Rosita

A beer.

I'm sick of this.

-I mean it, Johannes. I'm sick of it. -Think I'm not?

Nice one, Johannes.

Thanks.

Could've been worse. The headlights survived.

-I think we can push it off. -I need to talk to you two.

It's been a while since your mom died.

I'd like a woman in my life again.

Just go to the pub with Johannes, Dad.

Let's do it.

Lone, they're lacking whole fish in the filet department.

-Dad. -Good morning.

Hi there.

Pussy straight from the tropics.

-Hi, Sandra. -Hi, Ulrik.

Come on. He won't bite.

-Hello. -Hi, Rosita. My name is Ulrik.

Well, he doesn't speak English, so say your sentence.

My name is Rosita. I'm happy to meet you.

Thank you for inviting me to Denmark.

-She's been practicing. -No, thank you.

Thank you for coming.

-I made coffee, so let's... -We can't stay after all.

-Frank's mom is in hospital again. -Another stroke. Left side this time.

-Just one cup. -No, you have a good time with Rosita.

We'll leave you two alone.

Bye, Rosita. You know what to do.

Bye, Ulrik.

This is the kitchen.

This is the living room.

This is the bathroom.

Johannes lives in here.

My youngest son, Johannes.

This is the bedroom.

Come and say hello.

This is my youngest son, Johannes. Johannes, this is Rosita.

-Where are you going? -Out.

-Hi. -Hi there.

How come you're in such a good mood?

My dad is installing a woman at home.

-A Filipino. -Oh.

I don't know...

He can't even talk with her.

-He may have other things in mind. -Very funny, Maja.

Well, we're the funny couple, right?

What would you like?

To get the hell out of here.

You could move in with me.

Give your dad and his new girlfriend some privacy.

In your one-roomer? I'd tear your head off within a week.

It was just a thought.

-Fish. -Fish.

Fish.

Hi, Dad.

-You didn't come home for dinner? -I had a date with Maja.

You couldn't have called?

Can I come in?

If you behave.

Would yi like a cup of coffee?

Would yi like a cup of coffee?

Would you like a cup of coffee. You.

Yes, please. I take sugar. I don't take milk.

Hey, Johannes?

-Hi, Jens. -I hear your Dad got a Thai wife?

Is she hot?

She's from the Philippines.

I don't know yet if I'll get to stay.

I must get a job before I can buy it for you.

I miss you.

You're learning Danish fast

and you'll get even better, when...

Having fun with stepmom?

Sussi kicked you out?

No, I'm just storing some crap in the shed before the baby comes.

Right...

It tastes good.

She wants to ask you something.

She wants to know if she can get a job at the factory.

At the factory? We can't hire her. She's here on a tourist visa.

We have to get married, before she can work.

I make more than enough. I just want you to have a good time, Rosita.

Okay, I have a question for you. You don't have to answer right away.

-What if we found something together? -Something what?

What do you think? Asshole.

I think we... we've got a good thing going.

-Don't you think? -Sure.

This is too small for us

but we could find another place. A real apartment.

Maybe somewhere else. In another town.

But everyone we know lives here.

-What? -No, you're right. It's just me.

-What? -No, that was silly.

What's this? There's so much.

-It smells like the basement. -No, I washed it twice.

You're just sensitive.

-This is perfect for this climate. -I really like the color.

-I'm glad my husband can't see me now. -He dresses like that himself.

-At least he doesn't smell of tobacco. -No, but he's fat.

So tell us... Is it big or is it okay?

I haven't seen it yet.

Are you saying you haven't had sex yet?

Maybe he misses his old wife.

Look, Rosita. Ulrik didn't just send for you to cook him hot meals.

Do something so he won't feel unmanly and send you home.

Always put some of this margarine on the bread.

And then sausage and jelly. And there you have a packed lunch.

Put some sausage and some jelly on it and make a packed lunch.

Don't speak English. She must learn the language.

How about you learn another language, Dad?

Filipinos are fast. They're used to getting ahead in the world.

If you've got a problem, do it your own way. Fine with me!

Okay.

Sure.

-You're just going to stand there? -I live here.

-It's my house, my kitchen. -So make your own lunch.

-Bye. -See you.

-Boy, am I glad to see you, Johannes. -Hi.

-Take over, will you? -Are you drunk?

-Go get Rosita. -What?

-She's at Joy's birthday party. -You do it.

-No fucking way. He's your dad. -Good luck with that, Johannes.

Oh, come on, Dad!

Come here.

Dad, go get your girlfriend.

Dad, come on.

Dad, come on!

-Party with us. -I'm not going to party...

-Sure. Come and dance. -No way.

Yes, dance. Dance, dance.

Fine, let's dance.

Thanks.

-I'd better go. -Bye.

Sit up.

Rosita?

Hi.

Hi.

Johannes.

-What? -I need your help with something.

I want to thank you for coming

and for everything you do in the house.

I think you're a really wonderful woman.

I'm sure we're going to make it and get along just fine.

-That we'll get along just fine. -That's what I said.

-So, how about a toast? -Sure.

-For me and for you. -Thanks.

Cheers, Rosita.

I smell like a fish factory. I'm going to wash my hands.

There you go, and let's turn.

Well done.