The Hunt

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They're going in! Wait for me, for fuck's sake!

Come on, for fuck's sake. You're so slow! Hop on.

They're betting 1200 on who jumps in the lake first.

Come on. It's so cold.

Wait for me, for fuck's sake!

- Go. Jump in! - No, I don't want to.

It's freezing.

Shit, I have a cramp.

- Fucking hell! - Coming!

Put him in the recovery position.

Pump his chest a little.

Don't fuck him up!

- Did you check the eel traps? - I want 600. I came second.

There's hot toddy in the car. Come on, boys.

THE HUNT

Something fishy's going on here.

Oh, it's you, Pelle! Are you alone?

- Get him! Get him! - You're too many!

Watch out! I'm dangerous. This is my new weapon, Pelle.

- Hang up your clothes. - I have to go number two.

Lucas can help you, then.

Would you please help him? All his clothes come off.

Is jumping such a great idea?

- I'm done. - Can you handle it yourself?

- Hello! Wipe. - Hey, watch your tone.

Come here.

And soap.

Come on.

Hi, Klara. Something wrong?

- I'm lost. - Oh. Where's Mum and Dad?

At home. I forgot to look where I was going.

All of a sudden I was here.

You still can't step on the lines? So you don't know where you're going?

- No, and I don't remember the way. - That's a shame.

I remember the way. Why don't we go together?

I'll look up while you look at the lines?

I'd like that. Is Fanny coming too?

- Yes, she's coming too. - Good. She'll watch out for us.

- What's your favourite dish? - Probably venison.

Mine's fish fingers. Why do you work in our nursery?

Well, I was a teacher at your brother's school, but then it closed.

My dad says you're sad because you live alone in a big house.

Does he now?

Keep your head high and your feet on the ground.

If you are still sulking, you can get a kick up the arse.

- Did your dad teach you that? - You can get a kick up the arse.

- Can I come and walk Fanny? - As often as you like.

Try calling her.

- Fanny! - Louder.

Fanny! Come here!

- Klara, where have you been? - At the supermarket.

Sweetie. Haven't I told you not to run away from home?

- You want coffee? - Fanny, come.

- Go to your room. - Shit!

- Look what I found in the gutter. - Hi, Lucas.

Hi, Fanny. Who's a good girl?

Hi, babe. You didn't put that thing away like you promised.

Do you also leave your sporting gun lying about?

I've told you, it's a rifle. It's not a sport.

- Torsten! - Torsten!

Young lady, you have some thinking to do.

We're off to buy football boots.

Don't touch the pie! I mean it!

It better be in one piece. Torsten, are you coming?

Drop in one of these days. We'll make lasagne.

Lasagne...

She'll be furious. Like that. I got it.

How are things with Marcus and your ex?

Everything's fine.

I can tell when you're lying. Your eye twitches.

- Really? - Don't lie to me, Lucas.

She'll only let me see him every other weekend.

Call Kirsten.

Forget the lawyers. Quiet, Fanny!

Then don't mention Kirsten. Stop it, Fanny!

- Do you miss Marcus? - Of course I miss my boy.

- Pick up the phone and call Kirsten. - Stop!

- Down, stupid dog! - Stop it.

Shame on you!

He's unhappy that it's twelve days at your place and two at mine.

I think it works fine.

Can I say something? Thank you.

He wants to spend more time here.

He said that you were okay with it.

Isn't that true?

Lucas, what else could he say? He feels sorry for you.

- Come again? He feels sorry for me? - Of course!

- Please behave like an adult. - You have to set yourself aside.

I do, damn it! He was the one who asked.

You can't even keep an agreement. You're not supposed to call me.

When are we supposed to talk, if you don't call, and I can't call?

When can we talk then?

- I'm hanging up. - No. When can we talk? Kirsten?

Old rod, big rod, crooked rod, wrinkly rod...

- Rod, rod, rod! - Hi, Klara.

Look, Klara. A giant stiff rod.

- Let's go to my room. - Massive hooker rod!

- Good morning, Klara. - Good morning.

- Listen, you have to take her. - You never keep an agreement!

We don't have an agreement!

Are they arguing? Are you sad?

No, he can have a kick up the arse.

If you have children, you must take them to nursery!

- Shall I take you to nursery? - I'd like that.

I'll let your dad know.

- Hi. You're making a racket. - We can't find Klara.

- She's here. Why don't I take her? - Yes, of course. Bye.

It's okay. Let's go.

You can look where we're going, then I'll look out for lines.

You're so weak!

Who wants to fly?

- Me too! - Come here, then.

I need a break. I'm dying here.

- Me too! - Me too!

- He's dying. - Yeah!

- Wake up! - Come on, wake up!

Who's waking the dead?

Here's the hand of death.

Time for fruit.

We'll be right there. Clean up first. Klara...

I found a small present in my coat pocket.

I think you should give it to one of the boys.

- It's not from me. - But it says "Klara".

Then someone must be teasing you.

Why don't you give it to your mum or the person who made it?

And kissing on the lips is only for Mum and Dad.

It's not from me. You're lying.

- It's not from me. - Klara?

Boys. Tidy up. And wash your hands.

- Are you serious? - Yes, I am.

Hi, Pelle and Janus.

Hi, sweetie. Are you still here? Your mum will be here in a minute.

Excited about Christmas?

Do you remember the carol? Let's sing it.

I hate Lucas.

- I thought you were friends. - We're not.

Why not?

He's stupid, and he's ugly.

- And he has a willie. - Most men do.

So does your dad and Torsten.

Yes, but his is pointing straight out. Like a rod.

- Why do you say that? - Because it does.

Did something happen, Klara?

He gave me this heart, but I don't want it.

That's no good. Then throw it away.

Is Santa coming this year?

Yeah... You never know.

- I think he will. - If you've been nice, he will.

Hi, Grethe. Hi, sweetheart. Are you sitting in the dark?

I'm so sorry. I came as fast as I could.

Did you have fun? Something on your mind?

No, we've collected mushrooms and turds in the woods today.

Sounds nice! Come on. Let's go home.

- See you, Klara. - Bye, Grethe.

Come, sweetie.

Let's hurry home and make dinner.

Okay. Wow. I'm thrilled to hear that.

- Did something happen? - Bye-bye, see you!

- Did you talk about it? - Yes. He wants to live with you.

- He's very angry. - It'll be perfect.

I'll take him to yours as often as he wants.

Are you okay?

You'd better talk to him. I'll go get him.

Sorry. I'll just go through here.

Dad? It's great. But I can't change schools before Christmas.

- We'll manage. - I'd better go and see to Mum.

Okay. And Marcus, be nice to her. It's not easy.

- Of course. Bye. - I love you. See you soon.

- Sorry. Hi. - Hi.

That was my son. He's going to live with me now.

Coffee...

Coffee now? Here?

Yes.

Let's have some coffee. You want milk?

No. I want it black and strong.

You're supposed to be gentle, right? Do the dishes.

Just like this?

Thank you.

- Will you clean up the playground? - Sure.

- See you tomorrow. - Monday.

- Tomorrow. - No, on Monday. It's weekend.

I like it when we can see each other.

Me too.

Come here.

You're sweet.

You too.

Let's put it here.

You can't even hit the sack.

It's the first time I didn't shoot anything.

It really is.

Perhaps it's your eyes. You might want to try these.

Listen. I'll call Ulla.

You bring roast pork. Eel. Black pudding.

- Johan! Apple pork. - Let's just say cheers.

You'll bring apple pork.

Hello. It's Lucas. Hello?

I can't hear a thing. One moment. Hello, Lucas here.

It's me.

Pussy! Pussy!