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IF YOU LOVE SOMEBODY

Happy birthday.

Hi!

- Hi. - Britt.

- My name isn't Britt. - It's my name. Britt Marcussen.

- Cunt-Britt. - Yeah.

You know, Britt Mar-cunt. It was a joke of ours.

- Right. Hi. - You remember me?

- Yes. - Yeah? There you go.

- You parked that Merc out there, right? - Yes. I'm visiting my mum.

Wow! Fuck me, Katrine Kristoffersen. You did all right, you did.

- I'm Katrine Bygholm now, actually. - Sort of like "Pretty Woman".

- "Pretty Woman"? - You look great.

- Oh, thank you. - I have to tell Jimbo this.

He's gonna lose his marbles. "You met Katrine Kristoffersen?"

Bygholm. My husband and brother-in-law run that DIY centre.

The Build Brothers. "Build" as in "Bygholm". Also sort of a joke.

Yeah...

- Well, there you go. - Yeah.

So, a Mercedes, a suit and...

Big house, I assume? And a massive view of the bay?

- Yes, we live on Fjordvej. - How many square metres?

Three hundred thirty-four.

- How many baths? - Three.

- Cars? - Two.

- Kids? Do you have those? - I'm fairly busy.

I just wanted to lay some flowers. Say hi to Jumbo.

- Jimbo. - Yeah, of course.

Yeah...

Sorry! Sorry.

Easy now, Sting. It's on its way.

- What's that smell? - What smell?

That strange smell. Smells like wet paper.

- A faint smell. - Wet paper?

Like a fridge that has been switched off for too long.

- Karo? - Yeah?

Strange smell? Yes, you're smelling a strange smell.

Bloody hell! I can't possibly be pregnant again.

- Technically, you can. - Bloody hell! How'd that happen?

Well

Ronny, you have to turn that thing on when you're smoking.

- Can we talk about your dad? - I'm on the phone.

- I'm hungry. - Yes, but it's not time to eat yet.

Hey, Dad.

Look. It's that tasty one you like so much.

Eat it yourself. Your arse is too small.

Your tits are all right. I don't like when they're too big...

Dad. I'm Katrine. Stop it.

Listen. I am your daughter. You are my father.

- Don't talk about my body. - We fuck on Wednesdays.

We fuck on Wednesdays

- I want to go home now. - You are home.

- You live here now. - I want to go home now.

You know what? I actually have

I found something when we cleared your flat that I want to show you.

Have a look at this.

- See who that is? - Karo?

- Yes, it's Karo. - My little Karo.

- Karoline and me, Katrine. - Little Karo.

Yes, it's Karoline and Katrine. I'm Katrine.

Two girls. Karoline and Katrine.

- Who are you? - Katrine.

- The big girl in the picture. - Where's Karo?

Karo is busy, Dad. She's living out her grand dreams.

Number 17.

Number 17.

Number 79. Number 79.

Number 60.

Number 60. And we're happy.

Number 90.

We're on the balcony and I thought he might sense it, but so what?

- He asked for Karo? - Yes. He should be the carer's problem.

I don't owe him shit. I should just let go. Who is...

Who's taking care of him and bringing him cake?

- I can't be bothered with this. - I can't talk about my dad?

- You can, if it's something new. - I just need to share my pain.

You repeat the same thing every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

But you do want to talk about the DIY centre?

That's different. I have work coming out of my ears right now.

Fine, Markus.

Don't do that, Daria. We are actually your employers.

Everyone else has nice au pairs. We have an old, angry Pole.

- You wanted experience. - Not the angry Eastern European kind.

Well, I don't mind her.

- Are you having a shower? - Mm-hmm.

- Wanna join? - Yes, I'm tense.

- What are we gonna do? - We've done it before, Karo.

I'm not talking about abortion. I mean, us and this flat.

Money, our lives...

- Sucks that the café fired me. - But you quit?

Whatever. I cut my debit card and looked for a new job. Still am.

"I walk the boulevard, admitting life is hard."

- Bob Dylan. - Why don't you get a job?

- I'm a freelancer. - Freelance-what?

- What do you mean? I'm a DJ. - A DJ gets paid for gigs.

If you don't play gigs you're just someone with loads of records.

All right, then.

All right. Received.

- Fucking hell, Sting! - Sting, what the fuck, man?

You're gassy. Shit, man. Come here.

He's been lovely lately.

We'll figure it out. It always works out, you know.

Yes, and I get that. Definitely.

Daria? The door!

Yes, but my dad...

Sorry about that but he has dementia. He doesn't know what he's saying.

I'll have a chat with him again.

And I'm really sorry about that.

Say sorry to the poor carer on behalf of the whole family.

Great. Bye.

- Wow. - Hi, Kat.

- You're here to borrow money. - No, I'm here to see you.

All right.

- You going to ask about Dad? - Yes.

I can't be arsed talking about it. He doesn't know who I am.

He just stares at my breasts and makes vulgar comments.

This morning he tried to stick a finger up a carer's bum.

- How is everything, apart from that? - Good. I'm starting my coach course.

- Yeah, I think you said that last time. - Yes.

I just did graphic design for a DIY centre.

And we have a dad, who I'm taking care of.

I just cleared his whole flat.

- Money? How much? - I'll pay you back this time.

- Really? - I applied for so many jobs.

What about Ronny? He ought to apply for jobs too, you know.

- How much money? - It sort of got away from us.

- Vicious circle. - What's wrong?

- It's just the smell. - They're Gertz' chocolate croissants.

The smell?

Are you pregnant?

Yeah...

- What're you gonna do? - We can't have a kid.

Obviously. So you're getting an abortion... again.

- Katrine... - Don't Katrine me.

Please go. I can't stand this.

I've had four hormone therapy sessions.

Test tubes, micro-insemination, egg retrieval, laser assisted hatching.

Nothing sticks. You get pregnant whenever Ronny undresses.

No more coming here being pregnant right in my face.

- You call? - Yes, Daria. A hundred years ago.

But thanks for asking. Really helpful. Great work, Daria.

Don't you Polish me. I will fire you.

They're offering 120 mill. For 46%.

- Can you run the numbers again? - I doubt that will change much.

- Hi, Karsten. - We have to get that investment.

And we will. I just want to run the numbers again.

- She's pregnant. - Hi, Kat.

- I think the numbers are downstairs. - Karo is pregnant.

She comes asking for money saying something smells strange.

We agreed never to talk pregnancy, babies, hormones and whatnot.

I know, but it has to be scraped out, as per usual.

Tell Steen to come back when you leave, and you're leaving now.

No.

What the hell are we gonna do?

If need be, I'll have to sell some Motown. It'll hurt, but you know...

Who's that?

Hello? Why aren't you coming up?

- Who's that? - Katrine.

What's up?

- How much do you owe? - Well, it's probably...

It's probably something around...

You know, Ronny's mum had cancer about a year ago.

She wanted alternative treatment.

We took out payday loans and then debt collectors got involved.

Payday loans cost an arm and a leg. Then they fired me at the café.

One thing followed the other. Now we're being evicted.

- And Ronny is just... - How much do you owe in total?

In total, 190,000.

- 195,000, maybe. - You owe 200,000.

Yes. And Ronny's mum died anyway, so that was a waste of money.

Okay.

What if we give you what you owe,

plus extra on top of that, so you can start over?

Let's say we double it, so you'll get 400,000.

Katrine...

Thank you.

And we get the baby.

- The baby? - Yes, the baby in your belly.

You give me and Markus the baby when it's born. We'll adopt it.

It's just a suggestion.

You're welcome to decline and we'll never talk about it again.

We can write up a legal agreement. It's called kinship adoption.

And you should visit Dad. He's old and ill.

- That's for another time. - Hey.

Hi, Ronny.

I'll talk to Markus, you talk to Ronny.

What's up? Should I make some coffee, or is that...?

So, Katrine will pay us 400,000 and she gets the baby.

- Four hundred thousand? - Yes.

Okay.

I have to go through a pregnancy, have a child,

and then just give it to Katrine and Markus.

That's a lot of money. The kid will have a great life.

Big house and a jacuzzi.

Luxury.

A new start for us.

We could make use of that.

It is so much money.

Are you being serious?

We get a newborn only influenced by social inheritance.