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PREVIOUSLY

Only the PM knows what's going to happen.

I don't have to remind you of your professional secrecy.

With everyone!

They're shutting down the country.

-I'm going after this guy. -Sounds great!

His name's Elias.

Do you wanna come inside? Isn't that why you came?

Denmark is low-lying, and we can't keep the water out, so it's better to evacuate.

They're shutting down the country. We have to sell everything and move abroad.

-You're selling the house? -Everything's closing down.

There's just my brother.

What are you and your faggot friend up to?

Parliament has decided to evacuate Denmark due to the rising water level.

They want us out before Europe starts closing its borders.

Today, Wednesday, June 7, five days after the announcement,

the country is marked by unrest.

Anti-exit protests are expected

and people are hoarding commodities and cash, creating traffic problems.

EU countries are tightening border control

and will require residence permits.

The fear of closed borders is prompting Danes to leave

without securing residency.

The Emigration Service says

that everyone in the public exit program is guaranteed residency.

Self-funded emigrants must procure work permits,

entry permits and residency permits.

The Ministry of Finance advises Danes not to empty all accounts yet…

Fucking unbelievable!

The public is urged to leave the car…

-Hello. -Rising & Son keep calling.

Relax. They can come and get…

-I talked to them… -Shut the fuck up.

All of Denmark is in a panic

and they're fretting over tiles. So come get them!

Call my brother

or I'll go over myself, and I don't care if he's giving birth or fucking…

What the fuck, man?! You almost ran me over!

What the fuck's wrong with you!

FAMILIES LIKE OURS

Denmark will no longer be a country but industrial terrain for wind parks,

solar panels and server parks. But what's the plan for us Danes?

-Please repeat the relocation phases. -Yes, that's the idea.

Phase one is underway. Citizens who can pay their own way.

This phase will run continuously.

Phase two, state-funded relocation, runs from August to January.

Phase three, relocation of the social and healthcare sectors

and the correctional service, runs from January to April.

The final phase is the relocation of the emergency services,

sometime before August of next year.

Hi. Is your dad in?

Dad…

Dad.

Yes.

Hi. I'm Lars's lawyer.

We've emailed and called you many times in the last days.

We can talk now or go to the police.

-The police? Why involve them? -You know very well, asshole.

-Calm down. We're all a bit upset. -What's up?

You try to sell your house and cut the price by 1.7 million,

just before all this happens and the market crashes.

We believe this is a matter for the prosecution. Insider knowledge.

Er…

Insider knowledge? I don't think so.

Well, I do. You knew, didn't you? Who do you know?

-You must know someone. -We've annulled the sale.

Calm down. I sold my house, and you bought it.

-We have a purchase agreement. -We have six days.

Don't you know the rules? What an idiot.

All I know is I've sold my house. Let's agree on a price that…

The bank already returned the money from escrow, so…

So, what the hell do you want?

My client demands an explanation and he wants you to cover all costs.

If you'd just sign this, we'll drop the case.

-You have to leave. -How did you know about the crash?

Leave. I have nothing more to give.

-You're not getting anything. Go. -Stop!

-What the fuck are you doing? -Just sign this, okay?

-Do you wanna fight? -Sign it.

Do you wanna have it out in front of your daughter?

-Leave. -Lars, let's go.

Fucking jerk.

What just happened?

We lost all our money.

-I'm calling Nikolaj. -What happens now?

This is the wrong list, the crisis list. It isn't the updated version.

-That's the overall problem… -This is unbelievable!

-Nikolaj, can you talk? -Don't call me here, Jacob.

A lawyer just stopped by, talking about insider trading.

Hang on.

Martin, I need to take this.

-Who did you talk to about what? -I didn't say anything to anyone.

-Shit! -We've lost everything.

Everything.

All our money was tied up in the house.

It's fucked, but you're not alone. The whole country is going apeshit.

I have no income. And neither does your sister.

Jacob…

Your sister's coming. Talk to you later. Bye.

Bye.

The sale has been annulled.

Now we have what's in our account and whatever cash we have. Let's see…

The way things look now, we're in the state-funded group.

-What? -We can't pay our own way.

-Call Gilles and strike a deal with him. -Paris?

-I can't… -Go to him.

-It's fucking expensive. -No tickets left. Everyone's leaving.

It looks like a ticket is…

It's like a tenth of our entire fortune.

But you'd better go there. If you're trying to land a job

and we're to relocate to Paris, you at least have to talk to them.

We have to find out if my job alone can get all of us residency.

-Did you check with the Sorbonne? -Laura will get residency as your child.

-She's over 18. -But she lives at home.

Your brother said residency requires a job or a student enrollment.

Laura, you wanted to study History, right?

The new rules allow me to apply as a foreigner,

but it'll take a great application and straight As.

Can you get that?

Can't your company hire her?

I can't hire my entire family. As what, my assistants?

-And your dad and Lene. -You can hire your daughter!

-Then I can't hire her dad and Lene. -Do they come before me?

What about Mom?

How the hell should I know?!

We can't even take care of ourselves.

I can't take care of your mom, Laura. That's just the way it is.

CHAPTER 2

SEPARATING THE WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF

Fucking bike!

-You've had psychiatric treatment? -Yes.

It's a long time ago.

I have a PhD in neurobiology and used to teach genetics.

I was a journalist for several years, but now I'm on sick leave with stress.

I'm still not supposed to write.

A physical disability would get you into Norway.

They're taking 25,000 chronically ill and disabled persons.

Stress doesn't meet the criteria, I'm afraid.

But I can probably offer you residency in Romania,

in a Bucharest suburb. Lots of Danes are going there.

That's so far away.

Eight people in each apartment, but they're working on better conditions.

You'd have running water

and live close to green surroundings and fresh air.

Perhaps…

Could we check

if my mom could come with my family to Paris?

My mom's a talented science journalist. She's won a lot of awards.

If she takes up writing again, she won't need any help.

We can't get her residency in France.

You don't belong to the quota of Danes they're officially accepting.

Which is pretty small, because they have so many Dutchmen.

You'd have to document a high minimum income or some kind of employment.

Plus a minimum bank deposit.

If you choose that path, you're no longer eligible for our help.

You'd be out of the system.

Can't I ask for less than it costs you to place me in the public program?

If we gave everyone a free choice, we couldn't help those really in need.

Then how would we see each other?

She's on sick leave. She needs help.

I'm afraid it's going to be difficult

to travel back and forth to visit each other.

Danes need visas most places now.

-What do you want us to do? -The rules are very rigid now.

Darling, look at me.

We'll find a way, you and I. We always do.

We'll stick together, okay, darling? There now.

-Okay? -Yes.

But Dad says the same thing.

The written exam will start soon. Please be patient.

Why study for my Danish exam? I'm going to Switzerland.

Did you forget something?

I think so.

You forgot to relax.

So, where's your family going?

Maybe Paris. My mom says I should apply to the Sorbonne.

-The Sorbonne? Shit! -But I have to ace my Danish exam.

And all the rest of my exams.

How about you?

I tried to persuade the band to come to Finland.

I'm half-Finnish. My mom's there. That's the main thing.

How about…

I don't know where my mom's going.

She doesn't even know herself.

Why don't we just go to Finland together?

Why don't you come with us?

Come on in, everyone.

No.

Think about it.

Don't let anyone in!

Anders, you hung up on me!

Corfix and Tardini were so close to buying Amaliegade,

but they backed out.

And the bank won't provide any guarantees after all.

-But then we're out of business. -Yes. There's another thing.

Your brother managed to sell almost everything.

Probably why he won't return our calls. Elberg says he sold

a few days prior to the announcement.

He must have known, the little fucker.

Big brother here. You told me not to call, but I need your help, okay?

Call me when you get this.

Peter… Peter. We have to talk about what to do…

Keep calling my brother until he picks up.

Without the bank guarantee, he'll have to pay for us.

What's he doing?

Don't open! I told you not to open the fucking door.

Why let people in when I told you not to? Unbelievable!

Peter!

What's going on? What the fuck, Gorm?

I told you not to come here. And don't bring your friends!

-It's all in here. -What?

-Here's an itemized account. -I don't need it. We have no meeting.

I told you not to come here, and don't bring all your friends.

I've worked for your family for over 16 years, Peter.

-I can't pay my men. -Get out. Don't come crying to me.

-Fuck off! -Easy! Easy now.

We'll work it out. Take it easy.

Park in there so people can't tell we're in.

Sorry, but my brother is going insane. Everyone's going crazy.

If they check up on me, they'll trace it back to you.

-So stop texting and calling me. -I understand. I get it.

-What's up with your brother? -I think he's going to lose everything.

He found out that I sold before the crash, so his sick logic tells him

that what's mine belongs to the family and therefore also to him.

Anyway… We want to tell you about our plans, Jacob.

When Nik's work here is done, we're moving to Reading.

And then we're gonna have us a child.

-No! -Yes.

Nikolaj talked to Jane and Amanda and they're game.

They were happy. Stop laughing.

Sorry, it's because you're also sobbing. Sorry! It's wonderful!

You're going to be Dad and Dad. I'm calling Amalie.

No, let's wait for it to fall into place.

-You're sobbing all the time. -I know! I'm getting old.

-What the fuck's going on? -Congratulations!

-It's wonderful. -Let's drink to that.

Here's to Dad and Dad.

-I shouldn't drink. I'm driving. -Danilo will take you home.

-Stay here and drink with us. -He's our handyman.

-Wonderful! -Stop laughing.

-I'm not. -You're laughing at me.

-Is anyone out there, Nik? -I don't think so.

Sure? Someone's been prowling around out there.

Perhaps my brother, I don't know.

It's the entire country.

People are willing to go far to get money.

And the police are losing manpower.

-Nikolaj got the shotguns out. -What?

Damn!

Let's give Jacob the P9.

-The P9? -Yes.

It's a handgun.

A handgun?

-People are going crazy. -Is that necessary?

Not only my brother. Also people abroad.

-Did you hear about Poland? -What?

They've been good to the Ukrainians

but now the Dutch and others are flocking in.

-So they've had enough. -Shit!

Vigilantes are beating up refugees.

We feel a certain obligation to you. Not just because of my sister.

No, we like you.

-If Amalie dumps you, we'll marry you. -We mean that.

-You're the best man to come home to. -Seriously, I am.

-Cheers! -Congratulations!

Look at the target. Use the energy from the shot.

-What the fuck?! Relax! -Sorry! Are you mad?

You scared me!

Is Henrik gonna lend you some money?

I think, we'll manage on our own.

We prefer to.

But maybe your dad would like to. He's called a couple of times.

-My dad called? -Yes.

Don't get involved with my dad! Not a penny! He's a fucking parasite.

-But he keeps calling. -The parasite robs everyone blind!

You don't owe him a thing.

How are you getting back after taking me home?

My son's picking me up. He's in Copenhagen with his car.

-Sorry, what was your name again? -Danilo.

My name is Danilo. It means: God is my judge.

Holy shit! Or holy moly or whatever the right response to that is.

How does the judge feel about me having a beer in the back? Is that a problem?

I don't know how he feels about that.

Probably: "Good of you to drive, Danilo."

Yeah, I'm very grateful.

He'll be right down, I think.

Bye, take care.

See you, Dad.

Bye. Get home safely.

-Hi, baby. -Hi.

-Are you drunk? -I sobered up when I saw your dad.

Stop it. Fanny's inside.

Fanny's here? Why?

-I don't know. -She's never been here before.

I'm going in.

Jacob…

I understand that my son doesn't tell me anything.

But you've known all along.

Haven't you?

You've just been holed up.

Why didn't you call us?

Jacob! We've lost everything.

So have we.

Now what? What are we going to do now?

Jacob, dammit! You're such a clown.

Still, I think

we'll go and start with you in Paris and build something new from there.

I just need to take care of my mother.

Start with us? But I don't even have a job yet.

You could have called us!

-Where's Fanny? -In Laura's room.

Jacob, can't we help my dad?

-I can't help that… -But we have to.

Fanny.

Laura invited me over.

Nice house.

Yes.

I thought

we should talk to Mom about where she's going.

-Sure. -She says you're going to Paris.

Wonderful.

Yes. What about you?

Right now, I'm headed for Bucharest.

Wow… shit.

Dad.

I was thinking Mom could come with us perhaps?

-With us to Paris? -Yes.

Live with us?

But right now, we don't know anything.

And if things work out, it'll be with Amalie's dad, Lene

and Amalie's grandma.

I just learnt that.

Since when? Let them find somewhere else to live.

They just lost everything!

Do you realize where Mom's going? Dad?

-Can I smoke? -It's the slums!

-Sure you can. -Mom can't work! What are you gonna do?

Look, it would be the right thing for you to come to Paris. I agree.

I'd gladly help you find a place to live,

but I can't afford to pay for you.

I don't even know how to pay for us.

We don't have the money.

Can't Holger help you?

That criminal? I won't take his money.

He's an asphalt laborer.

I'm not asking my brother for money.

You can't expect me to fund everyone.

You already owe me 87,000 kroner!

I know it's an old debt but I can't conjure up money.

I haven't asked you for anything, and I won't.

-I didn't say that. -I have to go home now.

-Fanny, don't. -See you, darling.

It's fine. I get it.

-It's not that I won't help you. -I know.

I can't even support us.

-Holger speaking. -Hi, it's Laura.

-I don't know any Laura. -Laura, your niece.

What the hell?!

Is that you, Laura?

-Holger… -Yes?

I want you to help Mom.

You bet I will.

Don't you wanna know how first?

Okay, I'm listening.

-Did they steal your money? -Mind your own business!

Number 327. 327?

Listen, I need to transfer some money to my sister.

But I forgot my bank code for the online thing.

-Online banking code. -Yeah, whatever.

I do remember

that it has to do with my dog and an uppercase letter and a number.

If it's about passwords, you have to call our hotline.

They'll help you reset it.

Okay, but…

I'm here now.

Just give it to me in cash.

-There's 157,000 in this account. -I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Cash must be preordered, and new regulations require us…

I spent all morning on this bullshit!

It's my money.

I saved up 157,000

and not by standing in a fucking bank with a blank stare!

It's all very simple.

Just transfer 100,000 to my sister.

I'm afraid I can't just transfer 100,000. Call our hotline.

I earned this money, and I want to help my sister.

I'm not gonna fucking budge until I get my money! What the fuck?!

-People are crying in the street! -Please leave the…

What's your name? I'm gonna fucking… Come here!

-What's your name? -Get out!

Welcome to Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Please keep your seatbelt fastened…

In Paris? And they keep coming.

We're also being invaded by all the people from Normandy,

Northern France, Vendée and the Netherlands.

Although we built huge dams for them.

Things are going crazy.

-What if this doesn't work out? -It has to.

They've dammed up the Seine now.

Gilles can't turn me down. I'm looking forward to seeing him.

Jacob, you must be self-assured.

Exclusive but not too demanding.

They know who you are.

Is that what you occupational psychologists tell people?

Okay, then. Sorry.

Is there any point in looking at apartments if they won't hire you?

It's too late to cancel now. He'll be there in a moment.

This is great, but I just don't know.

-Too expensive? -Yes, too expensive.

What?

-What just happened? -I think we got the apartment.

-Seriously? -He wants to meet tomorrow morning.

So we're going to live here.

Yes.

Welcome to Paris.

You nailed it.

-I don't know what I did. -You fucking liar.

"Other options."

What else could I say?

What are we doing?

We're starting over.

We can take out clothes off?

Oh, stop it.

Perhaps later. Let me just…

What?

-It's all so overwhelming. -Yes.

It is.

Remember when I proposed to you?

Of course.

It was right down there.

Down there. Not that street but the next one.

Now we're back.

Just like we always dreamed of.

Yes. The future held so much more back then.

I don't know if it does now.

Sure it does.

-You think? -Yes.

It's just a new kind of future.

There now.

Laura. Where are you going?

-To citizen service. -I'll tag along.

You forgot something.

What's this about forgetting stuff?

I don't forget stuff, you do. That pedal won't do.

-You ruined it. -Let's switch bikes.

Here you go. I don't know how to fix it.

It's absurd.

In 15 years, our language is forgotten.

Say words that only exist in Danish that we won't forget. With Æ, Ø and Å.

Er… øh.

-That's not a word. -Røde pølser.

Kakaomælk.

-Øl! Booze! -Booze?

Booze is with double O.

Are you always so happy because you're stupid?

Shut up!

I'm here to renew my passport. Did you renew yours yet?

-Nah, I didn't get around to it. -What number did we get?

-Just go. Don't you have stuff to do? -No, we only just got here.

What about… your girlfriend?

Alberte?

It's just kinda strange. I don't know…

I can't stop thinking about you.

And I don't know what to do about that.

What?

You're sweet.

Are we gonna get busted?

Yeah, just a little.

"Hold me tight in your…"

You can't read it. Give it to me. I'll read it aloud.

What? Aren't we studying for our exams? I have to know this.

"Hold me tight in your round arms."

"Hold me tight while your heart still beats and warms."

"Soon we will be split apart like berries on a twig."

"Soon we will vanish,

like bubbles in a creek."

-Bye! -See you.

No hanky-panky!

-This one? -No, a spanner.

With two teeth.

-Long with two teeth. -That's not even a tool.

Ew, there's a spider inside.

-My sled! It's so tiny. -That's not a tool.

I got it when I turned four. Once we all fit on it.

We still do.

We always went sledding in the park.

We're on the sled together. Nice.

Do you miss it?

I guess. The world was still together back then.

-And it's not anymore? -What do you think?

My mom's going one way, my dad, the other and you a third way.

So you aren't coming to Finland?

Isn't Alberte coming?

Look…

I don't know. She…

Come with us.

It… Can't we…

My whole family's in Finland.

I have to join my family.

Mathilde and…

Laura…

I can't.

No.

Of course, you can't.

I'm glad you could come.

I don't understand a word they're saying. It drives me insane.

They canceled my card. I can't even buy a pack of smokes.

And I got fired, too.

After 23 years.

They're shutting it down.

No more roads will be built in Denmark ever! But…

I'm staying here. I'm not gonna stand on some battered road in Belarus,

selling tulips.

I'm staying here.

They canceled your mortgage,

but due to your debt and the shutdown,

they're entitled to some of the money. They'll open your current account…

I don't know what my house is worth.

All I know is that my niece is here and she's graduating soon.

She can't live with her mom without this money, and I'm getting hungry.

Our hands are tied.

Let's get your card reopened so you can buy groceries.

We'll work out the rest.

You're stealing people's money.

-Make that card work, you hear? -Sure.

Declined.

-Try again. -Sure?

Yes, it says "declined".

Still declined.

-Open another checkout lane. -Hang on.

Haven't you got another one?

No.

You'll have to leave the groceries.

Okay.

Fanny, listen. The Paris firm is willing to make a deal.

We both think we should try to include you.

Okay. Right.

Nikolaj is working out a business structure.

-Hopefully, it'll include you. -Right.

And forget about the money you owe me. We're broke as well.

-We'll work it out. -Thanks.

I'm sorry about the other day.

-Hi, Matilde. -Good to see you. Did you get an A?

You're such a fucking brain! Just like your mom.

I guarantee you you'll get in.

What's up?

Are you in love with him? For real?

You'd better move on, sweetie.

Yeah.

Hold me tight with your round arms.

Hold me tight while your heart still beats and warms.

Soon…

we'll be split apart like berries on a twig.

Soon we'll vanish like bubbles in a creek.

We're the last class to graduate

from Gammel Hellerup High School.

It's tragic.

It really is.

But let's not vanish

like bubbles in a creek.

I think we should gush out like a river.

Go, Elias!

We're going to search every hole on the planet to find each other.

And if we succeed, we'll have a party.

And we'll throw ourselves into each other's arms.

And we'll remind ourselves of who we were,

who we are right now, who we always will be.

Are you ready to take on the world?

Are you ready to take on the fucking world?

We're gonna conquer it!

One, two, three, four!

Everyone from GHG, get on up!

And all their parents, get on up!

And all their teachers, get on up!

See you out there!

Life is such a golden gift

And the soul a pilgrim's cheer

There are crocuses in my garden

On my table there is beer

Under the sky, the lark is floating

Like a distant winged seed

Not a care 'bout strife or dying

Because for that it has no need

It has no need

It has no need

All is peaceful and so quiet

Not a noise or sound comes through.

I have sown a bunch of parsley

And some chives I've planted too

Let the world quarrel and fight

Adding insult to injury…

Give me the money in my account.

On the double!

Hi.

Ready to leave?

Not yet.

Did I forget something?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Me.

I want to go with you to Paris.

I'm gonna apply to the Sorbonne in January.

I've heard this nice girl is gonna be there.

What about Alberte?

Are you sad?

I definitely don't like making other people sad.

But I don't like leaving all this either.

All these people.

But I think it would be nice to do it with you.

-Who is it? -It's me.

Holger, for fuck's sake.

-You scared me. -Keep it down.

Take this money.

I promised Laura to give it to you. I gotta go.

What do I need this for?

Go to Paris, dammit. With Laura.

It's only 53,000.

You can't get money from the bank anymore.

I borrowed it from Kenneth. You'll get more later, all right?

Well, I doubt we'll meet again, sis.

-Have a good life. -Where are you going?

I don't know. Everyone's off their rocker.

But hey…

The world is still spinning.

Subtitle translation by: Helle Schou Kristiansen