All language subtitles for Snabba Cash s01e01

Come on. Don't mess this up.

You got this.

Let's do it.

What the fuck?

- Leya! Leya! Where are you going?
- I have a meeting.

- You know you haven't paid rent in...
- I'll pay tomorrow, okay?

I don't know. What's the time?

- Okay, ready to go.
- Right. Hello.

This will be quick. No need to sit down.

Good. How are you?

You spent your seed money.
There's no more now.

Just listen to me for a sec.

I know the initial investment is gone,
but that's the world of startups.

Everybody's working on the next big thing.

Here, for example,
Conrad and Lennart's office.

These boys are brilliant.

They're working on an algorithm...

...that uses weather patterns
to predict economic trends.

They just got
a 50 million crown investment.

Really?

Here we have Johanna and Lina.

They're developing a new vegan cheese
and gearing up for mass production.

Okay.

Hello. Did you say a vegan cheese?

- Yes.
- It's very woke.

Well, there's a market. But you know what?

In three years,
they'll still be making hippy cheese.

TargetCoach will be as huge as Macking.

You're not making things
easy for me, Leya.

Marcus, come on.

Fifty million crowns. Even ten million.
You've seen what I can do with 1.5.

Think how far five mill would go.

You haven't been able
to pay your own salary...

- Marcus!
- ...for four months!

- Hold on.
- Leya.

- Wait. Just a second.
- Yes, I'm coming.

You've already invested
1.5 million crowns.

Give me a second round.

You have a hair there.

You know what you are?

You're a pain in the ass.
Worse than my wife.

Yeah.

I'm in for five million crowns more.

But promise me you'll keep this annoying
and intense fucking drive you showed me.

That's the only thing that'll work.
We have to move fast, okay?

Yeah, no problem.

Fine.

I'll have my lawyers draw up
a new contract and send it to you tonight.

Congratulations.

Coming through!

- How did it go?
- I got extra cash!

- You're joking?
- No, seriously. He said yes.

Give me a couple of weeks,
and I'll bring you in.

And it's gonna be fucking awesome!
Fucking great!

- It's go time!
- Ssh! Keep it between you and me.

- Tell me everything.
- I fucked him there and then, Viktoria.

You should have seen me.

It was like he was sold and wanted
to give me a whole bunch of money.

Come on. So it's a done deal, right?
You have what you need?

- I'm telling you, he was sold.
- I can't believe it! That's so sick!

- Time to get fucked up! Just celebrate!
- I'm so fucking happy!

- Yeah!
- You're awesome!

- Viktoria, how are you?
- Great. How are you?

This is Carl-Johan.
He went to the same boarding school.

Hi. Hello.

Carl-Johan's family has a house
near ours on the French riviera.

- Yeah. Next time, I'll tag along.
- You came at the right time.

Hey, you should have seen us!

Mommy?

- Mommy?
- Hm?

Mommy, I don't feel good.

Sorry, sweetie. Mommy needs more sleep.

- Mommy!
- Hm?

Hey, hey sweetie.

Mommy, I'm sick. I don't feel good.

I have a fever.

No, you don't have a fever.

I do too.

Okay.
Want to come to work with Mommy today?

Yeah.

Okay. Go get dressed.
Mommy will make you breakfast.

Fuck.

This is Marcus. Please leave a message.

Hey, Marcus. How are you? It's Leya.

Listen, uh,
I haven't received that contract.

It would be really great
if you could have it sent over to me ASAP

so we can get this show on the road. Um...

Feel free to call me whenever
if you have any questions or whatever.

I'm really excited
to expand our partnership.

And I'm eager to get started,
so call me back.

Have a great day.

George.
Two Fanoos specials. Fast, please.

Hey, little boss man.
Are you helping us today?

- Yes.
- Said, what did I tell you?

You can't mix your private receipts
with the company's.

It screws up the accounting.

Those are not personal.
They're all business expenses.

- What are you munching on?
- Bread.

You like it?

- Fanoos Restaurant.
- George, how is that order?

- I'm almost done.
- Okay. One chicken kebab.

That's it?

Yeah, 20 minutes. Thanks.

- One chicken kebab.
- On it.

- That was great.
- Thanks. We had a blast.

- Goodbye. Thanks, everyone.
- You're a great singer!

- How much for the melon?
- Twenty, please.

Just for one?

What do you want, man?

There you go.

Yeah, come on.
It's time to head back, bro.

Hey! This is our territory,
motherfucker! You hear me?

Tell that to Dani.

You said you didn't want to waste time,
you fucking asshole,

so where is the contract?

Hey, how are you? All good?

So-so.

I think my investor is playing me.
I don't like it.

Why is that?

He was supposed to send a contract,
but I haven't received it.

- And I have a convertible loan.
- What does it mean?

If he doesn't send the new funding,
I'll go bankrupt.

Then this guy gets everything.

My life's work, my blood and sweat,
my money. Literally everything.

He's in a position to...
to completely fuck me over.

That sounds bad.

Try not to worry too much over work, okay?
I'm sure you'll fix it.

Let me know if you need help. I'm serious.

- Okay?
- Hm-mm.

- Hi, Leya.
- Good morning.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Nice to see you.
- Yeah, same here.

- How are you?
- Fine, thanks. You look really nice.

- Thanks. You too.
- Thanks.

All right. So...

What can I do for you?

So, I came to see what was up
with the new contract we're planning.

Marcus said he was drawing
a new convertible bond for me.

Uh...

We... we had a meeting yesterday
because he's going on a business trip.

He didn't say anything about that.

Oh, that's really weird.

He said he would explain everything to you
then send the contract to me.

Maybe he just forgot to mention it.

- That's possible...
- No. No, I don't think so.

He would not forget that.

What the fuck are you doing?

Seriously? I know what your game is.
You're trying to bleed me dry.

You know I'm gonna go bankrupt.

You said you were drawing up the contract
and didn't want to waste time,

so what the fuck are you pulling now?

Listen. Please, call me right now.
We can work this out. Right?

I know you see the potential.
TargetCoach is gonna be big-time.

Call me, please.

- So there you are.
- Yeah.

- How are you?
- Fine. How are you?

I'm good.
I was thrilled to hear about Werner.

- That's awesome.
- Yeah, it's huge. So fucking huge.

Sara and Malcolm have just offered me
a position in their company.

They're expanding.

Ramping up.

Come on, Viktoria.

- I really think you shouldn't.
- I didn't agree to anything.

We're still on, you and I, right?

Yeah. Yeah, of course we are.

Okay, cool. 'Cause I think we're really
on to something great, you know?

It's gonna be fucking amazing.

- See you later.
- Sure.

What are you doing
in this creepy little room anyway?

I didn't even know it was here.

- You ready?
- Well, I am.

Come on, dude. Your piece.

Nah, don't bring anything. I know him.

You want us to go in naked?

Listen. Salim, you're with me.
Nala, you're coming too.

- Ari, you stay here. Everyone cool?
- Any sign of trouble, call me.

Okay. Come on.

- What up, Marko?
- All good, Ravy.

The king is here.

Let's quit the ghetto bullshit and have
a conversation like grown men, all right?

Okay with you?

I was under the impression
we had a clear deal.

You agreed to stick to your territory.
And you agreed the same, Ravy.

But that's not what happened.

Why the hell not?

These bastards took out my man, Besam.

Now they're gonna pay for that.

You're doing business on my turf.

We sent a message.

- We expanded. It's a free market.
- I'll expand your mom's ass for my dick.

- Watch it. There are kids around.
- Hey, hey. Here's the deal.

- What's with you?
- There will be no expansion.

You stay on your turf.
Everybody sticks to their territories.

I want zero bodies. It's bad for business.

No fucking around.
Do you want to make money or not?

You want my contacts,
you'll follow my rules. Everybody digs?

If I see any of those parasites
on my turf,

then I won't be so nice. You hear?

Comin' after all of you. You clear?

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Stop that now. You're gonna shake hands.

You shake hands and we move on. All right?

Be smart, guys.
We all need you to be smart.

- Bunch of pussies.
- I'll give it to you good.

Oh, yeah? Wanna try?
I'm gonna fuck you up, little bitch.

- Wanna try it?
- Yeah, I'll give you some.

Come on. Let's go.

I'll fuck you up the ass
and make you my bitch.

- Yeah, be careful.
- Motherfucker.

Let's roll.

- No girl should talk like that.
- Okay. Come on.

- What if they wanna buy in bulk?
- We can sell them whatever.

Like I said, it's one gram minimum.
Pay attention.

- Yalla.
- Coming. All good?

- We got weed?
- We got flowers.

Twelve for two. We have oil.

- Take this and go. Get to work.
- That's the deal?

See that?
What the fuck was that handshake?

What are you talking about?

The way the guy shook my hand.

Like this.
That's how he shook my hand, for real.

Completely limp, man.

That's not right. Not right.

He shook your hand like a grandma.
We knew he was a pussy. Forget about it.

Sitting there with his snus, the fuck.

So what are we gonna do?

What do we do now?

We need Marko's connections,
so we gotta be smart.

But they went too far. They gotta pay.

Felt like I was holding
a dead fucking fish.

That pussy bitch.

Fuck.

Yo. What up? Ready?

- Yeah.
- Let's do this. Let's roll.

Yeah. Come on. Douse it.

- You have to press down.
- I know. I got this.

- Hurry up!
- Yeah, chill. I'm on it

Get the front.

Let go! Douse the shit.

Come on!

- Here we go.
- Get it.

Come on. Someone's gonna come.

Shit! Look at that!

Fuck!

Hey!

Motherfuckers! What the fuck?

Come on!

Fuck you, you cocksucker!

It's fine.
I don't have any plans anyway.

It's Tim I'm thinking about.

It's already the third time
you've canceled.

I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong.

Okay, my mistake.

Of course it makes me frustrated.

That's fine.

Sure. Have a nice weekend then. Yeah, bye.

Hey!

- What are you doing?
- I was talking to your mom.

I've made us a nice spaghetti carbonara.

Oh, right.
Yeah, you're a vegetarian, Ronja.

But you could just
remove the bacon pieces.

I don't want your fucking carbonara.

Magazine.

This is the spring here.

The barrel. That's the part you clean.

- Did Ravy and the others say anything?
- We'll get there. Don't worry.

Focus on that for now.

That goes up there.

The Kurdish Rambo.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You got this, bro.

- I am the Kurdish Rambo.
- Kurdish Rambo!

Give it here.

- One more thing, though.
- Hm.

You must make a decision.

You can back out,
but it has to be before you start,

'cause once you start, you can't hesitate.

- No sweat. I'm gonna fuck them up.
- Yeah, I know, bro.

I'm just saying.

Come on, Sami.

Mommy, look.

Uh...

What? What the hell is this?

Sami!

Wait, baby.

This is not ours, okay? So you can't play.

Sami, please.

Can you do me a favor
and watch Sami for 20 minutes?

- I have an appointment at the salon.
- Twenty minutes, tops.

I promise I'll be back in 20 minutes.

- Sami, come here.
- Hello, Sami.

- Come, sweetheart. I've got some candy.
- I want to play with the car.

Be good. I'll be back soon.

- Thanks a lot. Twenty minutes. I promise.
- Okay.

Hey. Shit! What the hell is that?

Well, it's... Is Ravy here today?

- Hey, Ravy!
- Yo.

Yannick's girl's here.

Let her in.

- What the hell is this?
- That's what I wanna know.

What the fuck is this shit?

What's wrong, baby? You out of gas?

Why did you buy Sami such a big ass car?

I don't have room for that.
Where am I supposed to put it?

I have a big problem.
Here's my problem. I have too much money.

Two restaurants, a gym,
a tanning salon, a beauty salon...

I understand. Must be hard.

Did you keep the receipt?

I get you a 2,500 crown toy,
and you want the receipt?

How about a fucking "thank you, Ravy"?

You know it's not about the gift.

You can't...

You know what?
I didn't come here to argue with you.

I came to return a gift I never wanted
and politely say, "Thanks, but no thanks,"

and just stay away from me and my boy.
Got it?

You have to let me see Sami.

He's my blood. My brother's son.

As long as you're in the game,
it's not gonna happen.

You know how I feel about that.

So fucking ungrateful.
I can't believe it.

We can't always
get what we want, Sami.

I know you liked the car, buddy, but...

we just couldn't keep it.

But I have a better idea.

When your mommy becomes filthy rich,

we'll buy you way better cars.
A thousand of 'em if you want.

Like that?

Hm-mm.

But I want to go to the Gröna Lund
amusement park every day.

You still like your apartment?

Sure, bro.

If you don't, let me know.
I'll get you another one.

- You getting any sleep?
- Sometimes.

But not enough, you know?

What do you mean?
You getting high every night, or what?

No, man.
I just have a little nightcap. That's it.

Okay. Whatever you say.

You know you can always talk to me, right?

If there's something on your mind
or bugging you,

you can always come talk to me, man.

Thanks, Rav.

Bro, we are who we are,

but sometimes
we need to get things off our chests.

You feel me?

Never thought you'd play shrink with me.
I appreciate it. For real.

But I'm telling you, I'm fine.

Okay.

You should get yourself a girl.

Be good for you.
You wouldn't be so lonely.

It's easy now.
You have Instagram, Tinder, Minder.

Just write, "What's up?"
Five minutes later, she's yours.

- Hey...
- What?

So listen...

there's some trouble ahead of us.

We need to watch each other's backs.

What do you mean?

Dani and his fucking bunch of parasites.

I'd rather see
their moms crying than ours.

You can put it over there, Sami.

You know,
everything your dad did was for us.

- Mommy, can we go soon?
- No, Sami. We're gonna stay for a while.

Just wait.

We must never forget your daddy.

What's up, guys?

- Hey.
- Yo.

You guys can take off.

Okay.

Yalla. Let's roll.

You have my word that no one here
is gonna sell my product to your brother,

and if anyone who does...

Listen. Listen to me! If anyone...

Hey, Salim.
Go now! Go, go, go, go, go!

Motherfuckers!

- Get the little bitches!
- We can't stay here, bro.

- We gotta go now!
- The cops will be here soon!

Where did they come from?

- Those motherfuckers!
- I know! But we need to go!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Son of a bitch!

Fuck me.

- Shit.
- Salim...

- Chill.
- What the fuck was that?

Chill, man.

Oh, shit. I'm screwed.

Imagine what Ravy will say.

- I had one job!
- Listen, bro.

It's not on you. It was fucking
bulletproof glass. You couldn't know.

Hey. Listen to me.

Listen to me, bro.

Shit didn't go as planned, I know,
but that was not your fault.

Don't worry.

I'll take the blame, all right?

I'll tell Ravy and the boys you did great.
You were ice cold.

Do you know how much you disappointed me?
What happened?

How stupid can you fucking be, really?
You understand what I'm saying?

We had a sit-down. You agreed to a truce,

and within five minutes,
you fucking break it?

Come on!

- We can make this right.
- You think you can do this without me?

Do you, Ravy?

Just say the word, I'm disappearing
this motherfucker for you.

We'll find out 'cause I'll tell you this...

I am done supplying you.

You've burned all the bridges.
You've shot yourself in the fucking foot.

- This is not what I wanted.
- We can take this asshole out.

We've got this, Ravy. Me and Ari.

Now is not the time.
We must fix this shit.

I'm with Tomas Storm, Sweden's
most successful tech entrepreneur.

You're holding an open pitch session
next week in Stockholm.

You currently have offices
in ten countries.

And you're worth how much now?

More than enough.

Right. So, what would you say
is the best thing about your life?

Freedom
from the rat race you people live in.

When you have as much money as I do,
you don't have to play by the rules.

I am the system.

For listeners
who'd like to reach that level,

what would your advice be?

Nothing will be handed to you.

If you want anything,
you have to reach out and take it.

There you have it,
directly from Tomas Storm...

- Viktoria, we need to talk for a sec.
- Sure. What's up, girl?

I know you're supposed to pitch soon
for Tomas Storm.

- You doing it too?
- No, I missed the deadline.

I thought we had a solid deal
with Marcus Werner.

Wait. What are you saying?
That deal's dead?

There never was a deal.

He just wants to bankrupt me
and use the bond to poach my company.

I need a new investor.

If Thomas gets on board,
we could all profit from it.

- All I'm asking for is a chance.
- What the fuck are you doing to me?

- Seriously.
- I'll give you a stake in my company.

How much?

Five per cent.

7.5.

Hm. I can do 6.5.

If only Tomas finances me in full.
That's my final offer. I'm not budging.

Do we have a deal or not?

We're enabling
restaurant owners to integrate

all of the different systems
within the supply chain into one.

We allow them
to measure their KPIs in real time

and analyze and visualize their data now.
Thank you.

Thanks very much.

The biggest question
within a startup is,

"What will be the next big thing?"

Some people think they know the answers,
and some don't have a clue.

But everyone is hoping that their startup
will be the next unicorn.

By using AI technology,

we give you better odds
by testing your concept early

and analyzing
the likes and reactions in real time.

It's almost like looking into the future.

TargetCoach helps you find out
what people really want.

Well, some people don't like change,

but you have to embrace change
if the alternative is disaster, right?

Bye-bye.

So, heard anything interesting?

Okay. That's too bad.

Hm-mm.

Wow! To be among such talent
is refreshing. I feel young again.

But now, to the one
you've all been waiting for.

He's the founder
of the communication platform Macking.

The winner will be granted an investment
from Macking Invest,

but even more important,

have the opportunity
to have him as mentor.

So, please help me welcome Tomas Storm!

Yeah!

Uh...

I feel young again. Right?

Listen. I know everybody in tech
loves their jargon

and startup motivational bullshit,

but I don't have time
for that kind of thing.

As you all know, I'm here
to present a prize to today's winner.

But before I do that,
let me just say first,

if you really want to become
a successful entrepreneur,

you absolutely
must have the courage to fail.

And I don't see
that quality in any of you.

Your ideas are all so safe,
it makes me want to scream.

I see people who simply tried to copy
and replicate existing ideas

in older recipes for success

but who all suffer from a complete
lack of originality and creativity.

That's why there'll be no winner today.

Okay, then. Bye.

- I should have won the prize.
- Why is that?

Why? Because I was the best.

I'm sure all of them
thought they were the best.

Difference is, I'm not some
spoiled rich kid. I don't come from money.

Is that part of your winning pitch?

Whatever.

Remember when you launched Macking
and had to partner up with Telia?

- How much money did you lose?
- Okay. That's enough.

No, no. Let me finish.
I want an answer. I want an answer!

How much money did you lose?
A hundred million?

You lost a hundred million crowns.

That's a lot.
Must have hurt, like big time.

If you had used TargetCoach,
you wouldn't have lost that much money.

But I'm sure you know best.

Fuck.

Hey, yo.

What's up, boys?

Um, nothing.
Just chilling, you know.

Just chilling?
Okay, I'll cut to the chase then.

You have fucked up, boys.

You burned the wrong fucking scooter.
What's the matter with you?

Was it yours?

Seriously?
You think I'm cheap, or what?

When people have a problem here,
they come to me for help.

You owe me money for the scooter.
I've taken over the debt.

- You understand?
- The dickhead spat on my girl's shoes.

Little man, I don't care
if the man spit in you bitch's eye.

I want 20 grand.

More money than you have
freckles on your face.

You have till tomorrow. Dig?

Fuck!

Fuck! Tim, fuck!

Tim, how the hell are you gonna find
that much money?

Me? You were there with me, guys.

We wouldn't be in this mess
if it wasn't for your stupid girlfriend.

What are you gonna do?
Where are you gonna find 20 grand?

- Hey.
- What?

Where do you think
you'll find 20 grand anyway?

I haven't really thought about that yet.

No...

But what happens
if you don't pay these guys?

They could, like, kill you or whatever?

No, I don't think so.
They wouldn't kill me over 20 grand.

No.

Leya!

Leya, where are you?

Are you done with that?

No.

No. I'm working, sorry.

Hey!

Nice to see you.

Sorry, I need to finish work.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Hey, I'm sorry.
I don't think we have a choice here.

Just follow me, okay?

No, no. I can't sing.

Please, I'll dance,
but you have to sing.

Thanks a lot.
We'll share the entertainment fee, right?

Bravo!

Bravo!

Hey.

Hey.

I just wanted to tell you,
my name is Salim.

Okay.

Oh, fuck.

- What's wrong?
- It's my fucking babysitter.

Such a pain in my ass.

- You have a kid?
- Hm-mm.

Sami. He's five years old.

- For real?
- Hm-mm.

That's great.

Kiss me.

- Kiss me.
- Damn it. I have to go home.

I'm so sorry. I feel really stupid. Sorry.

Hey, it's okay.

Can I see you again?

Yeah, I think you will.

I'm sorry, Fatima.

Honest. I'm really sorry. I mean it.

- How was it? Good?
- Yeah, he ate and we watched a movie.

- What did he eat?
- Pizza.

You're the best.

I'll send you a little extra.

Great, but that's what you said
the last time, and you forgot.

- You're kidding me?
- No.

- Sorry. I'll pay you double, okay?
- Hm-mm.

- I have an exam tomorrow so have to go.
- Okay, okay.

- Take care of yourself.
- Yeah.

Bring a banana and a bottle of water
so you can stay focused. Good luck.

- Thank you.
- You're great, Fatima.

- Good night.
- You're the best.

Bro, where are we going?
I told my girl I'd see her.

- What?
- She's already been waiting two hours.

- Mr. Romantic all of a sudden.
- If she leaves me, that's on you, man.

- Where to?
- What's this guy doing?

What? What?

What's up?

Come on, Salim. Shoot!

Salim!

Drive! Go! Go! Go!

- Fuck! Motherfucker shot me!
- Come on! Come on!

Bro! Ari! Bro!

Answer me, bro!

Fuck! Hey, man. Brother.

Hey, bro! Come on!

Emergency operator.
How can I help you?

Yeah, my friend's been shot.
He's here in the car with me.

- It's really bad.
- What's your location?

We're on Oslogatan.
It's behind the parking structure.

- Do you have an address?
- Fuck!

Fuck!

Listen. I think I've been shot.
I can feel it. I'm bleeding from my head.

- Are you hurt? Are you shot?
- Ari, you hold on. Stay with me, bro.

- Yeah, they've got him in the head.
- But you can still talk?

Shut the fuck up
and send help, you bitch! He's dying!

No need to swear, sir. Just calm down.

Send me an ambulance, please.
I don't want my friend to die.

I need to get clear information.

- Two people have been shot...
- Send an ambulance now!

Come on! Come on, bro.
Hang in there.

Ambulance is coming, brother.
They'll be here soon.

You can't die, man.
You're the Kurdish Rambo, right?

You're the Kurdish Rambo, brother.

Come on, bro. Don't die.

- Please hold on for me.
- Come on, brother.

Leya.

- Yeah?
- Someone wants to talk to you.

- Who?
- No idea.

Hm.

- Welcome to Fanoos.
- Thanks.

What brings you here?

Why are you passionate about startups?

- What?
- Honest answer.

Okay. Well, It's not about startups.
It's about TargetCoach.

TargetCoach is a fucking good idea,
and my data proves it works.

If I can help companies
save money and time and help them grow,

then I'll be happy.

I also want to make money.
I want my unicorn.

I see.

Hm.

This food is bomb too.

- I'll pass it on to George, our chef.
- Good.

I want you to meet our investment
committee as soon as possible.

They'll go through every piece
of information about your company.

Okay. And then what?

If everything looks good,
I'll put in some money.

- You're joking, right?
- No.

Okay.

You're not already involved
with some bush league investors, I hope?

- No.
- No convertible loan? No shit like that?

No.

All right.

- See you.
- Absolutely.

Okay.