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Inspired by actual events

My name is Thorkild Bonnesen.
I'm 47 years old.

And I just emptied
a bottle of whisky.

I'm not dancing because I'm
celebrating anything. On the contrary.

I've lost everything. And
I haven't even hit rock bottom yet.

To fall so low you've got to start
at the top. Let's go one year back.

I had it all.
A big Jaguar, a mobile phone...

Do you hear me?
I'll try going over here.

... a big mansion
and a lovely lady. Black, even.

Grace. Grace!
No!

We met in Ghana. I had to give her dad
a cow for him to allow the marriage.

I was on top of the world.

But the '80s had only just begun.

1983 is going to be a good year.

I was making a bundle as head
of a large Danish electronics company.

But a new market is emerging.

But the owners were clueless.
They turned all my ideas down.

Had I proposed the microwave, Rubic's
cube, video games, the Walkman or...

- Voilà.
- 'The home computer bound to suit yer'.

A computing solution for private use.
This is the future.

Ordinary people will never
use computers.

- Trust me. This is gonna be huge.
- Your ideas are just too nutty.

Focus on the company, okay?
Not on promoting yourself.

- I quit.
- Thorkild, calm down.

No! My ideas are obviously too big
for this hillbilly company.

- I never let adversity crush me.
- Thorkild, wait!

I came from nothing
and grew up in an orphanage.

They belted you
if you had any good ideas.

The better the idea,
the harder the beating.

I won't let anybody
boss me around anymore.

There's always a new adventure
if you just look for it.

You charge an arm and a leg.
There you go.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- What on earth is that?
- An electric bike.

- Powered by a battery.
- Smart.

I invented the battery myself.
Five times as powerful as a car battery.

- But it can't power this guy, can it?
- No. A car's heavy.

But it's an amusing thought.

We'll come back to this original.
But the idea was born.

I want to make the world's first
electric car.

No, it's not for the disabled.

This could turn out to be the biggest
car venture in Scandinavia.

Great ideas are those others reject.
Then you have them for yourself.

Yes, I have heard of Volvo.
And Saab. Of course.

Imagine a car that doesn't run on gas.
You'd come home and charge it.

- It would be damn cheap.
- Listen to the voice of reason.

If you insist on making a car,
make one that runs on fucking cocaine.

- Then I'm game!
- Won't that be more expensive?

The voice of reason is Per Lawman.

He handles my finances
and he's a bona fide yuppie.

Nose candy?

Holy moly.

- Got any more ice?
- We're out of ice?

Søs, Thorkild wants ice.
Who the hell do I have to beat up -

- to get one sorry ice cube
in Thorkild's drink?!

He holds the record for attorneys
who've busted out of jail.

Sayonara, motherfuckers!

Anyway, I needed to assemble
a crack team.

I'll drive.

No, not these guys.
Not these either.

These guys. The best are those
everyone else dismisses.

Those intent on breaking the mold.

Welcome.

Henrik wasn't hard to convince.

- Good to see you.
- Thanks for putting me on the team.

My go-to guy. Smart, young, hip
with his finger on the pulse.

It's Tuesday, and you're tuned into
your fave channel.

Wham bang thank you ma'am,
have a grrrreat day.

Is that your lower lip
or are you wearing a turtleneck?

He oughta be on the radio!

The next guy was Vonsil.

- I'm Vonsil.
- We met by chance.

I've only got one arm. But I can do
almost anything by mouth.

Right, almost anything by mouth.

Welcome to the South Harbor.

Vonsil didn't look successful.

I'm staying at the garage at the moment,
or rather illegally going on five years.

Brewski?

Cheers.

But I needed his skills.

- About that fiberglass...
- Right.

How's about that?

First you mold the shape.

Then I coat it with fiberglass,
liquid epoxy, for a smooth surface.

- Smooth surface? May I?
- Sure.

It withstands almost anything.
I use it for boats.

- But this is an ass, right?
- You bet.

It's Samantha Fox's ass.
A replica. One to one. Times two.

- I've never tried that before.
- It doesn't weigh a thing.

- That sure is a light ass.
- My case worker told me:

"You're a lightweight".
Okay, so I'll build one.

Vonsil's okay.
He just takes some getting used to.

It sure takes balls to go for
black upholstery with a pink lining.

- Who's the guy with the battery?
- He's an electrical engineer/professor.

- Is he coming?
- Yes.

And finally Jens Knastrup, Knas.
The original from the gas station.

Mr. Battery.

Hello.

- Kirsten? Where are you?
- We're in the sun lounge, Jens.

He was hardest to convince.
But he had his battles at home.

- We haven't got a sun lounge.
- No, because you haven't built it yet.

I've got great news.

I'm meeting a man today who wants
to use my battery for an electric car.

- That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
- He seems to have great faith in it.

- We're meeting...
- You and your lame little battery?

Jens, get real.

Just build that sun lounge
you promised me over a year ago!

Nice day in school?

You'll be going to high school soon.
A new chapter.

Not that Daddy liked high school much,
but after that comes the university.

That'll be better.
Or...

I'm a very persuasive guy. All
you need is charm and a great offer.

- This is my wife, Kirsten.
- Hello, Kirsten. And who's this?

- Fanny, our daughter.
- At school they call her Elefanny.

That's what you get for stuffing
yourself with candy and soda, Fanny.

- Right... Did you forget our meeting?
- I thought you were having me on.

- Having you on?
- That's what Kirsten said.

Kirsten, isn't there something
you really want?

- You want a sun lounge.
- I'll take care of that, okay?

I'll get you a sun lounge if you'll let
me borrow your genius, Mr. Battery.

Kirsten, you made the right decision.
Knas, let's go. We're busy.

- Nice to meet you, Kirsten.
- Bye.

Let's go.

When you set out to revolutionize the
auto industry, you have to go all in.

The big money is found out of town.

A BUFFET OF OPTIONS
VOTE FOR KAI OVE

Nothing spells big money
like a small-town mayor.

RESTAURANT PEDER OXE

I gather Bjerringsund is interested
in new business ventures.

Yes, Bjerringsund Municipality
holds great potential.

I always compare it to a buffet.
With cold and hot dishes.

Three kinds of herring,
battered plaice with tartare sauce -

- egg and shrimps, chicken-and-
asparagus tartlets, warm liver pa...

Don't interrupt when we're discussing
local politics! Three kinds of cheese.

We need room.

We have plenty of room.
But what's in it for me as mayor?

A small-town mayor is easily
impressed. Especially away from home.

Reedtz-Thott!

Ladies and gentlemen,
the first Danish strawberries.

Fantastic! Who's tempted?
800 kroner per kilo.

- 800 kroner?
- We'll have a box.

- There you go, sir.
- Here's 1,000. Keep the change.

- May I document the occasion?
- Of course.

Well, Kai Ove?
Have we got a deal?

Now we just needed to break the story.

The world's first electric car.

Any questions?

Yes.

Say you're plastered
and ram into a pensioner at a bus stop -

- won't you get an electric shock?

- That's one for you, Knas.
- No, you won't.

You may get acid all over. There was
a serious acid accident in Sheffield...

Let me stop you right there.
Safety is our main priority.

I bet. When will we see
the car on the road?

- In less than a year.
- Less than a year?

You're a dreamer, Thorkild.
Your work hasn't even started.

Wanna bet?
In less than a year-

- I'll deliver the first strawberries
in the world's first electric car-

- or I'll buy every one of you
a bottle of whisky.

Our production will take place
in Bjerringsund.

- If there are no more questions...
- Bjerring what?

Great to see so many photographers.
We'll gladly pose for pictures.

- Put on a happy face, will you?
- Are we moving out of town?

- Kirsten won't be pleased.
- Any chance of getting laid there?

When I say we're going to Bjerringsund,
we are.

Just one more,
with all of you jumping for joy.

Ready? One, two, three...

New venture comes to Bjerringsund

Well?
Welcome to our new home, honey.

Yeah...
People are staring.

They're just dazzled.
Hello, hello.

What do you call the critter that's been
warming your ballsack all the way?

- Freddie.
- Fresh Freddie?

Nej, Freddie Mercury.

Jens, what am I supposed to do here?

Stop kicking me all the time, Fanny.
Unbelievable!

Wow, Thorkild.

- I like the premises.
- Impressive.

We'll do fine here.

Welcome to Bjerringsund
and to the future. How about a toast?

- Cheers, cheers.
- Cheers.

- Henrik, show us what we're making.
- Here you go.

- This is how I envision our car.
- What?

It looks like a bumper car for idiots.
"Look at me in my retard jeep."

It's not a car for the disabled.
I think it's sexy.

- What color did you have in mind?
- Denim, for sure. Denim blue.

Yeah.

I was thinking mouse grey
like a mouse's fur.

I was thinking black.

Sure, with Blackie running about at home
bare-assed and in a banana skirt.

I was thinking
a nice and friendly pastel shade.

- Banana.
- Pastel shade?

I'm not riding around in a
pastel-colored car. Think I'm a homo?

- What are we talking about?
- Good morning.

Kai Ove. Welcome. This is Kai Ove,
Mayor of Bjerringsund.

This is the team.

On behalf of the town -

- I'd like to welcome you all
to Bjerringsund.

I've taken the liberty of bringing
you a small welcome present.

A calendar adorned with pictures
of the city council.

I'm November.

Funny you should say that.
This is our November.

- Indeed.
- This is the electric car.

An electric car? I see.

I thought you were making
an electric kettle. For boiling water.

No, an electric car. We'll turn
Bjerringsund into Scandinavia's Detroit.

I'd go with the electric kettle.

People can better relate to that.

Well, I've got to run.

I'll just leave the same way I came in.

What the hell?

It's time to find an international name
for the car. Let's have a brainstorm.

A brainstorm is where you say
all the ideas that come to mind.

- Boy, oh boy. This could get ugly.
- What's on your mind, Knas?

I'm scared I'll say the wrong thing
and you'll use it.

- But it's a brainstorm.
- Come on.

Ratata?

- Ratata? No.
- I knew it.

- Are we gonna go with Ratata now?
- How about Dan Dream?

Dream because it goes like a dream,
and Dan because we're from...

Denmark. Because we're from Danmark.
It was my idea.

Dan Dream has a nice ring to it.
"There goes a Dan Dream."

- Dan Dream. What do you think, Knas?
- Dalton. The Dalton Car.

- What's with the Lucky Luke references?
- I have no imagination.

We're calling it Dan Dream!

Bye.

- Hi.
- Good morning. Four croissants, please.

- What?
- I'd like four croissants, please.

What?

Four croissants, please.

- Nobody eats that around here.
- I do. I eat croissants.

When car buyers from all over the world
come, they'll want croissants, too.

So, four croissants.

No, I'll try something new.
Four ordinary rolls.

Right.

Good morning.
My name is Thorkild.

I've opened the electric car factory.

We're from Copenhagen.
As I guess you can hear.

But you'll find
that we're just like you.

- Hi, Henrik. Hi, Henrik.
- Hi, Thorkild.

Henrik, I'm having a pool party tonight.

Henrik. Henrik! I'm having
a pool party tonight. Pool party!

- Why don't we have a pool like them?
- I thought you wanted a sun lounge.

You're such a drag, Jens.

Let's get this pool party started.
There are two rules for a pool party.

Rule no. 1: No glasses in the pool.
Very important.

Rule no. 2: Hell,
there aren't any rules for a pool party.

Henrik! The rule says
you have to wear a bathing suit.

- I am!
- Henrik, you're so funny!

And we're off!
Cheers!

Well, Kirsten.
Are you happy with your sun lounge?

Sure, but I'd rather have a job.
I'm a librarian -

- but they're not hiring.

- Oh, I see.
- Can't you pull some strings?

- I'm not a librarian.
- No, but you know everyone.

We'll have to look into that.

So, spending some dough out of town,
are you?

Manufacturing a car costs. I'm counting
on you to handle my finances.

- Sure, I've got a handle on it.
- Wanna hear something wicked?

- For fuck's sake, Knas!
- Ever heard Bifrost?

Jesus, you've got a dead one there.
Want a refill?

- Yeah. Rumble in the jungle!
- Cut it out, Vonsil!

Grace, it's all in good fun.

City fuckers!

Hey! Someone's messing with the cars.
There's someone out there!

Why did you kill the music?

- What's going on?
- Look out the window.

- What about it?
- Somebody's messing with the cars.

- I can't see anyone.
- Fine, then forget it.

- What's up?
- Nothing. Go back to the party.

You're such a drag!

Oh my God, Jens.
Did you crap in the bidet?

- No.
- Then who did?

Dunno.

You're alright, man.
Knas crapped in the bidet!

- You big idiot.
- Hey! Knas crapped in the bidet!

Cheers. Good one!

- On the count of three, get dressed!
- Nope.

- One, two, three. Get up, Kit!
- You'll have to come and get me.

- You're welcome to jump in.
- I never swim in chlorinated water.

I'm a Bjerringsund boy.
I've swum in the bay all my life.

- So go jump in the bay, Kai Ove.
- I intend to as a matter of fact.

- But the bay's far away.
- I know my town, thank you very much.

It's only 400 yards,
so I'll be back in 10 minutes.

- I'll just grab a towel.
- Have fun, Kai Ove.

- Ole Abildgaard, Mads Ulrik, me and...
- You all went to Submarina?

Yeah, we all hit Submarina.

Well, well...

That stays between us, okay?
We don't want Knas to get confused.

- Who kisses who is nobody's business.
- You've got it.

- Who's kissing who?
- Kirsten's kissing that waiter, Bjørn.

Henrik, shut the fuck up.

- I'm pissed. It's great.
- Sure. Get home safely.

Thanks.
Let's see if we can find the car now.

- Bye for now, Vonsil.
- Well, I'll be off, too.

I'm borrowing your slippers.
I can't find my shoes.

- Why don't you sleep over?
- Got to be in Copenhagen in 3 hours.

- A major contractor's up the creek.
- Can you make it in time?

Sure, I'll be in Copenhagen
in 40 minutes.

40 minutes?
No, Per Lawman, how...?

Per?
You can fly a chopper?

Sure, what's the big deal?
Right, left, up, down.

See you!

Here you go, honey.

Man! What a night, huh?

Anything wrong?

Vonsil grabbed my butt.

- He doesn't respect me.
- It's because you have a great ass.

- It's because I'm African.
- That you have a great ass?

That he doesn't respect me.

- Kai Ove? Are you okay?
- Sure. Why?

I just went out for a swim,
but then I changed my mind.

- Well, it's quite far away.
- Oh, it's not that bad.

- Is Kit still here?
- No, she left.

Sure. Boring Kit.
Always leaves early.

- She left at three.
- Well...

Thank you for a lovely evening.

You're welcome.

FUCKER

Man, I'd love to hump September!

- Vonsil?
- Yes?

Got a minute?
I want to talk to you in my office.

Vonsil, Grace is a bit pissed off
because you grabbed her ass.

Oh that.
Come on, man.

She's a Negro. They love a good
ass-grabbing, don't they?

Sure they do, but lay off anyway, okay?

- Sure. Whatever you say, Thorkild.
- I know you don't mean any harm.

But Grace is afraid
we don't respect her.

- Didn't she used to be a prostitute?
- No. She worked at a hotel.

- As a hooker.
- No. She's got a degree.

- As a stripper?
- No, in hotel management.

- For real?
- Yes.

Goddamn! I've got a good one for you.
A Negro went to the job center:

- "Got a job for me?"
- Thorkild! Thorkild! Thorkild!

- Freddie's been kidnapped!
- Who?

Freddie!

Calm down, Henrik.
I'll ask around.

Freddie! Freddie!
Freddie.

Well, well, well. The fancy gentleman's
paying our humble diner a visit?

Hand over the rabbit,
and we're out of here.

Too posh to eat a sloppy joe?

Just hand over Henrik's rabbit,
and we're out of here.

- Who says this is the faggot's rabbit?
- I'm not a faggot.

The rabbit is his.
It obeys him.

- Put the rabbit down. Call him over.
- It's a special call.

- Call him over. Call the rabbit over!
- Alright.

Come on, Freddie.

That's it, come on, Freddie.
Yes, come on. Come, come.

Good boy, Freddie!
Good boy!

Damn!

- Did you fire that?
- Yes.

Are you the guy from Copenhagen?
Are you building a nuclear bomb?

- Nonsense.
- That's what people are saying.

- And they say you're screwing a rabbit.
- What a load of nonsense.

City fucker!

- Hello, Kai Ove. Is this a bad time?
- No, not at all.

I'm just changing the water
in the fish tank.

I want to do an open house
at the factory.

- Okay? What did you have in mind?
- People can come and ask questions.

- I'll serve oysters and champagne.
- For God's sake, no!

Free beer, hot dogs and happy jazz will
have them crawling out of the woodwork.

Kai Ove? We have to get going.
Oh hi, Thorkild.

- Hi, Kit. Nice to see you again.
- You too.

- What happened to your eye?
- Oh that...

Well, that's little Kit for you.

She's such a klutz.

She bumped into a knee.
Yes, well...

We've got to get going.
We do folk dancing.

- I'm ready.
- No. You're not wearing any pants.

Get in here.
How many times have I told you...

Welcome.
Welcome to Dan Dream.

Hi there, Fanny.

Vonsil, put the calendar away.
We've got kids here.

- They can't see what month it is?
- Just do it.

Great do, Thorkild.

Now you see where beer, happy jazz
and hot dogs will get you in this town.

You just met Brownie.
That's what we call her.

- Her nipples are huge and brown.
- Oh. How do you know?

She's cheap.
Real cheap.

Now, these are the galvanized screws.

But these are the non-galvanized screws.

You reek of sweat.
You reek of sweat.

- Don't you shower anymore?
- Sure I do, Kirsten.

I showered...

Where's the calendar?
I showered...

Good grief!

She's bored.
I think Bjerringsund bores her.

So I'm really glad
you promised her that librarian job.

- We just talked about it.
- It changes everything.

- It'll make Kirsten happy again.
- Maybe you ought to change things.

- In what way?
- Prepare a romantic dinner.

I do it all the time with Grace. A nice
dinner and dessert in the bedroom.

- If you know what I mean...!
- Lemon curd?

Let's take one of me inside the car.

- We don't need to.
- It's no bother. Front-page material.

Welcome to open house at Dan Dream -

- the world's first electric car.

I have a dream.
I have a Dan dream -

- a Dan Dream,
I have a dreamy Dan Dream.

I want to make a good electric car,
but safety is a top priority as well -

- which our technical supervisor will
tell you more about: Jens Knastrup.

We're going to perform a crash test -

- by ramming the car into
a concrete wall at 30 mph.

- Help!
- Then we'll check the crash test dummy.

How damaged is it?
Vonsil, will you do the honors?

Vonsil, go over and check the damage.

Shit.

Don't worry.
I only hit my head really bad.

Electric car and heaps of free hot dogs

- What a success!
- The mood changed completely.

People loved it.

I saw a woman drinking a Coke
with two straws. That's one horny chick.

- This calls for champagne, doesn't it?
- Sure. Take a look at this.

That's my stump.
I made the papers, man.

Hi, Kirsten.

- What are you doing home?
- I made a romantic dinner.

Oh.

- Who are you?
- He...

He's... teaching me
how to play the trumpet.

- The trumpet?
- Yes.

I take trumpet lessons
twice a week with Bjørn.

- Oh?
- Yes. I'm Bjørn.

Trumpet Bjørn.

Where's the trumpet?

You've got a nerve! I'm out of work
and trying to learn an instrument.

Spare me your pathetic questions!

- Is your daughter's name really Fanny?
- Yes.

You do know it means vagina, right?
Not that I mind.

It was Kirsten's idea.
I wanted to name her Rikke.

- You can't make fun of that.
- Rikke-Dick.

Good morning.
Gather round. I've got great news.

- A library job for Kirsten?
- No, it's got nothing to do with that.

Look.

- Well?
- World premiere at Forum?

- Look, Freddie!
- Shit!

We've been cooped up here long enough.
Let's show the world our creation.

Is it true that Prime Minister Schlüter
is coming to Forum?

The PM himself will present
the electric car from Bjerringsund -

- the home town of Kai Ove.
It doesn't get any bigger than that.

- We're presenting it in 14 days?
- Yes.

We aren't ready.
The car isn't finished.

The world press is coming. You'll
just have to work around the clock.

But I've got problems at home.
Kirsten's on my back about that job.

Keep your eye on the ball here.
This is a huge chance.

Let's take it. Let's finish
the world's first electric car!

Am I right?
Get to work!

- 14 days, Thorkild.
- Come on!

Give me five!
This is a great ride.

I think it's chic.
And I love that it doesn't make a sound.

Hell yeah.
It doesn't make a sound.

The brakes don't work.
The fucking brakes don't work!

- Hit the brakes!
- I am, for fuck's sake!

- Use the handbrake.
- I only have one arm, for fuck's sake!

- Why don't they work?
- Knas, where's the fucking handbrake?

Oh shit!

Goddammit!

- Sit still.
- Alright!

Why aren't you working?
What happened to you?

- Well, you can thank Knas.
- Where is Knas?

Kirsten called to say he wasn't coming.

Do I have to go pick him up myself?

Thanks a lot!

Hi, Fanny.

- Knas, why aren't you at work?
- Jens is helping me pack.

We're moving back to Copenhagen
so I can get my library job back.

- But I need Knas.
- I need a job.

- I promise I'll get you that job.
- So get it now.

- Right now?
- Yes! Let's go to the library.

- Get me that job!
- But...

Alright, let's do it.

- Can I go to work then?
- No. Not until I've got a job.

I'm driving.

Fanny, let's go.

- Thanks.
- There she is, Thorkild.

- The Brownie?
- The Brownie?

Hello.

- We're closed.
- Can I come in for a moment?

I scratch your back...

Okay, then.
Let's get it over with.

- Didn't we have some mints?
- Fanny probably ate them.

- This is taking ages.
- That means she didn't say no.

- You start tomorrow at 10.
- Great.

Happy now, Kirsten?

- I can't believe we made it.
- You'd think we were rock stars.

- With a party bus.
- We're riding in the Dynamite Express!

Just wait until we return from Forum.
What a triumph! Let's go.

- Congratulations, Thorkild.
- Thanks.

We've got a driver, a driver,
as crazy as MacGyver

in the bus, yeah
in the bus, yeah.

We've got a driver, a driver,
as crazy as MacGyver

in the bus
where we hang out.

- Cheers!
- Listen, everyone.

I've booked a table for us
at Baron Von Dy.

No way am I gonna dip my skewer where
you dip yours, if you get my drift!

I don't.
Anyway, it's at 7 pm.

Vonsil, please double-check tomorrow -

- that there are two wedges under
the front wheels, so it won't roll.

- Aye-aye, captain.
- Thank you.

Grace, when you've driven five laps...
Knas?

When Grace has driven
five laps tomorrow, she'll go to pit -

- and then I want people
to ask you questions, okay?

- Yes.
- Good.

- Can Freddie come?
- Sure.

As long as he doesn't poop on the PM.

Poop or no poop, I can't wait
to meet Prime Minister Schlüter.

- You have to cook it first.
- Nice and tender.

- You have to cook it in the pot first.
- It needs cooking?

- You can't eat raw chicken.
- Why didn't you say so?

Oh shit.

I'd like to thank my wife -

- for being a real trooper about
all this. Because you are, Kirsten.

You've settled in in Bjerringsund.
Not only have you got yourself a job -

- but a hobby, too.

- So I got you a present.
- My goodness! I wonder what it is.

- Wow.
- Shit, man! Alright.

- Well, well. You take trumpet lessons?
- No, not at all.

- Sure you do. Twice a week.
- Play a fanfare.

- Grace wants a fanfare.
- But I haven't...

- You can do it.
- Show them how good you are.

Play the one, you know...

Come on now,
Kirsten, Kirsten, Kirsten -

- and Kirsten, Kirsten,
Kirsten, Kirsten. Play it!

- We promise to sing along, Kirsten.
- We really want to hear.

Kirsten, who the fuck's
giving you trumpet lessons?

Trumpet Bjørn. The waiter.
He sidelines as a trumpet teacher.

- Trumpet Bjørn, you know...
- Well, that was lovely.

- We'll get much joy out of that.
- I'd like to propose a toast.

Here's to a fantastic international
presentation tomorrow. Cheers.

I've got a big day tomorrow. Thousands
are going to celebrate my battery.

It's gonna make a splash. It might even
make the front page of The Engineer.

We're a good team.
Me and my battery, you and your trumpet.

- I don't play the trumpet.
- Don't be so hard on yourself.

- It's a difficult instrument.
- I don't take trumpet lessons.

I had an affair with Bjørn.

You're never here.
What the hell did you expect?

- So you haven't tooted the trumpet?
- No, damn it.

I tooted Bjørn's horn, for God's sake.

- Twice a week for four hours?
- I'm going to my mom's, Jens.

- Thorkild, got a moment?
- Sure.

Look, I didn't get to look
at your accounts until this morning.

- You've spent all your money.
- What?

Renting Forum, checking buyers
into the D'Angleterre -

- sun hats, happy jazz.
It all adds up.

Sure, but once the buyers see the car,
we're gonna be rolling in money.

- I'm glad to her that.
- Per Lawman, you have a nosebleed.

- Sure all that coke isn't dangerous?
- If it was, no one would be doing it.

Hey there!
You got your period!

Your first?

Thorkild, something just crossed
my mind while I was in the can.

Did you say Grace was driving the car?

Yes. It's not uncommon
to have beautiful women present a car.

No, but there's no getting around she's
a Negro. A Negro in an electric car.

Can't you hear how crazy that sounds?
It's cuckoo.

It's like a hat wearing a hat
or cheese with cheese.

- It's 1983. I think people are ready.
- You're still in Denmark.

Beer and hot dogs work.
Don't start getting fancy ideas.

- Are you okay?
- My stomach's rumbling again.

I think I'm allergic to this fondue.
This is nasty.

I think I'm gonna need a towel.

- Thorkild, aren't you coming to bed?
- Sure. I'm just worried about tomorrow.

If this fails...

What?

Everything is impossible
until it's been done.

- Nelson Mandela says so.
- And isn't he in prison?

Papa T.
Come to bed.

- Come on.
- You're right, Grace.

Thanks, Grace.

- I love you.
- I love you too, darling.

- What's that?
- The mayor.

Or maybe Kirsten's practicing
the trumpet. But she doesn't play.

No. She's bad.

Who'd have thought little Denmark
would build its own car? Dan Dream.

People are coming from near and far-

- including journalists
from 41 countries.

Dan Dream will be doing the rounds
here at Forum -

- all thanks to entrepreneur
Thorkild Bonnesen and his dream team.

Hi, Thorkild. Wagner Sørensen
from Silkeborg Municipality.

I ordered 30 of your new car.

So we're pretty excited to see
what we ordered.

- Yeah.
- Shit, look at her.

Pitch-black.
You never get used to that.

Well, so long.

Hi, Papa T.
Everything looks great!

Look, I've been thinking.
You're not driving the car.

- Why not?
- We can't afford any mishaps.

- I'm an experienced driver.
- I know.

I've been talking to people, and we have
to remember what people want.

- They don't want anything strange.
- What do you want?

- What matters is what they want.
- What do you mean?

Buyers have come from West Germany,
the Netherlands, Belgium but not Uganda.

And so what?
And so what?

It's going to be too weird, period.
It's like a hat wearing a hat.

- A hat wearing a hat? What's that?
- Like cheese with cheese.

It's weird. Like if you take a cheese
sandwich with bread, butter and cheese -

- and top it with cheese.
It's weird.

- Are you sick? What's up?
- No, Grace.

- Put that hand away.
- Fine.

Grace, try to see it my way.

Boys,
Grace isn't driving the car.

- Okay. Want me to drive?
- I'll do it.

No, think of the stakes.
The car must be the main focus.

You're too conspicuous. We need
an ordinary Danish man to drive it.

I'll do it.
The police won't stop me here.

Per Lawman, no thanks.
Knas will drive the car.

- Where is Knas? Haven't you seen Knas?
- He hasn't showed up yet.

Goddammit!

He's right.
You're too conspicuous.

- Look who's talking.
- Where are my shoes?

Knas! Knas!

Knas, dammit! We've got
a presentation in 30 minutes at Forum!

- You're driving the car.
- Me?

Yes. Is that a problem?
Put on your shoes and get going.

Kirsten's had an affair
with Trumpet Bjørn.

That'll have to wait.
Put on your shoes in the taxi.

- Hurry!
- Alright.

Shut the door.

- It's hot in here.
- In a minute you drive five laps.

And we'll be a world sensation, okay?
Isn't that a good plan?

Sure, let's stick to that.

Thorkild.

Shut the door. Shut it.
What?

Maybe Kirsten tooted or smooched
Trumpet Bjørn's horn...

- Or his wiener.
- Get a grip!

Should I get a divorce?
What about Fanny?

Stop!
We don't know what happened.

It's probably something Kirsten made up.
You have been away a lot. You have.

- Okay, now focus.
- I have been away a lot.

- She made it up.
- Let's concentrate on the car. Ready?

- Yes.
- Roll up the window.

- Thorkild, the PM's here.
- Ladies and gentlemen: The PM!

How much we've seen in the world -

- and in Denmark since World War 2.

Sheltered by peacetime, we built up
a new, modern Denmark.

Together, we can strengthen
Danish research -

- and the development
of products for the future.

Denmark's first electric car is about
to drive its first lap. Very exciting!

There it is.

Wait until you hear how silent it is.

Don't worry.
You'll all get a close look at it.

The PM sure has a full head of hair.
Just like a real Kennedy.

But I never got to meet him.
Of course not, after you tried -

- to run him down with your stupid car.
I told you to make an electric kettle!

Then the worst-case scenario would
have been accidentally scalding the PM!

- Did you fall asleep, Knas?
- No.

- You must have dozed off.
- No.

Knas, you were fast asleep.

I was blinded by
the photographers' flashes.

I don't notice the car rolling.
When I do, I'm a yard from the barrier.

Oh, that bloody fondue stomach!

I crapped my pants.
Get me a new pair of pants.

- The press is waiting.
- There's a shop in Kværndrup.

- We're not going to Kværndrup.
- Right.

I'll wait in the bathroom.

I'm a size 46.
My political career is on the line.

- Grace, get him some pants.
- No. It's too weird.

Like a hat wearing cheese
or a cheese that's a hat or whatever.

Do I have do everything myself?!

Hello there.

I need a size 46 of something like that.

Very well.

- That'll be 140 kroner.
- Here's 150.

Driver! Open the back door!

But, Thorkild, it's a denim jacket!

- Kai Ove, got time for a few questions?
- No comment.

- You must have some comments.
- I'm afraid not.

Sure, but give us a break.

Of course I understand, but...

You can't be serious, Claus.
We made a deal.

I didn't wreck the car. My hopeless
technical supervisor Knas did.

You're asking me how to spell Knas?
Call yourself a journalist?

Very impressive.

The tabloids keep calling.

And the idiot from Silkeborg canceled
the deal, too. He's the third one today.

What the hell's happening?

How about the buyers from Germany,
Belgium, the Netherlands?

No foreigners are gonna buy a Danish car
that the Danes don't even believe in.

Surely you can see that.
You're not that stupid, are you?

The money's gone, Grace.
Not a penny left. All gone.

You're singing?
What the hell is there to sing about?

You like the pool, too.
You like a good steak, handbags -

- new shoes and what have you.
Now it's all...

Thorkild, it's your own fault.
You got scared at Forum.

You were afraid to let an African drive.

You didn't walk the line. Too scared to
go all the way for what you believe in.

I sold my house, okay?
I moved to this hellhole.

I've spent 60 million kroner.
I work day and night.

I even had to screw
the Brownie librarian -

- to get Kirsten a job, so Knas would go
to work to get the car ready.

That sure as hell is going all in!

Grace, don't do that.
Stop, Grace.

Grace! I didn't like doing it.

Okay? I did it for our sake.
Grace, come back!

Grace.

Damn, it's sweet!

Grace!

Grace, I broke a bottle in the pool.
Come back.

There's broken glass everywhere.
I can't deal with bottles now as well!

Grace! Who's gonna call the pool guy?
There's broken glass everywhere!

I went to the garage and fixed the
bumper and put in a new windshield -

- that'll deflect flash.

Anti-flash.
In case of photography.

Flash? How about getting
some matches for your eyelids?

- Thorkild, what now?
- What are you talking about?

We're gonna go on as planned.
One more round and we go on.

Tommy, another round of beers.
Has anyone seen Grace?

That's so Grace. I bet she went
back to Africa. That's just so Grace.

Always taking the easy way out.
I pampered her from head to toe -

- and she just takes off.
No fucking way.

I'm gonna call her.
I'm gonna call Africa.

Quiet, please. I'm trying
to call Africa. Hey, stand still!

Thanks.

What the fuck does it say?
There.

- What does that say?
- 2, 1.

Not that! Okay, from the top.
Thanks a lot, Henrik.

- What does it say? There.
- 0, 0...

I can read the numbers 1-10.

Stop huffing, for fuck's sake.
You sound like a bellows.

I'm not trying to light a fire.
I'm calling Ghana.

Give me a break!

4... Goddammit.

I hate to interfere, but the word is
she's at the women's shelter in Gørlund.

- Where?
- The Witch's Lair in Gørlund.

Let's go, guys.
Get a move on!

I bet there are a lot of neglected,
hence horny, women at that shelter.

What a mean thing to say.
These women are in distress.

My point exactly.

- Look, I'm here to get my girlfriend.
- Let me say it again.

- Men are not allowed here.
- Oh cut the crap!

Hey!

Let's go, guys!

- There she is!
- Grace! Grace! Grace, my darling.

- Hell, that's not Grace.
- Are you sure?

- Yes.
- We came all this way. Just take her.

- Oh come on.
- Attack!

Kit?

Let's go to the pub.

No, I want to go home.
Kirsten's back.

Oh, shut up.
She had an affair. Everybody knows it.

If only you'd got her that job,
it wouldn't have happened.

So now it's my fault?
Fine! Let's call the whole thing off!

Thorkild. We quit our good jobs
to move over here with you.

Good jobs? You were scrubbing floors
at a strip joint when I met you.

Vonsil's right. A lot of things would
have been easier for me if I'd stayed.

I've fucking had it!

Get out of the car!
Get the fuck out, Knas.

I'm calling the whole thing off.
Get out when I tell you to!

- It's my car.
- Oh right.

And so we're back where we started.
Shitfaced, lost everything -

- and I haven't even hit
rock bottom yet.

Thorkild Bonnesen? You're under arrest
for assault at the shelter.

You're coming with me
to the police station.

- Listen to the music.
- Please come along.

- You have to come with me.
- No way. I'm going in the pool.

- Come here. Bonnesen!
- Hurray! I'm going in the pool!

Bonnesen?

And so I hit rock bottom.

- Good morning, Thorkild.
- Good morning.

He made the front page. Shit,
the whole station's laughing at him.

- The man just fell asleep.
- He had an enginear-death experience!

An enginear-death experience, get it?
He's the laughing stock of the country.

What a fucking idiot.

Well...

- Isn't it early for strawberries?
- I think they're the first this year.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, come back.

Hey!
I want to talk to my lawyer.

- Thanks for letting me borrow them.
- What have you been up to?

I quit cocaine.
I'm bored, Thorkild.

- I'm bored as hell.
- Great.

You have to get me out of here.
There's something I need to do.

Help me. Please.

Maybe I can help the both of us.
My life is boring as hell anyway.

I'll do a double line.

- Welcome back, buddy.
- Hey.

- This is it, Papa T.
- What's going on?

- Let go of me! Not the keys.
- Run, Thorkild!

Run!

You may ask -

- what a lawnmower like this
has to do with modern transport.

Well, this is no ordinary lawnmower.

It moves on the grass
with the help of an air cushion.

Hello, Kirsten. Hi, Fanny.
Hi, Knas.

- What do you want?
- I want to talk to Knas.

I forgive you for Forum.
You didn't have a chance.

You were in the dark in the car,
and the PM's speech was long and boring.

I forgive you, and I'm sorry
you were the laughing stock of Denmark.

- "An enginear-death experience."
- It's a load of crap.

But, Knas?

You and I are going for an important
ride in our Dan Dream car. Come on!

- Now?
- Right now!

No, Jens. Ever since that hustler
came along, things have gone haywire.

And I'm reduced to being the woman
married to the Forum idiot.

I'm not making any more sacrifices.

Sacrifices?
Shut your dirty mouth, Kirsten.

You only got the job because
Thorkild fucked the chief librarian.

For 20 stiff minutes,
Thorkild had to ram his penis -

- in the librarian's red, hairy vagina!
In the childrens' book department!

- To get you a job!
- Knas...

Not now! He didn't even climax.
Did you, Thorkild?

He didn't enjoy it anyway.
We're leaving now, Kirsten -

- and nothing you can say
can stop me.

And get off Fanny's back.
You're making her life hell.

She's not unhappy because she's fat,
She's fat because she's unhappy!

And you're not really fat, Fanny.
It's just puppy fat.

You're the most beautiful girl
in Bjerringsund.

Thanks, Dad.

This almond tart is for you.

- I'll drive.
- Bye, Miss Fanny. Kirsten.

These are the first Danish strawberries,
We're gonna deliver them to Peder Oxe.

- Why deliver them to a restaurant?
- Because we promised.

To prove the car's alright.
It didn't crash because it's a bad car.

- Knas fell asleep.
- No, I was blinded.

Relax, it was my fault. I got scared
and chose the wrong driver.

Knas. I let you down, too,
and I'm sorry. I apologize.

- We love you, Thorkild.
- Back off, sweet Prince Henrik.

Okay, but what about the car?
It's only got a 100-km range.

- We need 30-40 batteries.
- You're not going anywhere.

Your little shit box ruined
the good reputation of Bjerringsund!

I guarantee you
that no one's gonna help you.

Oh yes.
I'll give you a battery.

Before Thorkild came to town,
this town was a lifeless hole.

- He gave us all faith in...
- Sit down!

No, Kai Ove.
Dear citizens of Bjerringsund -

- your mayor, Kai Ove Jakobsen,
beats his wife, that is me.

That's a downright lie!
Sit down, I tell you!

Hey, hey, hey! Hello!

Sit down!

You're the dumbest idiots I ever saw,
but you sure have given us a laugh.

- Hell, I'll give you a battery.
- Thanks.

- Me too.
- I guess I owe you one, too.

- Thanks, Trumpet Bjørn.
- I'll give you a battery as well.

- And me.
- Me too.

Thanks a lot. Great.
Thanks, Bjerringsund!

- Where are the strawberries?
- In the back.

- This is a genuine adventure.
- Straight out of the 'Famous Five'.

- But there's only four of us.
- Not counting Freddie.

'Five and the Spazz Jeep'.

- Did you talk to Grace?
- No. I don't know where she is.

- I treated her badly.
- I hope she isn't dead.

No, she's just somewhere else.
Maybe Africa.

Africa?
In that case she is dead.

Ever heard the one about the two Negroes
at the steak joint?

"Two well-done, thanks."
"I can see that, but what'll it be?"

You gotta drop the Negro jokes.

It's all in good fun.

- I'm sick of them.
- Relax, will you?

No! You're the only one that thinks
they're funny. The only one laughing.

- Oh come on.
- Okay, listen.

Keep telling Negro jokes until you stop
laughing and get it out of your system.

- And then we'll continue, okay?
- Okay.

Okay, here goes.

What do you call a Negro
with a wooden leg?

A stick in a turd.

What does a Negro who's got
the shits say? "Help, I'm melting!"

What do you say to a Negro in a uniform?
"Two Whoppers, please."

What does a Negro with 12 warning
triangles up his ass look like?

A Toblerone.

I'm done.
They don't make me laugh anymore.

- Then let's go.
- Yes.

Ever heard the one about the two Eskimos
who pass by a bar?

And the last battery, Henrik.
Is it enough, Knas?

I think so.

What's happening?

- The battery's dead.
- Shit.

Okay. We'll wait here
until a car approaches.

Then we stop it, grab their battery
and go on. Okay.

No fucking way!
Wait here.

I think I'm ready to settle down.

I'm tired of messing around
with a new chick every night.

Every night? You haven't been with
a chick for as long as I've known you.

You haven't been with a chick either.

No.
And I think you know why.

- It's not exactly a secret anymore.
- Knas, haven't you got a secret?

- No.
- Get it off your chest.

Yes.
I don't really like cutlets.

- That's your secret, Knas?
- Yes. I can squeeze down a rissole.

But not cutlets.
Well, now you know.

What the hell?

Is that Thorkild?

We'll take this battery!

- It's a live one.
- I'm a bit worried.

It's 25 times as powerful as
a car battery. We're gonna go too fast.

- But that's great.
- No, the car's tested up to 35 mph.

- We'll pull the handbrake as we go.
- I'd strongly advise against that.

- Well, we're gonna. Let's go.
- It's a bad idea.

Henrik?

I had a bad experience with a harvester.
Just a few years ago.

- How awful.
- Horrible.

You're gay? That's terrible.
When did that happen?

Know what happens if a gay guy
mistakes wallpaper paste for vaseline?

His wallpaper falls off.

Wallpaper!

Let's go!

Let's stick together.

Oh let's stick together.

Oh let's stick together

You know it's summer when
Nanna sings 'Let's Stick Together'.

Baron Reedtz-Thott just picked up
the first box of Danish strawberries -

- and is on his way in his Ferrari
to Restaurant Peder Oxe.

Damn!

- Let's drop the handbrake.
- No! It's only tested to 35 mph.

- But we have to.
- No! Who's technical supervisor here?

- We have to!
- No. It's too dangerous.

- Shut up, Knas.
- No, no!

It went like a dream, Knas.
Dan Dream is the car of the future!

Shit, man. This is it.

- I don't believe it.
- What the hell's happening?

I can see the restaurant from here.

- Grace.
- Hi, Papa T.

- It's Grace!
- Are you sure?

- How did you know I was here?
- You're the talk of Bjerringsund.

They're calling you a hero.

And they said you were looking for me.

Everything is impossible
until it's been done.

Grace, I want you to drive the car.
100%. Guys, out.

- We'll push. Come on.
- Hi, Grace!

- Okay.
- Ready, guys?

- And push!
- One, two, three.

Yes, onwards.
That's it, Knas.

- Here comes trouble. Are you squatters?
- No, no. We're Dan Dream.

- Did Reedtz-Thott bring strawberries?
- No, we're all waiting for him.

- Yes!
- We did it!

Well done. You drove your electric car
all the way to Copenhagen.

Thanks, but don't praise me.
These three gentlemen built the car.

- Talk to them.
- I will.

- Congratulations, honey.
- It all worked out fine?

I need to do something.
Excuse me?

Can I have your attention?
A year ago we promised -

- to bring the first Danish strawberries
in the world's first electric car.

We succeeded.

Some people say:
"Who do you think you are?"

Tell them:
"We know who we are. We matter!"

Ladies and gentlemen:

I give you
the first Danish strawberries.

They made it!

What the hell?

- Fucking rabbit!
- Okay, fair enough.

The electric car Hope Whisper crashed
at Forum on October 14th, 1983.

The cause of the crash
is still uncertain.

After the crash, buyers
and investors lost faith in the project.

Pre-orders worth millions were canceled
and the people behind lost everything.

Later, electric cars turned out to be
a pretty good idea.

Dedicated to the real Thorkild,
Thure Barsøe-Carnfeldt -

- and the rest of the
Hope Whisper Pioneers.

Subtitles: Helle Schou Kristiansen
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