Before the Frost. Lets be chronological.
Kurt: Hello, Kurt speaking.
Mona: Has she arrived?
Kurt: No, that’s tomorrow. I’m going to Stockholm tomorrow.
Mona: I thought it was today.
Kurt: No, tomorrow.
Mona: It doesn’t matter. You’re proud, aren’t you? Our daughter’s a copper, just like her father. Now doesn’t that make you proud? It’s pathetic, for God’s sake…
Kurt: Have you been drinking?
Mona: No more that you have. I bet you’re holding a glass of scotch…
Kurt: You know what, I’ll call you tomorrow.
Mona: The hell you will.