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I got you.
You're in good hands.

Okay?

Alright.

Put your head back.
That's it.

Okay? Put your head back...
and start swimming.

I'll let go now.
You're on your own.

Yes, that's right.

That's right. Good.

The thing about Stine is
that she's hard to reach.

-She won't open up.
-She doesn't say much to us either.

I'm trying to get Stine
to articulate her problems.

-Just like the fairytale with the troll.
-The troll?

It's a fairytale about a troll
that holds a princess captive.

The troll will only let her go
if she says his name.

The princess guesses a lot of names,
but every guess is wrong.

Then one night the troll talks
in his sleep and reveals his name.

I'm sorry,
I don't quite understand.

It's just about the importance
articulating your problems.

It can be a great relief.

-What was the troll's name then?
-Well... I don't remember.

-There's a school party on Friday...
-Yes.

-Stine doesn't seem interested in going.
-No, she never does.

We can't force her to go.
She's fourteen.

Still, I think
you should talk to her.

As Stine's therapist I recommend
that you discuss this with her.

-She mustn't isolate herself.
-It's because I've been away a lot.

-I'm a seminar adviser. I travel a lot.
-Stop it, Nina.

-But I haven't been home.
-Right now I sense that Stine...

It's as if she wants
to tell me something.

Like what?

It's just this feeling I get.

She wants to get something off
her chest. It'll come in due time.

What were you thinking?

Sometimes I imagine
that I'm a school girl...

... who has never had sex.

And then there's this...

... this grown man with...

... stubble.

He has a foul smell
and he's rough with me

and I don't like it,
but I do like it a little bit.

Okay...

Your turn.
What were you thinking?

-Nothing. I was thinking about you.
-That's so dumb...

What do you want me to say?
That's it.

You made me tell. Now I'm a sicko,
and all you do is think about me.

-I can't help it. You're so hot.
-Liar.

-You're a liar...
-You are hot.

I feel guilty when I laugh.

We're doing our best, Nina.

She's right there in her room.

I'm getting used to having a daughter
who always feels lousy.

The doctor said she must stay in bed
until she gives birth.

-Someone has to take on her classes.
-Good luck.

-Which class would you like, Henrik?
-None of them, Bent.

Come on.

-I'll take her Tuesday morning.
-And?

-I have to reassign all of her classes.
-Tuesday and Thursday. That's it.

-What about her children's classes?
-I can't squeeze it in.

-Just this once.
-Ask someone else.

Then I'll ask Pede.
He's younger than you.

I've cleaned them all.
Totally gross.

Listen, Pede...

-Why the friendly tone?
-I have a terrific job for you.

-If it's Pernille's classes. Forget it.
-I'm the boss. "No" is unacceptable.

-Then "no thanks".
-Hi, boys!

-Stop doing that!
-Just this once.

-Someone's out to get you.
-Me?

A father complained about you.
His son won't swim here anymore.

-Is that my fault?
-I think you should meet with him.

Well... Yeah, of course.

-We have to maintain our reputation.
-Another complaint, huh?

Stine!

What?

Nothing.
I just got home.

Hi!

Did you talk to Stine
about the party?

-Is she in her room?
-I tried, and the answer is no.

Shouldn't we get her
to try at least?

She doesn't want to go, Nina.

They'll be here at seven.

-Can't you do that a little louder?
-You bet.

-Where were you?
-Upstairs talking to Stine.

-What? Isn't that allowed?
-Of course it is.

She doesn't talk much these days. It's
great to hear she talked to someone.

I didn't talk to my parents
from the age of 14 to 18.

I haven't talked to my father
since I was 16.

Let's drink these...

Honey?

Should we congratulate you on
getting back together or just shut up?

Just shut up.

-Shut up, Pede. Shut up, Pernille.
-Yeah, shut up.

Whoops.

Quit it.

This is Henrik.

Hi...

What?!

I'm sorry.

You don't have to say that.

She told the school therapist
all about it.

The therapist then drove off with her.

They've made a temporary
forcible removal.

-Where is she?
-In a shelter called Sønderbro.

What's going to happen to her?

They reported it to the police.

They'll question her
to find out if...

... if they'll prosecute
or whatever.

-Nina...
-Don't say it.

I know already.

Henrik...

I know you haven't done
anything wrong.

Why are we whispering?

I don't know,
but it feels right.

-I'm gonna go.
-Are you going to work?

Yeah... I have a class
to teach soon.

Stine is stuck in some shelter
and you're going to work!

It's better than sitting around.

Should I go to work too?

Sure... Why not?

-Henrik? The meeting.
-What?

The complaint.

Hi.

-I'm Henrik.
-There's been a complaint.

-That's what I hear.
-Let's talk about it. Go ahead.

Jonathan came home crying.
He wants to quit swimming.

You must have pressured him
into jumping in too soon.

We try to make them take greater risks
than they normally would.

But they're not supposed
to come home crying.

No, I'm sorry it turned out this way.
It happens very rarely.

But it happened this time.

They're not supposed to cry.

What if Henrik promises to be more
aware of these things in the future?

Jonathan has made such progress, it
would be a shame if he stopped now.

-Henrik?
-Of course. Of course.

-Pay attention, would you?
-Sure, sure.

It's difficult to know with children
who don't say much.

-It's hard to know when it's enough.
-But the damage is done.

I'll be more careful with Jonas,
I promise.

-His name is Jonathan.
-Sorry... Jonathan.

I'll make you a promise.
Look towards the deep end.

It's 12 feet deep. I'll promise
you that by the end of winter

you'll be diving in the deep end
and loving it.

Relax, we'll take it real slow.

You won't be forced to do anything
you don't want to.

Don't we get
a cork belt or water wings?

No, the cork keeps you
from discovering the water.

We need to know what you're
capable of doing in the water.

Bend your knees
and make yourself bow-legged.

Just like Popeye.

Look at Pede...

Look at Pede
and copy his movements.

Make big shovels with your hands
and move them back and forth.

Good, Berit.

Why did you say
Popeye is bow-legged?

-What?
-Popeye's not bow-legged.

-Of course he is.
-No, he just walks funny.

-He walks kinda low.
-He's as bow-legged as you can be.

Lucky Luke is bow-legged.

Just try to shovel a bit more,
past the ears. That's right.

Hello. We're from
Criminal Investigations.

-Is your name Henrik Christoffersen?
-Yes.

Henrik Christoffersen,
the time is now 11.35 a.m.

and you're under arrest
for breaking the penal code.

Please get dressed for
an interrogation at the station.

Your daughter has made
a very serious accusation against you.

You have the right
to remain silent

and the right to get
a lawyer appointed to you.

-I'd like to call my wife.
-Your wife is on her way.

-On her way...?
-To be interrogated.

Why do you want
to interrogate her?

Just get dressed, Henrik.

-Hi.
-Hi.

See you later.

Empty your pockets, please.

Do you wear a watch?

-Your name?
-Henrik Christoffersen.

-Social security number?
-140662-0191.

-Your address?
-32 Ingelstedsgade, Copenhagen.

Raise your arms.

-Thanks.
-100 kroner.

Sign here.

Okay. Walk through there.

Have a seat.

-Is Nina here?
-Yes, she's with another detective.

I know you have to respond
to something like this, but...

... you must know
something about Stine.

-She's going through a difficult phase.
-How's that?

She's had problems
since she was 10-11 years old.

Nina and I talked about
the hard years that lay ahead.

And...

She's lied before. I don't know
if you're aware of that.

What kind of things did Stine
make up in the past?

I'm her father and I love her.
Put that in your little report.

She's going through a rough patch
and she's made up a lot of things.

I kinda got that. But I'd like
to hear what she's been saying?

You know that old joke
where you meet a man

and he asks: "Did you
stop beating your wife?"

If you say yes,
you admit to having done it

if you say no,
you admit to still be doing it.

Did you stop sleeping
with your daughter?

Let's get back to Stine
and the things she's lied about.

-I know exactly what this looks like.
-And what's that?

No matter what I say
it will make me look guilty.

If I make fun, it's because I'm cocky.
And if I cry, it's because I'm guilty.

I'm not that type.

Excuse me for a moment.

You will have to go before a judge.

-We must insist on detaining you.
-What?!

We'll detain you
until your case goes to court.

Are you throwing me in jail?

Continue on to the staircase.

Up that way.

Time to get up.

You must decide between voluntary
isolation or moving to a regular ward.

Yeah, I kinda got that.

-It's probably best to stay on.
-Is it?

The other inmates spit in your food
and beat your kind to a pulp.

Your kind?
What is "your kind"?

The kind that does stuff to kids.

I haven't done anything,
I'm just being accused of it.

They don't give a rat's ass.
They'll just clobber you.

-You think that's funny?
-What?

You get a kick out that,
don't you?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'll just stay put.

I didn't know what you wanted,
so I just bought some cakes.

-That's fine.
-Dry cakes. You hate whipped cream.

I bought three, I don't know why.
I couldn't decide.

You get to choose first.

-Pede asked if he could visit.
-Forget it.

-Why?
-I said, forget it!

You want to lie down a bit?

Well, Henrik...

It seems the prosecution
has decided to charge you.

But I got the police solicitor
to speed up the process.

That's in everyone's interest.

So it will be tried
with lay assessors.

There's no jury or any circus like that,
just a judge and two lay assessors.

And hopefully it'll all be over
in a couple of days

with the evidence
and testimony.

And then there's the sentencing part.
But...

At worst we're talking two years,
but that's a worse case scenario.

Can anybody come and look?

No, we're asking for a closed trial,
except for during sentencing.

-What about the press?
-What do you mean?

-Will it be in the papers?
-No, no.

For that you'd have to be
a famous TV personality.

There are too many cases like this.
They don't bother writing about them.

Do you have any questions, Henrik?

-Don't you have a question?
-Me?

Yes, isn't there something
you would like to know?

No...

-Don't you want to know if I'm guilty?
-That's not my concern.

I have to ensure that everything that
points to your innocence comes out.

-So you really don't care?
-I do care. I'm your defense attorney.

But I did it.

Does that mean...

Does that mean
you'd like to plead guilty?

It means that I don't get
how you could not care.

I'm a bit confused.

Don't worry, just defend me.

I'm sorry,
I'm a bit wound up.

That's alright.

It's understandable.
I completely understand.

-You're not smoking.
-What?

Most of them light
one cigarette after another.

I don't smoke. I quit.

-Aren't you losing it?
-Yeah.

I've seen others
caught up in your situation.

I know what it's all about.

It's very lonely.

Your whole world falls apart.

And you know
that everyone is judging you.

Some are very busy judging.

It takes its toll on you
going to court.

It's a rough ride.

The way I see it...
mishaps are bound to happen.

But it takes two.

-Two?
-It doesn't happen by itself.

I want to go back to my cell.

-You still have ten minutes.
-I want to go back.

It feels great, it's not that.
It's really nice.

-Do you love me?
-Yes.

-Do you really?
-Yes.

I love you.

You didn't do it, did you?

I walk around at home
and think and think and think...

I'm sorry, Henrik.

I really mean that.
I'm sorry.

Henrik, I said I'm sorry.

Let's move on.

We're short of rooms

so we're cleaning one up
to make room for you.

People really make a mess.

No one admits to doing it,
but...

... someone's doing it,
otherwise it wouldn't be so dirty.

Someone's doing it.

Is that a sophisticated way
of telling me something?

What?

Nothing.

I'm just making conversation.

And it annoys me,
that people make such a mess.

Yeah, that's annoying.

Henrik? Over here.

The judge is delayed. Her car broke
down, she's waiting for a tow truck.

Therefore it will take a while.

You'll be sitting in there
during your daughter's testimony.

You can see her testimony
on the monitor.

But as the prosecutor's key witness
she won't be able to hear yours.

Good afternoon.
Sorry about the delay.

Be seated, please.

-Is your name Henrik Christoffersen?
-Yes.

-Date of birth?
-June 14th, 1962.

Are you aware that as the accused
you're not obliged to say anything?

-Yes.
-Let's hear from the prosecution.

The defendant is charged according to
paragraph 210 and 222, parts 12

with having sexual intercourse
in 2001 and 2002 with his daughter

Stine Bang Christoffersen
on 4 or 5 different occasions.

Henrik, your daughter told the police
that you on several occasions

have had sexual intercourse with her
when she was between 11 and 12.

How do you plea?

Not guilty.

Stine, I know this is unpleasant,
but you have to tell us

what kind of relations
your father pressured you into.

Please answer loud and clear.

It didn't happen that many times.

My mom was often
away at seminars.

We were often alone
without it happening.

But what happened sometimes?

He...

Then he came in
and kissed me.

And then what happened?

He kissed me many times,
all over

and said he loved me.

He said that many times.

He didn't do it during the day
or in the evening.

It was always at night,
when it happened.

What did he do to you?

I know it's difficult, Stine.

So your father
never threatened you?

He just cried
and said he was sorry.

Then he went into his room.

The next day it was
as if nothing had happened.

Why didn't you
just say no to him?

I don't know.

If he didn't threaten you, why didn't
you tell your mom or someone else?

Because he cried
and apologized.

He promised it would
never happen again.

I'd like to talk to you
about another incident.

At age 13 you came to school
with bruises and bloodshot eyes.

-Yes.
-Do you remember what you said?

-You have to answer yes or no.
-Yes.

Good. Please tell us about it.

Stine?
Please tell us about it.

-I made it up.
-So you lied?

You said your dad had
beaten you with a belt

but you fell off your bike, right?

-I wasn't feeling well.
-You said your mom had cancer.

And that your dad had hit your mom
so she had to have stitches. Right?

-Yes or no, Stine.
-Yes.

Why shouldn't I think
you're lying this time?

-I'm not lying now.
-But you lied all the other times.

Please, look at me, Stine.

Isn't it true,
that you lied the other times?

You just had to make her cry.

The defense calls Nina Bang
to the stand.

What did you think,
when you first saw Stine's statement?

-Oh no, not again.
-Meaning?

Stine has made up so
many stories in the past.

But something in you must
have thought: "What if it's true?"

-No.
-Why not?

Because I know Henrik.

And because Stine has a problem
separating truth from fiction.

I'd like to talk to you about that.

Objection, with reference to
the justice act paragraph 185

which states that no witness can
testify as to the credibility of others.

It seems relevant since the
plaintiff's credibility is in question.

-I'll allow the question.
-Thank you.

Tell me more about Stine's
problems with truth and fiction.

The order of the court is as follows:
Henrik Christoffersen is acquitted.

Please, be seated.

Due to insufficient evidence as to
the witness's problem with the truth

there's no proof that the defendant
has committed the acts in question

and so the defendant is acquitted.

Have a nice day.

The prosecution rarely appeals
claim against claim cases.

-Congratulations.
-What?

-Eh... what?
-I hope you didn't congratulate me.

-No, that was clumsy of me.
-I didn't win anything.

I can't say: "Let's forget you sent your
dad up shit creek and start over."

That was inconsiderate of me.
I'm sorry. That was stupid of me.

But...
good luck in the future.

Good-bye.

I called the shelter.

I told them,
we wanted her back.

That things were difficult, but that
we would work on getting her back.

I said, we're her mom and dad.
Her parents, for God's sake.

I told the counselor
I'd like to discuss

how to go about it. But that
we needed a couple of days...

I can't do it.

I can't do it.
Don't ask me to do that.

Stay in bed.

-What?
-Stay. I have to tell you something.

It's over...

And we need to get Stine back.
She's our daughter.

We have to get her back
and make things right.

The worst part is over.

PEDOPHILE - DIE SCUMBAG

-That's really nice.
-Stop it, Nina.

Good spelling. A lot of people
think there's a 'o' in scumbag.

-You know "scombag"? There's not.
-Stop.

We just wanted to... We'd like
to help you get this mess off.

I think it'll be hard to get off.

Some turpentine
might get it off.

More like naphtha or acetone.

-Acetone will get it all off.
-But it might be too harsh.

I'll just get a paint job,
but thanks for your help.

-What the hell... Henrik.
-Hi, Bent.

Come in and sit down.

-I'm ready to start working again.
-Yes...

If I still have my job, that is.

Of course you have, the water funks
still have 4 or 5 lessons to go.

Why don't you join
Pede for a while?

-What about my children's classes?
-I gave them to someone else.

I thought I was acquitted.

Things have to cool down first.
We don't want people talking.

-Go ahead and ask me if I did it.
-No, no...

If Hilmer likes you,
then you're innocent.

And dogs are
wiser than people, right?

I'll work something
out with Pede.

Hello.

We're in the living room.

-Hi, Henrik. My name is Miriam.
-Hi, Miriam.

-You understand my part in this, right?
-Yes.

I received Stine at Sønderbro.

I've been her contact throughout this
ordeal, so I know the case quite well.

-Sorry. I missed lunch.
-That's quite alright.

But...

It's very difficult now.
We're all aware of that.

I talked to Stine about
how to handle this.

I told her that you wanted
to work on getting her back.

We're very committed to it.

I also told her that,
if you don't try now

all of you could end up being
very unhappy the rest of your lives.

I'm embarrassed to eat so much,
but my sugar level is way down.

What did she say?

What she said?
Well, not much.

I think it might be a good idea
to meet with her.

Nina, maybe you and Stine
should meet first.

More?

Then later on,
the three of you can meet.

I don't know if she'll agree to that,
but we'll see.

Yes, that seems like a good idea.

Pede and Pernille are coming
for dinner on Saturday.

Henrik?

-You don't even like Pernille.
-She's Pede's girlfriend.

Before we go to the deep end,
we'd like to show you something.

Pede... This will
make you all happy.

Pede will take a deep breath
and stand in first position.

Look what happens.

I'll dunk Pede a bit.

He comes back up. The air in Pede's
lungs makes him float to the surface.

Release the air, Pede.

Look what happens...

Look at Pede, not at me.

Good. You try it now.
Yes?

I can put my head under water,
but I'm afraid to lift my feet.

Give it a try anyway.

Go ahead.

I hope there's a hot meal
waiting for us.

It's steaming hot.

We need to clear up something.

-The moment of truth.
-Yes?

-Is Popeye bow-legged?
-Popeye?

I wouldn't call him bow-legged.
He just has this bouncy walk.

-But he's not bow-legged, right?
-No, maybe not bow-legged.

No, bow-legged is something else.
He walks like...

The guy from Marx Brothers,
he bends his knees.

What do you think, Pernille?

Doesn't Popeye walk
like the guy...

-The one from the Marx Brothers.
-No, not him...

I can't remember
how any of them walk.

I can't do this.

-I can't go through an evening like this.
-Shut up.

I don't know if Henrik did it or not.

Look, Pernille. Henrik and I have
a very satisfying sex life.

We have sex more often
than any of my girlfriends.

-I can't pretend nothing's happened.
-Henrik is turned on by me.

Henrik is turned on by
mature women, not kids.

-You must have your doubts too, Pede.
-No, I don't. Henrik is my friend.

Don't leave! If you leave
it's over between us.

Henrik, I'm totally wasted.

Look at all the food.

Oh, the food.

The food is all sad.

Now it's happy again.

The food's happy again.

It's delicious.
Really good.

I called them and said
I want to visit her.

Thanks, but no thanks.
I've had it.

Henrik...

We have to get our little girl back.
She's our little girl.

No thanks, I'm done.
That's it for me.

I'm completely...

-I can't do it.
-Don't say 'no thanks', Henrik.

Stop it, stop it, stop it...

-She's our little girl.
-Stop it, I can't do it.

No thanks.

Henrik...?

She's our little girl.

I want her back.
I want my girl back.

I said 'no thanks'.

Okay, it's gonna go like this.

You give me your hand, jump in, I'll
pull you up and get you to the edge.

Those who are able
swim to the ladder.

Alright?

-I'm afraid.
-You can do it, Kirsten.

Gustav, you first.

Very good, Gustav.
Berit, your turn.

Way to go, Berit.

Kirsten, come on.

The others did it.

-I can't do it.
-You'll regret not doing it later.

Listen, go to the edge of the pool
and take Henrik by the hand.

-I can't do it.
-The others did it.

Jump, damn it!

There you go.
We'll get a hold of you.

Are you alright?

Well done, Kirsten.
Nothing happened.

Do you want to go bowling
or do something manly on Saturday?

-Bowling?
-Or something else.

-Just how old are you, Pede?
-We could go out drinking.

Bowling?

-Would you stop rejecting me?
-Bowling?

I'm your friend. I just broke up with
my girlfriend because of you.

-There's no reason to ignore me.
-Should I be grateful for this offer?

I didn't say that. I don't expect
you to be a party animal.

-There's no reason to reject me.
-I'll do whatever the hell I like.

-If I don't want to, I don't go bowling.
-Have I said something wrong?

I know what you're thinking.

-What am I thinking?
-The same as everyone else.

Go groveling back to Pernille
and apologize.

-Say, you were wrong. She was right.
-What am I thinking?

She was right!
I'm a scumbag!

What am I thinking, Henrik?

Have you calmed down yet?

I was with her today
at the shelter.

I've cried and cried and cried...
and so has she.

I said you had a hard time
dealing with her right now.

How perceptive of you.

-She's your daughter.
-I know.

I sat across from her
and had no idea who she is.

-I don't know what she's going through.
-Good question.

And I don't know
what you're going through.

My daughter
sends you to jail...

She drags us into court.

I don't know either of you.
You almost hit me the other day.

You are the two people I've spent
almost my entire life with.

We've done everything together,
and now I'm thinking...

Who are you?

I don't know you.
Who are you?

I'll leave you
if you won't meet with her.

You better believe it. You're
obliged to forgive your daughter.

One of the guards laughed because
the other inmates would beat me up.

-You're obliged to do it.
-My job is on the line.

-You have to take her back.
-Why?!

Because...

Because that's what parents do.

-We have to forgive each other.
-No matter what?

No matter what?

Otherwise I'll leave you.

We need to have a word. You
remember me, I'm Stine's father.

-You can't just approach me at my car.
-Do I scare you?

-It's my duty to report these cases.
-Don't worry. I won't hit you.

I'll stand over here.
Can we talk now?

You know that Stine has problems,
that she tells lies.

No, but it's my duty to report
these cases to the authorities.

There must be something in her file
or whatever it's called.

There must be something
about her lying.

-Do I have to listen to this?
-You destroyed my life!

Take it easy. I came to tell you
that this involves people.

I'm a person. You might have meant
well, but you've destroyed me

my wife
and probably Stine as well.

We're in the living room
on the right.

I don't know how we
should go about this.

Stine has a suggestion.

Are you sure?

Stine wants me to leave

so you can talk alone
without my presence.

-That sounds good.
-Are you sure, Stine?

Then I'll leave.

-We'll drive her back.
-She has cab fare.

-Then I'll leave, Stine.
-Yes.

You want to sit down?

I thought we could look at pictures,
just to start things off.

We have pictures of everything,
of you and me

you and dad
and the three of us.

This is from Legoland,
and this is from Tivoli...

And the summer house.

Look at these pictures.

This is from your birthday.
I made the cake.

Or maybe dad made it.

And from our skiing vacation.
We went skiing... five times.

The first time you were faster than me,
the second time faster than Henrik.

Look...

Don't you want to look at them?

I think you should leave.

Me?

I'd prefer it if you leave.

It's better that way.

I'll leave my cell phone on.

I'll go for a drive.
Just call me anytime.

I went to jail.

They kept me isolated so I
wouldn't get beat up by the others.

Everyone at work knows why I've
been away, my job is on the line

and everyone stares at me.

I don't know if your mom
and I can stay together

and it might be nice for you to stay
at the shelter, but I doubt it.

So...

What do you say?

I'm your father.

I'm your father.
My name is Henrik.

I remember when we brought
you back from the hospital.

You were in a small cradle
next to our bed.

I remember waking up in the middle
of the night, completely out of it

and I thought:
"Something happened."

For a moment I couldn't remember.

But then it came to me.

I had a daughter.

I was a grown man with
my own child, I thought.

Then I realized I had to take care
of you the rest of my life.

I was terrified of
what could happen to you

horrible things can
happen to children.

I took you to nursery school,
kindergarten and to school.

I taught you to look in both directions
before crossing the street.

I taught you to swim.
Remember?

You cracked up when you realized
you could move forward by yourself.

You laughed and were completely
out of breath. You couldn't stop.

I could go on like this all night.

I could tell you about a thousand
things we've done together.

In Malaga you got the
world's biggest ice cream cone.

Look...

There's that silly dog that followed
us around up at the summer house.

At the beach it acted
like it was our dog.

We pretended it was ours.
We named it.

You kept changing your mind
and kept coming up with new names.

It finally ran off.

You cried.
And I comforted you.

That's how it was. That's how is was
with the dog we pretended was ours.

You can't say I don't love you.
You can't say that.

It takes two.

We were two.

You enjoyed taking a shower

and sitting on me
the way you did.

You enjoyed it...
sitting on me.

You asked me if your pants
looked good on you.

You showed yourself off, Stine.

And the first time you got drunk and
somebody's mom drove you home...

You laughed
when I took your clothes off.

You tickled my neck
and pressed yourself against me.

That's what you did.

You didn't say no.

Not once.

You didn't say I shouldn't.

You just breathed
as if you liked it.

You forgot to tell them
you liked it.

I thought you liked it.
What else could I think?

Now everyone thinks
I'm a scumbag.

Everyone I know,
even some I don't know.

"There's the scumbag."
"What a scumbag."

"Damned scumbag."

I love you.
Even now.

I love you.

And you know that.

You know, I love you.

And you know
that I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I regret it.
I'm sorry.

What else can I do?

All I can do is apologize.

I wasn't myself.

What else can I do?

Just tell me, and I'll do it.

I'm sorry.

Did she leave?

Yes.

-Why didn't you call me?
-I just needed some air.

I don't think she's ready.

-It didn't go too well.
-No, it didn't.

-It didn't?
-She's not ready yet.

She's not well.
She's really not well, Nina.

I bought some cigarettes.

We haven't smoked in over a year.

I think it's time to start again.

Haven't you missed smoking?

We'll just have to try again, Henrik.
At some point we'll have to try again.

Of course.
Of course, we'll try again.

She's just not ready yet.

-Thank you.
-Don't say that. You're right.

You have to be able to forgive.

You have to.
You're obliged to.

-You want to go in?
-I'll sit a bit.

-Here?
-I'll just sit here.

-You want me to stay with you?
-No, I'd rather be alone.

-What's going on?
-Nothing.

-I think you were dreaming.
-Yeah.

A nightmare?

I don't remember my dream.

What's going on?

Some kids were laughing.

I don't know at what.
I can't see them.

-I'm going to call her.
-No.

I'll just call to hear
how she's doing.

No.

What do you mean?

It's a shame that therapist couldn't
remember the thing about the troll.

-What thing about the troll?
-Its name.

What are we talking about?

I can't do this anymore.

What can't you do?

I woke up and discovered it.

-Henrik?
-I can't do this anymore.

In a way...

In a way it was a relief
to discover...

... I did it.

It...

-Keep away from me.
-Nina.

Go away, far away.

Nina!

-Don't talk to me.
-Look at me, Nina.

-Out of my way.
-Nina, look at me.

-It's me, Henrik.
-Get away, I can't take it.

They'll put me in jail, Nina.

-They'll put me in jail.
-Yep.

The inmates will spit in my face
and spit in my food.

They'll pour boiling water on me.

They'll beat me up in the workshops.
They'll beat me to a pulp.

They'll never leave me alone.

Don't do it.
I'm all alone.

I'll be all alone
if you leave me.

Don't call them.

You'll call them.

-I can't.
-Call them and say your name.

I can't.

And then you tell them
what you've done.

I can't do that.

You will, Henrik.
You'll just have to.

Please call an adult out here.

Please...

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