Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga

You'll see why in a minute.

The song is called... Oh, and it's Napoleon.

Napoleon. No wonder, their song is called...

Erick, is your son OK?

He misses his mother.

"Waterloo," by ABBA, for Sweden.

Watch this one.

Quiet everyone! It's Sweden.

Lars! Sit down Lars!

He is going to one day sing and dance in the Eurovision Song Contest!

I'd rather be dead.

Look!

Little Sigrit is dancing!

She can't even speak!

Lars! Stop making a fool of yourself!

Stop laughing at me!

Stop laughing at me!

One day, I shall win the Eurovision Song Contest.

And none of you will laugh at me then.

Lars!

- Goddamn it! -

Sorry, Papa!

- -

- Lars? - Yes.

That was amazing.

I... It is not our best, but it was very good.

Perhaps it should be our song for the Eurovision Song Contest.

No, no, no. No way.

"Double Trouble" is the one.

- Yeah, it is super tremendous. - Mmm.

Your singing was very powerful tonight.

- Wow! - Yes.

Eurgh!

- Eurgh. Yeah. - Eurgh, yeah...

What is it you don't understand about electricity?

Hello, Sigrit. Heh.

Hello.

Idiot.

- But Papa, no, I have to connect... - Enough. Shut up. Shut up, Lars.

- But the lighting... - Shut up, shut up.

What is it...

- -

What a grump.

- Whoa. - Yeah, wow.

Super angry.

Since you were a baby, you've been under the spell of Lars Erickssong.

I know, Mama. I know you don't like him.

He's holding you back.

What you forget, I was the little girl who could not speak.

You could. You just didn't want to.

Right, until Lars taught me how to sing.

It was ABBA.

And Lars.

But mostly ABBA.

And, yeah.

Listen to me, Sigrit.

You know I believe this.

You are a true artist,

but art doesn't come from up here.

It comes from in here.

That is where we each can find the Speorg note,

the truest expression of ourselves.

But you will never sing it with Lars Erickssong.

The bank called.

I can no longer afford the house and my fishing boat.

I must choose.

Too bad about the boat.

So many fond memories. Heh.

I make money fishing.

I'm selling the house.

But, uh...

I live there...

with you.

You're a middle-aged man, Lars.

It's time for you to start living your life.

Time to move on from your childish dreams.

Be the man your mother wanted you to be.

She loved having me around the house, so she might not be happy.

Why did he bring me here to tell me that?

I see you.

- There you are. - Here I am.

- Hey, I'm checking you out. - Oh. I'm checking you out.

- Two cups of coffee? - Both mine.

- - Okay?

- Okay. - Yeah. Mmm.

- Is your dad still angry with you? - Oh, he's very angry.

And he's selling the house and kicking me out.

No! Where are you gonna live?

- It's a great question, right? -

Well, at least it'll be in our beautiful Húsavík.

Yeah, I guess so.

Yeah.

Oh, no, you don't, Lars Erickssong!

- No. It's too late, Olaf. - Take the ticket off my car.

It's too late. Once I fill out the ticket, it's too late.

What's this?

Sigrit and I are performing at the Captain's Galley tonight.

- Yep. - Why are you and your sister

- playing at the Captain's Galley? - She's probably not my sister.

I'm definitely not your sister.

Ragnar Loftonsson is retiring.

I'm not paying this ticket.

- But are you coming to the party tonight? - Yeah.

Of course I'm coming to the party tonight.

There's nothing else to do in this shit town!

I'm not paying this ticket!

Your father is ashamed of you.

- Whoa. - Okay.

- That's... - But, Olaf, we know where you live.

You will ultimately have to pay the ticket.

Your father is ashamed of you!

He's right.

- My father is ashamed of me. -

No, he's not. That's not true.

No, it is true.

After you left, he looked me deep into the eyes and said,

"I am ashamed of you."

- Oh, I don't know if that's... - And then,

he said, "You have wasted your whole life

on this one stupid idea of the Eurovision Song Contest.

And now you're a grown man without a wife?

Without a child?

- Your life is a joke." -

- Maybe he was drunk. - No.

He said, "And you might think that I'm drunk,

- but I am dead sober." -

"And I'm very serious."

Right.

- -

- - I am Lars, this is Sigrit.

We are Fire Saga.

- Whoo! - Stephan on the skins.

Yes, Stephan just got his first armpit hair today,

so he's pretty excited.

We have a special treat for you if you'll indulge us.

We'd love to play for you, our submission

for this year's Eurovision Song Contest.

No.

Play "Ja Ja Ding Dong"!

- - Play "Ja Ja Ding Dong"!

- "Ja Ja Ding Dong"! - Play it!

"Ja Ja Ding Dong," okay.

One, two, three, four...

Lars?

- -

Lars.

- I can't handle this. - I know.

Every time I try to show them what real music is, they laugh.

"Ja Ja Ding Dong"?

I can't take this shit! Okay?

- Okay. - It's like this much shit!

- I know! - I can maybe take this much shit,