Virgin Mountain (Fúsi)

VIRGIN MOUNTAIN

Hi.

- What have you got there? - A car.

- Is it for your son? - No.

- Your nephew? - No.

Who is it for then?

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

I was speechless. How can she be so rude?

Some people just shouldn't be playing bridge.

Right.

At least not when there's alcohol involved.

True.

Bridge and booze simply don't mix.

You have to be able to handle it.

- I can handle it. - Of course you can.

Is Mordur in?

Dad, it's for you.

I'm coming.

Stop it, guys. Go finish your dinner.

Hi.

I'll be ready in a moment.

Why don't you go and get things ready.

I'm moving the M-10's out of the ambush

and firing at the Panthers.

Why don't you use the M-18's, the Hell Cats?

- Makes no difference. - They're faster, you know.

Yes, but I'm coming out of the forest.

What is it, Tumi?

Can I play too?

No, this isn't for kids. You know that.

But you promised.

Maybe some other time.

Are you serious?

Was he shagging your mother, just like that?

Yeah. On the kitchen table.

I had a similar experience when I was a kid.

Mom took us to the Canary Islands just after she split up with Dad.

She was a total party animal. Went to the disco

almost every night.

My brother and I were basically on our own the whole time.

One morning

I woke up and there was this big dude hammering my mother.

My heart started thumping and I just wanted to die.

I still get this flash-back whenever I see her.

The memory is just tattooed on my soul

and I can't shake it off.

- You could try hypnosis. - What?

You could go to a hypnotist.

He just kind of enters your brain

and deletes all the bad memories.

- Yeah, right. - I've tried it.

And did it work?

No.

Exactly.

What are you bullshitting about?

What a moron.

You're a moron!

We simply need to get some space.

One has to trespass a battlefield just to go to the toilet.

It's impossible to develop a relationship this way.

Since when have you become interested in developing a relationship?

Come on, Fjóla. You're being cruel.

Try to put yourself in my shoes.

You're not supposed to touch that.

Don't get me wrong, Fusi.

I'm all for honoring the memory of historic battles and all that

but I wonder if you should be dealing more with battles of daily life.

- Do you know what I mean? - Not sure.

What I meant to say is

that the internet is a magnificent thing.

You can practically just download the chicks.

You sure couldn't pull tricks like that in my heyday.

You just log onto a chat room, finding millions of lost souls

dying to chat and this often leads to something.

There are multiple cases of people finding their

soul mates online.

Sealing their vows, even.

But even if it doesn't lead you all the way to the altar,

it's a nice way to get a taste of life.

Have your cake and eat it too.

What's going on here?

We're just chatting... about war and peace.

Where were you when the war ended? Can you remember?

Heavens no.

But I clearly remember where I was when I heard the news

about the death of...

What's his name again...?

- Kennedy? - What?

- Kennedy? -- No, not him.

- John Lennon? -- No, I'm talking about...

- Kurt. - Kurt?

Yes, Kurt Cowbrain.

I remember I was doing Svanas' hair

when you rushed in, Fusi, pale as a sheet and said:

Kurt Cowbrain is dead. He shot himself in the head.

What a shock I got. I'll just never forget.

Hey, what's up with Fúsi's hair? Are we talking sex hair, or what?

- I doubt he's ever dipped his wick. - Gross!

He'd need to have one humongous boner

to penetrate through all that fat.

This is actually quite interesting.

Fúsi!

Give it back.

We were just wondering, how fatsos like yourself

go about fucking?

You're not a virgin, are you?

Come on, Elvar.

Where's the sense of humor?

What's up with him?

Welcome, Fusi.

- Same as usual? - Yes, please.

- Is that Fúsi, the one and only? - Yes.

Fúsi, my man.

- What are you up to tonight? - You know, the usual.

You wild bastard. Are we talking some heavy duty shit

to stir things up a bit?

Yes, please.

Hit me, baby. Your wish is my command.

A special treat for you and your work mates.

- Happy birthday, Fúsi. - Thanks.

Open it.

There's more.

Read it.

What's this?

A gift certificate.

For a line dancing course.

It wouldn't hurt you to be a bit more outgoing, you know.

Meet other people.

It's scientifically proven that dance stimulates

endorphin production in your brain.

What's that?

Endorphin? It's the happy-enzyme, man!

Put it on.

Yeehah! Now we're talking.

Fúsi! Come here for a minute.

- Let's go to my office. - What?

Just a quick word. It's better to do it in private.

It has come to my attention that you are being bullied.

- Is it true? -- No, I wouldn't say so.

- Are you sure? -- Yes.

There must be some truth to it, since it's been brought up.

No.

Are you sure about that?

A little teasing, maybe.

But that's just normal between guys.

Nothing unusual.

- Hi. - Hi.

I locked myself out.

Where's your dad?

I don't know.

- Would you like some cake? - Yes, please.

- Is this Ken? - No, it's an Action-Man.

Do you have any Barbie dolls?

No.

- Don't you have any girls' toys? - No.

What's this?

It's a miniature model of the battlefield of El Alamein.

What's that?

It's a legendary World War ll battle.

What's so special about it?

It was the first time that the Allies managed to beat the Nazis.

See there, up on the hill? That's Rommel, leading his men.

- What country is this in? - Egypt.

I see. I kind of recognized the houses.

It's great, isn't it?

Hera dear, you mustn't go about losing your keys like that.

Don't worry, we just had some cake and milk,

and hung out. - Milk? Did you have milk?

Yes.

But you know you're allergic.

Why did you have milk when you know you shouldn't?

- I just forgot. - Well, come along then.

- Bye. - Bye.

Let me do it. You're running late.

I already told you I don't want to go.

Don't be silly.

Polish your shoes while I adjust the button on your pants.

I don't want dancing lessons.

It won't kill you to give it a try.

At least try one lesson before you quit.

Then you'll at least know what you're quitting.

This has cost Rolf an arm and a leg.

The least you can do is to give it a try.

Why doesn't Rolf go, since he's so excited about it?

Why are you sending him off all spruced up like that?

He should wear jeans. It's line dancing, you know, cowboy stuff.

Do you think I'd have my boy wear cowboy pants?

Why not?

That's not a decent outfit for a boy's first dance class.

- Are you smoking in here? - No, no.

- Get out on the balcony, right now. - Will do.

Now let's get started, everyone.

Make sure you have plenty of space between you.

Snow blizzards are expected in the south,

and around the west coast...

What's up, Fúsi boy? Driving around as usual?

Yeah.

I hear the weather is getting pretty nasty, is that right?

Yeah, it kind of looks like a storm, right now.

Well, they could drop an atom bomb and I wouldn't notice