The Commune Page #6

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Don't you talk to me like that!

- Hand me Vilads's plate.

- Sure.

- Where's Erik?

- He's working late.

Chicken, Freja?

I'd like some too.

That's normally my glass.

Thanks.

Hi, dear.

Hi, Anna.

Hi.

Help yourself to some food.

Can I...?

Here.

Where have you been?

Where have you been, dear?

What do you mean?

I've been at work.

I haven't seen you in days.

There's sand on your hand.

Did you hurt yourself?

What's it to you?

- Huh?

- Sorry.

How are you doing?

I haven't seen you on TV either.

Oh.

Well, I go to work every day

and she goes to school -

- but apart from that

we do more or less the same.

We get up in the morning,

we eat at the table -

- and we drink some wine

and go to bed.

With Erik.

What did you say?

Well, not in that way.

Not for a long time.

Only inside my tiny

little, stupid, old head.

No, I lie in my bed alone, but apart

from that we do more or less the same.

I guess you'll be having children soon.

- No. I'm not pregnant.

- Oh.

It's just that I know

that you constantly...

- Well, I can hear...

- What do they do constantly?

- They're at it.

- Are you eavesdropping at their door?

No.

Maybe I've stood a little too close

to the door. You shouldn't do that.

- No, you shouldn't.

- No. It's wrong.

You shouldn't do that.

Anna, are you upset?

No.

I've been dreaming a lot.

You know, when I'm half-asleep.

For instance I dream that...

...that he continues up the stairs...

...while you're asleep

so you don't notice.

- Who?

- Erik.

Maybe you do know.

But you accept it in your sleep.

He continues up the stairs -

- determined,

gripping the banister.

He opens the door to my room...

...and he moves

so confidently in the dark.

He knows how to take me,

because he knows my body.

And he knows -

- he has to hold me tight

in a certain way.

Then it only takes three minutes

before I come.

- Bring your plate, Vilads.

- Go upstairs and eat.

That's all it would take.

It would only be now and then.

Are you asking that of Emma?

Are you?

Are you asking Emma

to let you sleep with Erik, too?

Yes.

Yes, but it was just a dream.

Oh yes, just a dream.

The food is great.

- Any more chicken in the kitchen?

- No, this is all there is.

I could go for another piece.

- Now what?

- Erik, can we talk?

Honey, I'm busy.

It'll have to wait.

Okay, we'll do it now.

- Sit down.

- Where the hell did I put my fags?

- How are you?

- Get to the point.

Anna is going crazy.

You have to do something.

But I haven't got time, for f***'s sake.

I haven't got time.

My project is due in three days.

I won't be a teacher all my life -

- I can't deal with women problems

all day. Can't Ditte talk to her?

That's the point of a commune.

You support each other.

That's the whole idea.

Why can't Ditte talk to her?

Her sister-in-arms should help her.

- I'm the last person who can help her.

- You've been together for 15 years.

I don't blame her for falling apart.

She's a wreck.

She's desperately unhappy.

I don't think she can live without you.

- It's different for women than for men.

- I listen to your problems constantly!

I'm buried in a hole in my own house

trying to work -

- but I have to deal with

women problems all the time!

I can't!

I have to work.

When do you expect me to work?

I have to sleep and work, but I can't.

When do you expect me to work?

- When do you expect me to sleep?

- Calm down.

For f***'s sake!

So how are things with...

Steffen, no.

- I thought it a relevant question...

- It's okay, Anna.

It's going to be alright.

Okay. Things seem

to be getting out of hand here.

You all seem so unhappy,

and it breaks my heart to see it.

I think we should have a meeting

and get out the book.

Clear the table.

Well, if you want this house

to survive -

- I think we have to decide

who of you gets to stay.

Or else the rest of us will have to go,

and that's okay too.

- That's the deal, I suppose.

- Yes.

You want to vote on which of us

moves out? Fine, let's do it.

We'll each have our say.

Mona?

No, I don't want to...

- Ditte.

- Boom.

- Steffen.

- Boom, too.

- Boom.

- Yeah, boom.

- Well... we won't get anywhere then.

- No, we won't.

You have to sort this out

among yourselves.

We can't bloody well vote out

someone we love.

You have to sort it out.

That's what we're trying to tell you.

Sort it out among

the two of you... or three.

Hi, Anna.

Hi, Erik.

So, it has come to this.

Yes.

Do you want to move out?

No.

What about you, Erik?

Do you want to move out?

No, I don't want to move out.

I don't think anyone should move out.

I want to live with my daughter, here -

- for as long as possible.

So do I.

What do you say, Freja?

This affects you more than anyone else.

- Freja shouldn't decide this.

- Shut up and let her speak.

- What do you say, Freja?

- Stop. This is irresponsible.

Who are you calling irresponsible?

You've shut me out.

You won't even touch me.

You won't touch my skin.

- Stop yelling.

- You were never cut out for this!

Whose idea was all this?

Was it mine?

Sit down

and stop yelling at each other.

- Calm down.

- Shut the...!

Erik, yelling at each other

won't solve anything.

Relax.

- Stop it.

- This was your idea in the first place.

I have something to say.

I've never seen anyone as unhappy

as Mum is right now.

Mum, I think this place

is destroying you.

You're not yourself anymore.

I can tell.

It's horrible, as a matter of fact.

So I think you should move out.

As soon as you can.

I think you can do it.

Mum, I really think you can do it.

Freja, dear.

She just left.

Freja...

Freja?

Freja?

- We'll do it quietly.

- Do what?

Burn her stuff.

Mum, stop it!

- Mum, stay here!

- I'm just going to burn it!

Mum, we are not burning it!

There.

There, Mum.

It'll be alright.

It'll be alright, Mum.

There...

It'll be alright.

There...

It'll be alright.

There...

I'd like to apologise, Freja.

You've helped me.

I want you to know that.

So are you leaving?

Yes, but in a couple of weeks.

I have to find

another place to live first.

I love you.

Come.

Ole!

Look at this.

- Damn!

- It's a dishwasher.

- Allon bought it.

- Where did you get the money for that?

- What is it?

- A dishwasher.

- What's up, Ole?

- It doesn't interest me.

Why let the machines take over?

Oh, forget it!

- Hi, sweetie.

- Hi, Freja.

- Sorry we're late.

- Too right you should be sorry!

- Come sit here.

- Got yourself a girlfriend, Freja?

She's cute.

Cut it out, Ole.

Hey, it's a great dishwasher.

Allon, sorry. I love you.

Cut it out and come here.

I'm sorry.

I love you!

If you read the paper, you'll see

how love is on the decline in the world.

A new and interesting time is starting.

Maybe that's why

Vilads found a better place to be.

Vilads could only live

in the age of love.

Peter's waiting for me.

I'm going.

Oh.

Take care, sweetie.

See you. Bye.

- Will we see you later?

- No. I'm leaving now. See you.

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