A Copenhagen Love Story (2025)

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Happiness is right here.

400 steps up the steeple of Our Saviour's

Church with no panties on and with Emil.

Jesus, I'm in love with you!

And he just said he's in love with me.

Everybody's hoping

Never to be abandoned

Alone

When you reach out to me

I am always there

I think most of us long

to be entangled in other people's lives.

To belong to someone.

Someone who stays, when times are bad.

When everything turns sour and ugly.

Emil and I nearly didn't happen.

I didn't even notice him,

the first time I met him,

-Congrats on your book.

-Thanks.

-We are huge fans.

-Really?

My best friend, Gro, brought him along.

-Hi, Gro!

-Here you go.

-My favorite bubbly.

-Congrats.

Thanks, darling.

Huge congrats. I'm going to pop out again

-To charge the car.

-It's got power.

I want to try it.

We've just bought a Tesla.

-Right.

-Thanks.

Mia, meet Emil.

He's our upstairs neighbor.

Hi. Mia.

-Congratulations.

-Thanks!

Emil needed to get out.

Divorced. Lacking in vitamin D, right?

Exactly. On the brink of scurvy.

-Scurvy?

-Yeah. It's an odd old word.

That's how I thought of him too.

"Odd and old."

Dear Mia, Tour de Force is here.

The story about Rebecca

and her struggles with love.

I love being your editor

and am honored also to be your friend.

Come on up here.

Come on!

"Rebecca knew how to be in love."

"She knew how to be a dream, a fantasy,

but she didn't know

how to be someone's girlfriend."

"Once again, she had fallen for

an immature man with commitment issues."

"He didn't have to say anything.

She could hear him think."

"'Let me get away from

that crazy and emotional desperado."

"So, back in the saddle, Rebecca.

Swipe, swipe, swipe."

No It's that song with Tessa. Come on.

Not again.

-Come on!

-Wait.

I actually didn't notice Emil.

I mostly saw this guy.

Do you want to come home with me

and hear some red wine

or listen to records

and drink some red wine?

I've got school tomorrow.

-You're in college?

-No, I'm in high school.

I'm a sophomore. At Rysensteen.

Some might say that. But not me.

No way, Jos.

I would still be screwing teenagers,

had Gro not insisted

Meet him for coffee, for God's sake!

He's sweet and decent,

and you fascinate him.

-What's wrong with him?

-Nothing.

Wouldn't it be fun

to try an adult for a change?

And stop saying that he's too old!

You're the same age.

-So I became an archaeologist instead.

-Really? That's crazy.

So you go digging in Egypt

with a tiny spoon?

No, I don't do that.

It's more like computer glasses

and spreadsheets at the Glyptotek Museum.

I'm the exhibition director.

-I've read your book.

-Okay?

-Yeah.

-That was fast.

Well, I have plenty of time,

when I don't have the kids

Oh no! He's got kids!

-Gro did mention my kids, right?

-Nope.

-She didn't. But it's f

-Don't worry. I won't whip out the photos.

That's the spot I had in mind.

Okay. That's a nice spot.

Do you create Rebecca

based on your own experiences?

I borrow from my own life,

fictionalize it and

-Then it just evolves.

-That sounds cool.

-I'm not even on IG, so I'm more private.

-Okay.

sh*t!

What?

-Can I just

-What's up?

-Can I hide here for a second, please?

-Sure

I dated the guy with the bike

for six months.

Okay.

Is he dangerous?

I think he's spotted you.

He's stopped now.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Would you tell the woman trying to hide

I'd like my Prince album?

Hi, Jeppe.

Sorry about your album.

I'll send it to you.

Is that all you have to say?

What do you want me to say?

"Sorry, I just left you like that," maybe?

-Good luck with her.

-Stop it, Jeppe!

-Thanks.

-I told you, you'll get your album back.

-Forget it. I've got Spotify.

-But

-I'm sorry you had to see that.

-Don't be. It was a wonderful moment.

I have a knack for picking the idiots.

-Do you want me to beat him up?

-Yes!

-I'll do that then.

-No

Anyway, I wanted to say

that your book is really funny.

And I love the way

you question the structures.

I like your humorous approach.

Say that again.

-What?

-Structures.

Structures.

Your mouth looks sexy

when you say "structures."

I get that a lot.

That's why I slip it into conversation.

Structures.

He was sweet, intelligent and mature,

but I'd still be ditching him anyway.

-He's got two kids!

-All right.

Isn't that pretty settled? Is that cool?

I talked to my brother and his boyfriend,

who have an actual relationship.

So what if he's got kids?

-People have kids.

-Right.

We don't, but I mean,

people have kids, Mia.

-We're probably just very different.

-So are we.

It took me three years

to get your brother's humor.

"Oh, you're being ironic now

and not callous."

I'm glad you think so.

But for once it's someone, we'd like

to have a glass of red wine with.

Remember that freshman

-He was a college freshman!

-No!

-That guy with the band and daddy issues.

-And threw up all over my kilim rug.

And drank my expensive Christmas Barolo

from the ministry.

-Stop!

-It was expensive.

You f*cked in the bathroom! No!

-What?

-Sorry!

-No, he can't cope!

-I want to hear this. What?

I've hot-cycled all the towels.

-Great.

-Don't worry about it.

-That was supposed to be a secret.

-I've got it.

-I'll find a younger guy.

-No

-Here's to a younger guy.

-No!

-I was being ironic, honey.

-Good! Cheers.

And then I finally landed in my thirties

and decided to give

"odd and old" a chance.

What are you doing?

-Can't you tell? It's a napkin flower.

-It's pretty.

-Thanks.

-Where did you learn to do that?

I took an origami course.

Three months in Kyoto.

I lie. I got it off YouTube.

-You're silly.

-I don't think so.

You have a lovely laugh.

Thanks.

It's for you.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Right!

No!

No! You're awesome!

Don't stop.

Sorry, I've got to get it.

It's Katrine's ringtone.

-What?

-It might be important. I'll just

Hey, what's up?

Now?

Right, bye.

They're on their way up.

-What? Who?

-Felix and Selma.

I'm really crazy about you,

but it might be a bit too soon

for them to meet you.

-I think you

-Yes, of course.

-Could we Yes!

-Right

-What else?

-My pants.

Here they are!

Goddammit.

Right. No, no! The kitchen stairs.

Dad!

Dad?

Okay!

-Did you have a nice day?

-I've got a bogey.

On your finger? That's great!

Wash your hands.

I'll get you some lemonade.

-But, Dad?

-Yeah?

Selma says, Brother is a name.

No g*dd*mn way, right?

Yes. Mind your language.

Sis is a name too.

It means sister.

-Yeah

-This is for you.

That's so weird.

-Dad, whose toothbrush is this?

-Yeah, whose toothbrush is it?

Good question.

It's someone called Mia's toothbrush.

Why didn't she take it with her

when she left?

That's a good question.

-Dad, you're smiling.

-Yes!

-You're weird.

-Yes, I'm a bit weird.

It's just because Mia makes me very happy.

Did Mom give you a good beating at hers?

Or do I have to do it every time?

No

Don't get annoyed, all right? I can

just smell that it's tested as the best.

-When I read it

-Hi!

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Hello?

-How nice.

-Did you use the backdoor?

-Hi, honey.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Yeah

-Good morning.

Good morning. Were you upstairs, you sl*t?

-I was.

-Do you want coffee?

-Yes, please.

-Thanks.

-Tell me.

-I like him more and more.

-I told you so.

-And the sex is really good.

-Hallelujah, sister.

-I'm not surprised.

We're all f*ck in this building.

He's genetically predisposed.

Isn't that right?

-Are you a little f*ck?

-Stop it!

-Can you say f*ck?

-Of course not!

-f*ck.

-Yay!

Cut it out.

So, you'll be a bonus mom.

-"Cardboard mom."

-Steady on.

"Plastic mom"? What's the name for it?

-I don't know.

-Well.

I have to meet them first,

and then we'll see, I guess.

God!

That's crazy!

It's either the evil stepmom

or the sweet governess, right?

That's your choice.

Heavy stereotypes.

Then I'll opt

for the sweet one of them for sure.

The do-gooder, who sings with the kids.

From that movie.

-No, with the umbrella and the bag.

-Right!

That's me.

Everybody likes her.

Could that be a book?

The bonus mom whom everybody likes?

It's juicy. And a lot of people are just

It's their reality, right?

"Your, mine, our children."

A huge readership.

Rikke!

I haven't even met them, and you're

turning it into a business deal!

-Is it too much?

-No.

Are you nervous?

-Let's go in.

-Can't wait.

Me too.

Sadly, they're hiding,

so I don't know where they are.

Oh dear.

-Yeah.

-What a shame.

Yeah.

Because I have these giant chocolate bars.

Felix, giant chocolate bars! Open!

Hi, guys.

This is Mia.

I'm so excited to meet you.

These are for you.

But I can't remember

if you even like chocolate.

We do, Dad.

Would you like to show me your room?

I know how to juggle three ba*ls.

You do?

-What?

-Just like a clown.

-Really?

-Can I try on your shoes?

Sure. I'm sure they'll really suit you.

Our room's in here.

Dad told us to tidy up before you came.

They look great on you.

See you, Mia.

See you.

-Bye.

-Go and meet Mom. I'm coming.

That went really well.

Back in two.

Can I ask you something?

Have you decided

not to have more kids, or

No

-Okay.

-I don't think I have.

Why?

It's just that I'd like

to have a baby at some point.

With you.

I'm glad to hear that.

Let's make a baby?

9 MONTHS LATER

-Want me to braid your hair?

-My tights are itchy!

Stop thinking about it.

Felix! Did you pack your bag?

We're leaving.

-What day is it?

-It's Wednesday.

-Wednesday?

-Yeah.

f*ck! What about his gym clothes?

I don't think they're clean. sh*t!

Felix, give me my phone.

Thanks. Go pack your school bag.

Why does she call it "gym clothes"?

It's called "PE kit"?

Because we're old.

In the old days, it was "gym clothes."

Dad!

-Honey, did you find them?

-Yes.

-Then bring them please.

-Right.

f*ck!

-Come on, Dad!

-Coming.

I'm grabbing the gym

So

I think we should get help.

Yeah. Let's do that.

Are you okay?

I'm worried that I'm the problem.

Emil already has two kids,

so we know that it isn't him.

That's why we were so pleased

you could see us.

Public health services take forever

You know what?

Everything looks just fine.

-Really?

-Yes.

You can get up and get dressed.

Thank you.

Right.

Wow!

This place is big.

-I'm sorry we were a chair short.

-No worries.

We're actually already done.

-Right.

-Yes.

-Oh?

-Everything looks just fine.

-Yes. Just fine.

-Great!

Mia, I've uploaded a couple of

prescriptions on the server for you.

Some tablets to help your eggs mature.

You'll need an ultrasound scan,

and then we'll figure out

when to start you on Ovitrelle

to trigger ovulation.

Right.

36 hours later,

we'll inseminate you with Emil's sperm.

-Right.

-And then

You'll need suppositories to strengthen

your vaginal mucus membrane.

Okay? That's it.

-Great!

-Great! Yeah

-It'll be fine. Don't worry.

-Yeah.

-We can't wait.

-Yes

Yeah.

She's a giant sun

shining on the entire family.

She's a f*cking Messiah spreading

light and joy on everyone around her.

She's the Savior.

The bonus mom sent from above.

She cares for two kids.

Two kids, I didn't give birth to

I love them. But I didn't give birth

BONUS MOM - A COMEDY

TWO KIDS I LOVE THEM,

BUT DIDN'T GIVE BIRTH TO

Honey?

Emil, honey. You fell asleep.

Come on.

I don't understand why it takes you

so long to tuck them in every night.

No.

They said 36 hours before.

-Honey, 35 or 36 I'm sure it's fine?

-How should I know?

No.

So this one should be turned to Hang on

This way.

-Yes.

-To

Whoops. That's not good.

There's an air bubble.

That's dangerous, right?

The nurse explained that, remember?

-Is it supposed to be there?

-I don't know.

A small one's not dangerous.

Okay, it's a small one.

-Yes. Just do it.

-Right. Okay.

Okay.

-One, two, three, four, five.

-One, two three, four, five.

That's it!

Didn't it hurt?

Nope. It wasn't that bad.

I've got an idea.

Is this big enough

for your sperm fireworks?

You can step down now.

-Right. But

-You can sit up now.

Won't it run out?

-You can sit up. Don't worry.

-Okay.

Thanks.

There you go.

Hey.

I had to go to the second floor this time.

We've already performed the insemination.

Okay?

Yes.

Well, great. So the sperm's in there.

-How did it go?

-It's hard to say yet.

Let's hope that's all it takes.

The sperm sample wasn't too bad.

-What does that mean?

-It contained nine million sperm cells.

-Okay!

-Great.

The average is 15 million.

Right. I have two kids already.

But men's sperm quality

may deteriorate with age.

-Not many are aware of that.

-So it's just

Mia, you'll get a new prescription.

Honey!

-He said nine million was fine, okay?

-That's not quite what he said.

Emil, wait a minute.

I just need to put the chair back

where I found it.

Shut the door!

Honey

-This place is a freaking maze!

-Hey, hey.

There may only be nine million,

but I love all of them.

Okay? And they were just ejected

into me at exactly the right time.

It'll be fine.

It's nice here.

Are you okay in there?

Yes

I hope it's consensual?

Yes! Hell yeah!

-Thanks for asking.

-Good to know.

-Knock yourselves out!

-Thanks!

-Was that Anne Marie Helger?

-Yes, I think so.

-Go faster!

-Wait for me!

Careful, don't fall.

Especially you, Felix.

-Especially you, Felix.

-Viggo!

Hey, honey?

I feel nauseous.

-How annoying.

-No! I feel nauseous!

-Really?

-And my boobs are sore.

These?

-Let's go home and pamper you.

-No!

Yes! I hate these forced get-togethers.

-I want to meet the other parents.

-Why? That's so weird!

Come! We're about to start, so come on in.

-We're coming!

-Coming.

That's Oscar's mom.

She'll recruit you for all kinds

of committees, you don't want to be on.

Come on.

Who are you?

I'm Selma and Felix' bonus mom.

-I'm Oscar.

-Really?

Hi! Let me start by saying

that it's important

we don't just sit

with the same people every time.

And I'd like to mention

that I still need volunteers

for the Halloween

party committee this fall.

Now, let's dig into the lovely buffet!

Hi.

Hi!

-Do you want chocolate marshmallows?

-I want some!

-Stop.

-No.

I told you how important it is

for us to remember to talk

to everyone in the parent cohort.

That way the children also

remember that they don't

Everybody should be included.

-Perhaps we could organize it a bit?

-Yes.

Make a little spreadsheet?

-Would you like a glass?

-No, thanks.

I see.

-Are you expecting?

-It's very early days

-Exciting! Congratulations!

-Thanks.

-Oscar's mom?

-Yes?

-I'd like to help the party committee.

-That's great! Thank you!

I really have to go now!

I'm ready.

Here you are.

Okay

There you go.

Did you sleep well?

-I think the underfloor heating's off.

-Honey. Let's just

Right, sorry.

Oh, well.

It's okay.

Is it really okay?

Yeah, sure. I mean

-Yeah.

-Come.

Now we're adding lavender.

And inhale.

I read that Danish men's sperm count

has halved over the past 40 years.

Breathe in

What are Danish men doing wrong?

They drink beer with their laptops

resting directly on their ba*ls.

No. They say that the sperm quality

already deteriorates in the womb.

So the mothers are to blame. Naturally!

Sorry.

Pine.

Good for your lungs. And your digestion.

Here comes the heat. There you go.

Seriously, it's an epidemic.

A real threat to mankind.

Yes, or a solution to climate change.

That depends on your

We forgot again.

Please remember you need to be silent.

-Yeah

-Here comes the heat.

It's just so f*cked up.

I'm the one having

all the hormones and injections.

But the problem is Emil's sperm.

-Are you serious right now?

-Sorry!

It's just that counting back,

we had sex 12 hours ago, right?

The clinic said it would be best

if there's constantly sperm

in the uterus during ovulation.

We f*ck constantly.

My d*ck hurts. We f*cked twice yesterday

and once last night.

We f*ck a lot.

And we have to f*ck today

to hedge our bets.

Hedge our bets? That makes me horny.

-I love it when you talk dirty.

-It's not funny, Emil. It really isn't!

I always take the initiative.

The day's almost over.

What if I'm ovulating?

It's not almost over.

It's not even 2 p.m.!

-We can f*ck when we get home.

-They said "during the day"!

-Not in the afternoon!

-Stop. It's too much.

You're being hysterical.

Mia. Honey?

Honey, stop! What are you doing?

Why are you leaving?

If I'm hysterical,

why are we together in the first place?

Honey!

It was a stupid remark. I'm sorry.

I'm not hysterical.

I'm just worried

that all this hassle,

injections and bullshit will be wasted,

and we'll miss an ovulation,

just because we are tired of having sex.

Your sperm count had dropped

to only four million this time.

Yes, I remember my sperm count, Mia.

I hate how this is ruining our sex life.

I love our sex life.

Now I'm afraid

that I don't turn you on anymore.

Come on.

I'm worn thin.

Can I do anything?

Yeah. Okay, come on.

Kiss my neck.

Do you want to watch porn?

-Porn? No.

-No, okay. I just thought it might help.

Okay, or

We could try it.

-Yeah?

-Or Do you want to?

-Sure.

-Really?

Okay.

-"Horny stepmother."

-Bam!

Okay!

If I could just get this stocking off.

-Could we fast-forward it?

-Yes.

Get to where the action is.

Yes!

-All right!

-Whoa!

-I'll find something else.

-Please.

-Okay.

-Oh yes.

Do you watch porn?

One stumbles across it from time to time.

You stumble across PornTube?

Say that again.

What? PornTube?

Your mouth looks very sexy

when you say PornTube.

Really?

Wait a minute.

Okay.

f*ck.

f*ck, you're hot.

-I'm about to come. I'm coming!

-Yes!

You are wonderful! God, that hurts!

Up. Give me a hand.

Here you go.

We need to make a new plan.

We have to drink less wine

and eat more fish.

And you have to stop wearing

those tight boxers.

I'm getting acupuncture,

and so should you.

Sure. But could we

Honey. Let's go and sit down

for a bit and just

Let me just change the bag.

Okay.

-Let me help.

-No! And smoking at parties is a no-go.

-I've stopped.

-No, you haven't.

-When

-You smoked last weekend, right?

True. Honey, do it slowly.

The sperm count can improve

in just three months.

-You can actually do something about it.

-Honey

-Why are the bags so weird?

-I know. Sorry.

I thought they were the big ones.

They fit, but you have to do it slowly.

I have to relax and not worry so much!

My body obviously can't

Stress lodges in my body

Honey, you're tearing the bags.

Would you let me do it? Could I do it?

Go and change your shorts!

Yes. I'm on it.

That one is so broody.

She's sitting on nothing.

But because she thinks

she's sitting on eggs,

she doesn't lay any.

It'll go on like that forever

if you don't help them snap out of it.

Sometimes, you can put a bucket

over their heads to cure them.

A bucket? That sounds mean.

No. 24 hours,

and they're completely de-brooded.

Broody is a ridiculous word.

Simon is super broody. He told Vester

we're trying to make a baby sister.

-Really?

-Yeah. I don't know if I even want to.

Will you be taking responsibility

for your own kids soon?

Sure. Let's find some sticks

and make campfire bread?

-Yes.

-Yes!

Yay! Raw dough

and clothes reeking of bonfire.

Hey, Gro.

Do they serve wine at your workplace?

No, Rikke! This is a family playground.

Exactly! That's why

you need to have a stash.

You've been invited

to the Gothenburg Book Fair.

-For a reading and an interview on-stage.

-Great!

Perfect!

I really need some money.

Fertility treatment is really expensive.

Thanks for the draft.

Did you like it?

-You didn't like it.

-The question is, do you like it?

Such an annoying question, Rikke.

-I'm struggling with it.

-You're in the crap phase.

Nothing new there. You really stink!

Losing control stinks,

but you've to push through.

-You said I stink.

-Damn right!

You're right.

I can't get a handle on it,

and I'm so uninspired and

Bonus mom comedy

Remind me

why we thought it was a good idea.

It's not a bad idea!

-It doesn't feel like a comedy.

-Why does it have to be funny if it isn't?

I feel like the authenticity isn't there.

You're so annoying, when you're right!

Now, if my cold and wise editor

would just buzz off,

so I can hang out

with my nice friend, Rikke?

-Fine. Let's talk about my birthday!

-Sure.

Tell me, what you're going to wear.

No, shut up!

I'll be wearing a dream of a dress.

It's to die for.

We made it!

BONUS MOM - A DRAMA!

She's grateful that she liked

the children from the start.

Really liked them. And they liked her.

Yes! That's it!

Dad, I want the egg tray.

It felt natural to be with them.

Warm and nice.

-green paint?

-What?

-The green paint.

-We used it all.

The dark green? You don't want pink?

That one.

Selma, for Christ's sake!

-I needed some peace and quiet, okay?

-But I just wanted to show you my mask.

Yeah, but not right now, Selma.

-What's up?

-She didn't want to see it.

-What's going on?

-I'm just trying to work in peace.

-There are interruptions and noise.

-Okay.

I can't focus. It's stressing me out.

I'll try to keep them quiet,

but they're entitled to their space.

If you don't have a child,

are you then still a child yourself?

How about we postpone the test

until after Rikke's party on Saturday?

-Can you wait that long?

-Sure. We're happier when we're hoping.

We'll have more fun at the party.

We need a fun party.

We'll be happy,

if you do the test and you're pregnant.

Weren't you trying for a baby?

-Yes. We are.

-Okay. Right.

-We took a test this morning. Negative.

-sh*t! I'm so sorry.

That sucks.

-And how are you guys doing?

-We just f*ck like rabbits.

We're looking at a four-man tent.

It's a tent for the Tesla.

Once you start looking

at accessories for the Tesla

Sorry.

Whoa! What do I need to do

to get some privacy?

I just wanted to check in.

I can't even pee on my own.

I can't have a normal day at home

and just snuggle up and watch TV

without having kids all over the place,

because all of us have to share

the same f*cking sofa!

Could we get a bigger sofa?

Nope. Because it clashes

with Emil's very sophisticated aesthetics.

-We don't have room for a big sofa.

-Room?

We really don't.

What about me?

-What about you?

-Is there room for me in your fancy home?

Let's call it a night, honey, okay?

"Let's call it a night, honey, okay?"

Wow.

Let's call it "boring policeman Emil."

Cheese Emil. Ew.

I don't want to go home.

-Okay.

-I'm fine.

-Maybe splash some water on your face?

-No f*cking way!

Okay!

Are you leaving?

-You're so immature!

-I'm getting us a taxi.

Hey!

It's f*cking unfair that your sperm

worked with Katrine, but not with me!

Let's not talk about this,

when you're drunk! We're going home.

-No!

-Stop, please.

-You don't even want to talk to me!

-I do. Come on.

What's going on? Get a grip!

Don't tell me to get a grip!

Then don't.

-Let's get you home. Come on.

-No!

-Okay

-I don't want to go home!

-Why don't you want to go home?

-f*ck you!

Honey!

You're such a f*cking pain!

f*ck!

f*ck.

Good morning.

sh*t, I was wasted last night.

-I'll just

-Would you please sit?

I feel very sheepish.

And piggish.

Did you eat? I can make some toast.

-Or

-Can we just talk about

Yes, of course.

Sometimes, I feel like

I'm just an extra in your feelings

-I'm here too.

-Of course

Even if I don't always show my feelings.

-I know, honey. I'm sorry that

-Please let me say it.

Your anger is driving us a bit apart.

It feels like you nurture

the bad feelings all alone

instead of us talking about it

before it gets out of hand.

-It might be the kids

-Just answer it.

Hi, Katrine.

Oh, is it?

Happy Mother's Day.

Right. That's right.

-You're on speaker. Mehmet's here too.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Last night, something f*cking disastrous

happened with some random guy.

-What?

-Emil and I had a huge fight.

I was hammered,

and almost made out with some guy.

Okay. So, Mia

You say "almost." Penetration or not?

What's your name anyway?

The point is that I stopped it, right?

I didn't do it.

The old Mia would have done it.

-But I didn't! We only kissed.

-That's awesome, Mia.

-I have to tell Emil, right?

-Yeah, he'll be thrilled to hear it

No, no. Be quiet, Andreas.

Mia Deep breaths.

Don't do anything drastic.

It was a drunken mistake

with that random guy, right?

Yes! I love Emil.

I want to have a baby with him.

That's why he deserves my honesty.

No, honey! Don't tell the truth. Ever!

-Listen to us. We know.

-sh*t happens, all right?

And you just have to live with it.

With the guilt, shame and grief and

I just think I should tell him.

You just want to clear

your own guilty conscience.

Okay, listen for a sec.

You might want to think about

why you threw yourself at that guy.

Exactly!

What are you running away from?

-How did you guys get so wise?

-From our mistakes.

And I accidentally screwed

Christian from the Digital Agency.

But we talked it through in therapy,

because remember

I feel a quote from hell coming on.

So says Esther Perel. Which means

-It's going to be fine.

-Everything will be fine.

By the way, did we tell you,

we've found a different agency?

Still in Colombia, but with

a much wider selection of surrogates.

-Great.

-I know, right?

Super, right.

We had to remortgage massively to do it.

Tell me more about it later.

I'll keep my fingers crossed. Gotta go.

-I think she was really happy for us.

-Yeah.

I'm sorry.

What did you say?

-I'm sorry!

-No

I can't hear you.

You have to say it again.

What did you say?

Sorry, I was so stupid.

-I was stupid too.

-But I was worse.

Yes, you were.

Yes, you were.

Please don't get mad.

But

Yesterday, when I ran away from you

Yeah. Could we just agree

that you won't do that again?

I won't do it again.

I love you.

I love you.

Like crazy.

I love you more.

Should the boring policeman

sort out breakfast?

We could sit on our lovely sofa

and have some breakfast.

Or we could call it a night.

-You were such a pain!

-Don't say it!

-I've never seen anything like it!

-Don't say it!

-Well, Mia

-Could we wait for Emil?

Of course.

Ready.

Unfortunately, all three

insemination attempts failed,

so the next step is fertility treatment,

where we fertilize the egg

and then place it in the uterus.

So you'll have to endure

another hormone treatment,

which entails

an injection to prevent ovulation.

You may experience some discomfort.

Most women say that they do.

You can read this pamphlet.

You're doing it again.

-I'm sorry?

-You only address me.

Emil is here too, you know.

This happens every time.

I know my body is the arena

for this entire arrangement,

but perhaps we could

at least share the mental load.

-It doesn't matter.

-Yes, it does.

It's not right to treat the man

like some second-rate parent.

Gender equality starts right here as well,

in the system!

Right? You only look at me,

you only talk to me

with Emil trailing behind

with his sperm in a cup.

Look at him! Talk to him!

Give him some agency.

Give him a voice

and a f*cking chair to sit on!

How hard can it be?

Give the man a chair!

Why is there never a chair?

A chair would be nice.

Then I'll tell you, Emil,

that the new treatment probably

won't ease the mood swings.

THE GOTHENBURG BOOK FAIR

f*ck!

Why is Rebecca desperately

insisting on being an object?

Because it's all she's ever known.

The whole world looks

at the young female form with such desire.

She's valued for

her beauty, youth and fertility.

The humiliation when that gaze

evaporates can be extremely painful,

because what are you then?

Men pass much more unnoticed through life.

It's like being seen

as opposed to watching.

Those are two very different

starting points in terms of people.

Many of us would like to know what's next.

-Any new adventures for Rebecca?

-No, sadly not.

I'm writing a novel

about being a bonus mom.

Although to be honest,

I'm a bit stuck right now, so

Interesting. I just spoke to Knausgrd

about how he handles "writer's block."

I don't actually have writer's block.

I am constantly writing,

but I only know how to write

very private observations,

kind of like a diary about

About

About

Well, all kinds of

Self-loathing and shame.

Yes, because we are

Or I am

A lot of us are

It's almost an epidemic, you know?

A lot of us find that our bodies can't

I'm writing a lot about my IVF treatment.

There, I said it out loud.

I try to process my self-loathing

when I write,

along with the dark thoughts about

About being less of a woman

because I can't conceive.

That's extremely interesting

and important.

Like I said, it's just a diary,

and also some very private stuff.

Somewhere to park it all.

And a little too dark, I think,

compared to what I normally write about.

I would have liked to read about it,

when I experienced it five years ago.

Now I've said it out loud too.

Has anyone else here had similar issues?

Yes.

There you go.

A lot of us would like to read something

that we can relate to and identify with.

I doubt Knausgrd would go there,

you know?

No, because we want you

to write that book, Mia.

I'll present the childless woman to you.

Here she is in all

her panicky glory and longing.

Here I am.

I'll assume all of the guilt I can carry.

I'll parade naked through town

ridiculed by everyone.

I'll carry the burden of all barren women

relieving them of theirs.

Come and sit with me,

all of you barren women and bonus moms.

Go to pieces with me, if you wish.

Nobody knows how long Emil

and I will live in this fertility hell,

or how much of my sanity I'll lose,

before it happens, or doesn't happen.

HUNGER

-Hi, honey!

-Hey, are you okay?

Yeah! Sorry, I haven't called you.

I've been busy writing.

I think it'll be good.

Yeah? Tell me.

The fertility treatment

is just so all-consuming.

-Right.

-I mean

I just kind of want to write about

About how consuming it is

And write about the insanity

of sort of ruining your body

in order to create life.

-Okay.

-Yes.

I want the writing

to be raw and unfiltered.

Fascinating.

It's not about us, right?

No, no.

Good. I don't want to see my sperm count

exposed in the local bookstore.

Gro and Simon invited us

for dinner on Saturday.

How nice.

Yeah. Simon's probably bought

some new gadget, he wants to show us.

I wonder what it might be.

Gastronoma Airfryer. Eight liters.

-My goodness! Wow!

-Yup.

Are we ready for dinner?

-Yes!

-Kids, dinner's ready!

So this is our last round

at the private clinic,

and if that fails, we're on a waiting list

for the public healthcare clinics.

But the queue is long

We're hoping for Hvidovre Hospital,

-We don't know if we even can

-No.

Emil's sperm count keeps dropping.

-Last time it was only one million, so

-Okay.

-Yeah!

-Is that not a lot then?

-That's really low.

-No.

-It's really low.

-Honey, it's not your fault.

-It's just the way it is.

-Yeah.

Luckily, you only need

one functioning tadpole.

-Yeah

-Which

-Gro and I, we've

-No! Or

Anyone for dessert?

-Yes.

-We've made some

-Ice cream.

-Homemade ice cream.

With Simon's new gadget.

-It's great.

-Super great.

It's been going for hours,

while we just relaxed.

-It's still homemade

-Coffee?

-Yes, please.

-And brandy as well?

-I'll pass.

-Just a small one with the coffee.

I've got a really expensive one.

It's fantastic and super expensive.

Price and quality often go together.

Expensive and good.

-This one is both.

-Honey.

Let's try it.

-What's up, kids? Having fun?

-Yeah.

How much have you seen?

-About half of it.

-Okay.

-You and I are allowed a glass, right?

-And Gro too?

Well I'm just going to say it now, honey.

No, honey.

Yes.

Why am I speaking English?

Yeah, I don't know.

-We need to celebrate.

-Yes!

You know what? Let's go to Cuba.

Gro, why didn't you tell me

you were pregnant?

It's amazing news.

Please don't hide your joy because of me.

-I really hope you don't.

-No. It's not you.

I'm not sure if I'm happy.

The pregnancy with Vester was rough.

It feels like my body

is beginning to remember that.

Gro, stop it!

You should be overjoyed.

It's so great!

I wish it was me.

Are you absolutely sure?

Maybe you should wait a bit or

-Hi.

-Hi, Mia.

What's up?

Perhaps you should give it some time.

Or

Yeah.

Simon thinks so too.

That I should give it time, and

But

But, I

I wake up

in a f*cking panic every morning!

My heart is pounding like crazy.

And I seriously feel

like my body is a prison,

I can't escape.

I don't know how to ex

how to explain it, but

I can't go through

a pregnancy and all the stuff

with an infant. I just can't!

But, Gro, you've got us, okay? You

You're not alone.

We'll help with the baby.

-And Simon. There's two of you.

-Listen to me! No. Listen!

Nobody listens to me! I can't do this!

-I can't.

-You can't.

-We hear you.

-You can't.

Honey

It's okay.

I'm sorry!

It's okay, honey. Just breathe.

It's okay, honey.

I can't.

No.

Welcome to public healthcare.

Your charts show what you

what you've been through privately.

My suggestion is to put you

on the so-called long-term treatment.

It entails a kind of artificial menopause.

-Artificial what?

-Menopause?

Yes. Your own cycle

is interfering with our stimulation,

so I think it's the best option.

It does involve a number of side effects.

Palpitations, headache,

hot flushes, itching,

dry mucus membranes and mood swings.

The bus stop at the hospital.

Emil and I wait for the bus in silence.

We're processing the news.

Not far from us,

an elderly woman is picking up a dog turd.

I can feel the tears welling up.

Then Emil says,

"We'll just have to push through it."

I wanted to say "f*ck you."

I didn't do it. f*ck you!

-Mia! I think it's happening.

-Yes. I'm coming!

I know, I'm hurting Emil,

but right now that's what I want.

-How about a massage

-No, just don't.

Damn it!

-Do I have bad breath?

-Yes, really bad. But it's fine.

-Cheese?

-And onions.

-Damn! I just need to go

-Right.

Now what?

g*dd*mn it!

Ouch. It hurts.

-There

-There's more coming.

-Do you need to sit down?

-Yeah.

Come here.

What do I do with it?

I want to shove

the expelled fetus inside myself.

To see if it can live there.

I'm sorry, Mia.

I'm forcing you to do this,

which must seem grotesque to you.

No, you're not forcing me to do anything.

You're my best friend.

Hi.

Are you okay?

No, not quite.

Thanks, Mia.

You're welcome.

I could do with a beer too.

sh*t!

I hope they'll pull through.

Do you write about us?

What?

I accidentally read it on your laptop.

You've written things, I said.

Quoting me.

Honey, I was going to tell you.

Okay. You were?

Yes, it

I just need to write about everything

that's happening. It's building up.

-You said it wasn't about us.

-I know.

I asked if you were writing about us?

You said no.

I want to be a part of your life,

but not your book.

I get that.

-But

-But?

-I don't know what to say.

-Do you mean what you write?

-It really hurt me.

-But you're not supposed to read it.

It's part of the process,

and I'm trying not to censor myself.

-That's the whole point.

-I don't understand

-I'll repeat it! You nurture the negative.

-No, I don't!

-You nurture it!

-I'm trying to write about how I feel.

I write, so that it doesn't grow

to a massive, nasty boil inside.

I would like to read it. All of it.

And so you should.

-Yeah.

-I'm not ready for it yet.

It's all jumbled together,

so if you read it now,

I'll feel I have no talent.

-It's all about your feelings.

-Sorry!

Will this be in the book too?

"Emil is mad because I wrote about him."

-Stop it, Emil!

-"f*ck him. He's not an artist."

-No.

-Can't you see I won't allow it?

-Allow it?

-I don't feel safe in my own home.

-Everything's in the public domain.

-f*ck! I'm boiling!

-Why won't this window open?

-Because it's childproof, honey.

Could you talk to me instead?

Listen, I've just helped my friend

with her termination, okay?

I have a pounding migraine.

I've got f*cking hot flashes

because of f*cking menopause, okay?

Now I have to consider

your vanity about my book.

-I don't know if it'll be a book.

-Vanity?

I knew you'd react this way!

That I couldn't talk to you about it.

Of course, I react like this!

-How long do you think it will take?

-Why?

-Are you going somewhere?

-Yeah. There are drinks at work.

Lucky you, huh?

-Can we please not do that?

-What?

This blame game.

Can't I just let it go for one night?

I wish I could just "let it go."

Why am I pushing him away?

-Anyway, you should go.

-No.

-Let it go and party a bit

-Stop it.

Make out with your assistant.

You're being ridiculous.

Mia and Emil?

-Yes.

-We're ready.

-Great.

-I'm going in alone today.

This way, please.

I'm pregnant with evil.

It's growing inside me.

Howling in my uterus like a sick dog.

This is a new batch.

The size is definitely smaller.

They're impossible to put on.

Hope is a prick tease.

Here's some morphine.

To relax.

There you go.

Let's put on some music.

Here it comes.

Your ovaries are a little high up,

so I have to go through the bladder.

You might feel a small pinch.

There you go.

Yes.

It's dripping.

The panpipes are driving me nuts!

Didn't we get a new playlist?

It played for 12 hours straight

during the night shift.

The morphine will wear off so,

so you don't get to keep the buzz,

even if it's Friday.

-What?

-You don't get to keep the buzz.

We've got good news.

We harvested six eggs.

We'll call in two days

between 8:30 a.m. and 9:30 a.m.,

if the eggs aren't fertilized.

-In two days.

-Only if the eggs aren't fertilized.

-So no call is good news?

-Yes. Then the eggs are fertilized.

But don't wait by the phone.

Now you're ready.

-Do you have a wet wipe for my hands?

-I do. Hang on.

-You look so nice!

-No, we don't. We look scary.

Yeah, you're right.

-Let's go, skeletons and zombies.

-Dad!

Have fun, guys.

See you, Mia.

-Sorry, I can't be here when they call.

-Or don't call, hopefully.

That's what I meant.

Fine.

NO CALLER ID

Hello?

Hi, Mia. Listen, this is Signe

calling from the hospital.

You probably know why I'm calling.

I'm sorry to say

that none of the six harvested eggs were

Hi, Mia. What's up?

What a shame about the cake.

Emil said you worked so hard.

Would you be in charge of the limbo?

There's a broomstick over there.

Why did you go in that state?

The kids were terrified

seeing you scream like that.

You should be screaming with me.

I don't feel we're in this together.

-The kids want me to be there for bedtime.

-Emil, please don't go. Please stay.

Listen to me.

The kids are upset. And frightened.

It's not about you.

You don't love me.

I have to prioritize the kids right now.

You would too if you had kids of your own.

God dammit!

Come.

-Hi.

-Good boy.

-He's such a good boy.

-No more treats.

-He's getting chubby.

-We're not body-shaming the dog!

-Okay?

-You're right.

-No.

-Hi.

There she is.

The princess has risen from the dead.

Are you hungry, Mia?

No, thank you.

Emil's called us non-stop for four days.

We think you should talk.

Yeah, but I don't have the energy.

-Mia, for God's sake.

-My tenant just agreed to move out.

She was going to move in with her partner,

so that's perfect.

Yes. That's perfect.

-I'll go shower.

-Right.

We would appreciate that.

-What?

-Talk to her.

And say what?

-It's weird being back.

-Yeah.

I think, I'll paint the walls

in some nice colors, and

Well, the plants are dead,

so I'll have to buy new ones.

Perhaps palms or something interesting.

How are you doing?

Fine.

We need chips.

They miss you. Emil and the kids.

He's devastated, you know. You just left.

Well, he checked out, okay?

But you moved out.

I just beat him to it.

-How do you know he was leaving?

-Believe me. It was obvious.

He couldn't take the heat.

That's seriously not

the impression Simon and I have.

Felix and Selma don't understand

why they haven't heard from you.

They don't understand, Mia.

No, but

They've got a good mom, so

Listen up.

Would you help me

restore my Tinder account?

-Seriously?

-Yes!

REBECCA IS WEARING A FABULOUS

Rebecca is wearing a fabulous dress

with flowers and gold thread.

Everyone's complimenting her.

She's drinking a lot, and fast.

She feels like dancing, trashing stuff,

listening to music and singing loudly.

f*ck!

What do you want?

What do I want?

-Can I come up?

-That's not a good idea.

It's insane that we're not talking.

I don't understand what's going on! I

I know it's been rough. I get that.

But you don't just walk away!

You stay and fight.

You didn't want to.

-What are you on about?

-I spared you the trouble, right?

What do you mean?

-We don't need to make it worse.

-Can't we talk about this?

-Tell me how you feel. I'm right here!

-There's nothing more to talk about.

I'm not some dude you dated for a bit.

-I'm going back up.

-No, stay here.

-I'm cold!

-You're staying here!

We love each other, Mia.

We wanted to have a child.

What's going on? What's happening to you?

This isn't you.

Where are you? You're in there somewhere.

Please stop.

Honey, please stop it.

Please don't do this.

"She could place herself right in a room,

staging herself at a distance."

"She knew how to be a dream, a fantasy,

but she didn't know how

to be someone's girlfriend."

"Why did she end up

turning herself inside out?"

"No one could bear it."

"Once again, she had fallen for

an immature man with commitment issues."

"He didn't have to say anything.

She could hear him think."

"'Let me get away from

that crazy emotional desperado.'"

"So, back in the saddle, Rebecca.

Swipe, swipe, swipe."

She's doing social studies at uni, and

-She said yes.

-How wonderful!

-Congratulations!

-Thanks.

-It'll be a smart and beautiful kid.

-Yeah. With a receding hairline.

-Here's hoping.

-Yeah.

So we're starting all over again, and

We'll just have to pray

she doesn't bail as well.

I'm not sure Mehmet would survive that.

-I'll keep everything crossed.

-Thanks.

-Thank you.

-Thanks for coming.

-Cheers, honey.

-Cheers.

It feels great to be able to drink again.

And not feel like a 60-year-old

menopausal wreck, you know?

It was just absurd in the end.

Like a never-ending nightmare.

It consumed all my waking thoughts.

-I was like an addict.

-Okay.

-How long did you keep trying?

-We tried on our own for nine months.

We started treatments in February.

So probably for a year and a half?

We've been trying

for nearly five years now.

-sh*t, yes!

-Yeah.

We've had to travel across the world,

and it's cost us

almost a million kroner now.

Two Danish men who love each other

and want children receive no help.

So you think I gave up too quickly then?

Is that how you interpreted it?

-It was just too tough, Andreas.

-Well.

-Come on

-What did I do now?

Yes, it was tough!

You were trying for a baby.

And it went to sh*t.

But you don't just bail

when things get rough,

leaving Emil on his own.

That's f*cking stupid.

-Then you marry him.

-No, I won't!

I've moved on like I needed to.

-And it feels good.

-All right.

-Okay?

-Fine. Okay.

And I'm going on a date tomorrow.

-Bullshit! You're not going on a date!

-Look.

-Isn't he cute?

-No, he's ugly.

-Take a closer look.

-Can I tell you what I think?

What I'm fed up with?

It's tough to see you destroy it

every time you have something good.

You're so wrapped up in your self-loathing

that you think

that you're not allowed to be happy

and be with a man,

who's clearly right for you.

We need help, you and I, Mia.

We need help from others.

I don't know

what I would have done without Mehmet.

Emil is your Mehmet.

Okay.

-Bye, Mehmet. Thanks for coming.

-Sure.

Bye. See you. Talk to you later.

How about you?

Have you had many long relationships?

I actually just had one

that ended quite abruptly.

Abruptly? Okay, right.

He must have been a giant as*h*le.

Yeah. Well

He must be a giant moron if he left.

Perhaps he wasn't the one.

He must be a fool to leave

a wonderful woman like you.

It's important to be able

to communicate respectfully.

We're all looking for a partner

who confronts us

with the things we try to avoid.

It's quite funny really

and a bit of a paradox.

It's about understanding the baggage

each of you bring to the relationship.

Falling in love is free,

but sooner or later our past

They definitely haven't considered

that our future children,

or, I mean our children, you know

The children we'll have

-Yeah

-They're just, you know

I actually have to go. I'm really sorry

-Oh?

-It's not you.

-You're really sweet, but

-I could

-Hi.

-Hi.

-What's up?

-Are you okay?

-Emil's not home.

-No, his exhibit opens today.

-f*ck, that's right!

-We're on our way there now.

-Want to join us?

-Yes!

-We'll give you a ride. I'll get the car.

-No, the bikes.

-No, we're taking the car.

-Bikes, honey. It's 500 meters away.

-We're taking the car.

-Bikes.

-It's not 500

-I checked.

-I don't want to get sweaty.

-But we'll be drinking.

-We'll take the bikes

-The apps show it as the crow flies.

I don't want

-Let's take the bikes.

-No?

-Cheers.

-Congratulations.

-Congratulations!

-Thanks.

How are you doing? Good?

Hi!

How are you?

Kids, go see Mom while I chat to Mia.

-Yes?

-Sorry to arrive unannounced

-I have to tell you something.

-I need to look after myself.

And my kids!

It's by invitation only, so please leave.

Please, just two minutes.

Then I'll leave.

Come on then.

Two minutes.

Okay.

I wanted to apologize for leaving you.

And the way I left

without giving you a chance.

I just bailed like I always do.

I'm really, really sorry.

Right Okay.

That old feeling of being unlovable

just overwhelmed me.

I hate that you felt unlovable.

BROENS SKATING RINK

Easy now, honey. Give it here.

My little sugar elf.

Thank God Christmas is only once a year.

I used to think you were ugly.

-I see?

-Yeah, you were quite ugly at first.

I don't know why.

-You aren't ugly anymore.

-I'm glad to hear that.

-But you were a bit ugly at first.

-Right.

Right.

-Did you think I was ugly too?

-A little. A smidge. At first.

But you know

Look, honey.

I sculpted you out of marzipan.

No!

-Is it too much?

-Just a tad.

Ah well.

Hi, Rikke!

Hi, sweetie. Happy New Year.

Hi. Happy New Year.

Really?

Congratulations!

How far along are you?

How wonderful! I'm really happy for you.

It's crazy. And how exciting for you.

Sure.

Okay. Bye, honey.

What's up?

Rikke's pregnant.

Okay.

That's

That's just wonderful.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I just think

I'm just taking a moment to grieve

the fact that I am not pregnant

Not having a baby. My own baby.

But that's okay.

It really is.

Honey, why don't we just

just try again?

No.

It nearly destroyed us.

-I don't want to lose you again.

-You won't.

We'll do it together.

It'll be a shitshow.

I'm going to be impossible.

But I still love you

when you're impossible.

When sh*t hits the fan

Then we'll scream.

Together.

HUNGER

I decided to release

the book to the world,

while I'm in the middle of it.

Caught up in the turmoil.

And the hunger.

Can I touch your pretty belly?

I don't want to describe this

looking back as pregnant.

As a happy mother cradling her baby.

I want to describe it from within.

Now.

While I'm experiencing it.

Well, you two. It went really well.

We harvested ten eggs.

You know the drill.

If none of the eggs are fertilized,

we'll call you between 8:30 and 9:30.

-Yes.

-Great.

Happy Pentecost.

Thanks.

Hi, honey.

Did they call?

It's Andreas calling to ask,

if we want to go to Hven for Pentecost.

Oh, right.

I just can't

I can't handle sitting there

pretending to be fine.

f*ck!

Honey

It's 9:31 am.

-What?

-It's 9:31.

Time's up. They didn't call.

What if they called when Andreas did?

Hi. My girlfriend, Mia Berg,

had eggs harvested two days ago.

We just wanted to ask

if you just called? Or called us at all?

I'll hold. Cool.

Yup! I'm still here.

We're glad to hear that. Thanks.

Yes. Have a nice day.

HUNGER

I never said that.

-What?

-I never said that.

But it's funny.

COPENHAGEN - HVEN

Hey, Emil?

Yes?

Do you still love me

when things are rough?

Yes. I do.

You never have any doubts?

Never ever.