" Sleep well, Mr. Refsnes?" " Not really, no." "Perfectly normal for day 3." "the poison is leaving your body." " Day three?" " We had to give you a sedative." "You were rather delirious." "There's a group session in ten minutes." "This day's direction." " Hi." " Hi." "So what's your problem?" "I don't know." "That's going to make it more expensive." "I'm here to pick up the keys for Marianne's place, Dag's sister." "You're Eva?" "The Eva?" "I guess I am." "Unfortunately, Dag isn't here." "Or not unfortunately." "It's very good for him that he's not here." " Where is he?" " It's difficult to discuss." "What?" "Did anything happen?" "He's in rehab." "Sorry." "I had to take your picture when I said it." "A picture is worth a thousand words, they say,   but you're not displaying much emotion here." "Rehab, you say." "Is he...?" "A drunk, you think?" "I wouldn't say that, but he needed to dry out some." "A fifth booze a day, some wine, valium." " How long has he been there?" " Just a few days." "He'll be back soon enough, ornery as ever." " Should I make you an appointment?" " No, the keys." "The keys, sorry." "I'm writing a western, you see." " There they are." " Thanks." "Where did Marianne go to?" "Haven't seen her in ages." "Train-hopping." "Recapturing her lost youth." "You're sure Dag is all right?" "I hope so." "He's a good guy." "Yes." "So what happened?" "Why...?" "He was deeply in love, and didn't know what to do." "So he shut himself off." "Not uncommon." "His self-hatred made him get high." "The higher he got, the more self-disgust." " He's certainly not the first." " No." " See ya." " Definitely." "This is my story." "Thanks for letting me share." " Thank you, Hilde." " Oh, dear God." "Hi, I'm Helge, and I'm an alcoholic." "Hi, Helge." "Hi, I'm Helge, and I'm an alcoholic." "I got here yesterday." "What did I do?" "No, no." "Keep going." "Hi, I'm Helge, and I'm an alcoholic." "Get to the point, then." "I'm Dag, and fucking sick of you being Helge." "Hi, I'm Grete, and I'm a drug addict." " What's that?" " I don't know." ""Drug addict" sounds so dramatic." "I started drinking the day I got my first period." "You got so worried the blood loss would leave you anemic   that you started guzzling red wine?" "And just couldn't stop?" "My mom shot herself in the bathroom." "Probably a combination of her feeling old   and me having my period, becoming an adult." "She was free to do what she always wanted." "So she shot herself." "I tried to lift her head,   but it was..." "She didn't have..." "The back of her head, was..." "She didn't leave a note or say goodbye or anything." "Except for a filled-out 5-week lotto coupon   and a small pack of tampons." "She'd written my name on both items." "From then on, I was drinking pretty hard." "You can withdraw here, and observe as humanity   dances its death dance." "Stand up and acknowledge that you are one of the dying." "Life, Dag." "The gift that keeps on disappointing." "Remember that." "Always." "Take care." "Call if you need anything." "Bye." "Bye, daddy." "Be good, Benedikt." "Yes." "Mister Refsnes, you have a visitor." "He's waiting in the garden." "You..." "I'm sorry about that in there." "There's no excuse for my behaviour." "No need to say anything." "I know what it's like." "We've all been there." "You're confused, angry and powerless." "You don't know where to do do your laundry or who to ask about what." "Just ask yourself." "Where would you be if not here?" " Hi." " Hello." "How's it going?" "I feel the same way." " Who goes first?" " I'm all right." " Your dad's good." " He's not my dad." "What happened now?" "I lost my job." "It doesn't look like it." "I'm just pretending to go to work." "Fuck." "I know you don't need this right now." "No, fire away." "I've got time." "Anything not related to my misery is welcome." "Watch it, or you'll turn into Malin." "So why did you lose your job, Benedikt?" "I..." "I bought new tits for the boss' daughter." "You did, didn't you?" "It was take-your-daughter-to-work day." "I'm so sorry." "You're nice enough to take me out on a job, and all I do   is sit here like this." " It's all right." "It's good to cry now and then." "You know it's not true." "You're a very pretty girl." "Girl, that's just what I am." "There's nothing womanly about me." "Look at me." "I'm flat as a board." ""Flatbread", they used to call me in school." "I was the last to develop." "You don't need large breasts to be pretty." "That's a stupid ideal." "You're really pretty as you are." "My last boyfriend did the pencil test on me." "You know when you try to make a pencil stick under the breast?" "It rolled right off, as if it was a desk." "Fucking moron." "He broke up with you." "That tells you everything." "Please, don't cry." "We'll figure this out, OK?" "You." " Is that what you really want?" " Yes." "Totally sure?" "You might regret it afterwards." "No." "OK, I'll help you out." "Thanks so much." "A week later, I took her to the clinic." "She said she would spend the night with a girlfriend." "Her self-esteem was tanking." "I just wanted to help." "Right." "She needed to be seen, so I gave her the number for Street Racer." "Page 23 and 24." "And it never occurred to you that her dad might notice?" "I think most dads would notice a new C-cup in their family." "I don't know what I was thinking." "I just wanted to help." "She'll be 18 in two weeks." "Some dads give their girls new boobs for their Confirmation." "That's just sick." "So you didn't sleep with her?" "I want you to be the first to touch them." "Oh, dear God..." "What was I to do?" "Reject her, and imply that her implants were wasted?" "Make everything worse?" " She's at a very delicate age." " And you're not." "You have another visitor." "Room 714." " Who is it?" " Trine Ebeltoft." " Problem?" " I don't know." "Shall I tell her you're coming?" "You have 20 minutes till consult." "Yeah, fine." " Drunk." " Dwarf." "I guess I'll sneak back to work and clean out my closet." " You'll get a new job." " I know I will,   but I need one with some travel." "Mainly to Ostfold, the Mecca of vulvas." "The playground of frivolity." "A country with wide-open thighs." "A horn-dog's Shangri-La." " I'm getting the picture." " Yeah." " Hi." " Hi." "Weird to see you here." "I haven't seen you since..." "Say something nasty to me!" " You're fat." " Huh?" "You're fat, I said." "I rang you doorbell once." "Twice, actually." "I don't answer very often." "No." " I don't want to bother you." " No, that's fine..." "I just wanted to know if you're all right." " It's all right." " Good." "We could..." "Grab a drink, or..." "Maybe not a drink, but a coffee or something." "Yes, coffee sounds good." " Cool." " Yes." "I brought you a little something." "You were so fond of Austrian inventions." "They didn't have any on that, but they had this, from Belgium." "Same thing." "A little darker, perhaps." "Thanks a lot." " Bye." " Bye bye." "Dag." "Just grab a seat." ""A Farewell to Arms"." "Ernest Hemingway." "I'm a big fan." "That's why I want everyone to call me papa." "I even tried to change my name to Ernst Hemingway,   but they wouldn't let me." "Him and Errol Flynn." "Two admirable people." "A life completely free of morals and norms." "Hemingway shot himself, right?" "That's always an option." "I thought there was a ban on alcohol in these places." "For you, yes." "I'm not the one having problems." "Don't think the world will stop drinking just because we let out an alcoholic." "The most realistic scenario is to be surrounded by alcohol." "That's what you'll have to get used to once you return to the real world." "How does this work?" "What do we talk about?" "How are you doing?" "It feels pointless, but not worse than that." " To be here?" " Everything." "Whining." "What?" "You've got a sense of entitlement, as if the world owes you something,   that it never paid up." " Give me a fucking break." " Just listen to yourself." ""It feels pointless."" "Whose job is it to give your life meaning?" "Either you make the best out of your life,   or take the consequences of your whining, and end it." "Besides, you're one of the happiest people in the world." "White man, above average intelligence,   born in the richest country in the world." "Most people's fate is determined by the bed they're born in." "99 percent of all beds are worse than where you emerged." "You have all these possibilities, and yet you're here." "Stop feeling sorry for yourself." "You're one of the happiest bastards I've ever seen." "And do you know why?" "You know what you want." "You're just too chicken to admit it." "You know you want Eva." "Now you're trying to fix it by getting high." "It's like trying to lock the door when the house has burned down already." "She's got a baby." "I can't make another mess of it." "Conscience." "It's the manmade rulebook that kicks in   when you can't behave the way people want you to." "I don't want to argue with you." "Can I go to my room?" "Yes, you can go back to your room and pack." "You can go home." "Home?" "I'm fucking sick." "Drink this one if you want to return to where you were three days ago." "Come on, then." "You're not sick." "You're not an alcoholic or a pillhead." "Believe me." "I've been treating them for over 20 years." "You suffer from self-pity." "You can continue as an out-patient." "A daily consult for three weeks." "You need to get here every day, and you need to be sober." "No homework?" "Try to do at least one thing each day that surprises you." "Now you can go." " Relax a little, Hans." " Relax?" "My daughter is in a porn mag." "The photographer sold the raciest ones to a porn mag." "I'm sitting on the can, having some alone time." "I'm leafing through this, enjoying myself." " And then this?" " I get it." "Sorry." "I didn't know about it." "I was trying to help." "We can do this two ways." "Either settle it here and now,   or go home to your place and do it there." "Here's good." "Step up to me." "Arms along the side." "Fuck!" "Hello, it's me." "Thanks for asking." "I was just decked by you dad." "It's fine." "I think he needed it." "But a small glass of wine would make it all well."