Kys mor, skat!

'Kiss mom, darling!'

My name is Vivian Larsen, and I am 35 years old today.

I am a happy person.

I like myself.

There are some who say I'm too much, but I get along well with other people.

I have good friends.

What else should I say?

Well, I have been taking care of myself since I was 14 years old.

I met my father only once, and I was 13 then.

And my mother, she usually calls around Christmas and that sort of thing.

It has been a long time, surely, but...

She lives in Jutland.

I have had many different jobs. I have been...

a cabin steward on the Oslo ferry, a bartender, a roulette girl in a traveling carnival.

I have actually tried... everything that can be tried.

I have just taken what was available.

I...

I have never had a goal in life.

But I knew what I didn’t want.

And back then, when I started driving a taxi, there were no problems with David.

Not at all. He was simply...

He was really sweet.

He took care of his studies. He was diligent.

He was very responsible. If I asked him to do something, he did it.

And much more than that.

It was like having a little man in the house.

We really had a great time, David and I.

But that night, when he stole my taxi...

It was as if something happened between us.

If only he hadn't taken that taxi, then...

Just once tell me one true thing.

Tell me what you are.

David?

What are you really?

Is this perhaps an interrogation, darling?

- I just want to know what you are. - David, darling, you know who I am.

- Your mother. - Up your ass, your damn uterine-gas.

Just keep me out of it.

What are you?

Oh, so you've forgotten it?

Has my mother suddenly forgotten what she is, huh?

Pay attention, and I'll tell you what you are.

You are full of crap up to your neck.

- That is what you are. - Now you're coming over here!

And it is now!

What were you the first time you forgot me in the orphanage?

And picked me up three or four days later at a dead-beat institution?

"I will never do that again, David, darling."

And you just did it again and again.

And when you came home with your disgusting plastic bag and threw it out...

you crawled into bed with me and said that I should comfort you and kiss you.

That’s a lie! I have never done that!

You can accuse me of a lot, but not that!

Why did it end up like that, that night?

Yes, why actually?

It may sound silly,

but I was madly in love.

And I felt there was nothing else I could do.

David and I can't sit on each other's laps all the time, can we?

I also need my own life.

I want to be loved.

Everyone wants to be loved.

Is it perhaps a crime to want to be loved?

Yes...

Now you mustn't misunderstand me, Vivian is a fantastic good friend.

She is the best I have.

We have known each other for seven years.

But...

I mean, I don't know...

Gradually, I've begun to believe that she can't help it.

It's like when she first falls in love, she forgets everything else.

Then she can only have one thing on her mind.

And then...

Then she moves out.

First it was Gasværks-road.

Then it was...

- Call for car 65. Why did she go this time?

Oh my gosh Britt, you've got yourself a lot of money.

Yes, but I don't have any kids, Vivian.

Radio codam?

Yes.

- Christensen? Number 7. - Calling 06.

- What do they say with number 6? - No, yesterday.

- Can they still not find it? - That road only goes to no. 13.

- Yes, we are coming. - No. 6, that’s nothing...

Him, the Pole again? No, and if you really must know, his name's Gerner.

Gerner?

You really can't be called that these days.

Now his name is Gerner.

But not like all the other guys I've known, Britt.

Men are men, Vivian.

- And your men... - Car 7 done with car 3.

Is David moving with this way then?

- Everything is new between Gerner and me, right? - What should it say here?

- Christensen. - When the time is right, David will move with us.

- 33, it's Aarhusroad no. 5... - When?

- Call 06... 06. - Well, I'm taking off. Good watch.

Yes, then I haven’t told about all the loose ends.

All the affairs, where she just took off with a plastic bag and a suitcase.

To try something out. David wasn't there for that.

So he must have lived alone in the apartment.

Why did you say that?

You never told me that.

Next time, I'd like to have a little word with you.

Stop!

Hi, David.

I was so scared I would be late.

Are you doing well, sweetheart?

Don’t you feel like there are a bit too many days off lately?

I don’t keep a record.

Neither do I, but your class teacher does.

I ran into him in the schoolyard. He says you haven’t been here for three weeks.

If it’s three weeks, then it’s three weeks.

What do you care? I told you I don't mark it.

But it’s been since I moved from home, David.

It is.

Here...

We need to come up with something, David.

You can't move in with me. That’s out of the question.

David, sweetheart...

He wants me all to himself, and he won’t get that if you’re around, sweetheart.

Let’s talk sensibly about this, David.

- Hi, David. - Hi, Vivian.

I had enough of your crap!

Vivian, come back!

Stop it now, Vivian.

What the hell are you thinking?

Who do you think you are? Psycho copper, huh?

Keep that crap outside.

- Understood? - It’s okay, you’re angry.

And you can call me whatever you want.

But it doesn’t help to run away from it all.

Vivian, come back now.

- David is waiting. - Nope.

Can you tell me what that cuddling is good for?

It’s not me. It’s David who has problems at school.

And I can understand that if he has to listen to people like you all.

Things are connected, Vivian.

Bongo, bongo and nonsensical nonsense.

David is your son, right?

Do you think I’ve forgotten that, you little snitch? Do you?

But where I am, who I am, and what I wish for in life is none of your business.

- Why can’t David go to boarding school? - Well, he can probably do that too.

It's probably good to have a little break between you two.

But we’re just not sending David to boarding school if he doesn’t want to.

Vivian, come back now.

Tell David, the tattle-tale, that I’m waiting here.

Well, that’s only one of the reasons.

I mean, Vivian’s longing for love.

I would rather call it a pretty big need for security.

And then there’s just the other reason.

And that is David’s enormous problems at school.

And you're almost there.

Honestly, that would be the best that could happen.

I couldn’t think of anything else.

It’s also easy to be wise after the event.

I don’t give 5 pots of piss about all her psychologist talk.

Should I be mad at my father because he wasn’t there?

Or my mother because she had some boyfriends?

When it comes to David, it was the best that could happen.

For him and for me.

And when he started stealing cars and doing that kind of stuff,

it escalated into something really big.

He wasn’t that bad either.

I mean, everyone knew that school was a faraway place in Siberia for David.

And we knew all about his nighttime escapades.

Taxi drivers are some of the most curious people there are.

They know everything that’s going on in the city.

Long before anyone else. Long before the police.

So when a 14-year-old boy is wandering around in the city at two in the morning,

it’s not to eat soft ice cream and look at toy stores, is it?

He was 13 the first time, he got caught for car theft.

No, he was 12.

And of course, it's all part of the same story.

And Vivian and David are not exceptions.

I mean, in my case files, I have hundreds of Vivians and Davids.

I promise you, he was just really good at that car stuff.

When he was seven, he was driving around in the parking garage in my taxi.

Radio check, 64 01, switching.

64 01, come in.

Radio, we have a young driver here named David Larsen.

He's 14 years old, and no one is home at the listed address.

Can you check for a Vivian Larsen who works at the Codam-car?

64 01, switching.

Yes, yes, I’m on my way.

Yes.

Sorry to disturb you, but do you know this guy?

No, I’ve never seen him before.

Try downstairs, they have plenty of young ones.

Does a Vivian Larsen live here?

Yes, that’s me.

What the hell have you done, David?

Yes, he has been out trying an Opel Kadett today.

Nothing special has happened to him.

But the car is completely wrecked.

Now it's not Herlufsholm.

Now it's a school home.

Understood?

Out!

Get out!