JUTLAND 1976
Remember, this is speed walking,
not running.
Stretch those legs.
Great.
Keep up the cadence.
Jan, get a move on.
Focus, Martin.
Stretch that leg.
Great.
Keep up the cadence.
You in the rear, keep up.
Almost there, boys.
Keep pace.
See you, Martin.
See you, Kim.
Want me to pudwhack you?
- Want me to pudwhack you?
- Don't!
- That's not pudwhacking.
- So what is?
- Hey, what's pudwhacking?
- This is.
- What's pudwhacking?
- Either you know, or you don't.
Come on. I don't know.
Who died?
Some old person, I bet. You usually
hear about it, if they're young.
See you.
SPEED WALKING
Hi, Mona.
CLOSED
Martin!
Martin...
Your mom is dead.
Let's go inside to your dad.
Well, Hans, Martin is home.
Come here, Martin.
Martin, come.
Come here, Martin.
No, Hans, don't.
There now.
Here, Martin, darling.
There you go.
There now.
Martin, bring Jens a beer, okay?
And I'll cook us some... pork chops.
- Why are you wearing Mom's jacket?
- Get out!
- Do you want a beer?
- Get out!
Get out!
Get the hell out of here!
I thought it was the flu.
- You didn't hear the ambulance?
- I had speed walking practice.
When the ambulance got here,
it was too late, Martin.
Too late.
- Can you die from the flu?
- I suppose so.
But this was cancer.
The doctor said
he'd never seen it go so fast.
It can happen with serious
blood cancer. None of us knew.
Jens isn't doing well.
Why is he wearing Mom's sunglasses?
- Anybody here?
- Yes.
Not now, Martin.
It's Sten Koch.
Hello, Sten.
It's just a crying shame.
Yes. Where's he hiding?
Hans.
I'm sorry for your loss.
I brought us a fortifying drink.
Cheers... Martin.
May I offer my condolences
on the death of your mother?
Sure, Sten.
And just before your confirmation.
It's still a couple of weeks off.
Martin will have to change
the seating arrangement.
And he and Maja put so much
work into it, didn't you, Martin?
But who's going to take
your mother's place?
Sometimes it doesn't pay offto be
ahead of things. Grab a glass, Martin.
When you're that ill,
sometimes it's for the best.
Maja was my best friend.
Then it's not for the best.
We have to get your dad
back on his feet.
- I'll help out as much as I can.
- And that goes for all of us.
I brought you a bit of fun.
For when you feel up to it again.
We used them more than enough.
- Thanks.
- It's the least I could do.
- It ate her up from the inside.
- Nasty.
Ta-dah.
Is it true that your mom's dead?
Bummer, huh?
I'm going to grab the small one.
We're heading home.
Coming?
- No, I'm going to stay.
- See you, Martin.
I just wanted to say we talked about it
at home, and we feel so bad for you.
- Stop by for dinner anytime.
- Thanks, Kristine.
- Cut it out! Are you drunk?
- Shut up.
- Don't drive in that state.
- Did you buy dinner?
- No, Ralf. Maja died, you know?
- I know Maja died.
Hi, Martin.
Hi, Martin.
Don't mind Rolf.
He's not right in the head.
I'm sorry about your mother. She was
the most beautiful woman in town.
My mom was a beauty.
When she died -
- I knew I was in for a living hell
with Lizzie, and I was right.
What good is that to Martin?
Now you're on your own, kid.
You've only got yourself to rely on.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Oh, you took down the flag.
Good boy. The butcher called to say
it was still flying at half-mast.
I'm glad you've got some sense left,
now that your dad is a mess.
Know where he is?
The pastor's waiting.
I've been thinking about you
and Jens all night. Grab the other end.
I don't know what the hell God's up to.
He deserves a good beating.
I don't get what the hell he's up to.
- Did you sleep here?
- Yes.
Lizzie and the pastor are waiting.
I can't, Martin.
Come on, Dad.
Come on.
Lift up your arm.
There. Come on.
Snder Omme Electrics,
Lizzie speaking... Hello, Mona.
It's very sad.
I'll be sure to tell him.
There now.
It's going to be alright.
Let's have a schnapps.
Use your arms.
Great, boys.
- Martin, good to see you.
- Hi.
Stop staring!
Ground contact.
It's speed walking, not running.
Keep up.
Great, boys.
- What?
- Nothing.
- Who's there?
- Martin.
Hello, Martin. We've all been so sad.
Haven't we, Kim?
May I offer my condolences?
Thank you.
Lift up your legs.
- What's that?
- A graph?
It shows the development
of Kristine's tits the past year.
- Are you picturing her right now?
- Sure.
Look, they started out like jelly beans
in December.
They developed into grapes,
and now -
- at the end ofApril,
they're almost the size of apples.
Is it true you kissed?
Who told you that?
Long Jan said you kissed
by the swings.
I wouldn't say that.
I bet she likes you.
Before long you'll be dating.
And soon you'll be screwing.
Have you done it?
I've practiced at Pelli's.
The guy who lives upstairs
from Mrs. Lindhardt.
How?
- Want to come some day?
- I don't know.
Know how to spurt?
Sure.
Don't tell anyone.
We're not homosexuals
like your uncle.
- He's not a homosexual.
- He lives with a man. You told me.
Only because of the housing shortage
in Copenhagen.
Is he coming to the funeral?
- He's one of the pallbearers.
- So ask him if I'm right.
They're going to go off the chart soon.
Are you in love with her?
You have dibs
because your mom died.
Practicing?
I went to see Kim.
I thought I'd take a shortcut.
And Kim was doing fine?
- Aren't you going to the inn?
- How did you know?
My dad met your dad.
He was there to book at table.
- Can I stop by some other day?
- Sure.
What, Martin?
Long Jan says you and I kissed
by the swings.
Nasty thing to say.
- What did you say?
- I told Kim it was a lie.
Are we going to kiss for real?
- Aren't you at all sad?
- Sure, but I'm not a baby anymore.
You only say that
because you're really sad.
Pull yourself together and mourn
for your mother and help your dad.
Then maybe,
after our confirmation.
But there must have been signs.
You must have known.
Why did Maja always wear sunglasses
near the end? We never knew why.
Why, Hans?
And what does the doctor say?
Why doesn't anybody tell us anything?
She was so skinny near the end.
God, was she skinny.
You'd think
she was starving herself. Poor girl.
And now our Maja is dead and gone,
and we can't even get to see her.
We haven't even been asked, and now
she's being buried here in all haste.
- Why can't she be buried with us?
- Because you aren't dead.
Oh, how will it all end?
I don't blame your brother for not
coming. He's ashamed of your father.
- Hans isn't to blame for Maja's death.
- How do you know?
Really, how do you know?
Excuse me.
Your father needs peace and quiet.
That's what he needs.
It's going to be
a nice funeral tomorrow, I'm sure.
Sorry I'm late.
Martin, I didn't think we'd see you
today, what with your mom and that.
The funeral isn't until one.
During Danish class.
I didn't bring a note.
You just go when you have to.
Come and get a mackerel.
Dip it in egg and coat it in flour.
Thanks.
- Let me help you.
- You don't need to.
Kim, really.
You've hardly beaten your egg.
Beat it briskly.
- It's not like you to be lazy.
- Kim is thinking about my mom, too.
We're all affected by it.
Let's hope she is dead. I heard about
a woman who woke up in the coffin.
Jan!
Get Keld the janitor.
Let's push her to the office.
He's called Janitor Keld.
I'm not attending your mom's funeral.
My dad is.
He was on the school board with her.
The rest of us don't want to impose.
Martin, cut it out.
Cut it out.
How old are you again?
Maja stergaard is dead.
I said it in the church,
and I have to repeat it to believe it.
Maja stergaard is dead.
Martin, are you okay?
When faced with grief and despair
such as this, we fall strangely silent.
We're heart-stricken -
- to have
such a loving person torn away.
And in her prime, too.
Now it's up to us to lend meaning
to the meaningless.
By... rallying round the bereaved.
By giving them a little of our love -
- help and support.
Encouragement.
What if she isn't dead?
What if she isn't dead?
- Martin!
- Maybe she isn't dead!
She isn't dead!
Let go!
- She isn't dead!
- Come here, Martin.
Maybe she isn't dead!
Let go of me!
Let go of me! I mean it!
She isn't dead!
She isn't dead!
Come here.
- Let go of me, Christian!
- Martin, your mom is dead.
No, she isn't!
Maja stergaard.
Ashes to ashes...
- She isn't dead!
- Martin!
Let go of me!
Let go!
Excuse me.
- There now.
- Breathe, Martin.
I've got him.
Easy now.
Martin.
How about a cup of tea?
- We haven't got time for that.
- Dear Martin, take it easy.
We'll join the others soon,
but I want you to settle down first.
- Or don't you drink tea?
- Yes, at Kristine's.
Come here.
At our house
I'm the only tea drinker.
Jrn wants his coffee.
And I think I'm the only tea drinker
at the department store.
So, Kristine...
Is that a girl you like?
Martin.
Martin, wait.
Thank you all for coming...
Good, Martin.
Come and sit down.
Okay, buddy.
Thanks, Christian.
And now I'd like -
- for us all to sing
Maja's favorite song.
Suddenly I don't remember
the name of the song.
Why don't I remember it?
She thought it was
such a beautiful song.
- Lizzie, help me out.
- Dear Hans, it's...
Hell, you don't know either!
I don't remember either now.
I'm really sorry.
- Don't be upset that you forgot.
- Thanks, Mona.
It's right on the tip of my tongue.
Martin, do you remember?
Silent heart
sun is setting
Sun sets o'er the moor
Animals go home
from the fields
The stork stands
in the nest
Silent
silent heart
Sun is setting
Silence o'er the moor path
And along
the winding roads
A belated humblebee
Buzzing all alone
Silent
silent heart
- Hans has got such a lovely voice.
- And you've got a lovely butt.
Damn!
Rolf... get a grip.
You're gorgeous, Anne- Marie. You
deserve me, not that wuss of yours.
Stop it, Rolf Blix.
This is Maja's funeral.
- Shame on you.
- You hot little...
Rolf, go home.
You're too drunk to be here.
Those who are out of line
have to go home.
Take it easy, Martin.
I'm just having fun with Anne- Marie.
Go!
Get out!
- Dad, help me, please.
- Martin...
Sure.
Martin is right.
This is no way to behave at their
mother's and my wife's funeral.
- Keep your paws off my wife.
- Now you man up.
I could get your wife pregnant four
times before you could spell cuckold.
- Come on then!
- I won't stand for this!
Alright, alright!
I'm going.
Let go!
You saw how Hans didn't shed a tear.
He already found someone else,
and I know who.
- Did you see her?
- Magda!
Why bury Maja here?
He already forgot her.
- There's no one else. He has cried.
- You see?
You're too young to understand.
Martin's about to be confirmed.
He understands more than you know.
Now the boys have somewhere to go.
MOM
GRANDMA
I put clean sheets on your bed.
Coming?
No.
I'd better seat Grandma next to me
at my confirmation.
You're a hell of a lot more mature
than she is.
She says you already found
someone else.
What do I always say about Grandma?
She talks before she thinks.
Is anybody here?
Hi, Martin.
- The door was open, so...
- Hi.
- You nearly jumped into the grave?
- Where did you hear that?
The whole town.
I'm kidding.
But I'm glad you weren't afraid
to show your grief.
- I just wanted you to know that.
- Thanks, Kristine.
Want to walk me to school?
Can I have a kiss?
Martin, they only just put
your mother in the ground.
Sure.
But you're doing good, Martin.
We're almost there.
Okay, a hug then.
But no tongue.
- Aren't you going to get it?
- My dad will get it in his office.
- I can't concentrate.
- No.
- Snder Omme Electrics.
- It's Mona from Solbakken.
- Hi, Mona.
- Is your dad in?
See you.
- Hello?
- No, he isn't in.
- Martin?
- What?
Could you ask him to call me?
- Yes.
- Good morning.
- Martin, wasn't that your dad?
- Hang on.
- It's Mona the hairdresser.
- Hi, Mona.
You're welcome.
We thought it went well, too.
Sure, we'll fix it.
No, don't worry about it.
No, life goes on,
and you can't do without your fridge.
I'll send a man round...
Well, if you want me to come,
naturally I'll come.
Great, boys.
Keep your feet down.
Well done.
Speed it up, Martin.
Frequency! And the rest
of you slowpokes, catch up!
Come on!
Come on, boys!
Alright, Martin!
Alright, boys.
Well done, Martin.
Martin, have you got a minute?
If you win the Snder Omme March,
you can go on to become -
- the champion in your age group,
if you're willing to commit yourself.
Sometimes you dawdle to walk
with Kim, but he's no match for you.
I forgot my towel.
What's up?
What do you want?
Let's do that thing again,
only more.
Not here, Martin.
Let's do it tonight.
Shouldn't you focus
on Kristine Hjort?
We aren't going out yet,
so let's practice first.
Tell her you won the race, and you'll
be going out in no time. It works.
- What does "confirmation" mean?
- To say yes.
- To what do we say yes? Group 1?
- To God.
- To what do we say no, Group 2?
- To the Devil.
And how do we do that,
Group 1 and 2?
- With the creed.
- It kills four birds with one stone.
We say no to the Devil,
we confirm our faith in God -
- in the Ten Commandments and
the Double Commandment of Love.
How does that go?
Lina.
You shall love your God
with all your heart, soul and might -
- and you shall love your neighbor
as yourself.
Can anybody tell us
how we rid ourselves of our sins?
- We ask God for forgiveness.
- Yes, Martin.
That is why at your confirmation
you confirm your faith in God.
God confirms you are his children -
- so you won't have
to carry your sins alone.
God helps you.
Hi.
Martin.
- Oh, you're not living offfast food?
- We like it.
I should have made you a steak,
but I can't now.
Need a hand?
Oh no.
Rolf is away on holiday, you see.
So I'm celebrating.
We pour vodka on... the sauna
and that kind of stuff.
You're too young, of course.
Bon apptit.
Say hi to your dad.
I want to talk to you, boys.
Your mom handled your upbringing.
I don't know the first thing about it.
So I thought...
You're big boys now.
Let's agree
that we're three adults now -
- and we'll look after ourselves
from now on, all three of us.
You're getting off easy.
You keep saying
you want to make your own decisions.
You don't even feed us properly!
But you love fast food.
Yes, and Jens...
It's time you took off those glasses.
That's for me to decide,
because I'm an adult now, right?
Yes.
- What if...
- Stop defending him, Martin.
- We could take turns in cooking.
- I can't cook, and neither can you.
- I have cooking class at school.
- No...
We could buy frozen dinners
and heat them.
I hear there are some
really good ones on the market.
Jens...
Dad...
What are you going to do with them?
I'm going to burn them
on the heap of stones.
I can't keep them.
You could give them
to the amateur theater at the inn.
No, then Frede the paramedic
and Mona the hairdresser-
- would goof around
in Mom's clothes.
Are you going to do it yourself?
I daren't ask Jens to.
I'll do it.
Then I'll buy you a beer
after your confirmation.
So, are you going out?
She owes me a kiss.
We could go to Pelli's.
Ever been there before?
Your mom just died.
I'm game.
- Okay, let's do it.
- Coming? It was your idea.
Let's go.
Hi, Jan.
Kim?
- Massage.
- Alright already.
Hi, Martin.
You've never been round here before.
Hi.
I was sorry to hear
about your mom's death. She...
- She was a very beautiful woman.
- Thanks.
You'd have liked some of that,
huh, Pelli?
No.
Anyway, she's dead.
- So, Jan, you want a massage?
- Don't spit.
- I'm not.
- You're drooling over Martin's mom.
- Creep!
- Don't, Jan.
- Sit your asses down.
- Yes, do.
There are lots of mags.
So you want a massage, Jan?
A little massage, huh, Jan?
Kinky, huh?
My mom saw your dad
at Mona the hairdresser's.
When he left,
Mona went around in panties.
He fixed her fridge.
- I heard my parents talking about it.
- Whispering like girls!
She's horny. You can tell
from her hard nipples.
So, Martin,
want me to pudwhack you?
No, Jan!
What are you doing?
- Don't... Be careful...
- Let go of me!
- You two in love? Like two pussies?
- Stop it!
- Come on, Kim.
- Stop it!
- No, Kim!
- He's thinking about Kristine Hjort.
- Kristine Hjort's tits.
- Her wet pussy.
- He's got a boner! Too much for you?
- Now... don't. Be careful.
- I mean it! Stop!
- What the fuck is this?
Give me that.
- Let go of Martin.
- Are you bossing me around?
- Ordering me around?
- No, no.
- Want me to pudwhack you?
- No, not that, Jan.
Wait...
No pudwhacking.
- He doesn't like it!
- You bet your ass he does!
- Yes, yes...
- Gross!
Martin, get a paper towel.
Get a paper towel.
So, do you want
to come back some time?
See you.
It was your idea to go.
- Now you know what pudwhacking is.
- Yeah, thanks.
Have you ever been in love?
With more than one at the same time?
You can only be in love
with one at a time.
Let's do that thing again.
- I can't anymore today.
- Come on.
Go to Kristine Hjort's. Catch her
before she starts masturbating in bed.
- That looks good.
- Do you take milk?
Was it tough to get rid of the clothes?
Kim and Long Jan helped.
You're pretty.
You're the only one who's never
teased me with my braces.
Sorry, but have you puked?
Not really.
Because of your mom?
I have to go to the bathroom.
- Ever seen birth-control pills before?
- Are they yours?
No, they're Nina's.
Diaphragms are a nuisance,
coils hurt and boys hate rubbers.
And the pill makes you fat.
Yeah well,
it's not an issue yet.
Want me to rape you?
Silly boy.
- Want me to pudwhack you?
- What's that?
How about a pudwhacking?
Hey, you're ticklish.
Ticklish, huh?
Kiss me.
Gently, Martin.
Mit Gefhl.
- Are you my girlfriend now?
- You move too fast.
Kim says my dad is seeing
Mona the hairdresser.
Kim shoots his mouth off.
If I hear something,
will you go spying with me?
Maybe they're just friends.
See you.
Bye, boyfriend.
Did you screw?
Tell me when you have.
Tell me!
Hello, class.
Sit down, back there.
The school calls me Miss Friis,
but you can call me Helle.
I will be substituting
for Mrs. Simonsen.
She has had a healthy boy.
Isn't new life great?
I moved here from Viborg,
and I live opposite the electric store.
Your dad can take her
instead of Mona the hairdresser.
Would you like to share that with
the rest of us? What's your name?
Kim.
I just told Martin
that you're neighbors.
- Hi, Kim. Hi, neighbor.
- Hi.
Lizzie is my friend,
so I've heard all about you, Martin.
Are you done soon?
Who did that?
Who took Mom's stuff?
I did.
- Don't do it without telling me.
- Dad told me to.
- Did you want Mom's old perfume?
- I wanted to do it with you.
I'll go get her clothes then.
What the fuck?
Did you do that too?
- Did you?
- I burnt them.
You didn't think
I might want to do it with you?
- But Dad said...
- But Dad...! Is that all you can say?
- Stop!
- Jens, stop that!
- Get out!
- Jens, calm down.
- This won't do.
- Get out!
Jens, calm down.
Get out!
Get out.
Come on.
Come on, Jens.
Take this, Jens.
It's Mom's, and it will make you sleep.
Drink some water.
There.
Sleep tight, Jens.
Good night.
- Get on.
- You took your brother's moped?
He isn't home.
The car's here.
- Let's go home.
- Scared, Kristine?
Kristine, I'll go first. In case
they're doing something really gross.
Martin...
If you call that screwing,
I'd rather not.
What else do you want to call it?
- Martin, you saw he was inside her.
- Yes.
Martin's dad isn't screwing.
He's just unhappy.
- You can screw and be unhappy.
- Shut up, Kim.
Anyway, screwing is a nasty word.
It's called doing it.
When are the two of you
going to do it?
- Oh, shut up.
- It's none of your business, Kim.
How about you, boys?
When are you going to do it?
Funny, huh?
I think I'm right
about what Martin's dad is doing.
He's being consoled.
If that means taking your pants off,
you can console me anytime, Kristine.
It's time you slept upstairs again,
Hans. You'll get ill down here.
I know. Martin keeps telling me, too.
He even made my bed.
- I went to see Mona again last night.
- Oh no, Hans.
I know I shouldn't,
but I can't help myself.
Men need their pussy
in bad times as well as good.
- What's wrong?
- I sat on the sauna heater last night.
It burns.
Half my ass is bacon. Look.
Rolf will throw a fit
when he comes home to that ass.
Christ, Lizzie.
As long as you can laugh at other
people's misery, it's not all bad.
Did you know men need their pussy
in bad times as well as good?
- Who says that?
- Lizzie.
Are you going to do something
about Mona the hairdresser?
I don't know.
You haven't got the guts.
Sit down.
- I'd like to get a perm.
- Let's make an appointment then.
- Monday at 3 p.m.?
- Fine. Bye.
Come and sit down, Kristine.
It's Martin.
Sit down, Martin.
You need a trim before
your confirmation, huh?
You don't want it too short, do you?
- I want you to stop.
- Too much?
Stop calling my dad.
Your dad's personal affairs
are none of your business.
Hello.
Want me to tell her?
Thanks for stopping by.
Well done, Martin.
I've got something for you.
My confirmation is a week after yours,
so you're invited.
Thanks.
I want to do it for real with you.
As soon as we've both been to church.
I promise.
I haven't really asked you
how you're doing.
Kristine and I are dating.
Congratulations, Martin.
I want to invite her
to my confirmation. And Kim.
- Theirs is a week later.
- Good idea.
Good idea.
Did you bill Mona the hairdresser?
She has to pay you
for fixing her fridge.
Yes.
I'll send her a bill tomorrow.
Seeing as you've got a girlfriend...
We don't want her to get pregnant.
I don't know
how serious you are, but...
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Here comes the sauce.
Eat it while it's hot.
- Well?
- It's good.
Sure, it may need a little...
I've heard the stories about me,
and I don't know if you have.
But anyway, they aren't true.
I know what you're up to.
It's not like you think.
Not anymore anyway.
Like a true angel Lizzie has given me
the address of a woman in Vejle.
She takes care of that kind of thing
without any talk.
You just get it over with.
No feelings involved.
I mean, I still love your mom.
Her name is Jytte, and you give her
some money, and that's that.
I'm a man, and I have needs.
So she's a hooker?
Yes, she is.
And she can't help it, Jens.
I'm telling you,
and that's that.
- Do you want a hooker for a mom?
- Jens!
I'm finished!
I'm going to stay at a friend's.
Are you coming to see the stone?
The cutter's placing it tomorrow.
And what about Martin's confirmation?
- It's crooked.
- Maybe a little.
We should be able to come here
without thinking it's crooked.
Help me.
Grab hold of the other side.
Ready for another go?
One, two, three.
Damn!
- What are you doing?
- Righting the stone.
You're teaching your son to fool
around on his mom's grave? Typical!
I object to all your accusations.
I loved Maja dearly and you know it.
You already found someone else!
I've heard the gossip at the inn.
- Now, Magda...
- Keep out of it!
Believe what you want to. I won't
tolerate any more of your trash.
Stupid bitch!
Give him the envelope.
We're giving you your present now.
- Welcome to adulthood.
- Thanks, Granddad.
And now we'd like to be alone
with our daughter, thank you.
Thanks.
I've got something for you.
Thanks.
It's for my confirmation.
Kristine is coming too.
You're invited to mine too, then.
I'm going to Kristine's.
I'm sick of speed walking.
Walking around on two legs
looking like an idiot.
- It's just not me.
- I know.
Let's do it now.
- I can't do that anymore either.
- But it isn't anything.
Sure it is.
It is to me.
To me too.
It's a whole lot.
I'm home alone.
That was almost for real.
I could have put
my wiener inside you -
- and you could have done it to me.
I pretended you were Kristine.
Did you do that too?
Yeah.
Let's recite the creed together.
We forsake the Devil and all his evil
deeds and everything about him.
We believe in God our Father, the
Almighty, creator of heaven and earth.
We believe in Jesus Christ,
his only son, our Lord -
- conceived by the Holy Ghost,
crucified, dead and buried.
He descended into hell. The third day
he rose again from the dead.
He ascended into heaven and sits
at the right hand of God the Almighty.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
Hell, you're going to be rich, boy!
I want to say hello to the young man.
Congratulations, Martin.
Let me see.
Looking good.
Here you are.
Wow, you lost the sunglasses.
- And you're donning yours.
- Well, Rolf came back, and...
I won't let that spoil the party.
Congratulations.
This is from Jens and me.
Oh, my God!
- Thanks a lot.
- You're welcome.
- We can't wait to play it loud.
- I can!
You got the braces off.
- Cheers.
- We're drunk and full of spunk!
- You can drink some more wine.
- Thanks.
- Okay, Hans?
- Sure.
Are you hanging in there?
- Is that why you invited me?
- No.
One more week, and then...
I won't give you a long speech.
So much has happened,
but today we're celebrating you.
You're a talented speed walker, one of
the fastest and the best on your team.
We're all looking forward
to the Snder Omme March.
You're a big support to me. At our
house you need to move fast too.
And that's as far as I got.
This is a terrible time
for all of us.
And I don't know...
how we're going to get through it.
But when I look at you,
I see your mom, too.
I see her courage in you.
A courage I myself lack.
I see your determination
to get the best out of life -
- even in the darkest hour.
I admire that, Martin.
I'd like to thank you for that, Martin.
Thank you for being you.
Long live Martin.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
And the long one.
Hurrah!
Cheers.
I'm going ahead to the house.
Go get her, Martin.
You're a man now. See you at home.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Martin?
Let's go to your house.
I'll be right over.
You go ahead.
- Are you okay?
- Sure.
About time, Martin!
Martin! Your friends say
they never tasted whisky before -
- but they can't get enough!
Here you go.
- With ice it's on the rocks.
- I'm going to grab a soda.
Martin... Hurry.
I want a hug.
Martin, we forgot to buy sodas,
so you'll have to grab a beer. Okay?
Are you happy?
Enjoying your party?
Don't mind me.
I can't stop crying.
That's our song, Lizzie.
- Family photo!
- Cheese!
Martin, come here.
Come over here.
Congratulations.
Some party, huh?
Want to go home? No.
Want me to clean you up
at my place? Yes.
Oh no.
Come along.
Hey, we've all been there.
Here are some clean clothes.
I told your dad you were here,
and he's stopping by in a minute.
Is that okay?
You sure entered adulthood
in style, huh?
Just remember,
you're still a boy too.
Kim and Kristine said to say hi.
They were looking for you.
He just needs to rest.
FINISH
- Go, go!
- Go, Martin!
Alright, Martin!
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