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It's delicious.

Great contrasts between the fatty,
the freshness, the sweet and the salty.

All the flavors are present.

I totally get
where you're going with it.

- It's something else...
- What?

- A bigger plate.
- Yes.

- With the fig in the middle.
- Yes.

The fruit of paradise.

Let the guests assemble the dish
and take it in.

Let go of control.

Imagine all the lights turned off.
The dining room is completely dark.

The light is coming from the woods.

We'll have a piece made
that shines through the moss...

and illuminates
the tree in the middle.

It's the center.
It all begins there.

A TASTE OF HUNGER

COPENHAGEN - 7:23 P.M.

Thanks.

Here we go.

Wild apple with paradise apple jelly
and cream of apple seeds.

- Do you like it?
- Beautiful. Delicious.

The apples are amazing.
Can I get some?

- They're all gone.
- You've taken all of them?

- I'll keep them to myself.
- Right...

It's so good.

- That seat is taken.
- I didn't realize.

- He just went to the restroom.
- I'll be leaving soon.

A whiskey sour, please.

What are we having?

I'm having wild apple
with some paradise apple jelly.

- Delicious.
- Very.

Did you know it's a mistake
that the forbidden fruit is an apple?

Adam and Eve didn't eat an apple.
No one knows what the hell they ate.

Maybe it was a fig, a plum
or a cheeky little lemon.

Hardly.

The Hebrew word used in the Bible
means any fruit that grows on a tree.

Take the Sistine Chapel.
Michelangelo.

The snake that twists around the tree...
It's a fig tree.

- Help yourself, why don't you?
- Oh, apple...

The sinful fruit.

- I once dated a Catholic priest.
- Right...

Are you coming?

your wife is seeing...

your wife loves someone else

I really crave dick
when I've had a whiskey sour.

your wife loves someone else

- Will you stop it!
- I'll turn it off.

- Seriously, Carsten!
- Wait.

- What?
- We have a solo diner.

- In our restaurant? Now?
- Frank says so.

I didn't know Michelin were in town.
Did you?

- It's their first time with us.
- Fuck...

Yeah. Shit.

Get going.
You can make the main course.

Michelin don't care that this is
our first night alone in two years. Go!

I love you.

Maybe you should zip up
before you do the main course.

Say hi to the kids.

to Carsten

We need to fix that.

- Anders.
- Yes, chef?

How did it go before I came?

Fine.

Fine?

Some of them didn't eat the oyster dish.
That happens sometimes, right?

All right.

- Frank?
- Yes, chef?

Prepare an oyster dish for me.

Yes, chef.
Sofie! One oyster.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

Chef.

Here you go.

Thanks.

What the hell is this?
What is this?!

What is this shit?!

- Great service tonight.
- Thanks, chef.

But I just don't understand
how it is possible...

that we serve
over fermented lemons.

Frank?

Yes, chef?

Could you...

Explain to me what happened.
One step at a time.

Yes, chef.

I make the starter...
The oyster dish.

Halfway through service,
I run out of lemons from tub one.

- Did you taste them?
- I take the ones...

- Did you taste them?
- No, chef.

You didn't taste the food
you were going to serve?

No. We were busy...

Too busy to spend
ten seconds on tasting it?

- I forgot, and you usually...
- You forgot.

What did the Englishman
in seat 12 get?

The bad lemons from tub two, chef.
Are we even sure he's from Michelin?

That's fucking irrelevant!

Yes.

- Sofie, what's a chef's job?
- To cook.

How does he know
whether the food is good or bad?

- He tastes it.
- Yes.

- Did you taste the food, Frank?
- No.

- You're no chef then.
- Sorry, chef.

- I'm not your chef.
- No.

You're done here.
As of right now.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

- Anyone feeling sorry for Frank?
- No, chef.

You are off work now. Go home.

Clear the kitchen.
Off you go.

I said, go home!

Go on. We'll do this tomorrow.
Let's go.

SWEET

When they saw each other
for the first time

Get rid of it, do you hear me?
What the hell is he doing?

I'm really sorry.

I'll never hire you again!

The menu reflects the season...

We agreed on fucking sushi!
Normal rice and lots of chili mayo.

I'll go out and buy
what we agreed to serve.

This job will now cost us money.

How stupid is it to take money to work,
baby brother?

Taste it. Did they taste it?

Yes, and they hated it!

I'll be back in 45 minutes
with the right food.

They don't have anything upstairs.
Fix it!

- You two are fired. Get out!
- Torben...

Wash the dishes yourself, baby brother!

Thank you.
We'll pay you, guys.

Don't eat that.
There'll be sushi in a minute.

- Can I help you with something?
- What will you do in the meantime?

What will you serve while they wait?

I'm under a little bit of pressure here,
so take your happy mood and go upstairs.

May I suggest a drink?
They have loads of booze.

- The bartender will be here later.
- Don't you have a problem right now?

- Yes.
- Then let's make them a drink.

I'll help you.

- You just have to say yes.
- All right.

- Can you grate oranges?
- Yes, I can do that.

- Wash your hands then.
- Cheeky.

- What are we making?
- Whiskey sour.

Half a lemon. Squeeze it.

Into this?

That one is for me.

- You have to taste it, don't you?
- Yes.

What do you want to do in life?
What's your dream?

You don't mess about, do you?

Not: "Where are you from?"
or: "How many people have you fucked?"

I don't know.

You don't seem like the type
who doesn't know.

- I'll tell you what I don't want.
- I'd rather hear what you want.

I don't know you that well, do I?

Don't tell me you're making a hot dog
from my food.

I am. I love hot dogs.
It's a fun detail in my line of work.

- What's that?
- Anthropology.

It's a very democratic food.

Anyone can eat of one these bad boys
at four in the morning.

At the hot dog stand, where the dreary
class barriers are non–existent.

Everyone chats with everyone while
eating a hot dog with all the trimmings.

Try this.

It's really tasty.
What is it?

Pickled figs
from the island of Bornholm.

Did you always want to be a chef?

No one thought
I would amount to anything.

I went to Japan. Ran out of money.
Got a job as a dishwasher.

Then I met this chef who could...

He could really cook.

His food was amazing.

Very basic.
Structured. Healthy.

Those principles...
They really hit home with me.

I stayed for ten years.

One day he gave me this.

A Japanese chef's knife.

He said: "Hold on to it."

"If you do that,
you can become anything."

"Just remember: Only one person
can hold the knife in the kitchen."

Then he fired me and I went home.

- With Japanese know–how no one wants?
- I don't make Japanese food.

Then why did you take on
this sushi extravaganza menu?

My food uses local nature,
culture and produce and...

That's all you can do.
That's all you have to do.

You make food
that's worth being fired for?

- That's worth fighting for?
- Yes, maybe that's it.

You should have your own restaurant.
You should have a Michelin star.

Is that the dream?
Is that what you want to do?

Yes.

Maybe you should find yourself
another boss.

Now I want to know
what you want to do.

I want it all.

It all?

- Career, family...?
- Yes.

Well... What's the problem?

You just have to be attentive,
dedicated and passionate.

It's like that in the kitchen
but in love as well.

It's like that in life.

But who gets to decide?

The one who has the knife.

- In the kitchen.
- Right...

COPENHAGEN - 10:09 P.M.

I have to run down to the restaurant.

- To Dad?
- Yes.

Why?

Because Dad can't do without me.

A very important man is visiting.

- Should I ask Gitte to check on you?
- Yes.

Big kiss, sweetie.

Carsten?

Baby?

your wife loves someone else

- Hi.
- Hi, baby.

Where is everyone? How did it go?

Terribly.

Over fermented lemons.

Frank didn't have time to taste
the food, our fucking signature course.

- Have we been serving bad food?
- Yes.

- To Mr. Hamden from Michelin.
- Did he send it back?

No, but that's irrelevant.
We served bad food.

What did you do, Carsten?

I fired Frank.
We're finished.

I need some fresh air.

Can I have a cigarette?

That's that, then.
Our dream is shattered.

What do we do now?
Open a McDonald's?

Go home. I'll try to find him.

What are you talking about?

I'll persuade him to come back.
We need another chance.

- You can't do that.
- Carsten, this is our entire life.

I know, damn it.
How?

Michelin are in town. I'll bribe him.
He has a price.

Everyone has a price.

- I will find him.
- Don't be ridiculous.

Go home!

Hi, everyone. If you see a solo diner
who could be from Michelin, CALL ME!

Thanks.

- Where's Frederik?
- At the Palm Court.

Oysters, lobster, ham...

These oysters, yes.
Plenty of them.

- Hello, Maggi.
- Hello, Steen.

I need to have a word with Frederik.

We are finished anyway.
Let's meet with Bo in ten minutes.

- I don't want to talk to her.
- That's none of my business.

Just give me five minutes.

- Maggi, can you take this outside?
- Of course.

Frederik!

Did you send Carsten that letter?

Why didn't you come to me, Frederik?
What's happening?

Have you gone raving mad?

- Fuck you!
- Maggi, we can't have that here.

Did you know Michelin are in town?

They've not been here.

- Thanks.
- Give my best to Carsten.

SOUR
When Frederik saw Maggi

Wait for me!

It sure is muddy here.

- Where are we going?
- I know the perfect place.

These look good. Taste them.

- They're sour.
- Sour is good.

- No.
- Yes.

Sweet and sour, like lemon ice cream.
That's delicious.

It's important to combine flavors.

You talk too much about food, Dad.

Well, it's my job.

You're not at work now.

No, but food is important.

We must eat in order to live.

But you talk a little too much about it.

- Want to find some blueberries?
- Yes.

What the...?
You little...

Bread isn't just bread.
It can be divine.

- I don't believe you.
- It's true.

- Enjoying yourself, brother?
- Yes.

I'm coming for you!
You're too fast!

I'm glad you persuaded Frederik to come.
He's awesome with the little devils.

Yeah. I think he needed a break
from the restaurant. Hi!

- We found lots of lingonberries.
- And blueberries, I see.

Did they taste good?

I have to take this. I'll be back.

- Is it them?
- Yes.

- Frederik, kitchen time.
- Yes, chef.

- Some wine?
- Why not? I got the wrong brother.

Tell me.

We got it.

We got it? At list price?

Fantastic!

What's going on?

- That was just...
- What's up?

- Tell me what it is.
- No.

No? Yes!
Not so many secrets, please.

Close your eyes.
Close your eyes, sweetie. Go to sleep.

- Is this the last time?
- What do you mean?

- That you give me a cuddle?
- I will always give you a cuddle.

- Right?
- It's just because...

You and dad are getting a new restaurant
and maybe you won't have time...

to be together with me and...

With you and Chloe? Yes, we will.

We'll always have time
for the two of you.

- A stupid restaurant won't change that.
- Yes.

No, absolutely not.

Absolutely not.

- Promise?
- Yes, I promise.

If you promise me you'll go to sleep.
Will you do that?

Good night, Mom.

Good night, sweetie.

You always were good
at tending to a campfire.

You've got Mom's asbestos hands...

- Did you fall asleep?
- No. They wouldn't go to sleep.

They're asleep now.

What is that?
Something is crawling on me.

- It's nothing.
- Are you sure, Frederik?

Wait.

- Do you see something?
- Did you have this looked at?

You need to have it looked at.
That mole on your back is red.

What? What is it?

Haven't you noticed Maggi's mole?

- Yes, of course. I already told her.
- No, you didn't.

Yes. If it worries you, see a doctor.
I've said it a hundred times.

- It's just a beauty mark.
- I think you should see a doctor.

My brother–in–law had one.
It was very unpleasant.

I'll give him a call.
He knows people at the hospital.

- I'll handle it.
- I can text him.

Frederik, don't.

- Brandy and coffee, everyone.
- My very own St. Bernard.

- Stellan, do you want coffee?
- Yes, please.

No one will be cold tonight.
We've got liquor.

You'll get your brandy.

- Frederik, do you want brandy?
- Yes, please.

- Baby?
- Yes, please.

I'd better give that one to you.

- I'll have one as well, please.
- It's coming.

- I'll just check on the kids.
- Let them sleep.

Hey, do you need a hand?

You can give me some more wine.

Thanks.

Sorry about earlier.
It was none of my business.

- I'm sure Carsten has...
- Don't worry about that.

Of course.
I'll have it looked at.

- Thanks.
- That's good.

I think they need more wine.

Yes.

I did tell you, you know.

- What?
- About your mole. I did tell you.

- No, you didn't.
- Yes, I did.

- Is it sore?
- No, it's fine.

Should we tell the others?

I could tell them about the restaurant
at lunch tomorrow...

Be quiet. Go to sleep.

But nice evening... fucking fun...

You'll wake up the kids.
Be quiet.

They're asleep.

How old is this one?

Three to five years.
That's when they are the tastiest.

I feel sorry for them.
They're the same age as August.

Should we rather eat them
when they're little babies?

- Or ancient like grandma?
- You're mean.

Fucking hell.
Goddamn it, Chloe!

Be more careful, Chloe!

Sorry, sweetie.
I didn't mean to shout.

It's just because
it's the only one we have.

- Chloe? What's going on?
- Everything's fine.

Are you okay?

What's going on?

It was the vinaigrette...

Why can't we eat herring from a jar?

Because this is not your restaurant.

You're a Dad, not at work.

Shut up and go away.

Be a decent man instead
of making your daughter cry

just because she knocks over
a fucking sauce container?

Vinaigrette.
It's French.

Shut up, asshole!

- Are the apples ready, Frederik?
- Yes.

They are ready.

- Here you go.
- Great.

Look at this.
Thanks, Frederik.

- Do you know what it is?
- Oysters, but I don't like them.

Have a taste.
Smell them.

Back to nature, huh?

Frederik, one for me.
Look, August.

He's made magic again.

Torben, there's one for you as well.

It looks delicious.

They were meant to have
some vinaigrette... Anyway, enjoy.

I like oysters. They're best
when they're three to five years old.

- Says who?
- Dad.

Dad is a wise man.

It's amazing.
Don't you agree, Stellan?

A wonderful orchestration
of the four flavors.

A beautiful presentation.

Simple yet sophisticated.
It's really good.

"Good"?
It's amazing, don't you think, Torben?

Yes, if you enjoy smug snobbery.

Torben, cut it out.

I would like to propose a toast
to the nice atmosphere...

and to Carsten's delicious food.

- And Frederik's.
- Yes.

To you, Stellan. Carsten's mentor.

I also want to propose a toast...

to our new restaurant, Malus.

- We're doing it.
- Baby...

We are going to get that star.
Our star.

Ah.

- Why didn't you tell us?
- I wanted to, but...

- Cheers.
- Cheers, Torben.

- A Michelin star isn't easy to get.
- No, it isn't.

It can be the portal to Paradise
or the road to ruin.

You should be able
to expand the spectrum of flavors,

but do it carefully.

Keep it balanced
and add a few more flavors.

Then you have a signature dish.

I'm listening, Stellan.

- Hopefully Frederik is on board too.
- Yes, of course.

In six months,
you'll be doing take-out.

- Torben, honestly.
- They have to be prepared for it.

No. I say, well done.
Good on you. That's quite something.

But I don't get this:

You sleep together. You look after
the kids together. You f...

How do you avoid killing each other?

I want to scratch Torben's eyes out
at least once a day. Right?

Only once...?

Here's to Maggi and to our dream.

To our dream.
And the kids. Here's to you as well.

Cheers, sweetie.

- Cheers, Chloe.
- Cheers, Dad.

You shouldn't believe
that summer will come

unless someone gets a move on

and makes summer
a little more summery.

Then the flowers will come soon.

I make all the flowers blossom.

I make the cow pen nice and green.

And now the summer has come...

COPENHAGEN - 10:31 P.M.

Hi, Maggi
We may have a Michelin guy. Viv

Hi, Viv.
Where is he?

- He just left.
- Are you serious?

- Why didn't you keep him here?
- He had to go.

- Xander, where did the Englishman go?
- To Herman K., I think.

Yeah. That's a quick fix.

Yeah, it's nothing.
Yeah. We can do that.

Yeah. We can do that.

Great. All right.
Let's do that then.

I'll, um, I'll send you
my notes tomorrow. Okay. Bye.

Uh.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm sorry to bother you, um.

- Can I help you with something?
- Yes.

I'd like to ask if you have been
to the restaurant Malus tonight?

Why?

Because a terrible mistake
has happened

and we would like
to welcome you back tomorrow.

Uh. What's this about?

At our expense, of course.

Uh, excuse me.

Could you put this
on room 210, please?

The name is Smithson. Thanks.

Smithson?

Yeah. Uh, I've not been
to Malus, but I'd like to go.

Yes, um... I'm... I'm sorry.
This is a mistake.

FAT
When Maggi saw Frederik

Do you understand me?

Your mole is benign. Your blood tests
looked fine. Everything's fine.

So everything's just fine.

Yes.

Did you get a scare?

It's quite common.
It helps to talk about it at home.

Your fear is real
and it needs an outlet.

You have to talk about it.

Do you have somebody to talk to?

It's not always easy, but...

I suggest you do it.

Yes.

- Are those the last of the starters?
- Yes, chef.

- And the bread?
- Yes, chef.

They just called. They are ready.

The bread and the starters
are on their way.

- Hi, Maggi.
- Hi, Frank.

Hi, baby.

Do you have a minute?

We have 80 dinners that should
have left 30 minutes ago...

- Chef, can you come and have a look?
- Yes.

- Can it wait?
- Yes, it can wait.

Give me 45 minutes.
We'll go home together.

- I'll be back.
- Can you shop for school lunches?

- The sauce...
- Come on!

Hi.

Hi, Frank.
Is Carsten inside?

I sent him home. He was shattered.
Hurry home while he's still awake.

Come on, let's finish up.

- Enjoy your night out, Frede.
- See you.

Good night. Enjoy the party.

- Join us.
- I'm going home.

Come on. Join us.

You can't live on
just dreams and hope.

Sometimes you have to have a little fun.

Where are we going?

Aren't the others coming?

I don't know.

Did you get your mole looked at?

Yes, I did.

It was fine.

Great.
I was worried about you.

Thanks.

COPENHAGEN - 11:15 P.M.

Fuck!

Hurry home! Carsten

- Hi.
- In here.

Hi, baby. Did you get anywhere?

No, I didn't find him.

- Hi, Frederik.
- Hi.

I made some calls. It looks like
Frederik might be able to help us.

He... might know where Hamden is.

Hey, baby.

- So where is he?
- He might have checked into a hotel.

They're not sure. The new receptionist
might have got his name wrong.

- When will we know?
- They're going to call soon.

- Dad...
- I'll go. He just won't go to sleep.

Coming.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm just trying to help.
Is that against the law now?

Did you send Carsten that letter?

- Did you, Frederik?
- I don't know what you're on about.

Have you told anyone about us?

Remember you said
that everything comes at a price?

- Yes.
- How much did I cost you?

I didn't cost you a fucking thing.

Is it him?

Where is he, Frederik?

You chose Carsten over me.

Do you choose Carsten
over the success of the restaurant, too?

You have a lot of money vested in it,
don't you?

Your entire inheritance
and this apartment?

If you want to know where Hamden is...

I'm going to tell Carsten about us.

You're sick.

If you don't hear anything
about Hamden...

Carsten won't hear anything, either.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

It's your call.

What means the most?

Your husband
or your starry dreams?

Any news?

What?

It wasn't him.

But... but I thought...

No, it wasn't him.
It wasn't Hamden.

I'm sorry I couldn't help.
I'd better get going.

I'll see you out.

Be mad at me, but why take down Carsten
after all that he's done for you?

There's a final option. If you want to
find Hamden, come to my place tonight.

I'm sorry, baby.

I haven't been that...

that husband, that lover,
that father I should have.

All I've been is some jerk...

chasing a star.

I thought that...

if we just got that star,
everything would be fine.

And now... we can't charge
the menu price

that our restaurant is based on.
We're finished.

- No, we aren't finished.
- Yes, this means bankruptcy.

You gave me everything, and I took
for granted that it was all about me.

- Stop it...
- I needed to prove myself...

Stop it.

- There are two of us in this marriage.
- You deserve better.

You deserve better.
When was the last time you were happy?

We'll work it out.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Can I have a glass of water?

Coming.

There's a final option.

Fuck!

- Yes?
- It's me.

- So you came after all.
- Let me in, Frederik.

All right, take it easy.

SALT
That time in the forest

Hello.

Hi, baby.

Christ, Frederik.
Don't call me here.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

- I thought I'd get your voice mail.
- You are crazy.

I can't talk now, Frederik.

I got the job at the D'Angleterre,
so now we can...

- I'm gonna have to call you back, okay?
- Okay, I'll be waiting.

Okay. Bye.

I love you.

August?

August. Come on, sweetie.

Come on, pumpkin.

- What are you doing, sweetie?
- Looking for fish.

- There aren't any fish here, noob.
- Mom, don't fish live in the water?

- Sure.
- See?!

- Stop it, August!
- Hey, hey...

What are you doing?
Why did you hit her?

She called me a noob
and said there weren't any fish!

Well, that was silly of her.
Chloe, come here.

He's right. That was annoying.

- Don't call him a noob and don't hit...
- He hit me.

- I just told him not to. Apologize.
- No! I won't!

Apologize. I won't have this.
I'm sorry. And Chloe, I'm sorry, August.

On three: one, two, three.
You're the eldest. Say sorry.

- Him first.
- One word! Sorry.

Sorry.

- Sorry, Chloe.
- Sorry.

And a little hug.

And now... mushrooms.

Nice.

- This is a great mushroom spot.
- It sure is.

Remember not to touch the red ones.

I need to make a call.
Chloe, keep an eye on him.

Yes.

Chloe.

Look at all the mushrooms I've found.

Come here!

Idiot.

- Hello.
- Do you hear me?

- I can't hear you.
- Better?

- Now.
- Hi.

Hi.

I just... wanted to hear your voice.

You are crazy.

- Can you come to Paris?
- I don't know yet.

I'll figure it out,
but it's not that simple, you know?

Do you want this?

You're the one that I want.

You know that, right?

Frederik?

Help me out here.

- I'm afraid I'll lose you.
- You won't.

I'm right here.

Hello.

- Okay.
- Good.

I can't wait to see you.

I'll call you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- So, how many have we found?
- Here.

- Let me see. Are there a lot?
- A few.

Where's August?

August?

- Where is he?
- I don't know. He was right over there.

He's hiding, the little rascal.

Chloe and I are going home
for hot dogs, August. Bye!

August!

August.

- Where did you see him again?
- There, when you were on the phone.

August!

- Damn it, I asked you to watch him.
- I can't watch him all the time.

Be quiet.

Shit!

- He didn't go to the lake, did he?
- I don't know.

- Damn it! I told you to watch him.
- I can't watch him all the time.

- Yes, when I ask you to!
- No. Wait for me.

- I can't find August.
- Where is he?

He was with us a minute ago,
gathering mushrooms.

- He was with Chloe. He's gone now.
- It'll be dark in 20 minutes.

Send Chloe to the main road
so she can guide us to you.

Chloe, Dad is on his way with Stellan
and the others.

Take the path back to the road
and show them the way here.

- Alone?
- Yes, I have to look for August.

- You can do it.
- I'll get lost.

Just follow the path to the main road.
I'll be right here.

- No!
- I need your help.

- I need to find August, okay?
- No!

Go to the road and find Dad and
the others. I can't do this on my own.

- I don't want to!
- August could die if we don't find him!

It'll be dark soon, and then we can't
find him. You have to go now.

- I don't want to!
- Get going, Chloe! Go!

Hurry!

- Go! Go!
- I'm scared.

Go stand by the road!

I found something!

In the lake!

Is it him? August?

- It's nothing.
- What was it?

A wild boar. Keep looking.

August!

Chloe, come here.

He's here.
I found him!

He's okay, I think.
He was asleep.

- Were you sleeping?
- Are you okay?

I just really wanted to see the fish.

Let me take a look at you.
Are you okay?

Thank you.

Let's go back.
Let's go back.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize.
Nothing happened. Look at them.

I can't live without all of you.

You won't have to, baby.

I love you.

I love you.

What are you doing?
CALL ME!

COPENHAGEN - 11:45 P.M.

Nice that you could come.

A glass?

- What are you doing?
- Undressing so we can fuck.

- Stop.
- Stop what?

Saying fuck? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Not like this.

The deal with blackmail
is that the victim doesn't want to.

You're no victim.

Neither are you.

Come.

Come!

Don't.

Don't!

Where is he?

Where is Hamden, Frederik?

- No!
- Yes... Come, come...

Come on. Come.

Answer me.

- He isn't from Michelin.
- What?

What?!

He's just some random British foodie
who knows all the moves

to make restaurants think
he's from Michelin.

You knew all along?

Torsten from FISK saw through him.

He tried to pull the same stunt
at his place yesterday.

Fuck you.

- I love you.
- No.

You sure as hell don't.

Baby?

Carsten?
He wasn't from Michelin.

Just some British foodie.
He wasn't from Michelin.

We're okay.

What's the matter?

I looked for cigarettes in your coat
and then...

I found this.

Do you know what it is?

Well, it's about you.

Where did you get this?

I found it at the restaurant.

- But it's addressed to me.
- Yes.

But you took it.

Because...?

Because it's true?

- Carsten...
- Who is it?

- Does it matter?
- Who?

We've just been together.

Sure, when your husband whines about
a Michelin star, it's nice to get laid!

- It ended a long time ago.
- Who is it?

- He's irrelevant...
- The fuck he is. Who is it?

Frederik.

Frederik?

I'm sorry.

- It was a huge mistake. I'm sorry.
- That's good.

That's just fine.

- It's perfectly fine.
- The hell it is!

Yes, because I'm not the asshole now.

It's over...

- Over and done with.
- Don't say that.

I mean, we don't fuck, we don't laugh,
we don't even cry.

Perhaps because
you're fucking someone else...

but deep down
we just don't like each other.

Well, I can't speak on your behalf
but I genuinely don't like you.

Carsten...

It only happened because I was a wreck
after that biopsy...

Oh, I understand.

- You weren't there.
- No, I was never there.

But now I understand
what it entails.

What it costs.
We can't have everything at once.

What the fuck, "we"?
There's no "we"! We?!

This relationship fits into
a fucking Tupperware!

- I love you.
- No. No, I don't think so.

- I'm sorry.
- Maggi...

I don't love you.
I don't love you. I want you to go.

I want you to go. Go.

It's no good. Go!

Go. Get the fuck out of here!

- The children...
- You're thinking about the children?!

Go on.

Stop it!

I don't love you.

HEAT
2 months later

- What did you tell the reporter?
- About what?

Nothing.
It's about the restaurant, not us.

And what are we going to say
if she...

What do you want to say?

- I don't want to say anything...
- So that's what we'll do.

Hi. Sorry, but I had to find
a parking spot.

Grab that, will you?
It's fine. Welcome.

Thanks.

What a thrill it'll be to see if you are
awarded a Michelin star this year.

Great.

Lean your head in.

No, lean...

That's it. Cool.

Beautiful. Thank you.

- Excuse me... the library?
- Upstairs.

Hi.

Chloe isn't doing well,
and she hasn't for some time.

We are all aware of the changes
in your family situation

and naturally, it affects Chloe.

Chloe doesn't take active part
in the classroom or socially.

She isn't doing her homework.

And this may sound harsh,
but she doesn't seem happy.

She needs more help

than we can give her.

What kind of help?

I think she needs to talk
to a professional.

Frankly speaking.

It's only natural for Chloe
to be unhappy...

...when her parents
can't stand each other.

I think it's best for Chloe
to have someone to talk to.

But I'm afraid the school doesn't have
the resources...

- We'll find a place.
- Super.

- I just wanted to...
- Okay. Is that all, then?

Do you need a lift?

- If you're going by the restaurant...
- I am.

- Do you want to talk about it?
- Not really.

- We'll just pretend it doesn't exist?
- It's out of our hands. You heard them.

- Our family needs professional help.
- And?

- And what?
- And you won't accept it?

I want what's best for Chloe,
but I'm not sure...

she needs a diagnosis because we're
getting a divorce. It's not her fault.

- So you're saying it's my fault?
- Yes.

Carsten...

I'm sorry.
It's not your fault. I'm just...

- We aren't bad parents.
- We are... a failure as parents.

Also as parents.

The world doesn't give a shit about
our good intentions, dreams and hope.

All that matters is
what's on that fucking plate.

THE AGENCY OF FAMILY LAW

Things were really weird...

before I fell asleep.

When I woke up,
I was in a summerhouse...

in some strange place.

My dad was crying in the kitchen.

One of his friends was there.

My dad just said we were going to stay
there for a couple of days.

Is there anything
you'd like to add, Anton?

- Not right now.
- Okay. Thanks.

What about you, Chloe?
It's your third time here.

Do you know why
your parents are getting a divorce?

I think so.

Okay. What do you think
happened between them?

A letter.

A letter.
How do you mean?

My mom found a letter...

and then my dad found it in her coat.

What kind of letter?

It said she loved someone else.

So has she found someone else?

Where did the letter come from?

From me.

You wrote the letter...

to your mom?

To my dad, so he knew...

So he could stop it all.

Did he know it was from you?

You didn't tell him?

What happened
after you wrote the letter?

My dad didn't want
to see my mom anymore.

And then what happened?

Would you like to tell your dad...

that you wrote the letter?

But would you like for them to know
that you wrote the letter?

But you don't want to tell them?

Do you want me to tell them?

No.

Are you afraid they'll say
it's your fault?

- But it is.
- I don't think so.

I'm sure your parents
won't think so either.

Do you think they'd still be together
if you hadn't written the letter?

Yes, I think so.

Hi!

- How was it?
- It was fine.

I'm glad to hear that.

We have to hurry and get August.
We're joining Dad at the restaurant.

- They're awarding Michelin stars today.
- Will we get one?

Hello, August.

It's us! Quiet!

The Michelin one–star restaurants
in Denmark:

We start in Copenhagen,
where we'd like to see the chefs from...

Alouette, Clou, Formel B...

Kiin Kiin, Kokkeriet...

Kong Hans Kælder, Marchal...

108, Relæ...

and Søllerød Kro.

What?

What the...

- Will we get a special mention?
- No, they already did that.

It's because you're not there.

They're pissed that you're not there.
They want you there.

- I sent Stellan.
- They're punishing you for not going!

- Shut up. I'm here for my children.
- That isn't worth jackshit, man!

The fucking Kokkeriet
and their "natural wine"!

Now for the Michelin two–star
restaurants in Copenhagen:

Alchemist, AOC, Jordnær and Noma...

as well as a big surprise newcomer
this year...

Malus.

We got two fucking stars, man!

Awesome. We did it!

Congratulations.

Where do you get it from? Not from me
and Dad, we're fucking unimaginative!

Listen up, everyone!

Carsten, come here. Come here!

Speech! Speech! Speech!

What the fuck just happened?

Cheers.

10 years ago,
I was working for my brother, Torben.

- Not much of a success.
- It sure wasn't.

But...

But some good did come of it.

One night, we had a catering job...

and nobody wanted our food,
and you were pissed.

This woman came down to the kitchen...

and she...

She gobbled up my fancy food,
but she also said something was missing.

"Mix it all together into a hot dog,
and it'll be delish."

A hot dog?! I didn't get it,
but she was tipsy and pretty stoned.

She also said that...

I should have my own star.

It took me 10 years
to get what she meant.

But here we are...

I can assure you
that we're the only...

Michelin two–star restaurant
with a fucking hot dog on the menu!

It's been tough, You've all worked
like dogs. You're awesome.

How can I thank you? I could thank you
all night, and it wouldn't be enough.

I probably ought to do
some apologizing, too.

When I was just starting out,
my chef gave me this knife and said:

"Take this knife. Remember, there's
only room for one chef in the kitchen."

"Only one has the knife."
And he's right.

But there's more than a kitchen
in a restaurant.

There's only one reason why
we're standing here today.

And that's Maggi.

Here's to Maggi.

Here's to Maggi! Here's to Carsten!
Here's to Malus and all of us!

Chloe?

Chloe, what's wrong?

What's up, sweetie?
What's wrong with her?

Chloe, do you hear me?
What's wrong?

Chloe? Look at me, sweetie.

Chloe... Breathe, sweetie.

Breathe, that's it.
Easy now.

There you go.

- I did it.
- What, sweetie?

I wrote the letter.

Chloe, Mom and Dad are right here.
We're not leaving you.

- Oh sweetie.
- Let Mommy hold you.

Come here.

Don't you want something to drink?
Are you feeling better?

- Dad's making us some food.
- Two seconds.

I'm sorry.

You don't need to apologize.

- I ruined everything.
- No. You've done nothing wrong.

The only two who've ruined anything
are me and Dad. Do you understand?

- But you should be out celebrating now.
- No.

- We're celebrating with you.
- But you should.

Of course not.

Hot dogs coming up.

This is actually a Maggi hot dog.

A Maggi hot dog?

A hot dog needs the salt from the meat...

the fat from the mayo...

the sweet and the sour
from the ketchup and some crunch.

Here we go, maestro.
How do you like that?

- Do you want one?
- Yes, but not like that.

- Just the meat?
- Yes.

- Is it good?
- Here, sweetie.

- What's up over there?
- This is not a hot dog.

- Sure it is.
- No!

It actually isn't.
What do you think?

- Now you tell me?
- But it's not a hot dog.

So what are we gonna do about it?

Thank you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Is that better?
- Much better.

Good.

Well, Chloe? It's good
but not as good as mine, right?

Seriously?

Okay, but it hasn't got two stars.

You said it.

One whiskey sour.

You're asking for it.

A TASTE OF HUNGER