The Worst Person in the World (Verdens verste menneske)

THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD

A film in 12 chapters, a prologue and an epilogue

You've been through the epidermis, derma and muscles.

PROLOGUE

Julie disappointed herself. This used to be easy.

She was still among the top students,

but there were too many

interruptions, updates,

feeds,

unsolvable global problems.

She sensed

a gnawing unease she had tried to suppress by cramming

by drowning it in digital interference.

This was wrong. This wasn't her.

She'd chosen medicine

because it was so hard to gain admission.

Where her excellent grades actually meant something.

But then she had a revelation.

Her passion had always been the soul.

The mind, not the body.

Surgery is like, so concrete.

It's almost like being a carpenter.

But now...

My passion has always been what goes on inside — thoughts and feelings.

It was like a window had opened.

Not anatomy.

If psychology will make you happy, then do it.

I think you're really brave.

I can't take it anymore. I don't want to.

She left him.

Though he was devastated,

he had to respect the way she took control of her life.

She observed her fellow students.

Norway's future spiritual advisers.

Mostly girls with borderline eating disorders.

Say you're at a party.

She still felt trapped in the role of model student.

All this cramming.

When was life supposed to start?

What's your name?

Julie.

The person's name is Julie.

Let's say Julie and I meet at a party,

and we feel a mutual attraction.

Hypothetically.

Actually, she was a visual person.

Now I know.

I want to be a photographer.

A photographer?

I see.

Julie spent her student loan on cameras and lenses.

As long as you're serious about it.

No safety net. No holding back.

Need help?

She took a temp job in a bookstore.

Started a photography course.

Super!

She made new friends.

It felt like coming home.

Suddenly Oslo was a different city.

New places. New faces.

Hi. Aksel.

Right...

You're the comic book artist?

She'd heard he was the creator of Bobcat.

Sorry, I'm a wild animal.

Have you read it?

Yeah.

So?

She pretended she'd read it.

She only remembered one strip she'd found vaguely sexist.

I know what you mean.

Nothing's ever good enough.

The only thing worse than all the idiots is yourself.

But...

If we go on, I'll fall in love with you. Then it'll be too late.

Maybe we should agree to...

stop seeing each other.

The problem is our age difference.

I'm just afraid we'll fall into a vicious circle.

You're much younger than I am.

You'll start to question who you are.

I'm past 40. I've entered a new phase.

Whereas you still need time to find yourself.

You don't need me waiting.

You need to be completely free.

I'm just afraid we'll hurt each other.

Later she said that was the precise moment

she fell in love with him.

Shall I put your bag in the bedroom?

Yes, please.

I have two copies of a book!

Huh?

Yeah.

I'll throw one away.

Can I have two shelves?

How many closets do you need?

How many can I have?

No, that's not how it works.

This is antique glass. All wavy and stuff.

No, don't do that. Not like that.

No!

Lift this catch here.

I'm terrified it'll break.

I gaze out this window.

- No way! - I'm not kidding.

Hey, that's how relationships work.

She's a bit frosty towards me. That's new.

Yeah? Why do you think that is?

It's embarrassing to say.

We've been single together.

Lived that life.

Then suddenly I move in with you.

- And you're happy? - Yeah.

No, no, no...

Did you date this guy?

Yeah, just a fling.

Okay.

Stop!

You're so predictable!

Let's just fuck.

Hello!

CHAPTER 1 THE OTHERS

- Happy to see you! - Me, too.

- Doing good? - Yeah.

Hi, Martin.

Welcome.

Thanks for coming.

Dad designed it.

We should renovate, but don't want to change anything.

It's beautiful.

Yeah, but there's stuff like that. Damp.

We get this room because we're childless.

Dibs on the top bunk.

I always feel that Tone doesn't like me.

She's just shy.

That's what you say about boring people.

- It's my turn now. - Okay.

Thank you.

Vin?

Vin de blanc?

Thanks.

Do you have any friends with kids yet?

No. Only one.

Guess this feels unfamiliar.

- They're very sweet. - Thanks.

So what are you doing now, Julie?

Aksel says you've started writing?

Well, I wouldn't exactly call it writing.

Being modest?

No.

Seems so.

Is there anything you'd like to do,

as a career?

Questions, questions, Karianne.

That question was vulgar when we were students.

Lucky you!

Yeah, we were.

True, we had a lot of freedom.

Being young today is different.

The pressure is heart-breaking.

There's no time to think.

Always something on the screen.

Take William.

If we don't set limits, he spends his life on screens.

Nice try.

Okay.

No, it's not your turn.

It's Martin's turn.

Julie's still the closest.

Bedtime.

- She's exhausted. - No!

No!

- Yes! - No!

I don't want to go to bed!

I don't want to!

Eva, don't make another scene. Come here!

No! I don't want to!

Let go!

- You silly girl! - I don't want to!

But I want you to!

I don't want to!

Kids can be intense.

Well, it's okay.

- Fun with kids. - Yeah.

Can't we just enjoy it?

Please. No fights.

There are kids here, and it's chaos.

Just try.

Try playing with them or something, okay?

Please.

Spare me the kid talk.

Sorry, but I wasn't the one who started.

You're with someone who's younger than you. There's a gap.

You're almost 30. Not a bad age to have kids.

I'm 44. I want to go to the next level. With you.

It has nothing to do with my friends.

You seem to be waiting for something. I don't know what.

Hello?

Jeez.