The Bench (Bænken)

- This is not a playground, huh? - Fuck you, you drunk fool!

Morning.

Hi, boys. Stop that, man!

Those partridges, it has to be some real matured partridges.

Not some of that crap like they sell here.

A lot of meat on the chest and good legs.

They will be stuffed with roasted almonds and fresh spices -

and then in the oven, until they are juicy tensed.

And then my own rosemary sauce. There was fuckin' no dry eyes.

Simon Spies was a fuckin' great man.

- Yes, he fuckin' was. - He was a capitalist by heart.

I remember once, he sent a plane to China, -

just because they had some mushrooms, I couldn't get here.

- He exploded people. - You don't know shit, man.

- He abused his power. - Oh shut up.

Connie's sister has known his Jannie.

Yes, they worked together in Fotex. Can't you imagine that?

I would fuckin' like to see you cook.

I haven't cooked food since Simon died, and I never will again.

Then we'll miss this "tornerio rossini".

- Stig, go get some beers. - Do it yourself, Kaj.

- Stop it, Connie. - You jump and dance for him.

- That's fuckin' none of your concern? - Relax.

Just because you started school, you are not in charge.

It's damn well me, who decides, what Stig must do.

Shut up, Connie. It doesn't mean a shit.

Cheers.

Okay. Bye. It was Jens.

- The captain is on the way. - The meeting is dissolved.

I'll vaporize too.

- I just had my beer. - The captain is on the way.

- Come, Kaj. Let's go. - That's my goddamn own decision!

You know the captain.

I can fuckin' decide myself, when I've finished my beer!

Hell, Kaj. You are well aware that you may not drink during work hours.

- I'll pull a day off your salary. - Not fuckin' 10 minutes before knocking-off time!

You can drink all the beers you want after 4 pm.

You ask for it yourself.

Have I asked to be together with you, little schoolteacher?

- I don't want to discuss this with you. - What the hell are you standing around here for then?

- I've been working for 25 years... - You'll be withdrawn for a day!

I've been working harder than you ever will in your whole life.

Such a schoolteacher!

Just wait here.

- Yes? - I'm looking for Kim Hansen.

- I don't know anything about that. - We had an appointment at 11 am.

I don't know anything about that, I said.

- Mum? - Come, lets unload. Come, Jonas.

Fuck you, you drunk fool!

Excuse me. Kim Hansen, is that you?

Yes.

I'm Liv. We spoke in the phone this morning.

So you're coming tomorrow.

No, we agreed today at 12.

Kim Hansen.

Shall we... Then it's today.

- You are here now, you can say. - Come, Jonas.

Haps!

Then it's here. This is how it looks.

I can quickly get...

I can quickly move those things, that needs to be moved so you can...

But I've changed... No, I haven't...

I've just started that, and then it's something else now.

But what I wanted to say, is... I can just...

Ali Dogan.

Liv Beckmann Larsen.

Hi, I just left my husband, so now I need a place to stay.

- You can try the crisis center... - I'm not going to a crisis center.

I just need a place, where I can live with my son.

Careful, man. This is fuckin' good paint.

- How much do you want for the paint? - At least 400.

I'll pay 200. Hold on.

- How much is in this one? - Careful, it's good paint.

- And how many litres is in that one? - There's ten.

So there is 15 litres of paint. You can have 200.

200. I don't want to discuss it.

Hi, dad!

Do you know what it's worth? Stig, will you buy it?

Yes, you fuckin' should. Give it to him for 400.

Lars, stop it!

- Far, stop it! - Lars, let me go!

Put down that bag!

- Relax. - Yes, yes. I'm relaxed.

What the hell are you up to?

If it happens one time, it'll keep on.

Smack her one!

You have no right to smack anyone ever.

Kaj!

He's so fuckin' antisocial, man.

- So you're clearing out again. - I'm working with him.

- See you, Connie. - I'll come by to get the 200.

- That's expensive, isn't it? - No, not for a football.

You can get some that are very expensive.

But then you can't take them out in all kinds of weather.

- Was it one like that you wished for? - Yes.

Kaj!

What the hell are you doing?! You are destroying the flowers!

So, so, old man.

That's amazing. Such amateurs they send.

- If the city doesn't son... - No, Kaj. What the hell?

Will you stop that immediately! Stop, I said!

I'll call the city! I can promise you that!

I'll come after you.

- I won't put up with that. - Kaj!

Kaj!

Here, Jonas.

Your lunch is in your lunchbox, and there is milk and juice.

I'll be back in 5 hours.

I'll show you.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

When the big pointer is at 12, and the small pointer is at 2, -

then I'm coming home, right?

The number for my work is there. Else you just ask Kim, OK?

- Yes, I can manage. - Your such a big boy.

Have a nice day, bye.

Hi, Jonas.

- Come on, Bo. Make some space. - Don't touch me.

Stig, come over here.

Kaj, I just got a bill from Nandrup of more than 2000 kroner.

- What will you do about that? - I wouldn't fuckin' pay it.

I am so tired of you two, -

and I'm specially tired of always having to discuss with you.

Go down and give Nandrup an apology, then I'll withdraw the 2000 from your salary.

It's fuckin' him who should give us an apology.

It's quite simple. Either you give the man an apology, -

or you will be dismissed from the Environment patrol.

- What the hell are we supposed to live from then? - That can hardly be my problem.

You can't fuckin' get fired from an activating-project.

Either you give that apology, or it's out of here.

Kiss my ass, man.

What the hell are you standing there for? Move your ass, man.

We should have ourselves a real job.

Moron. Do you really think anyone would hire somebody like you?

That's not what I mean. We should be self-employed.

Then we'll make a goddamn catering firm.

Hell, You must fuckin' believe me. I know a guy at the vegetable market.

A guy who works there. There is day-old fruit and vegetables, -

that just lies. Tomatoes and peppers just get thrown out.

That we can get for... nada! Can you see it?

Stig, damn you, I don't cook food anymore. It's over.

I fuckin' can't afford them withdrawing my welfare.

Connie goes completely bananas, man. She'll freak out, Kaj.

Hi.

I can't get in.

My shark fell out, and now the door is latched.

- Isn't there anyone up there? - Kim, but he don't bother to open.

- Where is your mother? - She's working.

Do you know when she comes back?

When the big pointer shows 12, and the small pointer shows 2.

Then you'll have to sit here until your mum comes back, right?

Yes, Hi. It's Liv. Yes, long time since.

I wondered if you know somebody who can look after Jonas?

Okay, be well. Bye bye.

He's a lovely boy... Jonas. I can see that right away.

Yes, he is.

And that I will tell you, Liv. You are a lovely...

It's a lovely way you handle him... in fact.

And that is important.

You need to take care. There's some subjects out here, that's a little...

And a girl like you... Well, what my point is...

- Keep an eye... - Thanks, Kim. I will.

- I just got us 500 kroner. - What have you?

The new girl with the kid needs to have some furniture moved.

What are you talking about? Why do you think she wants us to help?

We get half a grand for it.

That's because she's fuckin' afraid of getting beaten up.

- What has it got to do with us? - Well, I am not going out to fight!

- We'll just take Bo along. - No way.

Kaj, it's 500 kroner!

Let's see, Bo. Here is 40 for diesel.

- And then the 200, you owe me. - Shit, I forgot that.

Stig, damn you.

- You could give a helping hand, Bo. - I'm the driver.

If you put it there, it's fine.

- Where do you want the rest? - Just put it there.

That was pretty fast.

Here you go.

No, because right now I'm in the middle of...

Well, cheers and thanks for the help.

Well, but then...

Could I make one of you look after Jonas - just tomorrow?

There is not really any one of us who is a pedagogue.

I'll pay.

That we can certainly work out. That's no problem.

- Would you do that? - Clearly.

- That's really sweet of you. - Don't worry about that.

Come on, Jonas. Shoot.

Ouch, my goodness.

No, Jonas, I can't anymore. Now you goddamn take over.

You must be crazy. I won't nurse children.

No, but...

- Are you getting old, Stig? - Okay. Then we take a calm game.

We shoot to each other.

Ouch, for the devil!

Come on. Stig.

Come in.

- Is he sleeping? - Yes.

- Do you want a glass of wine? - No thanks.

- Not tonight, I'm a little tired. - A little tired, Yes.

I already have... opened up.