Oldboys Page #3

Shut your trap, Erling! | - No.

You can't bring dogs and meat. | It's a federal crime.

They have to be quarantined. | - Exactly!

Okay, guys. Willy is really sorry.

He didn't have time | to bury Aase -

...and he didn't have the heart | to leave her at home.

We can't drive around | with a dead dog.

Let's just bury the b*tch in a ditch.

Let's vote on it. An anonymous vote.

Fine! Who is for it? | - Me.

For what? | You can't ask that way!

Listen! Why can't we vote...

Bye-bye.

Can I borrow your phone again? | I'll pay you.

I can't afford that, Frank! | - She's Danish.

The phone... I'll pay you.

Shut up about the money.

Try to get hold of Kirsten. | She's married to Erling.

Inge's son. | Mom, the kid with the mucus.

The movies? What did you see?

Okay. Put your dad on again.

She knows Vivi | who's married to Henrik B.

Yes... Take care.

Yes, I left some flowers this morning.

I saw you did too. | It looked really nice.

I miss him too. | He was a good man.

I have to go. Talk to you soon.

My mom.

Who died? | - No one.

My dad. But that's many years ago. | He died today.

Do you want to talk about it? | - No, no...

You know I'm a good listener, right? | - No, not really.

Traumatic experiences | can block your entire system.

It's 45 years ago... | - Fries with barnaise?

The fish is on its way.

He ordered tartar sauce. | - Sorry, we don't have that.

That's alright.

Your job doesn't require brains.

The least you could do | is remember what people order!

My friend wants tartar sauce | with his fries, you moron!

It's not okay. | - It's fine. I like the fries.

It's not okay. You need to | put your foot down, Vagn.

Imagine the world populated | by guys like him.

Put your foot down. Sometimes you | gotta say: "Hey, I want tartar sauce. "

Otherwise you'll be very unhappy.

Put your foot down. Alright?

You should eat healthier too.

It all has to do with | your childhood. You know?

You can just keep on going, huh? | - What do you mean?

You seem very persistent.

Just curious. | I think I can help you.

It builds up inside your body.

I've helped a lot of buddies inside, | just by listening.

You'll feel better afterwards. | - That's nice, but I don't need help.

That's what you say now.

In a couple of hours we split up. | We'll never see each other again.

Alright!

He died 45 years ago today.

I had just had my communion.

On Sundays we played soccer | at the local soccer field from 10-12.

My dad was in charge of the field.

He mowed the lawn | and chalked the lines before a game.

I used to help him. | Afterwards we played soccer.

Just him and me.

And then...

He passes the ball to me -

...and I'm running toward the goal | where he is standing...

Suddenly he was on the ground.

He was foaming around the mouth. | I didn't know what to do, so I...

I sat down beside him | and said: "I'm right here. "

I don't know how long I sat there. | It feels like days.

Some adults came and | the ambulance drove off with him.

I was in shock for weeks.

That image kept haunting me.

I didn't attend his funeral, either. | I just couldn't...

I know I should have been there.

That's something | I'll never forgive myself...

...for not being there.

What's going on? | - That's father Ekdahl.

We're going to a funeral. | - Who died?

Your dad. | - I don't want to. No, you're nuts.

Parting with Oswald Bendtsen -

...doesn't mean good-bye forever.

As it's written in | the Book of John, chapter 14:

"In my Father's house | are many mansions -

...and where I go, you know the way. "

No one wants to end | their days by saying:

"If I had my life over | I would climb more mountains -

...and swim more rivers, | take more chances -

I would have more troubles, | but fewer imaginary ones. "

The day is our Lord's creation.

Let us find joy in it. | Every day is a gift.

Seize the day and squeeze every | little drop of joy and love from it.

This is life.

Ashes to ashes, | dust to dust...

...Jesus Christ, our Savior -

will awaken you | on Judgment Day.

Amen.

Get off me, you sick f***!

Hey! Stop it!

Okay, party's ov...

Way to go, Vagn.

We can't stay. We have to leave.

Bastard!

I need my bag. | - Vagn! Grab her bag.

Her bag!

I have to pick up my son.

What the f***... | I just want to get my son.

Lone-ly lady fourty-one

cute and chubby, lots of fun

People aren't up for that.

We're sailing up the river...

Listen to me! | It's not the time nor place for singing.

It's not the words | you are saying

it's more the lying in itself

So you have a son? | - Yes. Patrick.

How old is he? | - Five.

Five! That's a good age. | - You have kids?

Not as far as I know. | Or no, I dont. Do you?

Apart from Patrick? | - No.

You have to be ready for kids. | - Yeah.

That's why I never had any.

Or maybe I didn't have time | or met the right person.

So you're married | or what do you do for a living?

I was married to Patrick's dad.

He owns the club I work at. | I'm a bartender.

Bartender! Wow, that's cool. | - I hate it.

He moved to Uppsala with a Polish girl | and they get my son every six weeks.

Great, right?

Where did you guys meet?

We met... His friends forgot him and | they have a soccer game tomorrow.

I felt sorry for him, | so I offered him a ride.

So that's what I'm doing. | - Okay.

So what do you do? | - Me?

I'll probably study psychology or...

Maybe coaching. Have you | read "The Celestine Prophecy"?

It's about a man's journey... | - I've read it.

Really? Have you read it? | Shut up!

Vagn! Vagn!

Jeanne has read | "The Celestine Prophecy"!

Are you a virgin?

I mean Virgo. | You're a lot like a Virgo.

Are you now an astrologer too? | - No, but it holds some interest.

What am I then? I'm not a Virgo.

Then I bet you're a Libra. | - Are you for real?

You're guessing. I'm a Taurus. | - Taurus is controlled by Venus.

A real fighter, but she's also lazy.

Incredibly stubborn, | but admits she's not always right.

Sometimes she's an introvert, but | she's mostly happy and outgoing.

That's true for everyone. | It might as well be Hitler.

That's so Taurus! | - I know a lot about...

Hitler was an Aries. | - Are Aries like Hitler then?

My son is an Aries. | Are you telling me, he's like Hitler?

All Aries are not like Hitler! | Some are.

All this talk about Hitler. | - For real?

I'm proud of my interest | in spirituality and...

What's so funny? | What's so funny?

A lot of my friends | have been grateful for my help.

I stood by them 100%. Right, Vagn? | - Sure, sure.

See? Friends who call me to talk.

John here.

Who?

Hang on a minute.

Vagn, it's your mother. | - She has my coach's number.

Are you that far, already?

Henrik, a lot has happened. | I'll get there on my own.

I'll drive you.

Just give me the address. | I'll get there.

Yeah, I'll hold.

She's unique. | - No, she's a b*tch.

She's nuts about you. | - No, she hates me.

She thinks you're sweet. | She looking again.

Be yourself. Don't be a smart-ass. | - Me? She's such a show off.

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