All language subtitles for mnbvcderdswa

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Do I have to make a speech?
- Yes, Nils. You really do.

- How fine you are.
- Thank you.

Hello.

Yes, there it was.
Better get dressed.

Ingvar...

Stop!

Shit!

I'm not great speaker
but...

It is a great honor
to be nominated for this year's citizen.

But it is strange to get a price
for doing what you like.

I'm just a man who keeps
a strip of civilization open …

… through the wilderness.

When I was a kid
I liked Indian books …

- and you can say I have become
a kind of… pathfinder.

Even though I find
the same path again and again.

Yes…

Yes, thank you so much.

That's good.
It was really nice.

Very good.

You were so funny yesterday.

It was a nice trip.

That's fine.
Have fun. And say hello.

- So it's the new snow blower?
- Yes.

It is a thumping big one.

Damn it.

You…
Do you hear anything?

It's The Center Party,
calling on you.

You are a success, Nils.
It's no secret.

You have shown it is possible to succeed
even if you don't come from Norway.

We need people like you.

A successful
fully integrated immigrant.

And "immigrant", it is well meant
in this context.

Well, we're fine,
Gail and me.

I am probably best at
minding my own business.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes... No.

If all had that attitude
we wouldn't have a democracy.

- The diploma has to hang somewhere.
- Yes.

It could fit here.

Hold this, please?

Is it him?

Yes. An overdose...

It is this and that one...
And this is important.

Ingvar was not a drug addict.

It what all parents says, unfortunately.

Ingvar was not a drug addict.

What are you going to do?

It's difficult to do anything…

about young people
destroying themselves.

You don't intend to do anything.

We didn't know our own son.

He was a drug addict,
and we knew nothing.

Nothing.

Ingvar lies dead in there
of an overdose.

Ingvar was not a drug addict.

Do you hear?

Nils?

Finn?

Sorry.

Sorry. It was not
supposed to end like this.

I just wanted to borrow it...

I work for them.

I know when and where the cocaine is
coming, and I drive around.

I just wanted to borrow it.

And Ingvar… It's true,
he knew nothing.

He did me a great service,
but he knew nothing.

And now they want to take me.

Because it's my fault.
So it's quite okay.

But I just thought that if
a single bag disappears…

…they probably wouldn't notice,
who took it.

But they always find out,
those people.

- What are those people?
- I don't think you want to know.

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

What are those people?

Do you have any money?
I have to go to Sweden.

What are those people?

Jappe is the only
I have had contact with.

I only know Jappe.

Now you tell me where I can find
Jappe. And then you disappear from here.

Jappe?

Greetings from Finn.

- I don't know any Finn.
- Yes, you do.

You know my son Ingvar.
He works on the airfield.

I know many people.

Go home to your village.
And then stay there. It's safe and sound.

Okay?

Goddamn it!

I want to know
what happened to him.

I want to know
what happened to him.

I just got the message.

By whom?

Ronaldo.

Ronaldo said
that they had taken something from us.

I was told to fix this shit.
Make it look like an overdose.

- Ronaldo… is this him?
- Yes.

Rune, everything okay?

Okay?

- It's just… Jonathan
- What about him?

What is happening here?

- It's just Jonathan.
- What's with him?

He bully me.

Aha, what do you do about it?

Rune... Rune.

It's not a problem.

Jonathan bully you,
because he thinks you're weak, right?

So you just show him
that is not the case.

You…

- Do you want me to beat him?
- Yes, for example.

You…

But you're not supposed to.

It's not all,
you need to think too hard about. You…

- He is big.
- Rune, then you just crack.

But then I just as stupid
as he is.

Jappe disappeared.

Who is Jappe?

Jappe is one of my employees.
You know what?

There is something
not quite right here.

Didn't we agreed not to talk
business on the way to school?

Wasn't that what we agreed?

Yes.

Did you remember the fruit?

He must have five different kinds of
organic fruit and vegetables every day.

Didn't we talked about it before?

- Yes.
- Yes, we have.

Rune? So there will be
no fruit today…

…and I am truly sorry.

I hope you see,
I'm innocent in this matter.

Have a good day, Dad.

You… Now remember what I said.
You just…

LAPD!
It is quite insane.

It's like on TV.
There are shootings. The Wild West.

Twice they have
tried to shoot him.

The one time they ripped his foot.
It went fine, but…

It is quite sick.
I got this mug from him.

"To serve and protect".

You can get out.
You'll survive.

Next time you go out.

- Who is it?
- Nils Dickman. Citizen Of The Year.

It's a damn lie! Dickman?

Poor thing was unlucky with the name.

Are not you gonna ask
where I've been?

Who told you and Jappe
to kill Finn and Ingvar?

Strike said it should
be taken care of.

And they were not just to disappear.

If Norwegian children just disappear…

…there's always some damn troublesome
parents who are looking for them.

Where do I find Strike?

Where do I find Strike?

- Airport.
- He works at the airport?

He flies the coke in
and the money out.

Is this him?

Good.

You are a dead man.

It's the fourth gym suit you lost.

Why do you think that happens, Marit?
Because I have a job, right?

I'm trying to make money, so we can
afford to buy a gym suit.

Now you take these
and buy as much gym suits…

…you have a new set for each
fucking gymnastics lesson in his life.

Have a nice day.

I've talked with my lawyer…

…and we propose a new scheme in which he
stays ten days with me and four with you.

A week with me, a week with you.
That's the deal.

It's confusing for him.
He needs a base…

…a home where
he feels safe

Well he can be here all the time.

That'll never work

We both know what
kind of a father you are.

You give him Fruit Loops
for breakfast.

What the hell are you saying?
Froot Loops?

I am vegan, Marit! He has not gotten
none e-number in this house…

…since you filled him up
with cheap baby porridge!

- Is this a bad time?
- Oh no.

I just discuss Froot Loops
and gym suits with my son's mother.

We're just enjoying ourselves.

My lawyer will be in touch.

Interesting that you take it up, for
I want to talk a little with you about it.

Which of us do you think you can afford
the most expensive lawyer?

- What the hell is it now?
- Ronaldo has disappeared.

Relax. He's not here.
Don't worry.

Who are you?

Nils.

There is not room for both of us.
There is a turning space back there.

Ill try that.

You don't have the seat belts on.

Are you really aware
who you're fucking with here?

Tell.

Who is it?

You are so done.

Who is it?

Well, are you're tired now, old man?

Yes.

One thing is my cocaine.
Fifteen kilos of raw cocaine.

It is what it is.

It's something different with my people.
One man, maybe two may disappear.

But three man can damn not disappear,
without someone causing them to disappear.

Someone is after my people
and my territories.

And it is not hard to guess who.

- The fucking Albanians.
- Serbs.

We shared Oslo with them, right?
We shared southern Norway, city by city.

They even got
the fatty oil pigs in Stavanger.

They were allowed
to use the airfield…

…so they could land their shit.
In peaceful coexistence.

- I have been incredibly nice.
- Too nice.

And this is the thanks.
This is how they thank me.

The land with drug several times a week.
Go up there. Get one of them.

Get me one of them.

- Do you know what he looks like?
- No, but don't you think we'll know?

Why the hell do we get all that snow?
I don't know how we stand it.

- It's snowing all the time.
- It's the welfare.

There isn't any hot country
that has welfare.

When the weather is great
you do not need a welfare state.

Then you gather a banana
and is done with it.

- What's happening?
- It's the snow.

In Bali, Thailand, Vietnam…
people has to fend for themselves.

Spain is on the ass.
Portugal is on the ass.

Greece is on the ass. Italy is
on the ass. It is hot countries.

Hospitals have no personnel.
The families must come with food.

South America is a hole. Africa is a
hole. California soon go bankrupt.

Sun or welfare.

I think I have got something in the eye.

- In the eye or on the eye?
- In the eye.

Yes.

- So you better see a doctor.
- No, it's nothing serious.

I see him.
It is night vision that fail.

- Shall I drive?
- No.

I can drive.

Well, we won't get much more out of him.

Do not say a damn thing.
We have been at it all night.

Well …but then…

Then there isn't so much
to talk about.

Now they must learn
that they can not do as they please.

BUMPER-TO-BUMPER DRIVING.
WAIT FOR SNOWPLOW.

- Long time No see.
- Yes.

What do you want?

Someone killed Ingvar.

Killed?

Someone told somebody
to kill him.

Why do you come here
to say that?

You are his uncle.
I have never asked you for anything.

You can sit on this.

- Turn off now.
- Two minutes.

- Give me the remote.
- What are you doing? Do not be silly.

- Is it a sexy foreplay for you?
- Sexy…

Why are you so annoying?
Stop it!

Go out and make coffee!

Rumor has it that Ingvar and Finn
has stolen a bag from the Count.

Count? Do you know him?

I once worked
for his father. Bullit.

His son Count
took over the business.

He was fucking great.
He and the Serbs share the market.

- I will kill him.
- You will?

You could never kill anyone.

I have killed a Jappe,
a Ronaldo and a Strike.

I rolled them into chicken wire
and threw them in the waterfalls.

Then the little fish can get in
and gnaw the flesh from the bones…

…so they do not swell.
Then they just are there.

But the Count is not just
a fucking Ronaldo or Jappe.

He's a dangerous bastard.
You can not neck him.

Thank you.

What is he doing here? I told you to
keep away from the criminal types.

- This is my brother! My little brother.
- Brother, no…

She's just a little worried that you
are one of the old boys.

I have promised her
to to behave myself.

I will at least try.

- Forget it, Nils.
- A father must surely avenge his son!

Have you become Dirty Harry, or what?
Drop that bullshit.

Nils!

Wait a minute.
Do not be so damn childish!

You're damn right as annoying
as mother.

If you say something bad about mother
I'll knock your teeth in.

Okay.

The Counts name is Ole Forsby.

But if you must kill him
you must get an assassin.

How do I find one?

There is one who calls himself the Chinese.
I think he is still active.

What's with these names?

The Chinese, The Count,
Dirty Harry, Bullit, Jappe.

It is an old gangster thing.

What is your name?

Wingman.

- Wingman?
- Yeah, you know… like in Top Gun.

The movie…
"You Can be my wingman."

How do I find the Chinese?

Have you got the money? Do not worry,
she can't understand a word. Have you?

Yes, 90,000.

Okay.
You book a hotel room for him.

But only give him half
before he does the job.

He has a fear of flying and taking the
train. You pick him up at the station.

Not in your own car,
then he sees the license plate.

Take a taxi, give him the address. Take
home and wait, and then check on the web.

Once you know that he is dead, you send
the rest of the money to the hotel.

Is there anything you are unsure about?

Why is he called the Chinese?

It must be cold here
for a Chinese.

No. Half now
and then half when I…

I don't know your name.
I don't know your house.

I don't know if you send the rest
when the job is done.

As a biologist, I am optimistic.
Much is pointing in the right direction.

We have become more humane
towards each other and towards animals.

The default behavior 100 years ago
we now perceive as barbaric.

We kill each other
in increasingly smaller extent.

We have got our sushi.

Here you go.

Well, well. Getting lots of people.

Exotic today,
how cozy.

Yes?

Then we'll see
if I will buy. Rune?

We need to hold a small meeting here.
Why don't you go and take a carrot?

Okay.

Cold.
It's called "to make me cold."

- Cold? Okay.
- Is the the Albanian Papa?

- We have a little trouble with him for the time.
- Papa is Serb.

- No, it's not Papa.
- Who is it?

Okay, you want to sell me the name of him
that want me cool. I get it.

How much?

Fine. You are a business man.
Understood.

I know very well
that the Chinese is Asia's Jews.

- So you buy?
- I'm buying.

Deposit the money here. When I see it
has gone into accounts in the Cayman…

…I'll tell you the name
on your enemy.

It's called "account". Non accounts.

Singular.

Fine.

- Dickman.
- Dickman, Dickman.

My dad had a damn
Dickman on the payroll.

What was his name?
Wing... Lord? Wing King? Wing... Geir?

- Wingman.
- Yes, Wingman, dammit!

- Good, old Wingman wants me dead.
- So I say thank you and go.

Hey, I just
a little moral question for you.

Now you are in Norway.
This is not a banana republic.

Here in Norway
we keep our agreements.

I kept my word.
You give money, I give enemy.

That agreement you have held.
But now I think of the other one.

You made a deal…

- with a paying Norwegian citizen
about making me cold.

And that agreement you have not met.

Ugh.

Will you please leave the carpet?

Really good maki roll.

- Doesn't it smell like firecrackers?
- No, isn't it more like Chinese food?

Fried, right?

- Soya in roll.
- Kung Fu tomaki.

Imagine if someone discovers us?

No one discovers us if we
are cautious.

Hey, it will be OK.

I've lit them all.

- How did it go?
- It went well.

- I did basically as you said.
- Basically?

I gave him all the money. He can't
rely on someone he doesn't know.

- There are perfect snow conditions right now.
- Damn it!

I just thought it would be good
for you to go skiing.

Do you know what
Dickman means in Norwegian?

"Pikmand".

It hell does.

FLOUR-KING PARTY WITH THE CELEBS:
THRIVES AS SINGLE!

Hello, Wingman.

Do you have time for a little conversation?

Actually it's just
a small request.

Hello hello.

It's been a while.
Do you remember me?

Ole, you know.
We have room for one more in here.

Are you sitting comfortably?

You've grown old.
You must take good care of yourself.

Shit.
I need help.

Someone is after me.
A hit man called Dickman.

I know only one
called Dickman, and that's you.

I was thinking of course,
that it may be a coincidence.

It may be
another Dickman than you.

But I don't believe
in coincidences…

…so I thought
I just had to go to you…

…and then ask you.
Ask you, ask for help…

…to try to find out,
if perhaps one in your family…

…isn't not so happy about me.

Right?
An uncle or a father…

…or brother
or a naughty nephew or…

Dickman…

I have never been able
to forgive your father.

What?

He took my woman from me.

That dick
had a thousand women.

- You know that?
- One of them was mine.

And what does that have to do with me?

His blood runs in your veins.

His grin sitting is on your mouth.

I've drove damn far
hoping to get a good story.

I took all three of them:
Ronaldo, Jappe, Strike.

It was just the start.

Why are you telling me this?

So Chinese didn't get you?
Too bad.

You can do whatever
the hell you want with me.

I have cancer in the ass.

I shit on you.

- Where's my cocaine?
- I have flushed it down the toilet.

- 15 kg.
- At least.

I can give you
a horrible painful death.

Pain is just weakness leaving the body.

Hell,
there I was quite touched.

Now, you're fucking touching me.
Quite into the soul.

That's fine.

It's fine.

So it is.

Wingman.

Not here.

It is now.

They called us to tell
where we could find him.

And what is it they hanged him on?

1389!

- This is a serious provocation.
- What are you talking about?

Norwegians don't know the
Kosovo battle in 1389.

The plate just states the
height above sea level.

It was his first trip.

"Give me the chance."

"I am a grown man."

"I am your son."

"You will be proud of me."

And now he hangs here
in a foreign country.

Like a mongrel.

We must bury him
in the homeland.

We must.

- We will avenge us.
- We must, Papa. We must.

Hey.

What the hell?

Did you forget?

What?

You forgot!

A fucking parents meeting.

I was at a parents meeting
last month, Marit.

I was at school / home conversation
and went to the fucking bully seminar.

Now you gotta relax. I have a job,
which is pissing difficult and demanding.

No need to get excited.

You're not an important business man.
You're a criminal.

You know what?

You know me well.
But I also know you.

You're not fooling me
with your Neo-hippie mittens.

I remember when you could go
in all stores worldwide…

…and buy what you wanted.

Then there was nothing wrong
with the money or anything else.

Take your parents' meeting and stuff it
so far up your dry, Danish ass…

…you never find it again.

For I shit on the fucking
parents' meeting and I shit on you.

It's not fucking easy
to be me, Geir.

What?

If Dickman has bumped off our people…

…the Serbs are probably pissed
that we hung that guy up.

Do you want a cup of tea, Papa?
You're probably tired.

Condolences. I will protect him
with my own life.

We had a good deal.

We shared the towns between us.

We agreed that the shitty airfield
should be common.

We have kept our part of the bargain.

And how do they held their part?
Yes, they killed my only son.

My only son is now on the way to
mother Serbia, where he will be buried.

We are here,
and it is time for revenge.

Blood for blood.

Son for son.

See right there.
She gathers a fucking shit up.

What will she do with it?

It is a Norwegian practice.
They do such things.

Goddamn it.

Does it still hurt in the tooth?
Go to a dentist.

When would I have time for that?

- Have you been in a Norwegian prison?
- No, not yet.

You have something
to look forward to.

Good food. Heating.

Good food?

You won't believe it.

- You get wages for jobs there.
- You're kidding me.

I swear!
And everyone is friendly and courteous.

Guards don't harass you.
No rapes. Even the inmates are nice.

No rapes, nice guards...
You don't fool me.

A modern society. Civilized.

See, I had all my teeth done.

In prison?

This week she fetch the boy.

A week with the father
the next week with his mother.

Imagine if you had to share a son.

What kind of people are they?

- That with the Albanian was not smart.
- Serb.

- He was a Serb.
- Not anymore.

We have a big problem.
Now we need to find a solution.

Does anyone have
any good suggestions?

Well, I do not…

It was perhaps not a good idea
to pin the bill up on him.

They surely want an apology.

Yes, it's almost as if I were
to buy a bouquet and send them a card.

They want something big in return.
Something that is ours.

Hey? Is there more coffee, or what?

Thank you.

What?

Yes. Now they get
something in return.

Then they'll understand that we are
really sad. Thank you.

Cut the head, wrap it.

Send it to them and say,
it is the culprit.

Say we only want peace.
Say we extend our condolences.

Then we might
get some peace and quiet here.

- Is everything clear?
- We have it all.

- Tape, rope, bag…
- Everything, everything, everything!

It's me. We are here.
Should we get the kid?

Why?

Fine. It's a deal.

They say we should wait.

- What are we waiting for?
- They have sent a messenger.

What the hell…

Papa says we have to wait.

There we have the Pink Panther. Come on.

Thank you for seeing me.

He has been punished
for his misdeed.

We only want peace with you, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

Are you kind
to draw the curtains?

It pains me to have to say this.

Thanks for the gift.

But I require a son
for my son.

- Are you as crazy?
- Do it again and I'll shoot you.

- Now?
- Yes.

You don't want to
get a tooth decay.

- But it's mother's week.
- Yes, and she asked me to pick you up.

I'm doing her a favor. Come on.

Hello. It's me.

Just wait until we're done.

Move!

You isn't working for my father.

- Who were those men?
- I have no idea.

- Disappeared in a van?
- There was something on the side.

- What? What the hell was that?
- A name and phone number.

It was there
where the airfield is located.

Papa, it's no problem to find
neither the kid or van.

And not the guy either.

Get him out
before he starts to stink.

Hello?

He can not
come to the phone right now.

Because he is dead.
As you soon are.

He hung up the damn rat.

The bloody Count will
shit his pants…

…when he gets to know
that we got his son.

I wont take it.

They can't just take my son
and not phone. You don't do that..

Nobody shoots the messenger. What is it
with the Albanian monkeys?

Fucking Mohammedan pig cunts.

We know what they're doing.
Fucking dogs and pigs night and day.

The soggy pile of inbred
domestic workers and construction workers.

Fucking eastern monkeys.

Now they fucking taken my boy.

My little boy.

They have dammit taken my boy.

I want them to know
I wont put up with this.

Hell of a sack!

- Do you live here?
- Yes.

- All alone?
- Yes.

- You don't have any children?
- No.

It's not so smart of you
to take me home.

I just want to
talk a little with your dad.

Now?

Tomorrow.

- Welcome!
- Good evening.

- Six single rooms, thanks.
- Have you booked?

- She got to be kidding!

We have a problem.
There are only two large rooms.

One is for me.

I'll pay cash as usual.

Where do you sleep?

- I sleep in the next room.
- And what if I run away?

You don't. Then you’ll freeze to death.
And you wouldn't be able to find your way.

I usually get a bedtime story,
before I fall asleep.

I have no stories.

You can just read from something.
It does not matter what it is.

"It has as special features
two independent MTU engines…

…with a total force of
more than 2,000 horsepower."

- I have one of these.
- You do?

Why? Aren't you a kidnapper?

Not always.

This has a capacity
four thousand tonnes of snow per hour.

It throws 30-35 meters.
Weighing 5.8 tons.

- It is fine.
- Can I get a ride in it?

You must sleep now.

Have you heard about
Stockholm Syndrome?

First, we find the alien on the plate
then the Swede at the dam.

It smells fucking of…

It smells of gangster war.

Please call the police.

If we call the police,
then they kill Rune.

Marit, you must listen to me.

Is it you or me
who best understand the situation here?

They will call us.
And then they will make their demands.

Then I give them what they demand
and then we Rune back.

That is how it works.

In 24 hours I'll call the police.

In 24 hours he is here again.

I hope you burn in hell.

Then I'll see you there, Marit.

We haven't managed
to find him yet.

It's a small town. Sooner or later
we find the car. Without a doubt.

Right?

We keep looking.

- It's the janitor from Runes school.
- Oh, how nice. Hello.

Just say what you said to me.
Then you get the money.

I said something about the car and those
who ran off with the kid.

There was a name
and address on the car.

Now, my memory's not
as good as it has been, but…

There's somethings that stick.

There was also a phone number
but I do not remember it.

I thought it was
a strange name. Dickman.

He hasn't spoken to the police.

- Yes, what are we talking about?
- 30,000.

There is the 30.

And there is 29.

Dickman has a goddam relative.

Yes?

I have your son. To see him alive
you come alone.

I know how it is done.

You might also want money?
It's usually to ask for.

We'll talk about it when you get here.

I get in the car now
and I'll see you tonight.

Hi there! You have a fine visitor
waiting for you at home.

- Nice visitor?
- They stopped and asked me for directions.

They had a suit and tie. The
resembled people from the Progress Party.

We had hoped for you
in the Center Party.

But of course it's
entirely up to you.

But it's good to see
that you are back on your feet.

It must have been a hard blow
with Ingvar.

Do you remember Finn, Heimdahls son?
He too started with the drugs.

They found him yesterday.

- Is that yours?
- No. It is an old machine.

None of those are mine.
Come here.

Stay here
until someone comes to get you.

Look here.

Look here.

So, we know
his wife looks like a cow.

I was more thinking about the snow plow.
And on his company.

- Where the hell is Geir?
- I think he's in the first car.

- Radovan, will you try?
- Yes, why not?

Hello?

I'm listening.

Number 14

- Radovan! Do you think you are an eagle?
- A Serbian eagle!

Papa, we have the man. We got the address.
We have it all. Do you hear, Papa?

- Why do you have a gun?
- No question.

Now do as I say!
Stay here.

Why are you so angry?

You must do as I say.
Do you understand? Stay here.

Get in.

Where is my son?

Where is my son?

You know what?

If I have to ask something
three times, I get a little pissed off.

And then I begin to think of other
ways to get you to talk.

You might think that my profession is not
a creative profession, but that it is.

And with such a man as you, we'll
go quite traditional about it.

I will pull your finger nails,
cut your fingers off.

I cut your hands off, take
your ears and cut your nose off.

And exactly that with the nose…

…you're not going to like.

- I go in and look for Rune.
- Fine.

I'll talk to you.

Will you to give a message…

…to Marit?

Tell her…

…that she is a cunt.