The Idiots Page #2

I'll tie it up.

Get into the car.

Round the damned palm

and out of the bloody lake.

No, into the lake.

- Right then.

- It's not very tight.

You're driving me f***ing bonkers.

- They're going.

- Round the lake...

Out of the lake, round the palm tree,

into the lake again.

I'd rather not help poke fun.

Hey lads, will you lend me a hand?

- Has it broken?

- I can't figure it out.

Katrine, we've got to talk.

I've a wife and a kid.

It won't do.

What do you want?

Maybe I bought it a size too small.

In the boutique, it fitted like a dream.

You want me?

Out of the question.

- It's impossible.

- Give her the ball.

That's right.

You are the most vicious c*nt

I've ever come across.

Hey! Stop trying it on.

- I felt you feeling up my back.

- I wasn't.

You were too.

If I do this to you,

can't you feel it?

Ped? Ped? They're... Ped?

Don't make passes at me

or I'll call my husband.

Go to the men's changing room

at the other end.

Stoffer, let go.

Let go, all right?

Yes, it's Stoffers willy.

Turn round, Stoffer.

There.

When I think about Karen,

I think of...

How do you say it in Danish?

A puppy? A little animal.

Maybe she stayed out of defiance.

I don't know.

It turned out that Karen

really needed us badly.

- Why do they do it?

- That's a bloody good question.

They're searching

for their inner idiot, Karen.

What's the idea of a society

that gets richer and richer

when it doesn't make anyone happier?

In the stone age, right?

All the idiots died.

It doesn't have to be

like that nowadays.

Being an idiot...

... is a luxury

but it is also a step forward.

Idiots are the people of the future.

If one can find the one idiot

that happens to be one's own idiot...

Miguel, right?

He is a happy idiot.

Because he is a happy man.

But there are people who really are ill.

It's sad for the people

who are not able like us.

How can... how can you justify

acting the idiots?

You can't.

I would just like to... understand.

- I mean...

- Understand what?

Why I'm here.

Why I am here.

Perhaps because

there is a little idiot in there...

... that wants to come out

and have some company.

Don't you think?

Got the sun lotion?

Did you bring it?

- No... you think it'll tan today?

- It always tans.

Thanks.

After the steps,

it's downhill all the way.

How's the wind?

That way!

Your style, Jeppe!

Yeah!

Stop! I'm not having it.

Look how far down it is.

- Now, Jeppe, now!

- Stop it, Miguel!

What did you feel for Jeppe?

Very nice.

Would you like to phone him?

- Now?

- Yes. Have you talked to him since?

- No.

- Would you like to?

I don't know,

I don't talk to any of the others.

From the group.

Why not?

Yes, they were a family.

I... Yes, they were, damn it.

I was on the outside.

But not emotionally.

Because I loved them all.

And they know it.

Maybe we just weren't so strong

together as we thought.

Stoffer, damn it.

Axel is smashing the shed windows.

Let him. Sheds are bourgeois crap.

Smashing windows is obviously

part of Axel's inner idiot.

There is also a man.

- What?

- A man.

Fine, Miguel.

- He says he is your uncle.

- Svend?

- That's what he said, yes.

- When did he arrive?

- Just now.

- Has he met anyone?

- Were they spassing?

- No, everyone's asleep.

Thank God. It's his damned house.

I thought it was yours?

Well, it is in a way.

I'm borrowing it till it's sold.

Hi, Svend.

These floors, right...

They were waxed every day.

Every day for fifty years.

- Every day, pal!

- Wow. bloody hell.

- Are they living here?

- Living? No...

- But they're asleep.

- I invited them.

To help shine the place up a bit.

They're qualified craftsmen.

How interesting...

that you know so many craftsmen.

What snobbery, uncle! Craftsmen's kids

attend the best schools now.

- That's Jeppe.

- Yes?

He does the garden.

- And the flagstones.

- The flagstones too?

- Did you get the For Sale sign?

- Yes, it was just what we needed.

Know what?

You'd better take this seriously.

Or I'll find someone else to sell it.

You know that, right?

- What kind of craftsman is he?

- A glazier.

Luckily, as a couple of the shed

windows are broken...

We're thinking of putting hardened

glass in all the way round.

- Drive carefully.

- Not on your life.

We're so happy here.

I have no right to be so happy.

Oh, you have.

Of course, you have.

You're allowed to be here

and you're allowed to be happy.

- Do you believe me?

- Yes.

Hello, we're from a commune for

the mentally handicapped up the road.

Hello... is your mummy in?

Hello, we've some

Christmas decorations for sale.

- Want one?

- No, thanks.

How much are they?

Ped, how much are they?

$80.

- And five cents.

- They're not cheap.

What shall we say, then?

- $600.

- And five cents.

- They cost $2.

- And five cents.

Let's hope it lasts.

Look, we made $2.

- And five cents.

- Yes, and five cents.

We've debased ourselves enough

in this shitty district.

You'd better come outside,

there's been an accident in your drive.

- Is it serious?

- I think you may say so.

The retards were out selling

and they fell over.

You're in a spot.

Your running stones aren't flat.

- "Running stones"?!

- Yes.

They're far too high.

- Yes, but...

- Sulked... sulking...

- A bloody mess.

I hope you are insured.

Insured?

Is anybody hurt?

"ls anyone hurt"?

Well, I mean...

Are you sure it was the cobbles?

Are you saying they drag their feet?

- That they're clumbsy?

- No, no...

That they're too clumbsy

to cross your cobbles?

- Sulk...

- Shut up, Jeppe.

Nobody will buy these now.

They're completely f***ed.

You've spoiled things

for the retards.

- How much are they?

- $4.

- Each.

- And five cents...

Society doesn't pay to keep them...

... so they can bust their tails

on your running stones.

You've forgotten one.

Man... man... man.

Why Christmas decorations?

Why the humiliation?

No wonder people

who are already head cases...

... get a distorted picture of reality.

Would you rather make kites?

- What's this?

- Quite. What's this?

I'm Vibeke and I talked to your uncle

about the house.

It is this house that's for sale?

There's no sign...

... and there's usually a sign?

It must have fallen down.

We must put it up again.

Unless I can sell to you.

It's a cute house, isn't it?

Though it needs a bit of work.

Who'd move into anything today

and not chuck in a couple of million?

That's true.

- This will be removed.

- OK. It's not a fixture and fitting?

- No.

- We should be so lucky.

Stop it!

There is one little minus.

- Oh? What can that be?

- I have to mention it.

There is an institution

just down the road.

- An institution?

- An institution for the retarded.

I thought Soelleroed Town Hall

had a policy in that respect?

A policy?

Of not mixing residential areas and...

...institutions.

I just thought... I don't know...

My husband and l

have been abroad a lot.

One comes home

and things have moved so fast, eh?

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