It’s Only Make Believe (Eventyrland)

When will it get dark?

I guess in about an hour.

That prick had better turn up soon.

Are you nervous?

No, I'm not nervous.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing?

I think I might be pregnant.

Shit. I told you so!

I told you so seven weeks ago.

"You're getting knocked up. I just hit the bullseye."

But do you want to?

Why not?

But do you like kids?

Of course.

I love kids.

They can be pretty stupid.

Yeah, complete morons actually.

Me and you — and a kid.

Why not?

You won't bail on me?

Leave me sitting there.

Fat and ugly.

Fat?

What?

You've pinched it?

Yeah, but I'll get a new engraving.

"Ken André"?

Fuck that.

But...

What do you want?

But it's really terrifying.

Yeah, it sure is.

What if it's loaded?

We have to take this.

Why?

We can sell it.

Sell it?

You're so daft.

Was it there?

Yeah.

But it wasn't a bag. It was a freaking backpack.

What the fuck is this?

Hey?

Shit.

"A tiny bag of hash"?

It's not even fucking hash.

Jesus. Goddamn Adne.

What the hell does he think he's doing?

Hey, what did he say anyway?

He'd stashed away a small bag of hash.

Couldn't he get it himself?

I dunno.

This whole thing stinks like hell.

We're not gonna take it.

It's worth a shitload.

We need the money. We'll be fucking parents.

Hey, what should we call the kid anyway?

You've got a name ready?

Yeah.

You do?

But... don't laugh.

You promise?

Yeah.

Okay. The first choice...

Fuck off.

The first choice

is Merete.

Merete?

That won't work.

My mom's name was Merete.

I know, but...

there are too many others with that name.

So Merete is "no go", like?

Tove?

Gunn-Tove?

Gunn-Tove?

Are you shitting me?

That's not even a name. Listen to it!

Gunn-Tove?

You just can't call a kid Gunn-Tove.

Where did you pick that one up?

It was actually my own idea.

Was it?

You got any suggestions?

What the hell was that?

Don't... Don't leave!

Let me check it out. Two seconds.

No, don't leave!

Let me check it out.

Don't go. Hide this shit.

Two seconds.

No!

Two seconds.

Frank?

Frank!

You have to sign out your belongings:

Marriage ring, Visa, keys, and mobile.

It still fits. Not bad.

417 kroner.

I sign here as well?

Going back home to Merete in time?

I'm meeting her next weekend.

What do you think?

Got butterflies?

Yeah.

Escorting me to the gate?

No, I'll open it from here.

I have to stay here.

Will I find the gate?

Across the yard and bang out.

You're always welcome back, you know.

You can do it.

When's she coming home?

I couldn't help myself. I just had to see her.

You can't just barge in here like this, you know.

What do you mean?

It could be terrifying for her.

"Terrifying"? What are you trying to say?

It's not as if she doesn't know who I am.

I've been here every time I've had leave, got to see her all the way.

Yes, but within an orderly framework.

What's so different now?

We agreed you could see her on Friday.

I suggest we start there.

What did you say last Friday?

"I want to go to the thrift shop and buy me a book."

That was positive.

I only said that to make you shut up.

Try not to be so damn negative.

We're here to try to be positive.

Leave all that old crap behind.

Your turn.

My neighbours are always so skeptical.

They say, "Look at her!"

Now I've cut my hair, cleaned up my act, and it's...

"What's with her?"

It's always like that. It sucks.

I wanna join a choir.

Saw a note at the supermarket.

They're starting a neighbourhood choir.

"A flock of jailbirds are we!"

Anyway, that's what I want.

What about you? What's your bright spot?

They told me to come here.

The whole point for me is

that you have something in your lives worth living for.

Focus on your future.

I bought her a horse magazine. But it got dirty.

Oh, that one.

She's got it.

She's got a subscription.

Okay.

You're really good!

Thanks.

I got you a horse magazine.

I didn't know you had it.

I lent it to a friend before I had time to read it.

Really?

Yeah.

That's great!

Yeah.

It's a bit dirty, but...

No, it's fine.

There's a horse necklace in there too.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...

Twenty!

But do you think I could stay with you sometimes during the weekends?

Would you like that?

Yeah.

Would you like that too?

I'd like that a lot!

Hold this.

Bye.

If it's encased in the wall or floor,

you've got a major challenge.

Because that's a huge job.

It's old cast iron. Maybe that's why it smells like rats.

If they've cracked, it can lead to an almost unlimited amount of problems.

So I won't allow any water into the pipes without a new stopcock.

How much?

Well, I need...

First I have to cut off the mains.

The stopcock alone takes a few hours.

If you're going to do that, you might as well go all the way.

Why don't you talk to the bank and get a loan?

Then we could renovate both the kitchen and the bathroom.

Shipshape.

Then we can give you a price.

But if my daughter is supposed to come and visit me,

it would be nice to have water in the tap — and the toilet.

You can borrow the car on the weekends.

Nobody's using it.

Drive as much water as you like.

We'll fix it.

Just stay out of trouble, and don't mix with the old crowd.

I won't.

That bird has a particular talent for finding bad company.