your life lies behind in the flickering lights and no-one will know who you are.
Must be something missing.
What's it called again?
"Flickering Lanterns" ... by Mily Dickinson.
The mice have been at Mily Dickinson's book.
It's all right, nothing's missing. Mily Dickinson is a famous poet.
It's good that Stefan's reading. - But what does it mean?
Who cares!
Stefan, are you crying over a poem? - No.
It's a metaphor. - What kind of crap is that?
Are we literary critics now? - Arne, cool it.
And your brain hasn't worked since you got out of the freezer.
Stefan! Are you crying over a poem? - No, no ...
Jesus, is this a sauna club or what?
Bunch of faggots. - I'm sorry.
No, I liked that, "Flickering Lanterns."
So did I. It sounds good.
So let's call the place that.
How much does all this cost? - Don't worry about it.
Stefan, help us. - There's no handles.
I'd like to know how much is left. - There's plenty.
Why can't those two help? - Just leave them alone.
Now we've got a real refrigerator. - Never mind that.
Beers should be cooled in the ground. That's just how it is.
It's a question of finding the right depth.
If it's too shallow, the frost gets them.
You want a hand? - No, no. Just wait.
You'll be digging plenty of holes.
It can take years to find your personal depth.
How do you know when you've found it?
You can taste it.
One day, you'll take one out and taste it, -
- and it's as if the heavens open up for you.
All your sorrows are gone. You're at peace with yourself.
You're in a state of joy!
Earth-cooled joy.
Howdy!
How's the work going? A little housewarming present.
My dad shot it, over on the other side of the lake.
We're busy, Alfred. - Oh? Sorry ...
Then I won't be bothering you. Very sorry about that ...
See you later, Alfred.
Yes. Well ...
Say hi to Torkild.
Bye, Alfred. He's not all there.
Now. Dig your own hole!
You call that a sauce? - What else?
I could think of many things, but not "sauce." Start again.
You can't be serious. - You should care for it like a human being.
It needs constant attention and massive amounts of love.
This sauce hasn't had that. It's merely a fetus.
You calling my sauce a fetus?
It's sloppy. It needs wisdom and care.
Make a new one, and give it what it deserves. And a lot more wine.
It's only a sauce! I can't take this much longer, Torkild.
You have to learn.
I'm finished.
Good, Peter. Now clean up.
While we're waiting for the sauce.
Where did you learn to cook, anyway?
I was married to a woman who couldn't cook.
I cooked for my wife and kids for 1 7 years.
I think I know how to cook! - Take it easy.
We can stop now. - No, it's good to be cooking again.
When you're alone, you don't bother.
How did she die? - A drunk driver.
A station wagon. Completely irresponsible.
They went to pick up my mother at the train station, and ... bang!
Henrik, my eldest son, died on New Year's day.
Did you get the driver? - He died, too. They all died.
But you still can't teach me how to make a sauce!
Right, Arne? - I'm taking my break now!
You're useless, Arne!
Hi ...
Is Stefan here?
Hanne ... - Hi.
Are you here? - It's a great place.
How did you find us? - What do you mean?
Didn't you tell them I was coming? - I didn't know.
I told you. - Stefan, did you call her?
For chrissakes ...
I told you not to come. - Take it easy!
Bet she brought the Eskimo along. - Your stupid friends can stay away.
Especially now with the baby coming.
Holy shit ... - What about the soup?
Come on, Arne ... - The baby coming?
I couldn't tell you on the phone. You're going to be a dad.
We're going to be a little family!
Aren't you happy? - Sure ...
You fucking bet.
Those two are going to smash up the whole place.
I just painted that ceiling! - Ssh. Watch the film.
Oh, so she bought one too?
Yeah, he gets one, too. For being kind.
He turns into a faggot later on. - Don't tell us!
Can you fuck like that when you're pregnant?
Won't the kid get it right on the head?
Torkild, what does a horse like that cost?
That's enough, you two!
Good morning. We're going for a walk on the beach.
Good idea. We'll come too.
You don't have to come. - We were going that way anyway.
We'll walk on ahead a bit. You can catch us up if you want.
I'll kill that little bitch.
Hey, language! - Shut the fuck up.
Look: We've got customers.
- We're not ready. - Yes we are.
They're our first customers! Put on a clean shirt.
But who's going to cook? - Arne, of course. Get going!
Howdy!
A table for two?
Open the register!
Give us the money or ... I'll hurt you.
Arne, if we keep calm, it'll be all right.
Relax, it's a robbery.
What's going on here?
Where'd you get that?
Give me that. Give it here!
Pick them up. - What?
They're not loaded. - Don't say that!
Here, take this ... And get the hell out of here.
Jesus, Arne!
Stop it! Let go of that fucking glass!
Take him and get out, for chrissakes!
You stop this right now, Torkild! - Arne, take it easy.
Shut the fuck up! What the hell's going on?
They just ran off with all our change. Enough of this fucking shit!
That "fuck" will cost you 50.
Fuck you!
1 00.
I like "Torvald", too. - So what's wrong with "Torkild"?
It's nearly the same. - No, it's not!
My granddad's name was Torvald, not Torkild.
No child of mine is gonna be called ...
Someone's going to break a leg in this.
What is it? - Arne's gone.
What happened? - Some mess, huh?
Whose blood is that? - Just some customers'.
Is Arne all right? - Yeah.
How was the beach? - Customers? Are you all crazy?
They're psychos, Stefan. - Here, give a hand.
What?
Take it easy, nothing happened.
What are you looking at?
Are you deaf or what?
I said, what are you looking at?
You like staring? You're so fucking ugly.
Big, fat cow.
Shitty cow.
What the hell are you doing?
Are you shooting my cows? - Sorry, I didn't know it was yours.
You'll pay for that cow!
What did you shoot it with? - It's a Desert Eagle.
Israeli Army.
Take it.
She's ... a heavy mother, ain't she?
Biggest handgun ever made.
It's yours. For the cow.
That's a nice shotgun, too. - It's a Georg Christensen.
It was my dad's. Want to take a look?
Can I?
Take a look at this.
Arne, Jesus!
What the hell are you doing? - We're hunting.
Get lost. I don't need your shit.
He just needs to get it out of his system.
I'll send him home afterwards. Don't worry, Torkild.
A buck, Alfred! - Be seeing you.
Nice place, this. - It saves going home.
If I stay here, I'm ready to shoot ducks when the sun comes up.
The ducks come in the morning? - Yeah.
But you have to be alert, because they're fast little mothers.
My dad, he could shoot ducks. Eight or ten at a time.
He must have been good.
If so much as a snail moved, we'd blow it away.
But then he went off to Thailand and brought one of those hookers home.
For 1 3 years, we didn't even shoot a pheasant.
She was vegetarian and Buddhist and all that crap.
So he was sold on all that.
When he died she went back home, and I went back to the woods.
But like Carl always says, it's more fun with two.
Yeah, Carl's always right. - Don't feel sorry for him.
Believe me, I don't. - You know he's a liar?
How's that? - All his stupid stories.
His wife left him so fast his head spun.
They took his kids because he beat them.
He hit them? - You bet he did!
Well, I hit them a few times too, so he wouldn't feel bad.
He should never have had kids.
You have to have a license, and papers, -
- and all kinds of shit, just to buy an air gun, -
- but people can have as many brats as they want.
It should be the other way around!
What about you guys? You got families?
No.
You're not really cooks, are you?
No. We're just in hiding. But I'm fed up with it.
Did you kill someone? - Yeah, that too.
Always wanted to try that.
But I've never really had a reason, so I've stuck to animals.
Are you leaving? - I don't know.
Torkild just has to be set straight. It's always been like that.
You boys go back a long way, huh?
Yeah.
Arne?
Come here.
Where do you think you're going? - Just over to Lars.
Lars? That four-eyed kid? Aren't they in Sweden?
They let him stay home. - Come here.
No trouble, okay? - No. We're just studying.
That's right. If you work hard at school, you can't go wrong.
Off you go. - Bye, Dad.
Did you get him? - I think so. Go see.
We'd best be getting back. You've tried it now.
It's your turn now. - I don't want to.
Do it! - I don't want to.
You want more? - No.
They're only pellets.
Take it easy, they're just pellets!
Look, it's nothing.
Let's go for a walk. - Wait a bit, okay?
Why do we have to stay here? Arne left, why not you?
But he's coming back.
This is so boring. The first episodes are much better.
Can't we go down to the beach? - Then do it on your own!
You can't talk to me like that! - Idiot.
Did you hear what he said to me? - Oh, shut up.
There he is.
Howdy!
Hi, Arne.
I shot twelve ducks, Torkild. Alfred says he's never seen anything like it.
Twelve in one shot! - That's great, Arne.
Where's your bag? - I gave it to Alfred.
And he gave you the shotgun? - Yeah. We swapped.
Well, what the hell. I suppose one shotgun's okay.
Lots of folks have them. But don't let the customers see it, okay?
There aren't going to be any customers, Torkild.
You can't just open a restaurant in the middle of the woods.
Want to see a fox?
Hi, Arne. Torkild ..?
It's just that Hanne ... - We'll all take a walk now.
We're all here, so we can go down to the beach. Together.
Let's go ...
I'll give you the rest of the money if you drown her.
Now, now. Show a little tolerance.
Look how happy he is.
What the hell's going on? You sound like a bunch of faggots.
Give her a chance.
Are you feeling all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Look, they're not so bad. - They're nuts, can't you see?
They're a bunch of psychopaths. We can't stay here.
They're all right. You just have to get to know them.
How? All you do is drink and hunt and watch television.
Then let's do something else. What do you want to do?
What is it? - I feel like blowing eggs.
What? - I want to blow eggs.
Your turn, Stefan.
Isn't this fun? - Yeah ...
Did you blow eggs, too, when you were kids?
Yeah, I did.
Every Easter, we used to blow forty eggs until we were red in the face.
It was real fun.
Did you guys have animals, too, when you were kids?
Let's just do the eggs.
Your turn, Torkild.
I don't want to. - Come on, everyone else did one!
If he doesn't want to, then ...
Okay, I'll blow one.
Nothing's happening, Torkild!
You're doing it all wrong, Torkild.
Torkild, you're doing it all wrong.
Torkild, you haven't got a clue.
Let him try. - I've never seen anyone worse at it.
Here, let me show you.
Wait, Stefan. Torkild, if you just ...
Shut the fuck up, bitch!
There's something wrong with that egg.
Stefan, get her out of here. - Come on, honey ...
What happened?
Look at that, the shell's all wrong. It wasn't you, Torkild.
Yeah. It must have been a sick hen.
Yeah, the shell looks weird. - Sure, just forget it.
Drive!
Maybe I should say goodbye? - No. Then we won't get the van.
It's Torkild's van. - You don't owe him anything.
He owes you money, right? - Yes, but ...
Then drive!
Come on, Stefan! - Okay.
Dagur ... - I'm playing billiards.
Just listen to this.
Are you guys related or what?
What is this childish crap? Why won't he come back?
Sit down and watch this. - I've seen it 20 times.
It's no fun anymore.
How about a card game? - I'm going to bed.
To bed? - Alfred's coming tomorrow morning.
You could stay up for a bit. What if Stefan comes back? Or customers?
Listen, there won't be any customers. If there are, wake me up. Good night.
What if he doesn't come back? - Good night, Torkild.
They want to know if we've got fireworks.
So, Stefan. Open Granddad's present.
Oh, my! - Thanks, Granddad.
It's from Grandma, too. Not that you care.
Eat properly, Stefan! Small bites.
You don't care that Grandma is full of cancer, do you?
Yes, I do. - How often have you visited her?
Once! One lousy visit from you in two weeks.
You'll be sorry when she's gone.
When I went blind, they told me my other senses would be enhanced.
But I've just had these damn colds all the time.
Stefan, today you become an adult.
So let me tell you what my father told me when I was confirmed:
Never forget your family!
No matter what happens, never forget your family.
Just look at Susanne and ... - Anders.
Anders. Susanne and Anders.
We all know what you went through with your little boy.
The Lord took him. But did you give up? No!
You kept on going, because you had your family.
Stop that! - What happened?
Nothing. - Was I snoring?
It's okay. - You get used to it.
Just wait till you meet Uncle Sven, he nearly choked on his own snot.
I hope they come to the christening.
They're looking forward to seeing you. - You said that.
I'm sure they'll like you. And you have to meet Rolf and Marianne.
They've had three kids with water on the brain, imagine!
The essence of all this is ...
... no matter what happens, you've got your family.
Rely on them, and there's nothing you can't do.
Cheers, my boy, and don't forget that.
Why can't you behave!
Look at that ...
I knew it! I knew it would happen.
I'm bleeding.
I'm bleeding!
Not again!
No, don't lie on the carpet!
You can't get blood off.
I don't want to lose it, Mom! - Come out here on the floor.
Come on. - What the hell's going on?
What the hell's going on?
Evening!
There's a fucking restaurant here somewhere.
It's in the woods. - I know, that's what they all say.
We've been looking for it for a fucking day and a half.
Watch your mouth, son!
Let me go. - Show me where it is!
It's here.
Thank you!
Any customers? - Sure, they all went for a piss.
What about Carl? - Not yet.
I think we should go. - What?
We could drive south.
It's empty, Torkild. And you owe us a lot of dough.
We'll rob a couple of gas stations on the way to Barcelona.
You can get some coke, Peter. And you can get guns, Arne.
I'm going hunting tomorrow.
Get over there!
Take their guns.
Why the fuck did you do this, Torkild?
They're clean.
Have you guys hung up your guns?
It's a trick. You know I won't shoot unarmed men.
But it won't work.
Here you are ...
Now it's a fair fight.
Stay where you are.
Howdy.
Stefan? - Hi, Torkild. Arne ... Peter.
But why? - It didn't work out.
What about Hanne?
Well ... She cried a bit.
And then she yelled a bit.
Sorry about this, boys.
That's all right, Torkild. - Shut up!
What is it with you guys? Are you faggots or what?
Why am I always left out? You think you're better than me?
Give me the money so you can die quickly.
It's all gone. - Don't lie! Where is it?
It's true, it's gone.
We bought this restaurant. - A restaurant?
But why, Torkild?
Because I wanted my own place.
There he is!
Alfred, for chrissakes, they're dead!
Easy, Alfred. It's over.
Easy, now ...
So that was three roast pork and one stewed cabbage?
He met his end right there.
Weren't you scared? - Yes. It was frightening.
And he was an Eskimo? - Carl thought he was.
But he was actually Norwegian. - Who's Carl?
The guy sitting at the bar with Alfred.
He met his match in those two. Can I show you to your table?
Just sit down, I'll be there in a moment.
Two more, please.
And one for me, too. - In just a moment.
Hi, Torkild. - Hi.
This is Flemming. - Hi.
Hello. - Hello.
Is this the ... him? - It's him.
So this is your place? - Yes, it is.
Would you like to sit down? - Yes, thank you.
Anything you like. On the house. - You don't need to do that.
The paper's paying.
But don't give us anything special. - Of course.
This looks disgusting ...
You know who's in there?
Yeah, she looks a lot nicer now. - No, she doesn't.
She does, Torkild. - She's blossomed.
He must be well-hung. - Shut up. Peter, get our best wine.
It's gone. - It can't be. What's in the holes?
Beer.
Please, help me.
Just do this for me, and I'll never ask for another favour.
We can't make gourmet food. - It doesn't matter, just do your best!
That's all that matters, right?
Torkild, you shouldn't have. - Today's menu. Same for everyone.
I've visited more restaurants than most people do in a lifetime, -
- but the meal I had at the Flickering Lanterns, -
- was the worst I've ever experienced.
But despite the unhygienic tableware -
- and the overcooked, half-peeled potatoes, -
- I'm giving them four stars anyway.
One for Stefan, one for Peter, -
- one for Arne, and one for Torkild.