Borderline (2022) Movie Script
1
[upbeat music]
[logo whooshing]
[logo buzzing]
[tense music]
[tense upbeat music]
[indistinct chattering]
- [Rasha] It was terrible.
You know, I started getting
all this mail and comments.
- [Man] Because it was
posted on Facebook?
- Yes.
About two years later.
- [Man] Who was it?
- I don't know, I
never found out.
- [Man] Well it's a fantastic
exhibition, isn't it?
- [Woman] I think it was
really great what she did.
- [Man 2] Great.
Well maybe, it's also
a bit of a cliche.
Taking off her clothes, what
did she think would happen?
- [Woman] What? Ugh.
I can't talk to you.
- Excuse me, but do
you have a cigarette?
- The start of so many stories.
- Thanks.
- Not a problem.
- So what do you
think of the show?
- Predictable.
- The show or my question?
Oh, thanks.
- De rien.
- So, are you an artist?
- Hi Mads.
- Oh my god.
- Great you could make it!
- It's nothing.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm over for work.
- Wow, great.
- How do you two
know each other?
- We met in Coffee
at Brick lane right?
- Yeah, four years ago, right?
- You don't live in London?
- I live in Copenhagen.
What a fantastic show.
- [Rasha] Do you like it?
Thanks, that's so nice to hear.
- [Mads] Yeah, I thought
it was terrific really.
- Thanks, that's so sweet.
So have you two met?
- But without the
formal pleasure.
- Mads, Joan, Joan, Mads.
- She just gave me a cigarette.
- Beware of smoking women.
- Always.
- [Speaker] Hey Rasha, come.
- [Rasha] Excuse me.
- So what brings
you to London Mads?
- Business meetings.
- Business? What
kind of business?
- [Mads] You'll laugh.
- I never laugh.
- Okay, I work in social media.
- Mm, how so?
- Targeted promotions,
corporate identity
and Facebook pages.
- Mm, fascinating.
- Well, what do you do?
- I'm an editor.
- What kind of editor?
- A vicious one.
- Okay guys, they're going to
Nakh Bakas in a few moments
so drink up and come to the pub.
[upbeat music]
- This is a kind of zombie pub.
- Yeah, pubs in London
are often quite joyless.
- It's carefully cultivated.
Joy isn't allowed.
Tell me something you wrote.
- In the baths of serenity,
all difference dissolves.
- Is that a poem?
- It's a slogan for a
brand of a bubble bath.
I didn't use that one.
- Moving.
- Is that a joint?
London looks so different.
- [Joan] It's the boom.
- [Mads] Why do they build
such terrible buildings here?
- To oppress us.
You see that?
- I love that.
- Yeah.
Hidden city.
- So what are these
things that you edit?
- Various items.
Newsletters for one,
anthropological investigations.
- And you publish them?
- When the mood takes me.
- Hmm.
- What about you?
- You mean artistically?
- Yeah.
- I'm a failed poet.
- Failure for poets is success.
- I guess there's no
success like failure.
- Tell me a poem.
- Okay.
- I'm waiting.
- Yeah.
[Mads clears throat]
Okay.
Look me in the eye was engine
many times before will
be again connected
perfectly in fact,
across the silence
of their separation
as if this routine
had a soundtrack
and I'm a silhouette and you're
a synapse firing in space.
- Not bad.
- Where can I find your stuff?
- On the net.
Joanderay.com.
- Oh, very professional.
- Hashtag.
[door opens]
So this is where they store you.
[door closes]
Nice.
Very clean and postmodern.
- Business comfort in
the capital of Europe.
- Is that another one of yours?
- An unknown colleague.
- Anonymous.
Sexy.
Like you.
- Listen, before we have sex.
- Don't have sex with me.
- I need to tell you
that I have a girlfriend.
[Joan scoffs]
[Joan chuckles]
- How nice of you to tell me.
- When was I
supposed to tell you?
- I don't know, before.
- Before what?
- Earlier.
- Earlier when?
Listen, we don't
have to do anything,
but we can if you want.
- What if I don't want to?
- Mm, that's not
a problem either.
- What about your girlfriend?
- What about her?
- Doesn't she care?
- We have an open relationship.
- Oh really?
- Yes, we're progressive.
- That's not funny.
- It's a little funny.
- You brought me here.
- I didn't force you.
- Under false pretenses.
- You said that you wanted
to see my hotel room.
- Yeah, but I obviously didn't
wanna see your hotel room.
- And how am I
supposed to know that?
- Are you retarded?
- So I have to tell you,
what else should I do?
- You could have told me before.
- I didn't know that
we will be here before.
What was I supposed to say?
Hi, my name is Mads,
I have a girlfriend?
- Can you smoke in here?
- Out the window.
Confusing times.
- Are you confused?
- Isn't everybody?
- Not me.
- No?
- Nope.
I'm just myself.
- And who's that?
- [Joan] It's who you are
and what you stop
believing about yourself
doesn't go away.
- I don't quite follow.
- It's what you talk about
to avoid talking about.
Do you know what I mean?
It's...
Nevermind.
[cellphone chimes]
- Hey.
[Joan humming]
Hey.
Good morning.
- Did you want me to leave?
- Oh, you can stay.
- Really?
- Yeah, we can get breakfast.
I just have to
catch a plane later.
- Almost like
you're a gentleman.
- Let me just take
a shower first.
[water pattering]
"Hope all is good in London.
Looking forward to seeing you later - a xx"
[water pattering]
[camera clicks]
Hey.
- Do you mind?
It's just for my
private collection.
- Just don't put it online.
- Of course not.
What do you take me for.
Do you mind if I join you?
- Sure.
- Too much?
- No, it's fine.
- Steamy.
- Which way?
- That way.
- You're like a child.
- I'm exactly like a child.
- Where do you live?
- Holburn.
- Central?
- Very.
- Is it expensive?
- Well, I live with my parents.
- And what do they do?
- Mainly, they're dicks.
- Dicks?
- No, not really.
They're just boomers.
- I've seen that meme.
- It's like they
never really grew up.
- Your parents?
- Everyone's, they
were brainwashed by
watching too much TV.
- Yeah.
And now it's now our turn.
- Yeah except now it's
Facehook, Instascam and Shitter.
- So why were you
together for so long
if you didn't like him?
- I don't know really.
I guess I kind of
got used to it.
- Inertia?
- Yeah, but I don't think I was
ever really in love with him
- Never?
- I don't think he ever
really got me, my weird side.
Like you, my dear.
- Right.
- What about your
girlfriend then?
- Anna?
- Mm.
- She's compassionate and
she's also good for me.
- But she doesn't
get you either.
- Well, we come from
different worlds.
- What does she do?
- She's a doctor.
- Mommy GF.
- What?
- People have stupid
ideas about women.
- Do they?
- Mh-hm.
- Who does?
- Everyone.
About what women want.
Men especially.
- And what do women want?
- They don't want pussies.
Why do you think
some things happen?
- What do you mean?
In a mystical kind of way?
- No, just like why
some things happen
and some things don't.
- Random chaos.
- Yeah, but it's
not all chaos is it?
Like, why do you think nothing
happened with that girl?
- Who?
- The girl that you
took to the monument.
My precursor.
- She wasn't your precursor.
- Oh, I forgot.
I'm unique.
How old is Anna?
- 33.
- Have you previously
been in a relationship
with an older lady?
- Yeah, my first girlfriend.
- Mm, why didn't that work out?
- I don't know.
Some things just don't work out.
- You do know though.
- What do you think
about relationships?
What kind of relationship
is it possible for two
individuals to have?
- What do you mean?
- There are many kinds
of relationships.
You have business relationships.
You have social relationships.
- Except that when you're
in a sexual relationship
with someone,
it's like being in 10
relationships with 'em at once.
I came here with Gino.
- With Gino?
- Yeah.
He was in hospital.
It was just before he died.
- What did he die of?
- Bowel cancer.
- Oh Jesus.
- Yeah.
I remember I came to
take him out for a walk
and he threw his colostomy
bag over his arm like a cape.
- Wow.
- I thought it was one of
the most dashing things
I've ever seen.
- Was he important to you?
- Yeah, he published
my first book.
- You wrote a book?
- I wrote a couple.
- I thought you said
you were an editor.
- Yeah.
- So you are a writer?
- I do all sorts of things.
- Hmm.
- So what does your
girlfriend make of all this?
Does she see other people?
- She has before.
I mean, it also has to do
with how we got together.
- And how was that?
- Casually.
- And now?
- I don't think so.
But to be honest, I
don't really ask her.
- So how together are you?
Tell me another poem.
- Swallow me, I will
live inside your belly.
Floating in a sea
of just because
repeat this sentence after me
all I wanted was.
[traffic rumbling]
So, we are back here.
- Time is a flat circle.
- I've heard that
before somewhere.
- Yeah, it's from the internet.
- Right.
So I guess this is it.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.
I mean,
you are one of the
most interesting
people I've encountered
for a while.
- I'm glad I entertained you.
- You want to swap
numbers or Facebook?
Maybe we could meet next
time I come to London.
Or you could visit
Copenhagen sometime.
- Yeah, I'd like that.
Joan Deray.
- Until next time then.
[horn honks]
[tense ambient music]
[cellphone chimes]
"Joan Deray has sent
you a friend request."
"Confirm"
"Friends"
[door opens]
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
Come.
[door closes]
- How was the trip?
- It was fine.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- What are we having?
- We're having Spaghetti
alla Putanesca.
- Mmm.
- Have a taste.
- It's good.
How was Kirkegaard?
- He was so good. We went
for a long walk today.
[cellphone chimes]
Who is it?
- The internet.
[knock on door]
- [Woman] Joan, do you
want to watch "Quiz Time?"
- I'm working here.
[soft music]
- Mmm.
It tastes great.
- Tell me about London.
You never replied to my message.
- My phone died.
But you know what it's like.
- What is it like?
- It's like a drug.
- Then it's a bit strange
you didn't check it.
[Mads chuckles]
- Do you have any, by the way?
- You mean weed? I
thought you quit.
- I had a mini relapse.
- In London?
- Hmm.
- I thought they all just
did cocaine over there.
- I believe this is just a myth.
- I don't have any.
And anyway, I'm on call later.
- When?
- In a couple of hours.
- Hmm.
- You know that thing we
talked about the other day.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yes, what were
you going to say?
[cellphone chimes]
- Who is that?
- Just someone on Facebook.
[Anna scoffs]
I'll turn it off.
- Thank you.
[paper rustling]
[cellphone chimes]
- I'm going out.
- [Woman] Where are you going?
- Out, out, I'm just going out.
- Joan's got a booty call.
- I do not have a booty call.
- She does, you can tell.
- [Joan] I wish I
had a booty call.
- Don't be vulgar.
- It's ironic.
- Apartheid.
[upbeat music]
- Ms. Joan Deray.
- The one and only.
- Thanks for coming out.
- It's okay.
I was just Facebook
stalking my new boyfriend.
- Who's your new boyfriend?
- Mads.
Mads by name, Mads by nature.
No, he's not actually mad.
He's actually quite normal.
He's Danish.
- And he's your boyfriend?
- Yeah, the only problem
is he lives in Copenhagen.
So what are you doing in London?
- Flying the coop.
- A relationship needs to
move forward or it sinks.
- But why does it
have to keep moving
in a specific direction?
- Biology. Time.
- Time doesn't say we have
to make a bourgeois family.
- Time says I must
find a suitable mate
before I become
reproductively obsolete.
- Time says the sun,
the planets and the
universe will disintegrate
into pure zero.
- Exactly, Mads.
- What happened?
- Grew apart.
- So what's your plan?
- I don't know,
what's your plan?
- I told you.
- Yeah, Mads from Norway.
Do you know where I
can get some coke?
- Denmark and yeah, probably.
- Should we get some?
I've got some money.
- Where are you staying?
- I was about to ask.
- I'm living with my parents.
- Just for tonight,
and then we can spend
the hotel money on coke.
- You're incorrigible.
[bell dings]
- [Bartender] Last orders.
- Shall we get one
more round then?
- Do you really
want another one?
- I want a baby, Mads.
- Yes, I hear you.
- Every time I see my
parents they ask when
I'm going to have a baby.
- I just told you
I'll think about it.
What do you want to do now?
- Go in and fuck.
[door opens]
- Only if it's okay, though.
- Yeah, it's fine.
- Should we get some vodka?
- Yeah.
[lips smacking]
- Where are you going?
- [Anna] To the hospital.
- Oh.
[Mads sighs]
- Okay, take off
your shoes, hurry.
[Joan chuckles]
Shush.
Fuck!
[stairs creaking]
[toilet flushes]
Make yourself at home.
- Yeah, thanks.
God Joan, you're obsessed.
- I'm sorry for having a life.
- A life?
I feel like I need
to get fucked.
- Carrie.
- [Carrie] Mh-hm.
- [Joan] Strike a pose.
- You sending my nudes
to your boyfriend?
- You love it.
Mads is taking me to Copenhagen.
- Coping mechanism.
- Fuck you.
Fuck you.
- I'm kidding, Joan.
I'm just kidding.
- You can talk.
- I'm an aesthete.
- Is that what you call it?
- Hmm.
Perfectly comfortable with
my choice of lifestyle.
- Really?
- In the future, we
will all be insane.
[birds chirping]
[dog panting]
"Update on the Atheist brief.
Can you stop by the office ASAP - L"
"Missed call"
[Mads sighs]
[water pattering]
[Mads groans]
- There was something
twisted in his thinking,
don't you think?
- Yes, but it's true
what he explained
about serotonin
and communication.
- Is it?
- Yes, about the way
electronic language
short circuits people's
reward receptors,
which then affects
the rest of life.
- What are you talking about?
- Social media.
- Mental illness.
- I think I've read that book.
- Mads. Sorry for the wait.
- It's fine.
- Come over.
- Thanks.
- Welcome back.
- Thanks.
- London. How was it?
- Big.
- A big shithole, huh?
Anyway, I've just been
chatting with Atheist.
- What did they say?
- We're in.
[both laugh]
Good work, Mads.
- Great.
- Which means we
need you to go back.
- Okay.
When?
- Early tomorrow
if that can work?
- Fantastic.
- Super.
[claps hands]
Any questions?
You can just ask Jens.
He's got all the details.
Great stuff, Mads.
Good luck.
- Thanks.
[traffic rumbling]
[camera shutters]
- Who are you, Nan Goldin?
- Man Deray.
You love it.
- I do, I can't deny it.
- [Speaker] I've been out
clubbing for five days straight
to do this research of
bringing these tunes
and I'm telling you, when I
looked myself in the mirror
when I woke up about
10 minutes ago,
I got exhausted just using
my eyes mate, for real.
Anyhow, any who.
So what have we
got for you today?
- [Carrie] Do you ever
get off that thing?
- [Joan] Okay, okay, okay.
I'm putting it away.
- I haven't seen
you in two years.
- What's two years?
- Two summers and two winters.
You should be paying
attention to me.
- You're such a narcissist.
- Says the queen of borderline.
- Hey.
- I'm just telling
it like it is.
[cellphone vibrates]
- Are you gonna get that?
- What's the point?
- Faithless generation,
unhappy life.
- So I guess this
is goodbye then.
I'll leave you to
your enterprise.
- Fly away to new adventures.
- Mesmerized.
- And Joan, take
care of yourself.
- Don't I always?
- Do you?
- More or less.
- [Bystander] Satan 2.0.
- Will you shut the fuck up?
- Never change Joan.
[door opens, closes]
[cellphone chimes]
[Mads sighs]
[cellphone chimes]
[cellphone chimes]
- You can carry on.
- Of this city, not one
stone will remain standing.
Not one stone.
- Mads?
Mads?
Wow. You haven't done
that for a while.
- Like a comet falls
in love with earth.
- Pretty.
Shall we go?
- Like a bullet makes an exit.
[door buzzing]
- Friends! Come in!
Just dump your coats on the bed.
- Sorry, is someone
sleeping in there?
[upbeat music]
- Are you okay?
- Are you sure?
- Dump your coats.
- Lucas.
- Yeah?
- Would you like to...?
- Yeah, yeah. Just a second.
[upbeat music]
[footsteps tapping]
[door opens, closes]
- Hi dad.
- Hi Joan.
- [Voice On TV] I'm
ready to go home.
- Where is everyone?
- The theater.
- Okay, cool.
- Joan?
[door opens, closes]
- No, it wasn't because
I could only think of him
but because of her.
- What are you talking about?
- Ah, Lucas.
- Can we hug?
May I hold you?
[door buzzing]
- Yeah, yeah.
- No, because by showing
it, you're promoting it.
- So we should only give
platforms to nice things?
- Sorry to interrupt.
Lukas says he has some ketamine.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- So, have you done this before?
- No.
- Yes.
- Yes?
- You want to go first?
[keypad typing]
[upbeat ambient music]
I'm a mess and I
don't know who to tell
Because I've gone from
good to bad so many times
My world is imploding
and I am not ready
It just hurts so
much to even say
- Let's go into the bedroom.
- Okay.
- I see stars.
- I have a role to play.
- Entities.
So pretty.
- They don't want
them to be different.
- Let's make a baby.
- A baby?
- Yeah.
Come on.
Can't you see?
- Wait.
[train rattling]
- Okay, so this is a story
about balance and control.
[cellphone chimes]
Hey.
- What? I'm just
pleased to see you.
- Yeah.
So how have you been?
- Feels like I just
saw you yesterday.
- Yeah.
Right, so where do
you wanna go today?
- That way.
- Yeah, your wish is my command.
I don't know, to be honest.
I have my doubts.
- About what?
- About what I'm doing.
My position in the vast machine.
- What is your position
in the vast machine?
- I don't really know.
Artisan, maybe peasant.
- Well, most people
are peasants.
Most of what people complain
about too, being peasants.
- How do you get out?
- You have to never be in.
- Too late.
- You could drop out.
- Ah, you just drop
into something else.
- I saw my friend, Carrie.
- How was she?
- She left her husband.
- Oh, why?
- She was bored.
Girls get bored.
Maybe we should try and
find a place to be inside.
- Let's walk for a bit.
- When do you leave?
- We have some time.
- You don't want to?
- Is that what you want?
- I don't care.
Why would I?
- I don't know.
About what?
- About whatever.
About whatever this was, which
I realize now is nothing.
- What do you mean?
- Isn't it?
- I thought we were friends.
- Friends?
- Aren't we though?
Well, what are we?
- Well, like I said.
- We can do whatever
we want, okay?
- So easy for you, isn't it?
- What is?
- Just whatever.
It's whatever it is
you do on social media.
- What are you talking about?
- You know perfectly well.
- Was I disrespectful?
- You're disrespecting
me right now.
- How?
- As a woman.
- Right, so?
- So what?
- You're not under
any obligation.
- I know that.
Why would you even say that?
Why don't we just
go to the desert?
Don't laugh.
Have you ever been?
- No.
- With the Bedouins,
we can just jump on a plane
and in a couple of hours
we're on a different planet.
- But we'll have to come back.
- Why?
- Because of our lives.
- What life?
You don't have a life.
- Right.
- Do you?
Aren't you just some
social media robot?
- You tell me.
- Do you wanna go to the
pub and fuck in the toilets?
- What?
- Come on.
- No.
- You're so gay.
- Right.
- Aren't you?
If you weren't
gay, you'd fuck me.
- Would I?
- Your testosterone
would make you.
- Great.
- You don't think that's true?
- Since when?
- I don't know.
I don't know what happened.
[traffic rumbling]
- I've gotta go back to
Copenhagen now, Joan.
- Do not pass, go.
Asshole.
- You don't even wanna
say goodbye in a good way?
- What difference does it make?
- I think there is a difference.
I really appreciated
meeting you.
- Well, you're half
gone already, basically.
- Well, that's up to you.
- Don't go yet.
- Well, I've gotta go soon.
- Okay, but just have one
more cigarette with me.
I don't know what I'm
doing to be honest.
What I'm doing wrong.
- It doesn't seem that way.
- I'm 35 and I'm
living with my parents.
- You're an artist.
- Yeah, a piss artist.
- That's something to be.
- Thanks Faceberg.
- Okay.
- Do you know how my
parents talk to me?
- How?
- You are selfish
and ungrateful.
You take us for granted
and you never clean up.
You're wasting your life.
You think the sun shines out
of every one of your orifices.
- Wow.
- I don't know why
I'm telling you this.
It's just giving you an example
of the kind of thing they say.
- It's cruel.
- They don't really
get me, you know?
They think it helps,
but it doesn't help.
- I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.
- I know.
Joan.
- What?
- You're not alone.
[footsteps approaching]
Can I help you?
- I was looking for Daniel.
- He moved out in April.
- Okay.
[door opens, closes]
Hi.
- Hey, welcome home.
- Thanks.
- How was London?
- Fine. I'm going to
take a quick shower.
- Okay.
- Did you have a
good day at work?
- It was fine. We
had a stabbing.
[cellphone chimes]
[water pattering]
[Mads groans]
- Was that nice?
- So nice.
- What do you want
to do tonight?
- Um, I don't know.
We can watch a
film, if you like?
- What do you want to see?
- Perhaps a thriller?
- Get some water.
I'll find something.
[keyboard clacking]
[water pouring]
- Have you seen
'Fatal Attraction'?
[cellphone chimes]
[tense music]
"Lives in NoHopenhagen"
"From Liarville"
[cellphone chimes]
[cellphone chimes]
[Mads sighs]
[tense music]
"BLOCK"
"Choose a problem to continue"
- Everything okay?
- Yeah.
Everything's fine.
[tense music]
[cellphone chimes]
[Mads exhales deeply]
- Fuck!
Dad, I need to borrow
your credit card.
- It's in my wallet.
Why?
- How come she gets to
borrow your credit card?
- Shut it.
[chattering on TV]
[cellphone ringing]
[Mads deeply exhales]
- Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
[airplane whooshing]
[flute music]
[uptempo music]
- Hi.
- How's it going, big guy?
[both laughing]
- It's going good.
- All cool?
- Yes, all is cool.
What are you talking about?
- [Lars] Mads.
Can you come in?
[phone ringing]
How did it go?
- I presented what
we talked about
the idea of creating more
engagement through their...
- Did they bite?
- It's hard to say. I
couldn't really tell, but...
[cellphone ringing]
"United Kingdom"
Sorry.
- So?
- I pitched the whole
concept for them....
[cellphone ringing]
- Do you need to take that?
- I'll call them back.
[cellphone vibrates]
I'm sorry for this.
- Hello?
- Hi.
- [Mads] Who is this?
- It's me, Joan.
- [Mads] Joan?
- I'm in Copenhagen.
- What?
What are you doing here?
- I thought you'd be pleased.
- Joan, do you remember
our last conversation?
- Yeah, but don't
worry about that.
- Did you delete that profile?
- Look, nobody knows
it's you apart from us.
- How would you like it if
the roles were reversed?
- I'd be thrilled.
- Please just delete it.
- Okay, okay, I'll do it.
So when are we gonna meet?
- I'm at work right now.
- No, I understand.
We don't need to meet
right now, obviously.
- Where are you staying?
- Well, I thought
I'd stay with you.
- Are you crazy?
I live with my girlfriend.
I thought we said
goodbye in London.
- What?
- I said goodbye,
we said goodbye.
- No, you said
come to Copenhagen.
- [Mads] When did I say that?
- You said it twice.
- I didn't mean like this.
- I need to see you.
- I don't think we
should see each other.
- How can you say that?
- What else can I say?
- Fuck you Mads.
- [Mads] What?
- Fuck you.
You lying cunt.
- What did I do?
- You know what you did.
- [Mads] What do you mean?
- You lied to me.
- [Mads] I never lied.
- Yes you did.
You know you did.
- Okay, I don't think this
is going anywhere good.
- Fucking prick.
- I'm gonna hang up now, okay?
I'm sorry.
I thought things were
clear between us.
- You're a fucking asshole.
- Goodbye Joan, I hope
you find some peace.
- Mads.
Mads.
Fuck.
[upbeat music]
[cellphone chimes]
- Fuck.
[cellphone chimes]
[pop music]
- Fuck!
Do you have a phone charger?
- No, I don't have
a phone charger.
[birds cawing]
[door opens, closes]
- Do you have a phone charger?
- What kind of charger?
No.
- Who do you want to call?
- There's something strange
in the neighborhood.
- Who are you guys?
The house band?
- Where are you from?
Dachau?
- London.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm visiting my
fucking boyfriend.
- Will you give her a drink?
- What kind of
drink do you want?
- A martini.
- We don't have that.
- He's not a fascist.
Well, not really.
- So what about this tweet?
- [Rula] Please consider
me an incompetent child
without any responsibility
for my actions.
The work of feminism
is almost done.
- What about it?
- He's right wing.
He's anti-feminist.
- But can't you
see this inability
to separate
aesthetic from ethic,
reality from fantasy,
what you think you want,
from what you really want.
- So where is your boyfriend?
- He's at work.
- What's his job?
- He's a fucking
faggot like you two.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
No?
- You've got a big
mouth for a little girl.
- My finest feature.
Don't laugh.
You couldn't handle it.
- You don't think so, princess?
- But that depends on how
you frame the situation.
If you start from that premise,
then of course you end
with that conclusion.
- What premise?
- That humans don't
somehow belong to nature.
- How much money do you have?
- How much money do you have?
- How much does he have?
- Okay, who wants to go first?
- Me.
- Do we fuck her, or what?
- Yeah.
But just let her
suck me off first.
- [Jens] What do
you think, Mads?
- What about?
- Man's eternal enemy.
- Women?
- Feminism.
- I really couldn't say.
[man grunts]
[Joan clears throat]
- Do you wanna get fucked?
[Joan chuckles]
What?
Did I say something funny?
- Yeah.
- Well, what do you want?
- I want you to hit me.
If you wanna fuck me,
you've gotta hit me.
- Is that the best you've got?
- Where are you going?
- I'll see you later.
- What the fuck are you
waiting for, you prick?
Are you a fucking faggot?
What's wrong with you?
Are you a little
gay mummies boy?
I said hit me.
Come on, hit me.
- Put your hands
against the wall.
- Put on a condom.
- Shut up.
[Joan moans]
[tense music]
- Yeah.
Yes.
- [Joan] Come on,
you fucking asshole.
Come on!
Fuck me.
This is all you've got?
Come on.
[man breathes heavily]
[tense ambient music]
- Mads. Can we have a chat?
- That was Atheist
just now on the phone.
- Yes?
- And...
What can I say?
I really appreciate the
work you put into this.
You should know that I don't
have anything to do with this.
But it's out of my hands.
It's just in these times.
- What's going on?
- Atheist...
They're freaking out,
which means I need
to pull you off
the project, Mads.
You're really skilled
and a great talent
so I'm sure you'll
land on your feet.
- Lars, what are
you talking about?
- Do you know a woman
called Joan Deray?
[Joan breathes heavily]
[Joan gargling]
- What the fuck
are you looking at?
Can I have another
one for the road?
[engine rumbling]
I need to go to a hospital.
[sirens wailing]
Hi, I need to see a doctor.
- Do you have a CPR number?
- A what?
- Okay, you need to fill out
this form and take a number.
- Do you have a phone charger?
- No, we don't have a phone
charger, but you can take a seat
[phone ringing]
Shadows play in the light
that keeps the dark out
- Ms. Deray.
I'm Dr. Anna Larson.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
- Anna Larson.
- That's right.
[Joan chuckles]
- Okay.
So you wrote that your
most recent sexual activity
took place today with
multiple partners.
Were these partners
known to you before?
- No.
- Do you wish to file a
report with the activity,
with the police?
- I don't want to file a report.
- Okay.
Now please confirm your consent
to a gynecological examination.
- Yes.
- Results of the examination,
including DNA evidence,
can be kept filed for
three months if you wish.
- No, just get rid of it.
- Okay.
- So now I'm going to
ask you some questions
about your medical history.
Have you ever had any
sexually transmitted diseases?
- No.
- And how often are
you sexually active?
- I don't know.
It depends.
- Have you ever had an abortion?
- Yes.
- How many have you had?
- Six.
Yeah.
- Okay.
So now I'm going to conduct
the gynecological examination.
If you could please lie down.
Thank you.
[cellphone vibrating]
- Hello?
- [Man] Hi, is this Mads?
- Yeah.
- [Man] I saw your advert.
So you like to suck some cock?
- What?
Who is this?
- [Man] I'm just
responding to your advert.
- Fuck off.
- [Man] Pricktease.
[cellphone chimes]
"Come home for dinner."
[door opens]
- Hi.
- Hi.
What a nice surprise.
- Would you like some wine?
- Very much.
Hi.
- Hi.
- So to what do I
owe this pleasure?
- I lost the client.
- Oh well, we can talk about it.
I'll just take a quick shower.
- Yeah.
- I'll take the
wine. I'll be quick.
- Mmm.
So nice, sweetie.
[gentle music]
- Erm.
So I have something to tell you.
[Anna clears throat]
- What is it?
- I slept with a
woman in London.
- So what now?
- Nothing. I just
wanted to tell you.
- Why?
- Because she called
the client in London
and told them I raped her.
[gentle music continues]
[door buzzing]
No, I better get it.
Hello.
[door buzzing]
[door opens]
[gentle music]
[door closes]
- Who was it?
- Nobody was there.
- So that's what
happened with your job?
[Anna chuckles]
- And now I'm getting calls
from wankers the whole time.
- Why?
- I think she made an advert
on the internet with my number.
[Anna laughs]
[both laugh]
[door opens, closes]
- Joan, was Copenhagen okay?
- It was fucking shit.
- Joan.
Joan.
[Joan sobs]
[Joan screams]
[Joan screams]
[cellphone chimes]
[water pattering]
[cellphone vibrates]
"Rasha Haddad invited you to her
event: "Finissage: My Life in t..."
[tense music]
- Do you have a cigarette?
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music]
[logo whooshing]
[logo buzzing]
[tense music]
[tense upbeat music]
[indistinct chattering]
- [Rasha] It was terrible.
You know, I started getting
all this mail and comments.
- [Man] Because it was
posted on Facebook?
- Yes.
About two years later.
- [Man] Who was it?
- I don't know, I
never found out.
- [Man] Well it's a fantastic
exhibition, isn't it?
- [Woman] I think it was
really great what she did.
- [Man 2] Great.
Well maybe, it's also
a bit of a cliche.
Taking off her clothes, what
did she think would happen?
- [Woman] What? Ugh.
I can't talk to you.
- Excuse me, but do
you have a cigarette?
- The start of so many stories.
- Thanks.
- Not a problem.
- So what do you
think of the show?
- Predictable.
- The show or my question?
Oh, thanks.
- De rien.
- So, are you an artist?
- Hi Mads.
- Oh my god.
- Great you could make it!
- It's nothing.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm over for work.
- Wow, great.
- How do you two
know each other?
- We met in Coffee
at Brick lane right?
- Yeah, four years ago, right?
- You don't live in London?
- I live in Copenhagen.
What a fantastic show.
- [Rasha] Do you like it?
Thanks, that's so nice to hear.
- [Mads] Yeah, I thought
it was terrific really.
- Thanks, that's so sweet.
So have you two met?
- But without the
formal pleasure.
- Mads, Joan, Joan, Mads.
- She just gave me a cigarette.
- Beware of smoking women.
- Always.
- [Speaker] Hey Rasha, come.
- [Rasha] Excuse me.
- So what brings
you to London Mads?
- Business meetings.
- Business? What
kind of business?
- [Mads] You'll laugh.
- I never laugh.
- Okay, I work in social media.
- Mm, how so?
- Targeted promotions,
corporate identity
and Facebook pages.
- Mm, fascinating.
- Well, what do you do?
- I'm an editor.
- What kind of editor?
- A vicious one.
- Okay guys, they're going to
Nakh Bakas in a few moments
so drink up and come to the pub.
[upbeat music]
- This is a kind of zombie pub.
- Yeah, pubs in London
are often quite joyless.
- It's carefully cultivated.
Joy isn't allowed.
Tell me something you wrote.
- In the baths of serenity,
all difference dissolves.
- Is that a poem?
- It's a slogan for a
brand of a bubble bath.
I didn't use that one.
- Moving.
- Is that a joint?
London looks so different.
- [Joan] It's the boom.
- [Mads] Why do they build
such terrible buildings here?
- To oppress us.
You see that?
- I love that.
- Yeah.
Hidden city.
- So what are these
things that you edit?
- Various items.
Newsletters for one,
anthropological investigations.
- And you publish them?
- When the mood takes me.
- Hmm.
- What about you?
- You mean artistically?
- Yeah.
- I'm a failed poet.
- Failure for poets is success.
- I guess there's no
success like failure.
- Tell me a poem.
- Okay.
- I'm waiting.
- Yeah.
[Mads clears throat]
Okay.
Look me in the eye was engine
many times before will
be again connected
perfectly in fact,
across the silence
of their separation
as if this routine
had a soundtrack
and I'm a silhouette and you're
a synapse firing in space.
- Not bad.
- Where can I find your stuff?
- On the net.
Joanderay.com.
- Oh, very professional.
- Hashtag.
[door opens]
So this is where they store you.
[door closes]
Nice.
Very clean and postmodern.
- Business comfort in
the capital of Europe.
- Is that another one of yours?
- An unknown colleague.
- Anonymous.
Sexy.
Like you.
- Listen, before we have sex.
- Don't have sex with me.
- I need to tell you
that I have a girlfriend.
[Joan scoffs]
[Joan chuckles]
- How nice of you to tell me.
- When was I
supposed to tell you?
- I don't know, before.
- Before what?
- Earlier.
- Earlier when?
Listen, we don't
have to do anything,
but we can if you want.
- What if I don't want to?
- Mm, that's not
a problem either.
- What about your girlfriend?
- What about her?
- Doesn't she care?
- We have an open relationship.
- Oh really?
- Yes, we're progressive.
- That's not funny.
- It's a little funny.
- You brought me here.
- I didn't force you.
- Under false pretenses.
- You said that you wanted
to see my hotel room.
- Yeah, but I obviously didn't
wanna see your hotel room.
- And how am I
supposed to know that?
- Are you retarded?
- So I have to tell you,
what else should I do?
- You could have told me before.
- I didn't know that
we will be here before.
What was I supposed to say?
Hi, my name is Mads,
I have a girlfriend?
- Can you smoke in here?
- Out the window.
Confusing times.
- Are you confused?
- Isn't everybody?
- Not me.
- No?
- Nope.
I'm just myself.
- And who's that?
- [Joan] It's who you are
and what you stop
believing about yourself
doesn't go away.
- I don't quite follow.
- It's what you talk about
to avoid talking about.
Do you know what I mean?
It's...
Nevermind.
[cellphone chimes]
- Hey.
[Joan humming]
Hey.
Good morning.
- Did you want me to leave?
- Oh, you can stay.
- Really?
- Yeah, we can get breakfast.
I just have to
catch a plane later.
- Almost like
you're a gentleman.
- Let me just take
a shower first.
[water pattering]
"Hope all is good in London.
Looking forward to seeing you later - a xx"
[water pattering]
[camera clicks]
Hey.
- Do you mind?
It's just for my
private collection.
- Just don't put it online.
- Of course not.
What do you take me for.
Do you mind if I join you?
- Sure.
- Too much?
- No, it's fine.
- Steamy.
- Which way?
- That way.
- You're like a child.
- I'm exactly like a child.
- Where do you live?
- Holburn.
- Central?
- Very.
- Is it expensive?
- Well, I live with my parents.
- And what do they do?
- Mainly, they're dicks.
- Dicks?
- No, not really.
They're just boomers.
- I've seen that meme.
- It's like they
never really grew up.
- Your parents?
- Everyone's, they
were brainwashed by
watching too much TV.
- Yeah.
And now it's now our turn.
- Yeah except now it's
Facehook, Instascam and Shitter.
- So why were you
together for so long
if you didn't like him?
- I don't know really.
I guess I kind of
got used to it.
- Inertia?
- Yeah, but I don't think I was
ever really in love with him
- Never?
- I don't think he ever
really got me, my weird side.
Like you, my dear.
- Right.
- What about your
girlfriend then?
- Anna?
- Mm.
- She's compassionate and
she's also good for me.
- But she doesn't
get you either.
- Well, we come from
different worlds.
- What does she do?
- She's a doctor.
- Mommy GF.
- What?
- People have stupid
ideas about women.
- Do they?
- Mh-hm.
- Who does?
- Everyone.
About what women want.
Men especially.
- And what do women want?
- They don't want pussies.
Why do you think
some things happen?
- What do you mean?
In a mystical kind of way?
- No, just like why
some things happen
and some things don't.
- Random chaos.
- Yeah, but it's
not all chaos is it?
Like, why do you think nothing
happened with that girl?
- Who?
- The girl that you
took to the monument.
My precursor.
- She wasn't your precursor.
- Oh, I forgot.
I'm unique.
How old is Anna?
- 33.
- Have you previously
been in a relationship
with an older lady?
- Yeah, my first girlfriend.
- Mm, why didn't that work out?
- I don't know.
Some things just don't work out.
- You do know though.
- What do you think
about relationships?
What kind of relationship
is it possible for two
individuals to have?
- What do you mean?
- There are many kinds
of relationships.
You have business relationships.
You have social relationships.
- Except that when you're
in a sexual relationship
with someone,
it's like being in 10
relationships with 'em at once.
I came here with Gino.
- With Gino?
- Yeah.
He was in hospital.
It was just before he died.
- What did he die of?
- Bowel cancer.
- Oh Jesus.
- Yeah.
I remember I came to
take him out for a walk
and he threw his colostomy
bag over his arm like a cape.
- Wow.
- I thought it was one of
the most dashing things
I've ever seen.
- Was he important to you?
- Yeah, he published
my first book.
- You wrote a book?
- I wrote a couple.
- I thought you said
you were an editor.
- Yeah.
- So you are a writer?
- I do all sorts of things.
- Hmm.
- So what does your
girlfriend make of all this?
Does she see other people?
- She has before.
I mean, it also has to do
with how we got together.
- And how was that?
- Casually.
- And now?
- I don't think so.
But to be honest, I
don't really ask her.
- So how together are you?
Tell me another poem.
- Swallow me, I will
live inside your belly.
Floating in a sea
of just because
repeat this sentence after me
all I wanted was.
[traffic rumbling]
So, we are back here.
- Time is a flat circle.
- I've heard that
before somewhere.
- Yeah, it's from the internet.
- Right.
So I guess this is it.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.
I mean,
you are one of the
most interesting
people I've encountered
for a while.
- I'm glad I entertained you.
- You want to swap
numbers or Facebook?
Maybe we could meet next
time I come to London.
Or you could visit
Copenhagen sometime.
- Yeah, I'd like that.
Joan Deray.
- Until next time then.
[horn honks]
[tense ambient music]
[cellphone chimes]
"Joan Deray has sent
you a friend request."
"Confirm"
"Friends"
[door opens]
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
Come.
[door closes]
- How was the trip?
- It was fine.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- What are we having?
- We're having Spaghetti
alla Putanesca.
- Mmm.
- Have a taste.
- It's good.
How was Kirkegaard?
- He was so good. We went
for a long walk today.
[cellphone chimes]
Who is it?
- The internet.
[knock on door]
- [Woman] Joan, do you
want to watch "Quiz Time?"
- I'm working here.
[soft music]
- Mmm.
It tastes great.
- Tell me about London.
You never replied to my message.
- My phone died.
But you know what it's like.
- What is it like?
- It's like a drug.
- Then it's a bit strange
you didn't check it.
[Mads chuckles]
- Do you have any, by the way?
- You mean weed? I
thought you quit.
- I had a mini relapse.
- In London?
- Hmm.
- I thought they all just
did cocaine over there.
- I believe this is just a myth.
- I don't have any.
And anyway, I'm on call later.
- When?
- In a couple of hours.
- Hmm.
- You know that thing we
talked about the other day.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yes, what were
you going to say?
[cellphone chimes]
- Who is that?
- Just someone on Facebook.
[Anna scoffs]
I'll turn it off.
- Thank you.
[paper rustling]
[cellphone chimes]
- I'm going out.
- [Woman] Where are you going?
- Out, out, I'm just going out.
- Joan's got a booty call.
- I do not have a booty call.
- She does, you can tell.
- [Joan] I wish I
had a booty call.
- Don't be vulgar.
- It's ironic.
- Apartheid.
[upbeat music]
- Ms. Joan Deray.
- The one and only.
- Thanks for coming out.
- It's okay.
I was just Facebook
stalking my new boyfriend.
- Who's your new boyfriend?
- Mads.
Mads by name, Mads by nature.
No, he's not actually mad.
He's actually quite normal.
He's Danish.
- And he's your boyfriend?
- Yeah, the only problem
is he lives in Copenhagen.
So what are you doing in London?
- Flying the coop.
- A relationship needs to
move forward or it sinks.
- But why does it
have to keep moving
in a specific direction?
- Biology. Time.
- Time doesn't say we have
to make a bourgeois family.
- Time says I must
find a suitable mate
before I become
reproductively obsolete.
- Time says the sun,
the planets and the
universe will disintegrate
into pure zero.
- Exactly, Mads.
- What happened?
- Grew apart.
- So what's your plan?
- I don't know,
what's your plan?
- I told you.
- Yeah, Mads from Norway.
Do you know where I
can get some coke?
- Denmark and yeah, probably.
- Should we get some?
I've got some money.
- Where are you staying?
- I was about to ask.
- I'm living with my parents.
- Just for tonight,
and then we can spend
the hotel money on coke.
- You're incorrigible.
[bell dings]
- [Bartender] Last orders.
- Shall we get one
more round then?
- Do you really
want another one?
- I want a baby, Mads.
- Yes, I hear you.
- Every time I see my
parents they ask when
I'm going to have a baby.
- I just told you
I'll think about it.
What do you want to do now?
- Go in and fuck.
[door opens]
- Only if it's okay, though.
- Yeah, it's fine.
- Should we get some vodka?
- Yeah.
[lips smacking]
- Where are you going?
- [Anna] To the hospital.
- Oh.
[Mads sighs]
- Okay, take off
your shoes, hurry.
[Joan chuckles]
Shush.
Fuck!
[stairs creaking]
[toilet flushes]
Make yourself at home.
- Yeah, thanks.
God Joan, you're obsessed.
- I'm sorry for having a life.
- A life?
I feel like I need
to get fucked.
- Carrie.
- [Carrie] Mh-hm.
- [Joan] Strike a pose.
- You sending my nudes
to your boyfriend?
- You love it.
Mads is taking me to Copenhagen.
- Coping mechanism.
- Fuck you.
Fuck you.
- I'm kidding, Joan.
I'm just kidding.
- You can talk.
- I'm an aesthete.
- Is that what you call it?
- Hmm.
Perfectly comfortable with
my choice of lifestyle.
- Really?
- In the future, we
will all be insane.
[birds chirping]
[dog panting]
"Update on the Atheist brief.
Can you stop by the office ASAP - L"
"Missed call"
[Mads sighs]
[water pattering]
[Mads groans]
- There was something
twisted in his thinking,
don't you think?
- Yes, but it's true
what he explained
about serotonin
and communication.
- Is it?
- Yes, about the way
electronic language
short circuits people's
reward receptors,
which then affects
the rest of life.
- What are you talking about?
- Social media.
- Mental illness.
- I think I've read that book.
- Mads. Sorry for the wait.
- It's fine.
- Come over.
- Thanks.
- Welcome back.
- Thanks.
- London. How was it?
- Big.
- A big shithole, huh?
Anyway, I've just been
chatting with Atheist.
- What did they say?
- We're in.
[both laugh]
Good work, Mads.
- Great.
- Which means we
need you to go back.
- Okay.
When?
- Early tomorrow
if that can work?
- Fantastic.
- Super.
[claps hands]
Any questions?
You can just ask Jens.
He's got all the details.
Great stuff, Mads.
Good luck.
- Thanks.
[traffic rumbling]
[camera shutters]
- Who are you, Nan Goldin?
- Man Deray.
You love it.
- I do, I can't deny it.
- [Speaker] I've been out
clubbing for five days straight
to do this research of
bringing these tunes
and I'm telling you, when I
looked myself in the mirror
when I woke up about
10 minutes ago,
I got exhausted just using
my eyes mate, for real.
Anyhow, any who.
So what have we
got for you today?
- [Carrie] Do you ever
get off that thing?
- [Joan] Okay, okay, okay.
I'm putting it away.
- I haven't seen
you in two years.
- What's two years?
- Two summers and two winters.
You should be paying
attention to me.
- You're such a narcissist.
- Says the queen of borderline.
- Hey.
- I'm just telling
it like it is.
[cellphone vibrates]
- Are you gonna get that?
- What's the point?
- Faithless generation,
unhappy life.
- So I guess this
is goodbye then.
I'll leave you to
your enterprise.
- Fly away to new adventures.
- Mesmerized.
- And Joan, take
care of yourself.
- Don't I always?
- Do you?
- More or less.
- [Bystander] Satan 2.0.
- Will you shut the fuck up?
- Never change Joan.
[door opens, closes]
[cellphone chimes]
[Mads sighs]
[cellphone chimes]
[cellphone chimes]
- You can carry on.
- Of this city, not one
stone will remain standing.
Not one stone.
- Mads?
Mads?
Wow. You haven't done
that for a while.
- Like a comet falls
in love with earth.
- Pretty.
Shall we go?
- Like a bullet makes an exit.
[door buzzing]
- Friends! Come in!
Just dump your coats on the bed.
- Sorry, is someone
sleeping in there?
[upbeat music]
- Are you okay?
- Are you sure?
- Dump your coats.
- Lucas.
- Yeah?
- Would you like to...?
- Yeah, yeah. Just a second.
[upbeat music]
[footsteps tapping]
[door opens, closes]
- Hi dad.
- Hi Joan.
- [Voice On TV] I'm
ready to go home.
- Where is everyone?
- The theater.
- Okay, cool.
- Joan?
[door opens, closes]
- No, it wasn't because
I could only think of him
but because of her.
- What are you talking about?
- Ah, Lucas.
- Can we hug?
May I hold you?
[door buzzing]
- Yeah, yeah.
- No, because by showing
it, you're promoting it.
- So we should only give
platforms to nice things?
- Sorry to interrupt.
Lukas says he has some ketamine.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- So, have you done this before?
- No.
- Yes.
- Yes?
- You want to go first?
[keypad typing]
[upbeat ambient music]
I'm a mess and I
don't know who to tell
Because I've gone from
good to bad so many times
My world is imploding
and I am not ready
It just hurts so
much to even say
- Let's go into the bedroom.
- Okay.
- I see stars.
- I have a role to play.
- Entities.
So pretty.
- They don't want
them to be different.
- Let's make a baby.
- A baby?
- Yeah.
Come on.
Can't you see?
- Wait.
[train rattling]
- Okay, so this is a story
about balance and control.
[cellphone chimes]
Hey.
- What? I'm just
pleased to see you.
- Yeah.
So how have you been?
- Feels like I just
saw you yesterday.
- Yeah.
Right, so where do
you wanna go today?
- That way.
- Yeah, your wish is my command.
I don't know, to be honest.
I have my doubts.
- About what?
- About what I'm doing.
My position in the vast machine.
- What is your position
in the vast machine?
- I don't really know.
Artisan, maybe peasant.
- Well, most people
are peasants.
Most of what people complain
about too, being peasants.
- How do you get out?
- You have to never be in.
- Too late.
- You could drop out.
- Ah, you just drop
into something else.
- I saw my friend, Carrie.
- How was she?
- She left her husband.
- Oh, why?
- She was bored.
Girls get bored.
Maybe we should try and
find a place to be inside.
- Let's walk for a bit.
- When do you leave?
- We have some time.
- You don't want to?
- Is that what you want?
- I don't care.
Why would I?
- I don't know.
About what?
- About whatever.
About whatever this was, which
I realize now is nothing.
- What do you mean?
- Isn't it?
- I thought we were friends.
- Friends?
- Aren't we though?
Well, what are we?
- Well, like I said.
- We can do whatever
we want, okay?
- So easy for you, isn't it?
- What is?
- Just whatever.
It's whatever it is
you do on social media.
- What are you talking about?
- You know perfectly well.
- Was I disrespectful?
- You're disrespecting
me right now.
- How?
- As a woman.
- Right, so?
- So what?
- You're not under
any obligation.
- I know that.
Why would you even say that?
Why don't we just
go to the desert?
Don't laugh.
Have you ever been?
- No.
- With the Bedouins,
we can just jump on a plane
and in a couple of hours
we're on a different planet.
- But we'll have to come back.
- Why?
- Because of our lives.
- What life?
You don't have a life.
- Right.
- Do you?
Aren't you just some
social media robot?
- You tell me.
- Do you wanna go to the
pub and fuck in the toilets?
- What?
- Come on.
- No.
- You're so gay.
- Right.
- Aren't you?
If you weren't
gay, you'd fuck me.
- Would I?
- Your testosterone
would make you.
- Great.
- You don't think that's true?
- Since when?
- I don't know.
I don't know what happened.
[traffic rumbling]
- I've gotta go back to
Copenhagen now, Joan.
- Do not pass, go.
Asshole.
- You don't even wanna
say goodbye in a good way?
- What difference does it make?
- I think there is a difference.
I really appreciated
meeting you.
- Well, you're half
gone already, basically.
- Well, that's up to you.
- Don't go yet.
- Well, I've gotta go soon.
- Okay, but just have one
more cigarette with me.
I don't know what I'm
doing to be honest.
What I'm doing wrong.
- It doesn't seem that way.
- I'm 35 and I'm
living with my parents.
- You're an artist.
- Yeah, a piss artist.
- That's something to be.
- Thanks Faceberg.
- Okay.
- Do you know how my
parents talk to me?
- How?
- You are selfish
and ungrateful.
You take us for granted
and you never clean up.
You're wasting your life.
You think the sun shines out
of every one of your orifices.
- Wow.
- I don't know why
I'm telling you this.
It's just giving you an example
of the kind of thing they say.
- It's cruel.
- They don't really
get me, you know?
They think it helps,
but it doesn't help.
- I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.
- I know.
Joan.
- What?
- You're not alone.
[footsteps approaching]
Can I help you?
- I was looking for Daniel.
- He moved out in April.
- Okay.
[door opens, closes]
Hi.
- Hey, welcome home.
- Thanks.
- How was London?
- Fine. I'm going to
take a quick shower.
- Okay.
- Did you have a
good day at work?
- It was fine. We
had a stabbing.
[cellphone chimes]
[water pattering]
[Mads groans]
- Was that nice?
- So nice.
- What do you want
to do tonight?
- Um, I don't know.
We can watch a
film, if you like?
- What do you want to see?
- Perhaps a thriller?
- Get some water.
I'll find something.
[keyboard clacking]
[water pouring]
- Have you seen
'Fatal Attraction'?
[cellphone chimes]
[tense music]
"Lives in NoHopenhagen"
"From Liarville"
[cellphone chimes]
[cellphone chimes]
[Mads sighs]
[tense music]
"BLOCK"
"Choose a problem to continue"
- Everything okay?
- Yeah.
Everything's fine.
[tense music]
[cellphone chimes]
[Mads exhales deeply]
- Fuck!
Dad, I need to borrow
your credit card.
- It's in my wallet.
Why?
- How come she gets to
borrow your credit card?
- Shut it.
[chattering on TV]
[cellphone ringing]
[Mads deeply exhales]
- Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
[airplane whooshing]
[flute music]
[uptempo music]
- Hi.
- How's it going, big guy?
[both laughing]
- It's going good.
- All cool?
- Yes, all is cool.
What are you talking about?
- [Lars] Mads.
Can you come in?
[phone ringing]
How did it go?
- I presented what
we talked about
the idea of creating more
engagement through their...
- Did they bite?
- It's hard to say. I
couldn't really tell, but...
[cellphone ringing]
"United Kingdom"
Sorry.
- So?
- I pitched the whole
concept for them....
[cellphone ringing]
- Do you need to take that?
- I'll call them back.
[cellphone vibrates]
I'm sorry for this.
- Hello?
- Hi.
- [Mads] Who is this?
- It's me, Joan.
- [Mads] Joan?
- I'm in Copenhagen.
- What?
What are you doing here?
- I thought you'd be pleased.
- Joan, do you remember
our last conversation?
- Yeah, but don't
worry about that.
- Did you delete that profile?
- Look, nobody knows
it's you apart from us.
- How would you like it if
the roles were reversed?
- I'd be thrilled.
- Please just delete it.
- Okay, okay, I'll do it.
So when are we gonna meet?
- I'm at work right now.
- No, I understand.
We don't need to meet
right now, obviously.
- Where are you staying?
- Well, I thought
I'd stay with you.
- Are you crazy?
I live with my girlfriend.
I thought we said
goodbye in London.
- What?
- I said goodbye,
we said goodbye.
- No, you said
come to Copenhagen.
- [Mads] When did I say that?
- You said it twice.
- I didn't mean like this.
- I need to see you.
- I don't think we
should see each other.
- How can you say that?
- What else can I say?
- Fuck you Mads.
- [Mads] What?
- Fuck you.
You lying cunt.
- What did I do?
- You know what you did.
- [Mads] What do you mean?
- You lied to me.
- [Mads] I never lied.
- Yes you did.
You know you did.
- Okay, I don't think this
is going anywhere good.
- Fucking prick.
- I'm gonna hang up now, okay?
I'm sorry.
I thought things were
clear between us.
- You're a fucking asshole.
- Goodbye Joan, I hope
you find some peace.
- Mads.
Mads.
Fuck.
[upbeat music]
[cellphone chimes]
- Fuck.
[cellphone chimes]
[pop music]
- Fuck!
Do you have a phone charger?
- No, I don't have
a phone charger.
[birds cawing]
[door opens, closes]
- Do you have a phone charger?
- What kind of charger?
No.
- Who do you want to call?
- There's something strange
in the neighborhood.
- Who are you guys?
The house band?
- Where are you from?
Dachau?
- London.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm visiting my
fucking boyfriend.
- Will you give her a drink?
- What kind of
drink do you want?
- A martini.
- We don't have that.
- He's not a fascist.
Well, not really.
- So what about this tweet?
- [Rula] Please consider
me an incompetent child
without any responsibility
for my actions.
The work of feminism
is almost done.
- What about it?
- He's right wing.
He's anti-feminist.
- But can't you
see this inability
to separate
aesthetic from ethic,
reality from fantasy,
what you think you want,
from what you really want.
- So where is your boyfriend?
- He's at work.
- What's his job?
- He's a fucking
faggot like you two.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
No?
- You've got a big
mouth for a little girl.
- My finest feature.
Don't laugh.
You couldn't handle it.
- You don't think so, princess?
- But that depends on how
you frame the situation.
If you start from that premise,
then of course you end
with that conclusion.
- What premise?
- That humans don't
somehow belong to nature.
- How much money do you have?
- How much money do you have?
- How much does he have?
- Okay, who wants to go first?
- Me.
- Do we fuck her, or what?
- Yeah.
But just let her
suck me off first.
- [Jens] What do
you think, Mads?
- What about?
- Man's eternal enemy.
- Women?
- Feminism.
- I really couldn't say.
[man grunts]
[Joan clears throat]
- Do you wanna get fucked?
[Joan chuckles]
What?
Did I say something funny?
- Yeah.
- Well, what do you want?
- I want you to hit me.
If you wanna fuck me,
you've gotta hit me.
- Is that the best you've got?
- Where are you going?
- I'll see you later.
- What the fuck are you
waiting for, you prick?
Are you a fucking faggot?
What's wrong with you?
Are you a little
gay mummies boy?
I said hit me.
Come on, hit me.
- Put your hands
against the wall.
- Put on a condom.
- Shut up.
[Joan moans]
[tense music]
- Yeah.
Yes.
- [Joan] Come on,
you fucking asshole.
Come on!
Fuck me.
This is all you've got?
Come on.
[man breathes heavily]
[tense ambient music]
- Mads. Can we have a chat?
- That was Atheist
just now on the phone.
- Yes?
- And...
What can I say?
I really appreciate the
work you put into this.
You should know that I don't
have anything to do with this.
But it's out of my hands.
It's just in these times.
- What's going on?
- Atheist...
They're freaking out,
which means I need
to pull you off
the project, Mads.
You're really skilled
and a great talent
so I'm sure you'll
land on your feet.
- Lars, what are
you talking about?
- Do you know a woman
called Joan Deray?
[Joan breathes heavily]
[Joan gargling]
- What the fuck
are you looking at?
Can I have another
one for the road?
[engine rumbling]
I need to go to a hospital.
[sirens wailing]
Hi, I need to see a doctor.
- Do you have a CPR number?
- A what?
- Okay, you need to fill out
this form and take a number.
- Do you have a phone charger?
- No, we don't have a phone
charger, but you can take a seat
[phone ringing]
Shadows play in the light
that keeps the dark out
- Ms. Deray.
I'm Dr. Anna Larson.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
- Anna Larson.
- That's right.
[Joan chuckles]
- Okay.
So you wrote that your
most recent sexual activity
took place today with
multiple partners.
Were these partners
known to you before?
- No.
- Do you wish to file a
report with the activity,
with the police?
- I don't want to file a report.
- Okay.
Now please confirm your consent
to a gynecological examination.
- Yes.
- Results of the examination,
including DNA evidence,
can be kept filed for
three months if you wish.
- No, just get rid of it.
- Okay.
- So now I'm going to
ask you some questions
about your medical history.
Have you ever had any
sexually transmitted diseases?
- No.
- And how often are
you sexually active?
- I don't know.
It depends.
- Have you ever had an abortion?
- Yes.
- How many have you had?
- Six.
Yeah.
- Okay.
So now I'm going to conduct
the gynecological examination.
If you could please lie down.
Thank you.
[cellphone vibrating]
- Hello?
- [Man] Hi, is this Mads?
- Yeah.
- [Man] I saw your advert.
So you like to suck some cock?
- What?
Who is this?
- [Man] I'm just
responding to your advert.
- Fuck off.
- [Man] Pricktease.
[cellphone chimes]
"Come home for dinner."
[door opens]
- Hi.
- Hi.
What a nice surprise.
- Would you like some wine?
- Very much.
Hi.
- Hi.
- So to what do I
owe this pleasure?
- I lost the client.
- Oh well, we can talk about it.
I'll just take a quick shower.
- Yeah.
- I'll take the
wine. I'll be quick.
- Mmm.
So nice, sweetie.
[gentle music]
- Erm.
So I have something to tell you.
[Anna clears throat]
- What is it?
- I slept with a
woman in London.
- So what now?
- Nothing. I just
wanted to tell you.
- Why?
- Because she called
the client in London
and told them I raped her.
[gentle music continues]
[door buzzing]
No, I better get it.
Hello.
[door buzzing]
[door opens]
[gentle music]
[door closes]
- Who was it?
- Nobody was there.
- So that's what
happened with your job?
[Anna chuckles]
- And now I'm getting calls
from wankers the whole time.
- Why?
- I think she made an advert
on the internet with my number.
[Anna laughs]
[both laugh]
[door opens, closes]
- Joan, was Copenhagen okay?
- It was fucking shit.
- Joan.
Joan.
[Joan sobs]
[Joan screams]
[Joan screams]
[cellphone chimes]
[water pattering]
[cellphone vibrates]
"Rasha Haddad invited you to her
event: "Finissage: My Life in t..."
[tense music]
- Do you have a cigarette?
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music]