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-She's just washed it.

The maid. Maria.

-Hi.

-Hello.

Maria? Have you seen my wallet?

I can't find it.

No, but I haven't looked for it.

Do you want me to?

No thanks, that won't be necessary.

Thank you so much. I'll do it myself.

She's really cute. Exceptionally

beautiful, in a slightly cheeky way.

-What do you do at home all day?

-I'm working.

On the Mac. Hydro-Statoil.

I hope she doesn't think

I suspect her of stealing?

-Why should she?

-I'm not that keen on having a maid.

It's not me, in a way. There.

Why not end a hand at home?

You've got time enough.

-But I do.

-Here. Take this.

-Bye.

-Goodbye.

Maria? I found it.

Well, if you need some lunch, you

know where to find everything, right?

Very good.

Excuse me?

You lost this.

-No, I don't think it's mine.

-What about this?

No, it's not mine.

-What will you say when you meet her?

-I don't know.

Remember

to tell her I'm not a pusher.

That I'm really against drugs.

That I'm just your little brother.

Sure.

We can use these.

-Is she on your Facebook?

-Yes.

"Celebrated war reporter buys drugs

from underage male prostitute."

-How do you like it?

-Sounds good.

Hi.

Are you still here?

How long are you going

to be mad at me?

I can't stop this relationship.

It's so passionate.

We're so attracted to each other.

When he looks at me, he loves me.

-Why are you so disgusted?

-I don't see how we can be friends.

Do you want a cigarette?

He bought you a present?

Yeah.

Well, open it.

No...

No.

Axel! Axel.

You're having a nightmare.

I'm here. Mommy's here.

I'll stay here until you fall asleep.

Hello?

My, this place is a mess! Hi.

You could help

clear up after yourself.

Hey, hasn't Maria been here today?

Oh dear. My darling.

Have you been in a fight?

-No, I got something in my eye.

-Oh? What?

But has she taken Fluffy for a walk?

So why did he buy you that...

Stupid present?

You tell me.

He's your brother.

-Don't tell me you told him?

-No, I didn't.

Hi.

We saw the lights were on.

-Got any food? Or are you closed?

-No.

-I think hes a good man.

-I'm sure.

I'm talking about

Mr. "I hurt so much".

Him in the restaurant.

-See you tomorrow.

-Good luck.

-Maria said you needed a hand.

-Okay.

-Could you take this?

-Sure.

-Where shall I put them?

-You can put them here.

Here?

I'd better get Karsten to bed.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

You make me feel bad.

Maria, I hate you.

But I think about you all the time.

-I have to tell you something.

-You're married?

It's not about me, it's about you.

-Found something bad under my bed?

-It's not a joke.

Do you remember the picture in your

house you used to identify yourself?

The one from the airport?

Hi.

Is Andrej asleep?

Could you whisper in his ear-

- that his mommy loves him?

Bye.

Hi.

Maria's found another job.

And my shoulder hurts too much.

I can't vacuum.

No, it's part of everyday life

for many public figures.

I don't buy drugs or use drugs.

That pictures are posted...

Ive got an appointment

with Susanne Holmboe.

You're really childish, you know.

-Hi!

-Hi.

What a nice surprise.

Have you changed?

Oh my god. This is wonderful.

Oh, wonderful!

-Mom?

-Yes, Axel?

Why haven't you

told me I have a sister?

-Why haven't you?

-Because we thought...

We were your new family now.

There wasnt room for a sister?

-You didn't have the same father.

-Okay.

I see. Just the same mother.

That's not important.

But she'd already been

adopted to someone else.

And we didn't get along,

her parents and us.

You were attached to her.

Cried for her. Had nightmares.

She was older than you. Took care

of you. She was like a mother to you.

Just keeping in touch from

time to time, seemed ruthless.

It had to be everything or nothing.

Am I too hard?

No.

No, it's fine.

Why didn't you chuck this?

The worthless little girl?

Ive said you can

work on it together.

I landed the Statoil contract.

And you know what?

It's really been great here

Without you around.

So you can take a look.

Axel?

She's waiting for you.

Try to be a gentleman.

Please, have a seat.

Nice flat.

I inherited it

from my Norwegian father.

-He died three years ago.

-Okay.

He was a merchant captain.

It was he who first

heard about the two of us.

Really?

He got in touch with

the orphanage we were in.

Haven't they told you anything?

Remember this?

No.

You didn't want to carry it,

but it's yours.

It's mommy.

-Remember her?

-No.

Remember when we hid

in the closet together?

Why did I never hear from you,

if you remember everything so well?

I don't know.

C*nt! F***ing c*nt!

Hi.

How did it go?

You think I should see someone?

You mean like a doctor?

Maybe it's too big for me to handle.

Maybe I'll become a soft madman.

See someone, then.

I don't need a soft man.

Mad is okay.

Hi!

Hi there!

-Well, spot any elk?

-No...

Itll be okay.

It could've been a twig swaying.

It was an elk, okay?

Yeah.

-Couldve been a female with a calf.

-But it wasn't!

Why are you so upset?

Too much for you to handle?

-What do you mean?

-You thought you were man enough.

-Right.

-And?

Sorry to let you down, but shooting

elk is the whole point of the hunt.

The reason I hit it

is because I can see.

-I immediately saw it was an elk.

-It's still true.

You fired too soon. You didn't

even see what you were shooting at!

What are you trying to say?

What?

Spit it out.

What if you'd hit someone?

Hi.

Hi.

-I brought you some elk meat.

-You shot an elk?

I'll just take the meat inside.

Are you coming back out afterwards?

Yes.

Would you lock the door?

Mom made it.

It's probably too sweet.

Mom always stuffs

my bag when I'm home.

I think she's afraid

I'm not eating properly.

Do you have a bedroom?

It's hard to think

about my birth mother.

It makes me want to cry.

Is she dead?

She had a bad life.

He was a king,

was October.

I was a princess.

They lived among roses,

knew not the storm

of the perfectly simple.

They lived among roses,

knew not the storm

of the perfectly simple.

-Where are you going?

-I can't be with anyone now.

What are you talking about?

Remember the flyer

from the restaurant?

The soldier...

On the photo,

aiming at the two kids.

It's me.

It's me in the photo.

Hear that?

You know nothing about guilt.

About feeling guilt.

He feels sorry for himself.

I didn't mean to yell at you.

I just had a terrible nightmare.

The children in the picture,

the ones you aimed at.

Don't you think

they have nightmares too?

You knew about

your brother all along?

-But never did anything about it?

-No.

Do you know why?

Mom died...

...While we were hiding

in the closet.

I was the one who called the police.

My brother didn't understand

What had happened.

Hi. It's mommy.

Did you get the slippers?

I'll be home soon to check

that your toes are warm.

Very soon.

I'm afraid you have

to use the cloakroom.

Thank you.

-Are you excited?

-Yes.

Is that why you're beaming?

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