The Idiots Page #6

- Move him!

- We'll move him, damn you.

No!

No!

Go now, damn you!

Please get out of the way.

No!

Deep breaths.

All the way down.

On your feet, now.

Stand back,

I know how to deal with this.

- Stop being so agressive.

- You've no f***ing idea. No idea.

Jeppe, baby...

Is there any booze in the house?

Is there any left over from the...

- There's vodka in the cupboard.

- And beer in the bathtub.

Please stop doing your nails.

It kind of stresses me out.

Dr Dolittle is scribbling away

... it must be interesting, eh?

Will it result in a doctorate?

- Maybe.

- Got lots of pearls of wisdom?

And how about Henrik

the art teacher?

Do you think your work's any good?

... It was an experiment.

- An experiment?

- I like the top one.

And you feel you'll be more of an artist

if you go a teeny bit mad?

But not too much.

Just enough to be a proper artist.

You've no bloody talent

at any rate.

- It isn't the way I'd imagined it.

- You'd imagined it?

Your pathetic little spassing bit

is the only thing that matters.

If you'd opened your mouth outside,

she would have stayed.

- But now he's upstairs screaming.

- She's right, Stoffer.

Ped, Henrik, Jeppe and Josephine

are just as good retards as you.

Oh, now I've put my foot in it.

I have no faith in you.

The moment it starts hurting

just a bit, you cop out.

Tell us what you expect of us, then.

Tell us what you want!

For you to prove that you are really

into the whole idea, Axel, prove it.

Sod off home and spass.

Freaking out in Soelleroed

in no big deal.

If you can go back

to your families or jobs

and still be a spasser,

I'll believe you're serious.

- None of you has the guts.

- Listen...

Stoffer is mocking us.

Mocking the idiots.

Of course we can go home

and spass. Or spass at work.

Otherwise it's worthless.

Either you're an idiot or you aren't.

Who's going first?

Come on...

whoever the bottle points at...

... will go somewhere where

the people you're with really matter.

Shut up, Susanne,

this is important.

Aren't you in on it?

And Jeppe and Karen?

I've never heard Karen boast

that she was a great spasser.

That's Jeppe. If it points

over there... or here, I'm it.

Fine, I'll go back to Mona

and the baby and spass.

Or to the agency.

In fact, that would be

really, really awful for you.

You just promised, man.

You want me to flush my whole

family life down the toilet?

Nobody's saying that.

Your sow of a wife will just have

to learn to love your inner idiot.

I can't.

I can't.

Axel?

Come here a moment, Axel.

Axel!

Another spin of the bottle, then.

Yes...

When?

This is for you.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

Henrik, I have a little question.

Have we done the obelisks?

- The obelisks? Oh, the Odalisques!

- Is he going to spass or what?

He's doing f*** all.

I think it's time

for us to consider...

the calligraphy in Matisse.

Primarily I mean

"Les fleurs du Mal", 1944.

Oh, them? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Whether Matisse was

completely aware of his...

... effect on the bourgeoisie.

He was certainly provocative

and full of surprises.

Nobody could accuse you of that.

I need some air.

- Hello!

- Yes?

What's going on? F*** all.

You love this middle-class crap.

These old dames use more

make-up than the National Theatre.

It's lovely to have Henrik back,

don't you think?

What happened?

We didn't come to hear about

a French f*ggot and his calligraphy.

It's too f***ing bad.

- I tried.

- You coughed three times.

- It wasn't that easy.

- No.

Stoffer is right.

It wasn't good enough.

I had no pride in my inner idiot.

I wasn't good enough.

You did try.

I'm not coming back with you.

OK.

Ready yet?

Karen, my love.

Take care, now.

Take care.

Nana...

Let them go, Karen.

It was all lie.

I have something I want to say.

I just want to say...

... how happy I have been here.

Being an idiot with you is one

of the best things I've ever done.

Jeppe...

... who is almost like

a little child I might have had.

And Nana,

who is so sweet and funny.

And Miguel,

who has such lovely eyes.

And Ped, who is such a clever man.

And strong, strong Katrine.

And Susanne...

... who smiles at everyone so that

the very heavens shine down upon us.

I believe...

... I love you all -

- more than I have

ever loved anybody.

Maybe with one exception.

But that was so long ago now.

- What day is it tomorrow?

- It's Saturday.

Then it can be done.

It is my turn to go home

and see if I can be an idiot there.

I suppose I'll need

to take one of you along.

But there isn't room for everyone.

It may not be very pleasant.

I think I'd like to take Susanne.

Will you come?

I'd like that.

Good.

We'll see if I can show you

that it has all been worthwhile.

- Hello, Mother.

- Hello, Karen.

Come in.

Shall I take your jacket?

Karen...

Where have you been?

We thought you were dead.

This is Susanne.

And my sister, Britta.

Louise?

Karen came back.

What do you want?

I just wanted to see how

you all here... This is Susanne.

Anders is coming.

Yes, I suppose he is.

Karen, is that you?

Yes, Grandpa.

We haven't seen her for two weeks.

Not since the day before the funeral.

Anders and Karen

lost their little boy.

It probably hurt Anders most.

What with her just disappearing

and not attending the funeral.

My pet...

That'll be Anders.

- Hello, Grandpa

- Hello, Anders.

Hello, Anders.

Hello, Karen.

I'm sorry I couldn't come to...

To Martin's... funeral.

It just means you aren't too upset.

That's fine.

Louise?

Do begin.

That's enough now, Karen.

Shall we go?

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