- Would you rather rest?

- No, I'm fine. I'm not tired.

Tonight we're going to have fun.

Take a firm grip around me.

If I'd break

I'd have done it a long time ago.

Try again. Don't be mad,

I'm having such a good time.

- It's New Year's Eve.

- I have noticed, you know.

Go on back, Karl Aage.

Be a good sport.

- Don't leave without Regitze.

- Just shut up!

Why haven't we met before?

You've never been newly divorced

on a New Year's Eve before, right?

You're wonderful, Regitze.

Does your quiet husband remember

to tell you how beautiful you are?

Don't be so serious.

It's a nice evening. It's summer

and everybody came to the party.

Karl Aage, are you thinking?

Yes... tonight it's like

all the doors are open.

And I keep wandering

in and out of them all.

Are you having a quiet beer?

Great party, eh?

Cheers!

Don't be stupid, Karl Aage.

You have a great wife. I hope

you see to it that she has fun.

"But why the eyepatches?"

"it's their first day with a hook."

Regitze?

- What now?

- It's Karl Aage.

Have you come for Regitze's shoes?

- That's why you're here, right?

- Regitze's shoes?

- Right, she forgot them. So she...

- Shut up, Rikard.

Here you go.

And you can tell her from me

that it's silly to forget your shoes.

But how the hell did she manage

that? It must have been high.

You left before the party ended.

I went to fetch John.

But we'd better leave together

next time.

But there won't be a next time.

You were gone when I came home.

I've fetched your shoes.

You'd forgotten them.

Oh, right. The shoes.

How silly of...

I think we need a cup of coffee.

Karl Aage,

I want to ask you something.

Well?

Is it stupid of me to think

it could work outwith Jonas and me?

- Why shouldn't it?

- I'm being realistic.

And at our age. I mean,

none of us live forever.

But if only we got five years

together I'd be satisfied with life.

- More than satisfied.

- Why shouldn't you get ten years?

If only we could stretch time.

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