Borderline (2023) - full transcript

While in London, SoMe strategist Mads embarks on a whirlwind romance with Joan. But the affair ends when he returns home to his girlfriend in Copenhagen, and things take a sinister turn when Joan decides she doesn't want it to be over.

- It was terrible.

You know, I started getting

all this mail and comments.

- Because it was

posted on Facebook?

- Yes.

About two years later.

- Who was it?

- I don't know, I

never found out.

- Well it's a fantastic

exhibition, isn't it?

- I think it was

really great what she did.

- Great.

Well maybe, it's also

a bit of a cliche.

Taking off her clothes, what

did she think would happen?

- 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.

- Do you like it?

Thanks, that's so nice to hear.

- 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.

- Hey Rasha, come.

- Excuse me.

- So what brings

you to London Mads?

- Business meetings.

- Business? What

kind of business?

- 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.

- 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.

- It's the boom.

- 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.

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.

- Oh, very professional.

- Hashtag.

So this is where they store you.

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.

- 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?

- 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.

- Hey.

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.

"Hope all is good in London.

Looking forward to seeing you later - a xx"

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.

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.

"Joan Deray has sent

you a friend request."

"Confirm"

"Friends"

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Come.

- 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.

Who is it?

- The internet.

- Joan, do you

want to watch "Quiz Time?"

- I'm working here.

- 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.

- 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?

- Who is that?

- Just someone on Facebook.

I'll turn it off.

- Thank you.

- I'm going out.

- 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.

- I wish I

had a booty call.

- Don't be vulgar.

- It's ironic.

- Apartheid.

- 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.

- 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.

- Only if it's okay, though.

- Yeah, it's fine.

- Should we get some vodka?

- Yeah.

- Where are you going?

- To the hospital.

- Oh.

- Okay, take off

your shoes, hurry.

Shush.

Fuck!

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.

- Mh-hm.

- 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.

"Update on the Atheist brief.

Can you stop by the office ASAP - L"

"Missed call"

- 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.

Good work, Mads.

- Great.

- Which means we

need you to go back.

- Okay.

When?

- Early tomorrow

if that can work?

- Fantastic.

- Super.

Any questions?

You can just ask Jens.

He's got all the details.

Great stuff, Mads.

Good luck.

- Thanks.

- Who are you, Nan Goldin?

- Man Deray.

You love it.

- I do, I can't deny it.

- 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?

- Do you ever

get off that thing?

- 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.

- 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.

- Satan 2.0.

- Will you shut the fuck up?

- Never change Joan.

- 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.

- Friends! Come in!

Just dump your coats on the bed.

- Sorry, is someone

sleeping in there?

- Are you okay?

- Are you sure?

- Dump your coats.

- Lucas.

- Yeah?

- Would you like to...?

- Yeah, yeah. Just a second.

- Hi dad.

- Hi Joan.

- I'm

ready to go home.

- Where is everyone?

- The theater.

- Okay, cool.

- Joan?

- 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?

- 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?

- 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.

- Okay, so this is a story

about balance and control.

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.

- 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.

Can I help you?

- I was looking for Daniel.

- He moved out in April.

- Okay.

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.

- 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.

- Have you seen

'Fatal Attraction'?

"Lives in NoHopenhagen"

"From Liarville"

"BLOCK"

"Choose a problem to continue"

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.

Everything's fine.

- 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.

- Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

- Hi.

- How's it going, big guy?

- It's going good.

- All cool?

- Yes, all is cool.

What are you talking about?

- Mads.

Can you come in?

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...

"United Kingdom"

Sorry.

- So?

- I pitched the whole

concept for them....

- Do you need to take that?

- I'll call them back.

I'm sorry for this.

- Hello?

- Hi.

- Who is this?

- It's me, Joan.

- 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.

- 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.

- What?

- Fuck you.

You lying cunt.

- What did I do?

- You know what you did.

- What do you mean?

- You lied to me.

- 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.

- Fuck.

- Fuck!

Do you have a phone charger?

- No, I don't have

a phone charger.

- 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?

- 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.

- What do

you think, Mads?

- What about?

- Man's eternal enemy.

- Women?

- Feminism.

- I really couldn't say.

- Do you wanna get fucked?

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.

- Yeah.

Yes.

- Come on,

you fucking asshole.

Come on!

Fuck me.

This is all you've got?

Come on.

- 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?

- What the fuck

are you looking at?

Can I have another

one for the road?

I need to go to a hospital.

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

- Ms. Deray.

I'm Dr. Anna Larson.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

- Anna Larson.

- That's right.

- 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.

- Hello?

- Hi, is this Mads?

- Yeah.

- I saw your advert.

So you like to suck some cock?

- What?

Who is this?

- I'm just

responding to your advert.

- Fuck off.

- Pricktease.

"Come home for dinner."

- 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.

- Erm.

So I have something to tell you.

- 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.

No, I better get it.

Hello.

- Who was it?

- Nobody was there.

- So that's what

happened with your job?

- And now I'm getting calls

from wankers the whole time.

- Why?

- I think she made an advert

on the internet with my number.

- Joan, was Copenhagen okay?

- It was fucking shit.

- Joan.

Joan.

"Rasha Haddad invited you to her

event: "Finissage: My Life in t..."

- Do you have a cigarette?