The Commune (Kollektivet)

- Hello. Are you Erik? - Erik Møller.

- My condolences. - No need for that.

- Anna Møller. - Yes, I know you.

Shall we?

- Here we are again. - It's been a long time, I gather.

- We haven't spoken since I was 22. - I never got to meet him.

900,000 kroner is a good price, but I'm sure you can get a million for it.

There are buyers looking in the area.

- A million? - Yes.

- They got a new kitchen before he died. - I can see that.

Your father would have preferred to keep it in the family.

Well, he can forget about that. For one million.

- I don't know your financial situation. - Let's not go into that.

- Just set the ball in motion. Sell it. - Very well.

- Right? One million. - Yeah...

- You lose one another in a big house. - Can you document that?

Sure, lots of studies show it.

The difference between living together and not is -

- that you can feel, see and hear each other.

Or perhaps living in a small place makes you small-minded, Erik.

An architect should live in a big house.

I'm not that kind of architect. Why do you keep saying that?

I'm a teacher, and you lose one another in houses that are too big.

It's mad to spend so much on a house.

And it's just too big. 450 square metres is too big, period.

Freja... Come along.

Let's try something. Coming?

Let's find the most distant spot.

Wow, it's a long way down.

Come, sit down. Do we have to close the door?

Yes.

- We go first. - As loud as possible.

- Ready? - Yes.

No, wait.

- No, Mum. That's cheating. - No.

Just a bit.

Okay.

I told you so. We heard you loud and clear.

- It's a ridiculous game. - Mum's right.

End of discussion. Try to find me. Toodle-oo!

- Where did he go? - Dad! Just because you lost!

- Erik? - Where did he go?

- Did he agree to sleep here? - Yes, but only for tonight.

- Wake me up when you're home, okay? - Sure.

Kiss.

- I love you. - I love you too.

Hi.

... after years of terror, hijackings, murders and kidnappings.

This job ban or mind control entails -

- that suspected left-wing activists are interrogated and investigated.

The news in brief: the trade unions and the Social Democrats are at odds -

- and the trade union president is now threatening to break off all ties.

Strandvejen. My childhood stomping ground.

But we can't afford to be here.

We can't even afford to say hi to anyone.

- Bye, sweetie. - She's going to the independent school.

- Drop her off at the church. - I know where to go, Mum.

- Anna Møller! - Can I have your autograph?

- Scram. - No, it's okay.

- Here's a pen. - Thanks.

Oh, bend a bit

it's over soon.

Kiss the vase

you're the flower in.

We've only got one day

to live

then you will wither.

The marina. Look at this court. Come on.

I spent many years here.

Remember Torben? He went pro. I used to play with him.

- I did. Go get that ball. - You and Torben?

Loop.

The sailing club is over there.

We had our old boat there.

If we lived here, you could go there and play tennis and come here and sail.

- But we can't afford it. - No...

Your hat is red

your scent is good.

I support your body

while I cool your foot.

We've only got one day

to live.

Soon it will be gone.

Take off my knickers.

Oh, kiss me softly.

It's over soon.

Kiss the vase

you were the flower in.

We've only got one day

to love

now it is gone.

Sun...

Sex...

...and then sun.

Anna, I've been over the numbers twice. Don't step on the article.

Sorry, but will you?

- Thanks. - I've been over the numbers twice.

570 kroner a month in heating alone is too much.

We just can't afford to live here. And it's too big. I keep telling you.

We'll just call some more people. Ditte or Ole.

No way!

I know what you're up to, Anna, but I won't live in a commune.

I get tired just thinking about it.

- I'm too old. - I already called Ole.

I'm bored, Erik. I need change.

You talk all the time.

You're so sweet when you do, and you make me laugh -

- but it's as if I've heard it all before.

Oh.

I need to hear someone else speak.

Otherwise I'll go mad.

This huge, fantastic house should be filled with fantastic people.

- What fantastic people? - Ole. Ole is very interested.

Ole?

Yes. He hasn't been feeling well recently.

I know! Ole isn't a fantastic person.

- But you love Ole. - Sure, as a friend. We watch football.

Imagine what might happen. It's exciting.

- Well... can I sleep on it? - Come on, old man.

Fuck, have you got servants, too?

Good of you to come at such short notice.

- You grew up here? - I did.

No wonder you're so aloof.

- It's a big house. - With an orangery and everything.

- Good to see you, Anna. You look great. - You too.

- What have you got in the bags? - My clothes in one of them...

- And leftist literature in the other? - She's a bright one, isn't she?

You're cute, too. Can I have your number?

Or are the two of you connected in some other way?

I sense this a job interview?

- Sure, you could call it that. - Yeah, sure. How are you doing?

I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

- I've been a bit spaced out. - Oh.

Because of Marianne?

She took off with a singing teacher. The High C, we called him.

I shot blanks, so she moved on.

I'm sorry to hear that. What a load of crap.

Living with you guys is a fun idea.

And I love you, so what's not to like? Right, Freja?

But you in a commune, Erik, I can't really picture it.

Oh? Got any money?

Got you there!

- I forget what we were talking about. - Money. Let's talk about money.

We want to create something big together, Erik and I.

- But this can be big. - The rent is pretty steep.

We'll work it out.

Did you know I once saw your dad faint purely out of rage?

In the public swimming pool. I caught you, Erik. Remember?

And I will do it again, because I'm your friend, Erik.

That just got me the job. I could feel it.

Did you feel it too, Freja?

What's so funny?

- You need to call others. I'm broke. - Yeah, sure.

How about Ditte and Steffen?

- Yeah, didn't she get a new job? - Yes, she's an associate professor now.

This is far too bright. I don't have furniture for a room that faces south.

- You mean Ditte Johansen? - How about this one then?

Now you're talking!

This is so me.

- Ole, do you mean Ditte Johansen? - Yeah, she's a manipulative bitch.

We'll just put our foot down from the start.

Can't we call someone else? You must know others, Ole.

We'll show her who's in charge. It won't be a problem.

- We'll bloody well have to. - You bet.

Okay, we'll show her.

Have you drawn up any house rules?

Shall I?

- They're still in... - Yeah.

- They're still in the works. - Yeah, they're a little incomplete.

Could you tell us about them?

Sure, they're...

- Have you made any or not? - Not yet, but...

- You need house rules. - Sure...

I'd love... We'd love to help. We have lots of experience.

Let me just add that the rent is pretty steep.

- A house like this, you know... - That's not a problem.

I haven't seen you in ages.

Hey, sweetie, can you tell them your name?

- This is Vilads. He's six. - Hi, Vilads.

He's got a heart condition, so he has to take it easy.

Oh, that sounds serious.

I'm going to die when I turn nine.

- Bloody hell! - Wow, you know that for sure?

No, we don't. But he scores a lot of points with that sentence.

- The girls love it. - Right on!

They only gave him a couple of years -

- but there's stuff he wants to do first.

That's the spirit. Good for you, Vilads.

- How old is she? - How old are you, Freja?

- I'm 14. - Do you think she's nice?

I'll only live to be nine.

He moves fast!

I'll probably also develop a heart condition soon.

- How do we do this? - Vote on it.

- Hell, I'm all for. - Me too.

- Me too. - And me.

- You too? - Well, it's a fact then.

Get Steffen a beer.

- A beer? - Please.

- This is going to be great. - Welcome.