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Can I trust you?

Of course you can trust me, darling.

Then maybe I could get away from this
bad place, where I'm angry all the time.

Desperate. Suspicious.

I wish we'd had this talk before.

I've been so suspicious
that I've checked your phone.

Huh?

And you're right. It isn't my fault.

NETFLIX PRESENTS

I've seen all those messages
you've sent to Daniel.

-I've seen everything you've done.
-You can't check my phone!

And now I know everything.

I know you're nothing but a lying whore.

That's what you are.

Everything?

-You don't know everything.
-What do you mean?

I'm pregnant.

-What?
-I'm pregnant.

-We're going to be parents?
-Not we.

Daniel and I are having a baby.

You heard me.

I'm having a baby

with your dead brother's son!

And… cut!

-Good job.
-That's a wrap.

Excellent, guys. Thanks.

-Lars?
-Yeah.

-We can try it again, if you want?
-No, it was perfect.

Perfect.

Hi.

-That scene was excellent.
-You really think so? That's great.

I have an idea for the next scene--

We're going to the cabin this weekend.

Lisa and I.

-How's Lisa doing?
-Fine.

I mean, Lisa is Lisa, but we're good.

Glad to hear it. Because I remember--

We've had our ups and downs,
but we've worked it out.

Please give her my best.

Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about--

Lisa wants to go on a hike this weekend.

In the mountains, alone.

I told her it's dangerous.

Dangerous?

-I'll see you tomorrow at noon. Sharp.
-Yes.

And don't be late.
You have all the equipment?

-Yes, everything is set.
-Perfect. See you there.

Do you want to take the boat out?
While we're there?

We're not taking the boat out!
What are you talking about?

Remember the plan?

TØYEN RETIREMENT HOME
MAIN ENTRANCE

How's Lisa?

Lisa is Lisa. She's fine.

We're going to the cabin this weekend.
Get away and relax.

-Relax from what?
-Don't start.

You're no fucking Hitchcock.
Why don't you get--

A real job? Like you had?

That paid off.

I drove that bus to put food on the table.

And I built that cabin.

Lisa…

She wants to go on a hike.

Just walk off into the mountains.

Alone.

That's dangerous.

Snow and ice and…
I told her it's dangerous.

Damn.

I miss that cabin.

A beer in the hammock.
Gaze out across the water.

Hear the wind in the trees.

PRISON ESCAPE
THREE PRISONERS ON THE RUN

I designed it. The architect
wanted it to face the other way.

But I told him sunrises are prettier--

Than sunsets.

Yeah, they give you hope.

That's the problem with your generation.
Enough is never enough.

You sure could use a war.

Every last one of you.

Yeah, war is good, right?

It made a man out of me.

Right.

You aren't born a man.
A man is something that is made. Forged.

In pain, suffering, and blood.

Christ.

I should have checked out down there.

I can't die like this.

Not here.

Not like this.

-Hi.
-Hi, Lars.

-How's it going?
-Fine.

-Happy hunting.
-Huh?

Hey. Ready for the cabin?

Yeah.

Why did you park so close to the fence?

What are you doing?

-Wow.
-It wasn't expensive.

-That's not what I said.
-You were about to.

I know we can't afford
expensive wine anymore.

Can't we try to forget everything
and just have a nice weekend?

Is that the new play you're hoping for?
Is it any good?

It's okay.

I'm sure you'll get the part.

I don't know.

The director is a…

pretentious prick.

That's part of our job description.

But he's a theater director.

-What do you mean by that?
-Nothing.

-Because I direct TV shows?
-When you direct.

-I just directed a show today.
-A soap opera.

And when was your last gig, Meryl?

"Common side effects include…"

Like your crap is any better!

My crap pays our Visa bills.

-I'm so tired of arguing with you!
-Then stop!

I'm going to spend the entire weekend
in the hammock.

Read my script, drink wine…

If I go anywhere at all,
it will be to the fridge or the TV.

I don't mean he's better than you,
he's just different. You're…

You're an amazing director.

We both know that's bullshit.

What the hell?

What is it?

It doesn't work.

-Have you seen my wool sweater?
-Which one?

The one I always wear here.

The striped one I like, that I wear here.

It's not in the closet?

Obviously I checked the closet.

I haven't seen it.

Make sure the pieces aren't too thick.

Not that thick. Cut them thinner.

Okay.

-Don't turn down the heat!
-You're going to burn it.

The butter is supposed to sizzle.

For Christ's sake, just put it…

What do you think?

It's good.

I had Arvid at the store carve it.

They don't have New York strip,
so I had to draw it for him.

You drew it for him?

What?

It's just fascinating
how much time you put into--

Into having a good dinner
and a nice evening?

Of course I do.

When is your audition?

Tuesday.

You feel ready?

-A lot to memorize.
-This is the perfect place to do it.

How about that other thing?

What other thing?

That…

That thing.

That you're writing
with that guy from acting class.

-Diego.
-Diego. Right.

-How's that going?
-Great. I think we might have something.

So you're working hard?

Digging deep?

Mm-hmm.

Smart, to write your own material.

Smart.

Okay.

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

"Gurka." Triple score, bitch. 54 points.

Like hell!

Swedish words aren't allowed.

The word is "agurk" in Norwegian.

-Why isn't Swedish allowed?
-This is a Norwegian edition.

-Swedish edition, Swedish rules.
-Bullshit. I get points for that.

-Then you lose.
-Seriously?

Of course.

-Fine. I don't care.
-Great. "Agurk".

Twelve, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18. 18 points.

"Agurk".

You tired?

You tend to get tired when you lose.

You go to bed. I'll clean up here.

Good night.

Should we keep playing tomorrow,
or do you give up? You're way behind.

We'll keep playing tomorrow.

Good night.

Come on now.

Come on.

Come on.

Lars?

-Yes?
-Could you come in here?

Sure. I'll be right there.

What is it?

I need your help.

What is this?

What was this for?

That hammer?

I was going to fix the…

The roof. That roof stuff.

Roof stuff?

The tiles?

Right, the roofing tiles.

And this?

-What are you doing?
-What were these for?

And those rocks in the boat.
What were they for?

I was watching you.

What are you talking about?
And why do you have a Taser?

Fuck!

Okay, that's enough.

Stop it.

You were planning on
hitting me with the hammer,

tying me up, bringing me out in the boat

and sinking me in the sea
with those rocks.

Sound about right?

But what I…

don't understand is:

What was the saw for?

Bodies can resurface.
I was going to cut you into pieces.

No way!

Lars.

Were you going to dismember me?

You can't even touch a piece of raw meat!

What was your plan?
What were you going to tell people?

"Lisa wandered off and never came back"?

Are you kidding me? That was your plan?

You're so fucking dumb.

But seriously.

What I really,

really want to know, is why.

What stupid reason do you have
for killing me?

For starters,
you're a lying, cheating whore.

When did you find out?

When I came home one night
while you were rehearsing

and I saw Diego feeding you his cock
instead of your lines.

You were going to kill me
and dismember me

because of Diego?

For fucking someone else?

Think about this.

Think hard.
I know it isn't easy for you, but try.

When was the last time you touched me?

When did you last satisfy me,
Mister Two Pumps and Out?

Fucking whore.

I can't say I'm surprised.

A stupid motive, a stupid plan,
from a stupid man.

My plan, on the other hand…

-A completely different level.
-What was your plan?

Not was.

Is.

-Hunting?
-Yup.

ONE DAY EARLIER

-You?
-I hate guns.

But he's all,
"It's something we can do together."

-Do you know how to shoot?
-If Lars does, how hard can it be?

Mrs. Lisa?
I'm done with the leaves, so I'm off.

-Thanks, Viktor. I'll transfer you money.
-Thank you so much.

-See you later.
-See you soon. Very soon.

He does some odd jobs for us.

Simple tasks.

I can't get over your hair.

-You, a blonde?
-It was for a part.

-An audition.
-Did you get it?

No.

Nope.

It'll all work out.

All it takes is one good part.
Isn't that what Lars always says?

Yup. That's what he likes to say.

-Happy hunting.
-Huh?

We're hunting in the woods.
I'm not really up for it.

But you talk me into it.
Everyone knows I hate guns.

I walk behind you.

And I trip.

And boom.

No!

My god!

What a terrible, tragic accident.

Okay.

-I see.
-What?

That's where your plan collapses.

-Why?
-Because, Lisa…

You're a fucking terrible actress.

You can't even act your way out of
a speeding ticket, or fake an orgasm!

That screaming and moaning?

I'm sure even Diego, moron that he is,
can tell you're faking it.

Remember five years ago?

When I said
you should pursue your dreams?

Move to Norway?

I lied.

Like a dog.

And you believed every single word of it,
and do you know why?

Because I'm a better actor than you.

-No.
-Yes, I am.

You're nothing
but a bitter, incompetent director.

That film of yours?
Of course you fucked it up--

-The financing fell apart!
-So you just gave up?

"Side effects may include…"
Look at yourself!

Think blonde hair will get you parts?
What's next? Botox?

Or a boob job?

That might not be a bad idea.

Fuck you! Like you're so much better.

What did that actress Danielle say?

-That the director told her…
-Oh, God! This again?

…to remove her top at her audition.

That was "Me Too" bullshit! The role
was for a stripper. I had to see--

You had to see? You're creepy.
Creepy and incompetent.

Whenever I listened to your advice,
it all went to hell.

You told me to move to Norway.

I lied, you talentless fucking pig!

That's enough!

Time for a walk that ends
with me blowing your brains out.

I think I'll pass.

-Really?
-Yeah.

You bitch!

Ow!

You are so fucking pathetic.

Do as I say, or I'll shove
that hammer of yours up your ass.

Nothing's going up my ass today.
Nothing at all.

-You sure?
-Positive.

Where the fuck have you been?

FIVE DAYS EARLIER

Want some?

No, I don't want some.
I'm not five years old.

Why did you want to meet here?

Figured it was less suspicious.
Kind of like secret agents.

Two grown men,
alone at an amusement park?

Two pedophile secret agents, then?

-You're the one who needs me.
-Because there's one thing I can't do.

That's the easiest part.
It's like gutting a reindeer.

Great. Then we're both happy.

I was thinking about my compensation.

Your compensation? What about it?

She's insured for one million kroner.
You get half. 50-50.

I'd like that in writing.

In writing? A contract?

A written explanation
of how we're going to kill my wife?

Is that what you're saying?

-Yeah.
-Ever heard of evidence?

How about the word "idiot"?

-I'm trying to be professional.
-Be there at noon.

And don't be late.

Thanks for making room
in your busy schedule.

Goddamn snob.

Like I don't have things to do.
I've got plenty of things to do.

Hi there.

-Her face looks funny.
-Not surprising.

She just got slammed with a shovel.

Sit down.

What…

What the fuck?

Lars, are you serious?

-What?
-You dragged Viktor into this?

Hi, Mrs. Lisa.

Viktor? Stupid Viktor? Viktor the Idiot?

Hey! Don't call me that.

So the idea is

that Viktor's going to kill me?

No.

Since Lars thinks it's gross,

-he'll do the killing and I'll--
-Hey.

-I'll dismember you.
-You can shut up now.

Of course you can't do it yourself,
you chickenshit--

Shut up, both of you!

It's my turn now.

Answer me this, Lisa.

What fucking reason can you have

for wanting to kill me? Tell me that.

Except for the fact
that you're a pathetic loser?

Yes, except from that.

You're a gambling-addicted rat
that's buried us alive in your debts.

Fucking--

"Quit your job, Lisa."

"I make enough for both of us."

-I did.
-Until people realized you're a loser.

-An incompetent, pathetic loser.
-Loser?

We're about to lose everything.

Our house, our car, your dad's cabin.

But you keep buying expensive wines,
New York strip steaks--

What do you mean, we?
I bought the car and the house.

And I inherited this cabin
from my father.

Wrong, Lars. When you get married,
you share everything.

Yours is mine and mine is yours.
So it's all mine too. Mine!

Now I get it.

You're after my life insurance.

-You're going to kill me and…
-Be free.

-Okay.
-Leave this place and never look back.

That's funny.

-What?
-That--

-Nothing. Shut your mouth.
-That life insurance…

That's why we're killing you.

-Diego, huh?
-Didn't exactly help your case.

I get half.

Five hundred thousand.

-I'm buying a new camper.
-How much did you say?

Listen, Viktor.
The insurance is worth three--

Shut up! Shut your mouth.

I can't wait till I never have to hear
your voice again. Give me that hammer.

Give me the hammer.

-Stop it.
-Let her talk.

-I want to hear her.
-Sure, just give me the hammer first.

Let her talk.

-Stop it.
-Move.

-Give me the hammer.
-Move!

The insurance is worth three million.

I'll give you half, 1.5 million,
if you shoot him now.

-Shut up!
-Shoot him.

Shut up! Two million
if you blow her head off right now.

-You die now!
-Three million! All of it!

-You know she's lying now.
-You're the liar!

I'm so sick of you!

Give it to me. Give it!

Let go!

-Let go!
-I want half!

She just offered you all of it,
you fucking idiot!

Son of a bitch!

Viktor!

-How does it look?
-Not great.

-You shot his whole fucking hand off.
-Can you please calm down?

-Calm down?!
-Yes, calm down!

-Do something!
-Shut up, so I can think!

-Take the idiot to a hospital.
-No way!

-I have to get to a hospital.
-He'll bleed to death.

Do something! You have to stop it!

What the hell have you done?

You told me to stop him.

Stop the bleeding.

Stop the bleeding, Lars.

What the hell is wrong with you?

-I guess there'll be two murders.
-What?

I don't think so.

There were only two shells, idiot.

Then I'll just reload.

Fuck!

Ow!

Ow, ow, ow!

THREE

THREE DAYS

THREE DAYS EARLIER

Think they're still after us?

No.

They would have caught us by now.

What are you doing, Roy?

I'm hungry. Friggin' starving.

What's your problem?

Don't gorge on berries
that might be poisonous.

I gotta eat something.

-I'm no good on an empty stomach.
-Like you're any good now, moron?

Roy!

Crap.

We'll stay here a couple of days,
till things calm down.

Then try to find a car.

Dressed like this?

What kind of clothes are these?

I like them. Look at this sweater.

Shit.

Is that…

Are they coming here?

Fuck.

Let's flatten 'em!

What if more show up?

We can't risk that.

Come on.

Petter!

We should have brought those meatballs.

It's not those meatballs
I'm thinking about now.

If you know what I mean.

Of course I know what you mean!

Think you're being subtle?

You want to fuck. I get it.

Now shut up. I'm trying to think.

-Petter…
-We can't use that creaky ladder.

-Petter, please.
-What the fuck is it?

I don't feel so good.

You got a bad stomach?

And why do you think that is?

Think, Roy. Why the stomachache?

-Maybe…
-Maybe…

Maybe it's those berries?

Right, maybe it's those berries!

I gotta go.

-What do you mean?
-I gotta take a dump.

What the hell?

You are not taking a shit up here.

Don't you dare take a shit!

Damn it, don't do it.

I'm not shitting in my pants.

-No, no, no!
-Put your pants back on!

I gotta have my dignity.

Damn you, Roy!

Your dignity?

Shit!

Damn.

We're stuck here a while longer.

Jesus, what a stench!

Dave?

-Dave!
-Yeah?

This is just like that girl
who hid in the attic.

The one who wrote that book
you read in the joint.

Anne Frank?

Hiding in the attic like fuckin' rats.

I missed the part where
she took a dump all over the floor.

Will you guys be quiet? Shut up! Okay?

What's going on?

They trying to kill each other?

Shit!

-Shut up!
-Holy shit!

What's…

What's going on?

Seriously good steak.

You're that lady, aren't you?

From that commercial.

The one for fellas whose dicks
are all messed up.

It's you, isn't it?

I told you so.

Shit.

A movie star!

No wonder this steak is so good.

What is it?

Tenderloin?

New York strip.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

I'm Petter.

That's Dave.

And the big guy over there is Roy.

You shot me in my anus.

According to your license, you're Lars.

And you're Lisa.

We don't wanna meddle
in your personal business,

but you seem to have some marital issues.

And looking at this guy,
I'd say one of you is a killer.

It was him. It wasn't me.

-You told me to.
-No, I didn't.

-You said stop him.
-Stop the bleeding.

-That isn't what you said.
-Whatever.

-Okay.
-Of course I meant--

I don't care what you meant!
You said stop--

Okay!

I don't give a shit about that.

It's quite a kick, though, isn't it?

Killing a guy.

You feel that. It's quite the rush.

We just liberated ourselves
from state supervision.

Marched through the woods for two days
before we found your cabin.

And thought we'd stay here.

Before you came blasting in.

Do you have any idea

what it's like to spend 24 hours
in that attic space?

With your nostrils full of Nazi turd?

Okay, come on, Petter. Enough chitchat.

Now our next problem is cash.

We have a liquidity problem,
you could say.

We searched your wallets and pockets,
found a few hundred.

And we found a thousand
in your dead buddy's pocket. Thanks, Lars.

We have…

There's 2,000 kroner in the office.

In a clay bowl on the desk.

Take it.

Just leave us alone.

Please.

Thanks, Lisa. That's very kind of you.

Damn it! Enough chitchat.

What…? Oh, my God!

Like I said,
we've been inside for a while.

As I'm sure you understand,
men have certain needs.

Please, I'm begging you.

Don't do this.

I'll do anything, but not that.

Your balls fill up with dirty dishwater
over the years.

They need to be emptied.
Balls need draining.

Before it rots your brain.

Okay?

Maybe you'll be satisfied now.

Holy shit.

Sick.

You are one cold son of a bitch, Lars.

Okay.

Take it away, Queer Dave.

-No, no!
-Come on, Lars.

No!

No, no!

Let go of me!

No! Ouch!

No!

No, what are you doing?

No!

Stand still!

-I'll give you a little tip, Lisa.
-No!

Just relax.

If you fight it…

-It's much more painful.
-No!

Slick as an eel.

Please.

Please… Please!

I haven't done anything.

I've seen some men beg in my life, Lars.

But you're going to have to do
a lot better than that.

Don't you know who that is?

That's Dave "Horse Dick" Eriksen.

It'll be like doing deep knee bends
over a fire hydrant.

Please.

I'm so scared.

-Maybe this'll help.
-Please!

-No…
-What?

I'll give you everything I have, please.

Don't kill me.

Come on. If you seriously sell this,

there's a chance
we won't set Dave on you.

Please!

Please…

Lars?

Calm down. Lars…

Calm down.

Focus now. Focus.

Don't forget that I'm…

Damn.

Intense.

Lars?

You aren't done yet.

Kiss my feet. Come on, kiss them.

Come on, kiss my feet.

Kiss.

Come on. Here, boy.

Come on. That's it.

Come on.

Use your tongue.

Use your tongue, Lars. Come on.

That's it.

Good boy, Lars.

Good boy.

Look at your wife. Look up at Lisa.

And tell her you're a little shit.

Come on, Lars. Say it.

Tell her you're a piece of shit.

Come on. Say it, Lars.

I'm a piece…

Louder, Lars.

Louder!

I'm a piece of shit!

I'm a piece of shit!

That's more like it.

What do you say, Dave?

Amateur hour, if you ask me.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Guess you're getting fucked
after all, Lars.

-Roy?
-No, don't!

No!

No!

Wait! Stop!

Stop. Stop it.

I have…

I have money.

Lots of money.

In the bank, in town.
Something I put aside.

One hundred and twenty-five thousand.

We can go tomorrow when the bank opens.

I'll withdraw everything
and give it to you.

Everything I have.

But not if you do that to him.

Or to me.

Understand?

What about poor Roy?

He was looking forward to

a brief and stormy relationship with you.

But that kind of money
makes a difference.

That could keep us out of trouble.

Okay, you have a deal.

What the hell?

No one touches them.

Well, Lars.

Your wife just saved your ass.

Literally.

Hey, Petter.

Mm.

How many people have you whacked?

-Why do you ask?
-Just curious, because I heard--

Lie still!

I heard you were a serious badass
in there.

Is that so?

And I heard…

-Come on. What did you hear?
-That you robbed that bank.

And then you killed your whole crew.

All three of them.

Because you didn't feel
like sharing the loot.

So that's what you've heard.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You got the headline right,
but the rest is bullshit.

What's that mean?

I did get rid of those guys.

But not because of the money.

I'm not a greedy fella.

Okay.

Then why did you kill them?

They no longer added value.

Take you, for example. You're here because

your brother knew that guy
at that security firm.

And that added value
with regards to our escape plan.

So…

Do I still add value?

Good as new.

Yes, now you add value again.

Lars?

Lars.

Lars, can you hear me?

How the hell did we end up here?

I don't just mean here, I mean…

I was so in love with you.

When we found each other,

I thought we would always be a team.

You and me.

I thought we would do all that stuff
we talked about.

That we would…

That we would have a good life together.

But it all turned into

accusations and arguments.

And disappointment.

It got so ugly.

And then…

Diego.

I'm so…

I'm so sorry about that.

It meant nothing.

Listen.

It really meant nothing.

Whatever.

What does it matter?

They're going to kill us anyway.

Name two of Parliament's
main functions.

Pass new legislation, adopt the fiscal
budget, supervise the Government.

Pass new legislation, adopt the fiscal
budget, and supervise the Government.

Good answer!

What is the budget
that accumulates all income…

-The fiscal budget.
-The fiscal budget.

Man, you're smart, Petter.
You could be a teacher.

Teacher?

I could be prime minister,
if I was born in the right 'hood.

Hello?

Come down here!

Hello!

Lars, what are you doing?

-Get down here!
-Lars, shut up!

Can someone come down here?

Shut up!

Lars?

What are you doing?

Lars?

Lars?

Roy, go check on them.

-I have to go to the bathroom.
-Piss your pants.

I have to go number two.

He has to take a dump!

Then let him!

-You aren't gonna try anything, are you?
-No.

Hang on.

Let me make sure

you don't have anything
you can surprise old Roy with.

Do you know

what these mean?

Look!

They mean I don't like people like you.

Okay.

But you're gonna give us that money.

That's why Petter says I can't touch you.

Exactly.

But then I thought…

If you just showed me your tits…

Your titties.

Then I could jerk off.

Maybe.

Not.

Guess I'll talk to Petter about that.

Yeah, I'll talk to Petter.

Untie me.

Lars?

Lars!

Lars?

Roy, how's it going down there?

Roy, what's going on?

He's as deaf as he's dumb.

Roy!

Fuck!

Roy, what the hell is going on?

Roy?

Roy?

What happened?

That guy knocked me out.

-Knocked me out with a sock.
-A sock?

Shit!

They can't have gotten far.

Come on.

Okay, Roy, you check the road.

Dave, you come with me.

Shit!

Come on…

Damn it!

-Bingo!
-What's that?

Nothing.

Give it here.

Give it.

Come on.

The boat key.

Smart.

You would've made it too,
if it wasn't for that flashlight.

Don't forget that you need me.

-For the money.
-That doesn't matter anymore.

Your man hit me, so now you have to die.
Those are the rules.

What fucking rules?

Please, don't do this.

Know how many whores I've heard say that?

Move away from the fridge.
I don't want to blow a hole in our beers.

Listen.

I've been thinking.

What you said in the basement,
about liking my body…

Your titties.

Right.

Roy…

It is Roy, right?

I mean… I couldn't say this
in front of the others.

Especially not in front of my husband.

But I like you too.

I was thinking maybe I could

go with you, after the bank.

That I could be with you.

We don't know each other that well.

But we could get
to know each other better.

I think we could have…

We could have fun together.

I mean, lots of fun.
If you know what I mean.

I don't know.

Yes, I think you know.

I see it in your eyes.

I see that you want it.

-But…
-But what?

-You're a…
-What am I?

What am I, Roy?

You're a--

You fucking…

Lisa!

Lisa!

Lisa!

No…

No, no, no.

Why?

Why did this have to happen?

What did Roy ever do to anybody?

Lars, come!

Come on.

Come.

I know how we ended up like this.

It isn't your fault.

It's my fault. It's all my fault.

You're right when you say I've given up.

I have.

I've blamed everyone but myself.

You, my job…

Danielle.

And eventually I just accepted
that everything had fallen apart.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

They're coming!

Take the boat.

-What about you?
-I'll be right behind you.

Lisa, down there in the kitchen with Roy?

That's the best fucking acting
I've ever seen.

Fucking…

Shit!

Come, Lisa.

Hold that bitch!

I tried to be nice, Lars.

Keep it civil.

Shame on me!

Live and learn, Lars.

Keep your mouth shut.

And in your case, learn what happens
when you fuck with Petter Larsen.

I've killed folk every which way, Lars.

Shot them, strangled them,

burned them, stabbed them to death,
beat them…

Stop it!

In '92,

I cut a dude's head off
with a wine opener.

But I've never shoved a guy's face
into a lawnmower, Lars.

So thanks for that!

Let him go!

What the fuck is going on here?!

SIX HOURS EARLIER

What the hell?!

Hello?

Hi there.

It's Hans.

Hans by the fjord.

Hans?

Sorry to be calling so late
to a young fellow like you.

But I was out driving.

I was going to the pharmacy.

I'm on meds, you know.

And I wasn't sure if I had any left.

But then I remembered
that the pharmacy was open late.

So I figured I'd go get some,
in case I didn't have any.

And then when I got home,
it turned out I had those meds anyway.

So that's how that went.

Why are you calling me
in the middle of the damn night?

Well, I drove past your cabin on the way.

And I saw that the lights were on.

Yeah, my son is there.

And there were
a number of cars parked outside.

And the front door was wide open, and…

Hang on.

-Did you go and check?
-No, I didn't.

I was worried
it might be a break-in or…

That's great, Hans.
Thank you so much for calling.

Good night!

Don't mention it.

Bye.

Hi, this is Lars.
Leave a message after the beep.

That fucking kid.

Goddamn cock-sucking legs!

Ahmed, my dear friend.

There's a problem down at my cabin--

Mikkel, go back to bed.
And you know I'm Abid.

They're destroying the place.
I have to get--

To bed. Then we'll talk.

Shove that bed up your ass!
I don't have time for this!

Fucking homomobile.

Motherfucking spaceship!

Fucking gasoline whore!

Hey, fatso!

Help me out here.

Fucking tree-hugging hippie bullshit
cock-sucking motherfuckers.

What the hell is going on here?

Mikkel!

Dad?

My cabin!

Don't come any closer.

One more step, and I'll cut her.

Tough talk.

For not having a shotgun.

Cut that, you little bitch.

Dad!

You're gonna watch while I kill your son

and fuck your daughter-in-law.

Dad!

-Dad!
-Get in the car!

My nose!

What nose?

Son of a bitch!

Lisa?

Go get the boat ready.

-Don't leave me.
-There something I have to do.

I have to.

Hey, get a grip.

Look at me. Look at me!

Get inside and dress that wound.

I'll take care of those two.

Okay?

Son of a bitch!

Come on.

Shit, shit, shit! Come on!

There. No more pain.

No more pain.

Going fishing?

What is it you want?

Why don't you just take the boat?

Because, you Swedish fucking cunt,

I still need that money.

And you're gonna get it for me.

No, no…

I've got folks who owe me money.
Lots of money.

Please don't.

Please.

Please.

No, no…

Dave "Horse Dick" Eriksen, right?

I didn't mean it.

I wasn't going to do it.

It was just…

It was just a joke. I swear.

Nice sweater.

Huh?

Lars?

How…

-How's it going?
-Fine, Dad.

I just

blew a guy's balls off with a shotgun.

I'm proud of you.

My boy.

You were right. Sunrises are nicer

than sunsets.

No!

Adios, Dave!

You're just going to abandon your buddy?

There are no buddies in my world, Lisa.

You either add value, or you don't.

Dave definitely had nothing more to add.

Why do you care about Dave?

He was going to turn your husband's ass
into ground beef.

Those images from the basement,

your husband begging
and licking my shoes…

Where do you think he is now?
Hiding in the woods?

Guess again, asshole!

Come on, you son of a bitch!

What the hell
makes you think you can fight?

Adios, Petter.

That's the dumbest thing I've ever seen.

Now you're gonna fucking die,

you little rat!

Sorry, but you no longer add value.

The police will be here in an hour.

Listen…

Down there in the basement.

Those billiard balls. How did you…

Anyway, we made it.

But we're still

in the same mess.

Broke, tons of debt.

We're still fucked, Lisa.

Or…

Maybe not.

THREE HOURS
AND FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

SURVIVED CABIN TERROR

FIVE DEAD IN CABIN MASSACRE

ESCAPED KILLERS KILLED BY COUPLE

What do you think
is the reason you survived?

I…

I think it's thanks to

our love.

And that it's as strong

as it is.

And now you're making your story
into a movie?

Yes, there's going to be a movie.

BIDDING WAR FOR SCREENPLAY

STORY SOLD FOR MILLIONS

MAKING FILM WITH HOLLYWOOD STARS

Subtitle translation by: Nick Norris