Dag

- Right on time. - Of course.

It's all yours. Breakfast is served. Isn't this system awesome?

You are awesome!

As long as the china was wrapped in newspaper, everything was OK.

But then the eating, drinking, living and dying began.

Hello. You sure look happy.

- Ready for a surprise? - I'm not so sure.

Stop it! Are you ready?

Wow! How did you have time to write this?

It's all thanks to you, Dag.

It's about the war, as you know.

I wove together the story of the war in Norway -

- with my own breakdown as an author.

That sound like a lot.

The invasion is my diagnosis, the occupation my illness.

And the liberation, a metaphor for my own liberation.

It's my best work yet.

I'll bet. And in Norwegian this time, no less.

As a serious author, I am whatever the story requires me to be.

Insane!

I'm perfectly healthy and very happy. You know what they say, Dag?

You can take the woman out of the war, but not the warrior out of the woman.

My next book is about Joan of Arc.

Refill all the fire extinguishers before you start.

There.

Here you go.

- Do you want that slice there? - Yeah.

You're going to stay with me every other week, in my new apartment.

And you'll get your own room.

With a bunk bed that will be like a lookout tower.

You'll see the whole world from there.

And we'll have boys' night every time you come visit.

With a Super Mario tournament. And I'm going to beat you.

I am too!

- I'm gonna beat you! - Not a chance.

I'm the world champion. You betcha.

Hello there. Have a seat.

- So, are things better? - Than what?

I guess not.

We have tried.

Have you set aside time to talk every day, like we discussed?

When we've had the time.

But there always seems to be food to cook, homework to do, -

- a child who wakes up, or something else.

Laundry, bills... Things we cant do while they're awake.

So you'll discuss saving your relationship if you can find the time?

That's like serving a child's favorite food at his funeral.

Would you help your children most by communicating, -

- or breaking up but leaving a clean house behind?

We have tried. It's just real hard.

- Life is hard. - Wrong. Life is impossible!

Yet some people stay together for 50 years!

You never intended to only stay together for your children's sake.

Yet look at you know.

This isn't something we want. But we are so tired.

- We've run out of steam. - Listen to me.

You got lost, and you're taking it out on each other.

It's hard enough to change your own bad qualities.

Imagine trying to change someone else's!

But you both fell in love with the person next to you. Let that person be the same.

You're afraid to cut yourself on the pieces of your broken relationship.

Your children need you to focus on each other, not just on them.

You're making them just as miserable as you are.

Life?

Don't mention rope in a hanged man's house.

Life is a disaster! It's hopeless!

It's like asking Hellen Keller to describe a rainbow, -

- and telling her how beautiful it is while she cries!

This is important to me, -

- because you are intelligent and resourceful.

If you can't make this work, no one stands a chance.

And right now I need to believe that this is possible.

Actually...

We have decided to separate.

I just did my best.

Hey, it isn't you. It's us.

- Don't be sad. It's us. - Sad? Me? Sad?

- Malin, do you still have that Luger? - You bet.

Bring it in. I need to kill my patients!

Time to go.

Thanks.

You'll protect her, but won't save your relationship?

Do you think marriage is a game?

Do you think kids are some hobby to fill your empty lives?

Do you think kids are some hobby to fill your empty lives?

I'm sorry.

- Were you really going to shoot them? - No.

But I did imagine it quite vividly for a second.

Now they have something to talk about. And a mutual enemy.

- Dag, you are very considerate. - Thank you.

- All well with you? - Yes.

- About like you. - Really?

Great.

I hereby pronounce you husband and wife.

May you respect and follow each other until death do you part.

- Or... Yes. Good luck. - Thank you.

Hello, my wife.

I know. You told me the first night we met.