Why do you think you have Lyme disease, Monk?
I was walking in the woods not long ago.
And now I have all the symptoms.
And those symptoms are? - Extreme exhaustion, tingling legs...
...listlessness and there's a black spot on my back.
You were walking naked through the woods in September?
I never walk around naked.
Then you're not exactly in the high-risk group, are you?
Ticks lodge in the skin, not through fabric.
First you thought you had AIDS and then prostate cancer...
...and now Lyme disease.
Did it ever occur to you that you're completely healthy?
Could you have a quick look at my spot, though?
It's a mole.
A cancerous mole? - It's just a mole.
Dad?
Mom?
Mom, what are we having for dinner? - No idea.
What do you mean? - Exactly what I said: No idea.
But, Mom, we always eat at this time.
Today's different, honey.
Joon?
You freak!
Mom's staging a protest.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She's acting weird. She didn't make any dinner.
Where's dinner? - Hello, Joni.
This is sick, Maria. I'm hungry. - So am I.
So why's there no food? I'm hungry.
We're not eating shit today! You want to know why?
Because I've had it. I'm done. I'm fed up with cooking.
Making sure you guys eat enough vegetables and fruit.
I've had it.
Something's gonna change here. Tomorrow Monk makes dinner...
the next day it's your turn...
and Fabian...
...later. - You're crazy, Maria.
Everyone in this house is fucking insane.
Get out of that closet, dickhead.
Monk?
Monk!
Monk? - Yes.
Come here.
Why? - Because.
Where are you? - In the bathroom, pancake.
How can your pubic hair be blond? - Act normal, freak.
You called me. - Not to look at my fucking pubic hair.
I wasn't looking at it, it appeared.
Tell Fabian everything's still leaking. - Why don't you tell him?
Because I'm not talking to him anymore. - For how long?
For as long as I want. - Isn't that a bit childish?
A bit childish? Georgia May Jagger didn't talk to her dad for five months.
Mick Jagger used drugs. - Whatever. Just go and tell him.
Takes too long.
Dad?
How do I look?
Sexy. - Too sexy?
Well?
Are you wearing a push-up bra?
No. - Are you keeping your bra on?
I'll see.
Are you sure about this? With Frederik?
Yep.
I'm sure it hurts like hell.
Are you shaven?
Yes. Aren't you?
No, that would be like screwing a 12-year old.
Where are you going to do it? - The principal's office.
No. You're joking.
The younger the chick, the tighter round the dick.
Seriously... Hey, look who we have here.
The retarded little brother. - Don't touch her.
Or else?
Whoa, what are we going to do? What are you doing?
Against the wall, guys. - Against the wall.
You like cola? - Don't.
Three... - Don't.
Two, one... - Don't.
Let me go.
PRINCIPAL
What the fuck are you doing here? What the fuck did you do to your hair?
Don't let Frederik deflower you. - What are you talking about?
Joon, I mean it, don't. - Don't touch me.
Were you in the girls' bathroom again? Pervert.
One for Joni, one for you, and one for me.
Chicken or veal?
Don't polish your nails while we're eating.
I said: Don't polish your nails while we're eating.
'It gives me a headache.'
Don't polish your nails while we're eating.
Chicken or veal?
Vegetarian.
Since when? - Since now.
Just eat it, Joon.
I mean, you really need B12, because you're still growing.
Freak.
Shall I take some food to Dad? - Yes, okay.
Fabian has a visitor.
In his closet? - In his closet, a visit from his shrink.
How do you know? - Because Fabian's shrink is Ava's dad.
So Ava is telling everyone her father is your dad's shrink?
Everyone knows Fabian lives in a fucking broom closet.
He doesn't live in a broom closet. It's a work of art and he just stays there.
Whatever. He's a lunatic. - No, your dad isn't a lunatic.
You're right, Maria, everyone's dad lives in a fucking broom closet.
You picked a great husband.
Bravo.
I need therapy as well.
How's that possible, Benito?
In the hospital?
When can he go home again?
I can't go. It's impossible. The kids have to go to school.
Listen. Tell him to call me as soon as he's back home. OK?
Right away.
I love you guys.
Dad? Dinner.
Fabian?
Fabian, my love, I'm here.
Please open the door.
I'm here.
Let me in.
I want you to touch me.
My love, I want to feel you.
Do you hear me?
Fabian?
Open that fucking door, Fabian!
Open that door.
Open that door, Fabian. Open that door.
You're pretty. You... are... pretty.
You're pretty.
Dad?
Dad, I miss you...
Do you miss me too?
Monk?
Was it fun?
You smell of zits. - You smell of puke.
Yes?
We're on our way, Benito.
Fabian?
My brother is very ill. We go to Spain.
I'm not going. - Get dressed.
I'll go crazy if I have to go to Spain with you.
Monk?
Where's Monk?
What are you saying? What?
Where's Monk? - On the roof.
On the roof? - Yes, on the roof.
Come, get dressed. Get out of bed.
Monk?
Bad news, right? - Yes.
Bad news.
Right, why don't you bring the fridge as well?
Dammit.
Perfect.
Monk, let's go.
Takes too long, pancake.
He has to come.
Or he'll die.
Act normal. What the fuck are you doing?
Monk, act normal!
Monk!
Dad?
Come on.
Come on, you have to come with us.
Come on.
Fabian?
Why don't you stretch your legs?
Fabian, get in the car.
Hell, it's hot in here.
Jesus...
Joni, we'll catch a cold.
We'll catch a cold, Joni!
Hello.
Do you work here? - Hello. Yes, I'm the boss.
Do you have a free campsite? - Yes, there are enough free spots.
Perfect. We're leaving tomorrow at four in the morning.
Why don't I have a moustache?
You have to be a man for that, freak.
So where's my tent?
You don't have one. - Don't have one? I need my privacy.
There's no such thing as privacy on a trip. - So I have to share a tent with you?
Give me a hand. - No.
Joon?
There might be blue-green algae in the water.
How are you feeling?
Great.
I think your breasts are getting bigger every day.
And you often complain you're hot.
I hope you guys used a condom. - Mind your own business, Dr. Monk.
So it's possible.
Is it possible, Joni?
You're not alone there, are you?
He's with you all day?
God, you must be feeling terrible.
We're in France.
We'll leave as early as possible.
Hey, where are you going?
We're going to the village. - Together?
Hello?
Can I help you?
Hello. - Hello.
A test. - A test. What kind of test?
A baby test.
A pregnancy test. 14,90.
Is it for you?
No, it's for my mother.
Monk?
Monk!
I can't pee.
Close the door.
Hello. Can I help you?
Water?
A glass of water.
Here you are. A large glass of water. - Thank you.
Here. - Thank you.
One more minute, you have a look.
Is one stripe pregnant or two? - Two.
Joon...
Fucking hell. Crap.
Maybe you did it wrong.
How can I pee on something and do it wrong?
Now your breasts will become even bigger. - Freak!
Are you going to keep it?
Maybe all of us can raise it together.
That will drive that kid insane.
Do you think I'm insane too?
Yes, I know.
We're in Spain right now. We're driving directly to the hospital.
No, dear. I'm nervous.
Shit, Benito, I have to hang up. It's the police. Damnit.
Goddammit.
Act normal, please.
Good morning.
Why's he sitting in the back?
Why? Is that illegal?
Get out of the car.
Please, we're on our way to the hospital... - There's no excuse.
You're speeding, you're on the phone and you're littering.
Damned fascists. - What? Get out.
Okay, okay.
So.
Fabian, get out.
Come on.
Hey, where are you going?
Come back, please.
Over there? - Yes, over here.
Your backpack.
Give him your backpack.
Monk, go on. - No, Mom.
Hey! Walking off again?
Over there?
Take your place and stay put.
Here. - And stay put.
Come on. - No.
That's enough. - No.
Give me your bag. - No!
Here you are. - Open it up.
What the heck?
Monk?
What is this, Monk?
Monk, what is all this? Do you take these pills?
Monk?
Monk!
Benito?
What? What?
Are you comfortable?
You're comfortable, aren't you?
Or would you rather be in your closet?
Me too.
I chose you. When will you finally choose me?
Sorry...
Sorry.
Monk...
I'm so very, very sorry I wasn't there for you.
Forgive me.
Why don't you pay some attention to Joni, Mom?
Hello!
Are you coming?
Stop this!
Why are you doing this?
You're destroying us!
Just go! Get lost!
Get lost!
At least all this misery doesn't stop us from eating.
Hey, handsome. Apple of my eye.
Here.
Shall we?
The waves of the sea are crying
Letters over the stones
They fly into your conscience
They'll never stop talking
They'll never stop
Where's Joni?
The waves of the sea are crying
Letters over the stones
They fly into your conscience
Joni?
Joni, what's wrong?
What's wrong, sweetheart?
What's the matter, Joni?
What is wrong?
What's the matter, Joni?
I don't want a child.
My little girl.
Are you committing suicide?
No.
Takes too long.
Sorry.
Who are you?
I don't know.
But I know who you are.
May the mercy of the Almighty Father, the peace of His only son, Jesus Christ...
and the grace and comfort of the Holy Spirit be with you...
as you walk towards the light of faith and reach the promised goal...
and the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit...
descend upon you. Amen.