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I've always been a mama's boy.

I'm an only child. So was my mom.

We preferred staying at home.

Nobody ever came to visit us.

They only came when my mom died. Complete strangers

who wanted nothing but to talk about my life.

Didn't they have their own lives to talk about?

It was kind of the Norwegian government to offer a place to people who struggle.

But all I wanted was to be left alone.

The worst part about Brøynes was having to open up.

Talking about Mother and me and our shared loneliness over 40 years.

I had to share a room with an orangutan

who only thought of naked women and food.

Hey!

I'm not doing great, either.

It's been forty years and I've never had sex.

-You have half of your life ahead of you. -I don't know about that.

I have half of my life behind me,

I live in a madhouse and I've never had sex.

-Sex is overrated. -How is sex overrated?

-It gets boring. -I'll never get tired of fucking.

I've never had many friends. I've actually never had any.

Kjell Bjarne obviously needed spiritual guidance.

It was just a coincidence. I worked as a second mate on SS Norway.

Sailed around the Caribbean. Later, I visited a nice brothel.

With naked women?

I impressed them so much…

…they forgot to get paid.

What the fuck?

Kjell Bjarne was shocked by what I had said and told Gunn.

-Elling lied to you. -What do you mean, lied?

-Aren't you a member of Bandidos? -Well, not exactly a member.

Stop lying. Tell him the truth!

-And the girl you fucked on a motorcycle? -That's also a lie.

You're just jealous, Gunn.

It got better, as they say.

The women on Palm Island…

who smeared you and themselves with…

-Oil? -Yes.

-Also a lie. -I don't care about any of it.

-You really mean that? -Yes. As long as you tell the story again.

Kjell Bjarne never ratted me out again.

After two years, the government moved us out of Brøynes…

into our own apartment…

Bye.

…in Majorstuen in Oslo.

There we would try to get back into the real world.

-Yes? -Yes?

-What's your destination? -We're going to Oslo, of course.

One way?

Are there more ways?

We want the fastest way to Oslo.

Frank Åslid from the municipality will be waiting for us.

Since you work for the NSB, do you know some people there? Are they nice?

-That'll be 130 kr. -One-thirty?

Last time it was 25 to Larvik.

-That must have been 30 years ago. -Yes.

Come on, Elling!

SEASON TICKETS ONLY

Elling!

Hello!

Are you'll Elling and Kjell Bjarne? Two guys on a journey to Oslo?

-Are you… -Hello! Hi.

…Frank Åslid?

-Do they have hot dogs here? -All good?

-Are you from Oslo municipality? -I'll die otherwise.

Come, let's go.

-What's your name again? -His name is Frank Åslid.

-You're from Oslo municipality? -That's right.

-Are you married? -Yeah.

Is she nice?

Yeah, she's all right. Please call me Frank.

-What's her name? -Kjell Bjarne!

Janne.

-Does she have any girlfriends? -Kjell Bjarne!

Come on up, guys. It's the third floor.

Put your stuff down. You're home now. You're in charge here.

You don't have a cigarette, do you?

You need to show me that you two are okay by yourselves.

Shop, cook, use the phone, socialize. Prove you can live like normal people.

If you can't, the apartment will go to someone else.

-There is nothing to eat here! -You'll have to manage your own food.

Once you step out, take a left

and down the street. I'll drop by to see how you're doing.

You'll get your own bedrooms.

Come here. Elling!

Here. This is your room.

And this is your room, Kjell Bjarne. Now put your damn backpack down, already.

-Am I supposed to sleep in here? -It's nice to have your own room, right?

-It'll be all right, Kjell. -Here's my number.

Remember, I have ten other people to look after.

He's like Jesus. Jesus also had 12 people to look after.

Let's go out to eat. Oslo municipality is treating you.

Come on, Elling. Let's go to eat with Oslo municipality!

We just arrived. Why do we have to leave already?

It's a lovely home, but they're dragging us out for some food.

I thought we could celebrate.

It's better to celebrate a new house in the house itself.

-We have nothing to eat! -Then Elling will have to get the food.

Elling!

For as long as I can remember, I've had two enemies, dizziness and no rest.

Elling! Just around the corner. Go on now.

SALE

No matter where I go, they keep following me.

Come on, you hippo!

I'm totally fine. I'm okay.

I can handle it myself, Frank. This is Frank Åslid from the municipality.

Eat something, Elling. You need some food in your system.

No, thanks. I don't eat on command, Frank.

You didn't come here to stare at the wall!

You need to get back out there.

It's okay, Kjell Bjarne.

-It'll be just like Brøynes. -Yeah. Just like Brøynes.

I want to listen.

Sure, but not to this. Only NRK P1!

-You have a picture of your mom? -Yes, I wanted to decorate a little.

Decorate with your mom?

In your dreams.

If my mom comes here, I'll kick her and my stepdad out.

Don't say such things about your mother. She gave birth to you and fed you.

Not my mom. Have you never thought of killing your mother?

-Why would I ever think that? -What about your father? Is he nice?

He died two weeks before I was born. I think my mom liked him.

This is the news…

-I'm hungry, Elling! -The store is just down the street.

Well done, Kjell Bjarne!

That's the best food I've ever tasted.

A little bit closer to you. There!

My mom took care of the practical stuff. I took care of the ideology.

The Norwegian Labor Party only focused on the important matters.

Elling! Go to the store. It's always me. You haven't been outside this house!

Haven't I done anything? Am I eating all the food here?

-We should go for a walk. Or to a café. -To a bar?

Yes, or to a café, places that women go to.

Women like clean men who smell good. Not men with 14 day old sweat.

-It hasn't been 14 days. At most. -Maybe ten.

This is the last time I'm going to the store.

Wrong number again.

Elling!

Kjell Bjarne! Are you there, guys?

Why aren't you answering the telephone?

I guess it's broken.

I've tried to call over and over. It's broken.

Sharpen up, guys.

We need some clear agreements.

You need to be able to answer the telephone for this to work.

Kjell Bjarne!

Fine. We'll need some telephone practice again.

-I gotta tidy up my toolbox. -No, both of you. Come on.

Come on!

When the telephone rings, pick up the receiver and say, "Hello."

Okay? Elling, first.

Let's pretend someone is calling, okay?

Ring, ring…

Answer the telephone.

Answer, Elling.

Pick it up and say, "Hello."

Come on.

Come on, Elling.

-Hello? -Hi, Elling. It's Frank. How are you?

-Pick it up! -Hi, I'm thirsty. Same to you.

That's good, Elling. Great! One more time.

-My mom always answered the telephone. -Yeah?

Your mom is dead, so now it's your turn to answer the telephone.

Ring.

Say something, Elling.

Talk to me, Elling.

I can't do that. Talking to plastic is unnatural.

Yeah? Then get out and meet some people.

Why do we always have to go out?

If you don't do as I say…

you won't have an apartment.

Elling. Maybe we should start going out, like Franks says.

Like Frank says.

The women aren't going to come here. They don't even know that we live here.

We don't have to go out to meet women.

Frank taught us how useful a phone can be.

I'm so glad you called. I love sex.

I'm sitting here touching myself. Kiss my boobs.

No, no, yes, you have such a big cock. Yes, harder…

I'm so glad you called…

Four thousand! Four thousand!

You have to choose. Pussy talk or apartment.

You won't meet people by listening to pussy talk on the telephone.

-It's called priorities. -That's what I told Kjell Bjarne.

-You never told me that! -Yes, I did!

Shut up!

Last warning.

We need clear agreements, rules and some progress.

I said we should go out.

"Go out, go out, go out." After losing 4,000 you want to go out?

-Let's go to the movies. -No.

No.

-Come on, Elling. -No.

SALE EVERYTHING MUST GO

Two against one. It's always been like that.

When three grown men clash, it gets rough.

-That's the best movie I've ever seen. -Nice movie, Elling.

What kind of times are we living in? I'm a modern human being.

I refuse to applaud this moral breakdown.

-It was a comedy film. -Didn't you get the humor?

It wasn't funny! You don't understand anything.

Nothing is ever good enough for you.

-There's no talking to you. -Let's go out and eat.

Not out to eat again.

You had to go home to take a crap.

-Public toilets aren't my strong suit. -I would like to see your strong suit!

Smoking is not allowed here. Put it out.

No more living in a cage!

He interferes with everything. Nothing is ever good enough.

He's mocking my ideals.

What about going out without Frank, just the two of us?

I'm also afraid too. But we only live once.

Let's hope so. The thought of reincarnation bothers me.

A guy like me must be extremely far away from Nirvana.

-What? -Never mind.

We can visit the café nearby.

They had bacon and gravy the other day.

A real place, nothing fancy.

-If something goes wrong, we can go home. -Yes, or run.

Exactly. No problem.

SALE EVERYTHING MUST GO

Come on, Elling.

Come on! Just across the street.

Walk on the white line.

So, here I am with one of life's simpletons.

At the same time, it feels safe having him next to me.

A strange type of safety.

We can go now. Come on!

-I hope they have lots of fried bacon. -Bacon and gravy. I can't wait.

-We would like-- -Here you go.

Fuck it! They don't have bacon and gravy!

-Drinks? -Don't you have bacon and gravy?

Today's special is lapskaus.

You said they have bacon and gravy!

Wait, I'll ask the chef.

-Gunn says you give up to quickly. -I was so set on bacon and gravy!

-You're lucky, boys. Two servings left. -What's your name?

-Johanne. -Thank you, Johanne.

My pleasure. I'll get you some water.

-I hope you like it? -Best food I ever tasted.

-Not as good as my mom's. -I'll let the chef know.

There you go.

Sensational woman.

Frank should have seen us, he would've been so pleased.

Not until we sit next to a group of people from different cultures.

You moron!

It's almost like we should let Frank know that we are here.

-Do it. -I said, "Almost."

-Bjarne. -Can I have it?

Yes.

-We have to go. -Why?

I need the bathroom.

The toilet is over there. Want me to go with you?

People are so different.

Some have walked alone to the South Pole.

While I have to pull myself together to walk across a restaurant floor.

I guess this is what crossing your limits mean.

That's all for today.

-Hi, Åslid here. -Is this Frank? It's me.

Wow, Elling! You're calling me?

-Kjell Bjarne and I are out, eating. -Really?

It's bacon and gravy on Friday, so Kjell Bjarne was easy to convince.

-I'm impressed. -Yeah, you should be.

-Nice, Elling. -Right?

A couple of nice women now. Shall we just make one last call?

Let's take in some culture instead.

Come on.

-Culture my ass! -We'll see.

Fuck! I can't believe it!

-What if they were alive? -I've thought about that.

Look here! Look at this one.

Kjell Bjarne, look!

-What the fuck! -It's unbelievable!

-I can't wait any longer. -It's only five.

-Yeah, but… -Eat your cake first.

-Here you are. -For me?

If you don't like it, I'll hang myself.

-Is it okay? -Amazing!

I made it in my spare time.

Look, Elling. You and I are sitting here.

You're the yellow guy.

I'll give you your present as well.

Merry Christmas.

-What the fuck? -Try not to swear on Christmas Eve.

-How did you know I wanted the blonde? -I know you a little bit now.

That's the greatest present I've ever received.

Same here.

-What's that? -Kjell Bjarne!

Kjell Bjarne?

Elling! Help me. There's a woman lying in the stairway.

-Who is it? -I don't know.

-Is she sick? -She will be. She's hammered.

-Come inside. Someone else can find her. -Come and help me!

It's okay. One step at a time. What's your name?

What?

-Take her purse. What's her name? -Are you crazy?

Pour it out!

Reidun Nordsletten! She lives here.

December 24th 1963.

She has the same birthday as Jesus.

-Fuck! -Today?

She's knocked up.

Isn't it just fat?

It's also fat.

Behind the fat floats an astronaut.

I hope she didn't hurt the baby.

-Kjell Bjarne. -Relax. I've done this with my mom.

-Open up! -I can't.

-Open up! -Okay.

You want her to lie there on Christmas Eve?

When we get her inside, we'll leave, and then we'll call her later.

-I'll stay here until she wakes up. -You'll scare her to death.

The child's father might show up.

This is senseless behavior. I'm going to tell Frank.

So…

Just get it out. That's fine.

I'll walk back down to the apartment.

There you go…

Then the words came to me.

As if written on the inside of my eyelids.

We found her in the stairs.

Her hair, a black raven wing against the floor.

Vi put her on the bed. The angels had already impregnated her.

My God. You've created poetry.

I never realized I was a poet.

No wonder misunderstandings happen. The poetry…

My own language has remained undiscovered within me.

We found her in the stairs. Her hair…

It's poetry!

We put her on the bed.

The angels had already impregnated her.

Hey, Elling!

Why haven't you gone to bed?

There you are.

You know why I left, why I was so discrete?

I was coming to the rescue in case something happened.

-Happened? -Didn't you consider her husband?

You should be very happy she didn't wake up before you left.

-She totally woke up. -Didn't she freak out?

-She didn't say anything about that. -The city is full of rapists.

-How stupid can you get? -I think you should go to bed! I will!

-I'm fixing a faucet later. -So that's how it is?

Reidun Nordsletten finds a stranger, and asks him to repair the faucet!

The dripping drove me crazy.

I guess she also gave you a key?

Fixing, painting and repairing. You're in love! You've lost it!

Lost it completely!

Damn you, Elling!

-Workshop! My ass! We need a workshop! -Library! I've always wanted a library.

-Library! -Workshop!

Frank said you read so much from the gray book. It's not good for you.

It's not Frank.

Can't we just pretend we're not here?

-Hi. -Can you help me in the basement?

Fine. I'll let you know.

-Thanks for helping me. -Bye.

Thirty-one, 32, 33, 34…

-Carried some firewood from the basement. -Five, six, okay. Seven, eight…

What the fuck! She invited us over for dinner! Tonight!

Before you kill yourself, did she really invite us over for dinner?

Yeah, and she said I could bring you along.

Thank you. I will not be bought.

Why would I listen to you talking about drinking and plumbing?

-I'm busy. -You're busy?

-I have a meeting. -How am I supposed to believe that?

I'm not trying to convince you to believe anything. Send my regards.

-What sort of meeting? -It's none of your business.

And it's not my business that you are being abused by pregnant women.

Elling!

-Want me to play Ludo, to cheer you up? -No!

BLUE

Poetry night!

Those sunglasses are mine.

-You can't wear them for your date. -Where are you going?

-I'm going to a meeting on modern poetry. -Poetry?

Yes! A very important meeting about modern Norwegian poetry.

-You are a lunatic, that's for sure. -A lunatic?

Because I'm going to a meeting?

I care about poetry. Now you're saying I can't attend meetings?

-And now you're telling me… -Elling!

Elling, have you thought this through?

I can cancel my date if you want me to go with you.

Just go on your date, Kjell Bjarne.

Do that.

Please, join me, Elling.

I don't know what to talk to her about.

How stupid can you get?

And there is that guy too. Five sharp.

Clear arrangements. Strict rules.

Hello, Elling. Are you waiting for me?

-I was on my way somewhere. -Nice.

-Yes. -Is Kjell Bjarne upstairs?

Han wanted to see a movie.

I was going to a meeting.

-I don't know… -Wait a minute.

What kind of meeting?

-It says here. "Poetry meeting." -Shit, are you going there?

-I don't know where it is. -It's easy to find. Come on.

See, here it is. You're very early.

-I like having a little time to spare. -A little?

I'm not the kind of guy who comes in the nick of time.

Now it's five. It doesn't start until ten or 11.

But if it says 8:00 here, it should mean 8:00.

No. It starts later, Elling.

-If they write 8:00, it must mean 8:00. -Let's drink a beer while we wait.

-No, I don't drink beer. -Go to that meeting. It'll be fine.

Great initiative. Here.

I guess I'll walk the streets a few hours.

Being a target of random violence.

I notice that suddenly I'm not dizzy and distressed anymore. How strange!

It's natural for us poets to attend meetings.

Yes.

Hi.

-A Solo today. -A Solo?

I'm sure she assumes…

that my liver can't handle any more alcohol.

It's soda or death.

These poems were inspired by my suffering from malaria in Cambodia.

"The thickness of the teak stub, dams filled to the brim, the bird breath."

"Through the cavity and out."

The next poem is called "Spiderweb."

"Spiderweb."

"I'm staring at the spiderweb."

"Every time something big and guilty enters,

you go forcefully through and tear it up."

-The worse it gets, the more they clap. -Yes.

-Yes! -How are you all today?

-Are you doing all right? -Yes!

Then let's get started.

A blonde elf from Patmos. He didn't stand a chance.

"Are you sucking cock?"

I shouted into a pale ear turning into the color Aurora.

When we curled the bedsheets,

a tanned arm was pushed up

where the sun doesn't shine.

Anybody out there? Come on!

Stop!

It's clear to me now.

I have to seek an audience elsewhere.

I'll be called the mysterious poet, "E."

Still a mama's boy. But an evolved and more dangerous version.

Good to see others got sick too.

The worse it gets, the more they clap.

Do you want to get a drink somewhere else? Talk trash about contemporary poetry?

No, thank you.

Fine.

OSLO MUNICIPALITY

Why couldn't I just say yes?

One hot dog, two potato cakes with mustard.

-To tell you the truth… -Hi!

Me and alcohol don't get along. I'll do stupid things.

I drank booze once. When my mom came home, I did something I regret to this day.

I snatched her wedding ring off her finger and tried to sell her body to my friends.

Bad friends. There you go. Here! Would you like one?

-Thanks. -Sure. Do you often attend book shows?

I've lived a quiet life until now.

Me too.

I've never been able to talk to strangers.

Now it's just pouring out of me.

…with a rubber tire in his nostrils. It's completely insane.

Cecilie Kornes needs immediate psychiatric treatment.

That's where you're wrong. Insanity is poetry's most important source.

I was this close to showing him my poem.

But I had a project.

As an underground poet, my anonymity must be absolute.

This is where I live. Thanks for wasting your time on an old man.

-Alfons Jørgensen. -Elling.

Others only pretend, but you are crazy for real.

I got the impression that this man really deserved some encouragement.

-Alfons? -Yes?

-I'll give you my phone number. -Thank you.

Was this a friend I had just made without any help from the government?

How was your dinner? Good.

Good.

-What kind of meeting was it? -Just an ordinary poetry meeting.

-You should have come. She cooked a hen. -Chicken?

-Is this your hot dog? -Just take it.

Fucking Spaniard. He's gonna get it. Knock her up and then bail.

Are you going to marry Reidun Nordsletten? You know nothing about her.

She's cleaning in a hospital.

Did you tell her about your family?

What did you get for dessert?

Some pudding. It's awesome. Homemade caramel pudding.

-Best dessert ever. -Best dessert ever.

She said she liked me.

That's great. What did you say?

Should I have said something? Like what? I'm not good at this.

She probably likes the silent type. Like you. You know, a bit mysterious.

-Mysterious? -I don't know. Just talk to her.

I don't think I can. I don't know how to talk to her.

I'm doing better.

Alfons made me realize that my anxiety is the cost of my talent.

I just need to find the right audience for my poem.

Do we have any sauerkraut packets?

Gunn told us we have to put words to our emotions.

-Do you want sauerkraut? -Yes, please. Eighteen packets.

I'll buy some prune as well. My stool has been off lately.

Maybe it's a good thing he's not saying much.

Are you Elling?

-Yes, I'm Elling. -Can we talk?

-Kjell Bjarne is at the store. -Yes, I saw him leave.

Oh, my God.

I'm stuck in a threesome drama. Like a French movie.

Reidun connected with Kjell Bjarne to get close to me.

I have to talk about Kjell Bjarne.

Are you sure that's all?

Yes, yes. You know him best.

I can't tell you everything about him.

Why not?

A friendship between two men demands for some privacy in certain areas.

He's so strange.

I would rather use the French expression "étrange."

-What? -It means unusual.

That's lovely.

I don't know what's wrong. Han doesn't say anything.

Kjell Bjarne is a ponderer by nature.

-What is he pondering? -Who knows.

Has he had a lot of women?

I wouldn't say many.

Do you think he likes me?

No, Reidun.

Kjell Bjarne loves you.

What am I saying?

It's one thing to cross your limits. It's another thing to blow up your life.

-Did he say that? -No.

But I know Kjell Bjarne.

-You have to leave now. -What?

You have to leave. Kjell Bjarne will be here soon.

-My goodness. Is he that jealous? -He shouldn't be challenged.

I really like you!

Did you buy Joika or Snurring?

Nothing happened. We just talked. Are you insane?

She wanted to talk about you. She loves you!

-Hello. -Yes, hello, Elling speaking.

Hi. Thanks, same to you. I'm fine. How are you?

Really?

Just tell me if there's anything I can do.

Right. Six-- Yes. Yes.

Elling! I didn't mean to scare you.

Elling! Is it true what you said about--

No. Just wait here.

Elling! Elling!

Is it true, what you said? That Reidun--

Yes, she loves you. I also told her that you love her.

Are you spying on me?

No, but where are you going?

You don't think I can take care of myself? I was visiting someone, a friend.

He needed me to do some shopping. Are you…

"Elling and Kjell Bjarne."

Majorstuen's new rescue team for the pregnant and elderly.

Jørgensen?

Jørgensen?

Alfons Jørgensen?

-It's me, Elling. -Hi, I'm sitting here like a moron.

Oh my God.

-Did you break something? -I hope not.

-This is Kjell Bjarne. He is… -Hi. Morning.

You can't walk on this leg.

I need to go to the bathroom.

-Where's the toilet? -Down the hall.

Kjell Bjarne!

Now he's carrying someone again.

Kjell Bjarne carries the people he meets.

-In here? -Yeah…

Strange.

Why does he need all these books?

How is he doing?

Han, sitting on the toilet.

Thank you. Did you remember to buy beer?

Yes, yes, yes.

Are they still there?

-Damn, that's beautiful. -I was on my way out when I hurt myself.

-Buick Century Hardtop '59. -'58. Bought it in '62.

-So it's yours? -Haven't used it since my wife died.

I hope they won't break it.

Want me to wake her up?

-My wife? -The car. The Buick.

Feel free to try. But I think it's too late.

Fuck!

Eva died in 1979. That's when the car stopped, too.

Mom died two years and six months ago.

Where did you get all those books from?

They came flying.

-A lot of poetry collections. -Borrow as many as you want.

-No, I… Thank you. -Yeah, go ahead.

I'm gonna get that car up and running!

-You told me. -It's beautiful.

More than Reidun?

That Buick Century, it's--

Think of your relationship with Reidun.

-What relationship? -I see what I see.

REAL ESTATE AGENT

SAUERKRAUT

My whole life I've respected the labor movement.

Idling has always been my greatest enemy.

I'm a man of projects.

If you keep going like this, you'll get dizzy and throw up.

I can't take it anymore!

You're not helping your thoughts.

-Help me, Elling! -You have to think of something.

-Do something to impress her. -I don't know what to say!

Let go! This isn't food.

VOTE YES.

-Are you sick? -No.

He was totally crazy.

Now he can't do anything. Won't even play Ludo.

-Are you hurting somewhere? -No.

What's wrong with you?

-Kjell Bjarne is in love. -I'm not.

-Yes. -Wow.

-Are you into someone? -Yes, she's super pregnant.

-No way? -Yes.

-Is that true? -Yes, Frank.

That's great. Congratulations. You need to do something.

What?

-Invite her over for dinner or a movie. -Yeah.

What about you, young lady? Have you got something going on?

Yes, Frank. I do.

Yes. Good.

DONE

I did it! I just did it!

-Did what? -I invited her out!

Nice.

-Kjell Bjarne? Hi. -Hi.

Thank you for the invitation. Hi.

Thank Kjell Bjarne.

-Thanks, Elling. -Thanks, both of you. You didn't say when.

She wants to know when.

-Didn't you say when? -No.

-I guess it's now. -It's now?

-Can I get my jacket? -Have a lovely time.

No, Elling.

No, Elling. Wait!

-I'm going to a meeting. -Kjell Bjarne!

-What are you doing? -Looking at the production dates.

What were you doing?

They have different dates. This is 2003.

-This is 2005. -So what?

Maybe 2003 was a better year for sauerkraut.

-You want them or not? -Do you have cigars?

By the checkout.

Nobody knows it, but this city has a new poet. The sauerkraut poet.

The mysterious E strikes again.

-You don't smoke. -Did you have a nice time?

Did you eat?

-I showed her the Buick. -It was really nice.

Reidun cleaned his apartment.

Then we talked. His foot is much better. Do you have a lighter?

You tried to intrude, impress and steal my friend Alfons Jørgensen.

Pretending he's your friend Pretending it's your car.

-I didn't pretend or intrude. -He feels pressured.

We can do this. Just need the right wrench.

The day after they talked as if they had known each other forever.

Coffee's ready!

At least I have the poems to myself.

-You'll never get that car running. -Sure I will.

-He will. -If so, I'm inviting you on a road trip.

-A road trip? -Yes.

-Do you mean… -He means a road trip. A trip on the road.

Let's go to my cabin. I haven't been there in years.

You heard that, Kjell Bjarne? We're going to his cabin.

-What? -Cabin?

-If it's okay with Frank. -This doesn't concern Frank.

-Who is Frank? -Nobody.

-I'll talk to him. Or you'll fight. -This is none of your business.

I'll put Frank in his place.

I'm not begging Oslo municipality.

-Relax, Elling. -No!

I've never been to a cabin. Never!

That rat will not decide for me. As if I'm not allowed to go--

Talk to Frank. Do that. Tell him to call me.

Time for coffee, guys.

Alfons Jørgensen. Are you hanging out with the cultural elite, Elling?

Is anything wrong, since you know him?

He published some poetry collections. You didn't tell me you can fix cars.

No one ever asked.

You better behave, boys…

-Listen here, Frank! -…on your trip to the cabin.

Yes!

-It's like prom. -Americans know how to travel.

Tonight I'll walk along the sea like a Norwegian Lundell.

When he's sober.

It's good we haven't been drinking.

Is it because it's me?

Relax. It's me they will talk to.

Am I not interesting? I've been in trouble with the police before.

Quiet.

This is a routine check. Show me a license.

Sure.

On a road trip? Not the worst car to use.

Kjell Bjarne fixed it.

-A Buick Century? -Yes, a Hardtop '58.

Why does everyone know the name of this car?

Six liter engine, and a V8.

Underneath is the carburetor.

Hard to find the original parts.

There's the servo--

-I see the tefting is loose. -That's the radiator hose.

-We call it tefting where I'm from. -Let go, or it'll break.

-It's loose! -It should be like that!

-It's so beautiful here. -We'll have some lovely days here.

-We have a boat. Are you used to that? -Elling used to be a sailor.

Ask him about the Caribbean, or when he was a mercenary in Bosnia.

-Where will I sleep, Alf? -Anywhere. We have three bedrooms.

-We can sleep here, Kjell Bjarne. -We can sleep here, Kjell Bjarne.

Great.

You know this isn't going to work.

This is none of your business.

This is crazy. What you are thinking is unnatural.

You'll squeeze the child.

-You want to be a murderer for some sex? -Go and fish.

You don't need a sleeping bag. I'll make the bed for you.

-Don't do it. -Can anyone help me with the firewood?

Does anyone want to help me?

Sick!

Sick!

-Elling! -Elling!

Elling, come on, dinner is ready!

-Where did you learn to make this? -Home economics.

I didn't learn anything in school.

I went to a special school. They thought I was an idiot.

Didn't read until he got his first porn.

I think we should blame the Labor Party for this.

For not giving us an education.

Don't bring them into this. They have nothing to do with this.

They had the government and the king.

You can't say a house is bad because a few boards are rotten.

What?

He's speaking metaphorically.

Where did the rotten boards come from?

The carpenter.

Think about it.

Who smuggled the rotten boards into the construction site?

Apparently, social democrat workers from LP.

-Exactly. -Exactly not.

They were paid by CIA and KGB.

-CIA and KGB smuggled them inside. -Call them and yell at them.

I think I'll go and prepare for tonight.

You weigh 109 kilos, Kjell Bjarne!

It was inevitable.

The moment when Kjell Bjarne had to choose between us.

Hey… Elling!

What is it?

-Nothing. -So go back to bed.

Can I borrow your underpants?

Don't you have any clean ones?

No.

When was the last time you changed?

-I'm not sure. -Weeks come and go.

How could I know that Reidun…

I thought I would stay with you.

So then it didn't matter?

-You want to borrow my socks, too? -Yes, please.

You better thank me for real.

Thank you.

What the…

What the fuck! Yes!

Elling.

Elling.

Elling.

Elling.

There you are. The underpants did wonders, I see.

-It's begun. -You don't have to shout.

-It's begun! Reidun! -What has begun?

Is Reidun seriously giving birth now?

Yes!

-Do something! -Shut up!

In a Norwegian hospital? Several hours until it starts?

You have to understand she can give birth anytime now!

-What is hydrocephalus? -Siamese twins or clubfoot?

That's enough!

It won't be fair if it's both.

Stop it, you two. It'll be fine. Get in and get some sleep.

We can't go to sleep now. Let's get a drink.

-What kind of drink? -Wine!

Wine? We don't drink wine.

The exception that confirms the rule. We don't drink wine, therefore we do it.

Weird place.

-This didn't help at all. -Calm down.

Calm down. This is not lemonade.

If you get drunk, it's back to Brøynes. Who knows which roommate you'll get.

They're like egg glasses.

Elling, you're a true friend.

If I've been difficult, it's only because I was scared.

-I'm not afraid anymore. -We are friends. No need to shake hands.

-Let's toast for what's about to happen. -Cheers.

Cheers.

-Walk outside and call the hospital. -You better do it.

No, you have to. Walk calmly outside and call them.

Waiter!

I want to say a couple of things. Sit down. Sit down.

-His girlfriend is giving birth right now. -Wow! Rita, get a bottle of champagne!

The guy in the overalls is about to become a daddy!

Yes?

Almost five kilos.

It's a fucking huge girl!

Did you hear that? Almost five kilos!

She'll be even bigger than you!

-Cheers! -What are we drinking?

Champis!

Champis. That's so fucking good!

I still don't know how we got home that night.

The alcohol has ruined us, Frank.

Brøynes is for weirdos. You had to celebrate the kid.

-How is the mother and child? -Don't know.

Get a Tylenol and clean up your puke.

When you get better, you can read these.

UNREST

Remember the dates.

For fuck's sake.

I think your guys are doing really well.

Everything will pass.

Get well, Kjell Bjarne.

Or should I say, everything will pass on to something else.

I brought Dagbladet.

Did you notice the sauerkraut poet?

Yeah, the poem wasn't bad.

E?

I had to shout for joy when I read

about the poem on the sauerkraut pack.

I've made my debut.

There are thousands of people everywhere discussing who's behind the E.

I'm the talk of the town.

I'm tempted to reveal myself.

But no, I want to be who I am.

Mama's boy.

The anonymous voice

from the quiet streets of the night.

Subtitle translation by: Benjamin Sveen