01x05 - Efterladt bagage

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When I was born

Dad was in an important meeting.

In five years we've dropped 40%.

I think that's pretty much.

This indicates a change in behavior.

Thomas. Okay.

Although he hurried

as much as he could

I arrived before him.

Today is Julie's birthday.

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah

Birthdays were a big thing

in our family.

Dad said it was about taking a break

and doing your best.

Dad died at 54.

Mum at 46.

Tom at 23.

I don't have a lot to celebrate now.

I have celebrated my last birthday.

Can you escape your birthday

if you run fast enough?

You can definitely

run yourself to death.

It's not difficult at all.

Even young,

healthy people die occasionally

from pushing their bodies too hard.

Lack of sleep, food and drink

combined with a fast heart rate

and pushing the body

to its limits

brings about a total collapse.

Alfie, wake up. Alfie, wake up!

His breathing has stopped.

Kitta was Dad's colleague.

A brilliant criminal lawyer

and a former police prosecutor

in her prime and an active runner.

She ran one marathon

after the other.

She ran to work and in the woods

in her spare time.

The autopsy established

that Kitta's heart was huge.

The size of an ox heart.

Her worries must have been

equally big,

but Dad never mentioned them.

It's ages since we've seen your father

here. No more business in London?

No, not really.

Say hello to him for me, will you?

Dad always stayed

at the same hotel in London

and ran the same route

every morning.

- Morning, Julie.

- Morning.

It's day five

and I haven't eaten in five days.

I have had nothing to drink

for ten hours.

Exhaustion is a condition

that can k*ll you.

Just like hunger and thirst.

The extreme conditions

your body is exposed to

cause your vital organs to fail.

In the end

you die.

My dad and I go all in.

Always.

Listen up.

What do you say?

It's past 11 o'clock.

- Let's go.

- Yes.

- Can we skip it today?

- Tom, you are so lazy. Come on.

Come on!

Yes, all right. You got it? Great!

f*ck!

Are you dead?

Not yet.

We deliver.

We deliver.

We deliver.

We are focused. We never quit.

Julie?

- Renate?

- Hi.

- Where is Tom?

- They went ahead to the restaurant.

Sunday lunch.

Has he made an appointment

to get his vaccinations?

- Vaccinations?

- Yes.

For Guatemala.

In a month. For six months.

- I got an "artist residency".

- Congratulations. Cool.

Six months.

What about his exams?

He better explain that himself.

- Let me find him.

- Sure. See you.

See you.

What did Renate say?

That she and Tom are going

to Guatemala for six months.

To realize their art.

I am really trying to understand

this equation of yours.

In your head.

You're throwing away

your entire future

just to get six months

in Guatemala with Renate.

Dad, life is not an equation.

But are you a musician?

Do you want to become one?

- Playing music makes me happy.

- Sure, I understand that.

My son

You're not a musician.

You come from a family

with traditions.

You should carry them with you.

Be proud of and grateful for them.

We keep the wheels turning.

We are the backbone of society.

Look at me!

Another thing that characterises

our family is that we are focused.

We don't give up. We deliver.

If you don't care about your

education you won't get one.

It's that simple.

I'll be by your side, Tom.

I'll help you, Tom. Damn it!

What do you say?

Are we agreed?

Tom.

Are we agreed?

Okay, then I'm going

to cut off your funds.

You won't get your child trust fund

until you turn 22.

I won't pay for your hippie trip

to Guatemala.

I must admit I don't understand

your relationship with Renate.

I understand what she can get from

you, but not the other way around.

Do you think it's love?

Tom did understand.

On my 18th birthday his new

law school girlfriend was invited.

After dinner everyone agreed

it was like Aya had always

been a part of the family.

Cute, here you are

- Julie at 4.

- You can see that it's you.

- Yes, super cute.

- There is Tom.

Where is he?

I don't know.

He might be sleeping.

Now you know

what your children will look like.

- Sweetie.

- We will look forward to that.

We are focused. We don't quit.

We deliver.

We deliver.

Help! Help!

Mister! Hello!

Don't give up.

Dad?

- Dad, is it you?

- Yes, this is your dad.

sh*t. You were so young.

- We were looking at baby pictures.

- We also want to see photos of you.

My Marlon Brando period.

My Harley-Davidson.

An XLH 1000 1979 custom build.

- Where was it taken?

- Bayham Street. London. 1984.

I was your age. 19-20.

- I loved it.

- Where is it now?

I sold it.

Why?

I grew up.

My dad ran his entire life.

And I just ran along.

You run until you can't run

any further.

Until the heart stops.

Or until something gets in your way.

Or until someone saves you.

There you are!

We thought you'd gone to bed.

No, I was just getting this.

- Are you giving a concert?

- Yes.

Dear Julie. Dear sister.

There isn't enough music

this evening, and

It's your 18th birthday, so I

would like to play you a song.

I don't remember having a song

on my wish list.

- That's harsh.

- But go ahead.

Sure, but you don't always know

what you need.

You have probably had

a little too much to drink.

This summer I went swimming

This summer I might have drowned

But I held my breath

And I kicked my feet

And I moved my arms around

I moved my arms around

This summer I swam in the ocean

And I swam in a swimming pool

Salt in my wounds,

chlorine in my eyes

I'm a selfish f*cking fool

A selfish f*cking fool

Tom got his law degree some months

later with a pretty good average.

Dad gave Tom

a trip to Africa as a present.

Do you know what my problem is, Dad?

That I always f*cking agreed with you.

But you were wrong.

You, who was always right.

You, the best and the fastest.

The winner.

Look at us now.

Hey, Julie. Happy birthday.

Krzysztof. How did you know?

I'm drowning here in flowers

and stuff people dropped off, so

Oh, were you in the house

on my 18th birthday?

I was around, working, I think.

No, in the evening when

Tom played a song for me.

Yes. I heard. He was good.

No, it was

"This summer I went swimming,

this summer I might have drowned,"

"but I held my head

and I kicked my feet"

Yeah, the song is called

"The swimming song",

if you want to listen to it.

Okay. I'll check it out.

Where are you now

and what are you doing today?

I don't know because

nothing seems to go as planned.

I will start my first day

as a 19 year old with a shower.

A mysterious girl by the name of Julie

has saved the life of Lord Rory Merek.

Lord Merek, who could have suffered

a fatal heart attack,

is now eager to track down Julie

whose last name is unknown,

fled the scene shortly

after saving his life.

I hope she sees this or somebody

who knows her sees this.

- Your receipt.

- Thanks.

- Is Acapulco your final destination?

- I really hope so.