All language subtitles for Broderskab (Brotherhood) (2009) 1hr 36mn 58s .25fps.ENG

Hi.

Hi.

I was thinking...

Could we talk a bit first?

Okay.

I know it's hard the first time.

It'll be okay...

May I see you?

And your pants.

You're beautiful.

What's up?

What's going on?

Whaddya say, boys?
- Fucking faggot!

Pick him up.

Come on, on your feet.
Stand on your own two feet.

Stand quietly!

Stand quietly. Good.
Now it's your turn to hit me, okay?

Hit me.

Hit him, man!

Come on.
Hit me proper!

Come on, you faggot,
hit me proper!

Hey, boys, that's enough.
Come.

Come on.

BROTHERHOOD

I've thought a bit more
about you being a staff sergeant.

Maybe you should try
a different course.

And it isn't too late
if you've had second thoughts.

But I haven't. As a matter of fact
I thought you'd made a decision.

We have. But I thought we might
find something better for you.

I'm not quite sure
what you're saying.

You recommended me yourself.

It's an awkward situation.

During assessment
the company commander told me -

that he'd received a complaint
from one of your subordinates.

During a night on the town you're
supposed to have made passes -

at one or two of your men.

And although it's outside the barracks,
you're still their commander.

Yes...
That's quite an allegation.

We've decided to leave it at that =

but only if you
withdraw your application.

Are you telling me
that you believe this nonsense?

My job is not to believe anything.
I just have to make everything work.

Are you saying that a lie
will decide everything for me?

How can you run a platoon,
if your men don't respect you?

Will you be seeing anybody
during your holidays?

Maybe I'll go out tonight.
- Oh, really? With whom?

You don't know them.
- Friends from your platoon?

They are not my friends.

When are you going back?
- I'm not going back.

Lars, you have a contract.
- It has lapsed.

I don't want to be a staff sergeant.
- A bit drastic, isn't it?

I don't think so. What about you?
When will you be prime minister?

I'll stick with the City Council.
And yes, I'm fine, Lars.

Good.

What will you do then?
- Who knows? I'll find something.

Lars, this is your education.
Of course you won't quit.

More coffee?
- No thanks.

What's life as a soldier then?
- Over and done with.

What about you? I can see
you're still a fan of Muslims.

Oh, yes.

Hello there.
- Hi.

Thanks for inviting me.
I can see it's all well=known faces.

Except you.
Who are you?

I'm Lars.
- Michael.

Just call me Fatty. They all do,
for some strange reason.

You've asked us to talk to you
about the local refugee center.

I understand you all agree with us.

Whack the niggers!
- Well, they are all Iraqis.

That's not the problem. They can't
help that. But they are Muslims.

They have a Neanderthal's outlook
and swarm into the country.

They get asylum, a provisional
residence permit, go on the dole -

and whaddaya know.
It's a fortune in their own country.

As the climax they get Danish
citizenship and the right to vote.

Thanks for a nice evening.

Do you have a problem?

Yes, I do.

What you're saying is so loser-like,
I don't know where to look.

You're a bunch of losers
trying to recruit even bigger losers.

Why don't you just go
and suck some Paki=ass?

Why not?
- Then go.

Who the hell said I dig immigrants?
- You did.

Never. But I'm not some psycho
or a loser, who beats up people.

Lars... Was it Lars?
Stay a while, will you?

What for?
- A critical view is good.

And you're right.
It's a prejudice that we're losers -

who are looking for an outlet
for our frustrations.

One shouldn't join our party,
if Paki-bashing is the only aim.

So the two of you
have a knitting club?

At times it's good to take action.
- Take action?

But you do like to bash
people's heads in, right?

So you're pacifists and fascists.
How do you solve the paradox?

You only see a small part
of the greater picture.

It's not just about getting the
immigrants out. Our basis is nature.

I have nothing personally
against Muslims.

But their being here is against
nature. Broadly speaking.

Hi there.

Nice farm.

And good ploughlands.
- Plenty of them.

Should be possible to find
some losers with a weak character.

Try the Town Hall.
There'll be a few.

We're having a bonfire on the beach
tomorrow. There's food and drink.

Why don't you join us?

Sounds nice, but...

Maybe you should ask one of the guys
from your recruiting meeting.

They are mostly manchildren.
We've got plenty of those.

It's just a party.
We won't throw you into the fire.

Maybe it's a golden opportunity
to back up your biases.

Listen, you seem to be alright, but just
because we're talking doesn't mean...

...that you're interested, no.

I just want to assure you that a bright
guy like yourself is always welcome.

Thanks, but I don't think so.

It's a free country.

Good luck with your job.
- Thanks.

Wait...
We want these black ones.

This Lars guy, you know,
might be good for the group.

He's kind of bright,
and he's really well-spoken.

Ex-army like yourself.
- Okay.

Maybe Ebbe would
make him an A=member...

No! Don't...
That's really a bad idea.

Why?
- We told Patrick he'd be next.

Hello, Lars.
- Hi.

Welcome.
Now, look here...

Lars, this is Kenneth.
- Hi.

Kim.
- Lars.

Jimmy.
You met him already.

Jonas.

My girlfriend Karina.
- Hi.

Then there's Patrick,
who's Jimmy's younger brother.

What was that
about Patrick and a witch?

I told him it's only for Midsummer Day.

He refuses to take it away.

Talk of the devil...

What the hell is that?

What do you mean? It's an Arab chick,
who's going into the fire.

You moron, it looks like Hitler
as a drag queen.

What're you doing, man?
- It took me a whole day...

Stop it!
Leave it alone.

Remove that Hitler moustache!
- Yes.

Don't, Jimmy!
- The moustache has to go.

Why?
- It can't look like Hitler.

Take it easy, man!
- It has to burn.

Hell, yes!

Yeah, burn the Arab!
Onto the fire!

Look at those twisted tits.

She's cool, isn't she?

Look at the birds!

The Danish song
Is a fair, young maid

Who hums so sweetly
in Denmark's House

She is a child
Of the ocean realm

Where beeches listen
to the roar of waves...

Has anybody seen Patrick?

Patrick?

Patrick!

Fuck, man! Patrick!
Hey, stop! I'll take care of this!

Patrick, goddamn it!

What are you doing, man?
Shit...!

Kenneth!

Here we go.
Sit up!

Come on.

Good.

I wanna go home and sleep.

You just stay here.

Did Fatty see it?

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

No coffee?
- Tea.

Why don't you check the mail?
- Why should I?

Well, you live here, too.
There might be mail.

This is an invitation for a job interview
at the army operative command.

In North Zealand.
- Right.

I contacted your superior, and...
- No, that can't be done.

They cannot comment on it...
- No, but I know some people, Lars.

And we all thought that it would be
best for you to find a new place...

Fucking hell, you did!
Don't you dare go behind my back!

How can you do that?
- I don't go behind your back.

Are you part of this?

I think you should be grateful
for a second chance.

We lend you a helping hand,
and that's all there is to it.

Lars!

What's going on here?
- Throw it.

Throw what?
- This one.

Lars, you can do it.
- Throw it yourself.

Lars, you have to do it.

No way. Go fuck yourself.
I'm not doing it.

Come on...
- Throw it, Lars!

Come on, now.

I knew he was queer!
- I said "throw"!

Get over there.
- No way.

Do you think I'm stupid?
- All words and no action.

You're so fucking weak, man.

Come on, go for it!

Come on, Lars!
- Fuck you!

Come, come...
- That's the way!

Not too bad, man.

You could do it after all.

Lars, he's got a knife.
He's got a knife, man.

Hit him. Go on...
Hit him!

You could do it after all!

...this year for the regions
and the various factions =

and I believe
a lot of work will be done.

I expect your full support and
co-operation for this project. Got it?

Yes.
- Good.

And finally the board has decided
to offer full membership -

to one more member of the group.

Lars, you're the one.

First there are certain formalities.

You must sign
a declaration of confidentiality -

and these papers
must be read carefully.

More to read...

Our service manual.

And I suggest that
Jimmy could help you along.

There'll be some swotting concerning
ideology and party principles...

Congratulations.

Patrick?
Patrick, hang on.

Let go!
- No way. Relax... Take it easy.

Look at me. This is the price
you have to pay for not focussing.

Do you understand?

The parties... The drugs.

He's been here for three weeks,
and is Fatty's favourite.

I know how much a membership
means... The hell it does!

It means a lot to me as well.
Do you understand?

I'll talk to Ebbe, okay?
But you have to get a grip.

Okay.
- No!

I'm tired of not having
anybody's respect.

Come...
- Don't!

Give me a hug.

Idiots!

Who?
- This pathetic Nazi group...

They attacked a man
at the refugee center.

It was me.

That's not funny, Lars.

Have you gone completely insane?

Look at me,
when I'm talking to you.

This is why you're going back
to the army, my fine fellow!

You're just a silly boy.
There's not an ounce of man in you.

Hello, Lars.
- Hi.

Come inside...
- Thanks.

Jimmy speaking... Hi.

What?
No, that's definitely not a good idea.

Okay, but then he'll just have
to find another place.

Fatty, it's not my fault
you have a kid, is it?

I don't want him around here, stupid!

Fatty, listen...

I don't believe it!

Fuck!

Good morning.

Not a bad spot for a holiday, is it?
- It's not too bad.

You could lend Jimmy a hand.
- Of course.

I'll be off then.

Nice house you've got.

Close to the beach and everything.

It's not mine, it's Ebbe's house.

Who's he?

He's the chairman.
- I see.

It's to be used by people from the
organization and visitors from abroad.

Right.
- I just live here while I'm fixing it.

Okay. Cool.

And Patrick's your brother, right?

Does he live here as well?

No, he's staying in my apartment
for the time being.

Okay.

Right, what needs to be done?

The gutters need to be checked
and maybe fixed.

And the porch needs to be finished.
- Okay.

Where should I start?

Start?
- Don't you want my help?

I don't know.
Mow the lawn.

It's really cool.

I'm calling it a day.
It's too dark.

May I suggest that I give you a hand
tomorrow to speed up things?

Well...

You may suggest that, if you like.

Morning.
- Morning.

Thanks.

Anything wrong?

Organic beer?
- Yes.

Bash some Pakis,
but beware of the big, bad additives.

It's important to buy organic. We have
to be careful not to fuck up nature.

Of course.

And this is much better for you.

Ready?
- Yeah, bring it on.

Did you turn it on?
- Yes.

And...?

Not a single drop, man.
- Not a drop.

Pretty good.

Take it all down
and fasten the downpipe.

Where's the drill?
- In the scullery.

Is it organic too?

Karina's mum
is the dumbest thing in town.

She's a real idiot.
- She's such a therapist type...

Shut up, Jimmy.
- No, it's important to me.

I care for your family.
You should tell me off.

Here come the princes...
Jimmy and Michael.

What's the situation with the house?
- We're doing fine.

Jimmy is fixing our summer cottage.
Michael said you got a helping hand?

Yes, that's Lars.
- Welcome.

Thanks.
- Michael speaks highly of you.

Nice with a bright guy.
So what's your line of work?

I just left the army. I was a sergeant.
- So we got ourselves a real man.

Welcome.
- Thanks.

No more violence
against the laws of nature.

No more pity!
And no more scum!

Sieg Heil.

I give you... Aryan Bullet!

Get out of here.

No, you take it.

I'm full.
- Sure?

Jimmy,
would you like to go swimming?

No, I went this morning.
- Come on, you stick.

Come on, man.
- What? Now?

Yes, we'll take a few beers along
and knock ourselves out.

Is it because you know
I'm a better swimmer, or what?

Yes, that's why.
- Hey, relax, man...

You're heading for a fall.
You know that?

Then come.

Fuck, it's cold.
- What happened to little cocky Lars?

I shrank two inches, I think.
- Little Lars.

May the shower be hot.
- Little Lars shrank...

Give me a break, man.

Come on, come on...!
Oh, that's good.

Jesus, it's good.
Shitty ocean.

Come her... Come!

What are you doing?

What do you think you're doing?

Answer me!

This is the information packet.
You must read it, pay the giro -

and there's also the latest issue
of our periodical.

You must also read and sign...
- Jimmy, about yesterday...

When you sign up for A-membership,
it's for life.

You commit yourself to actively
fighting for white supremacy -

and intending to live
in harmony with nature's laws.

And all that... In short you dedicate
yourself to the movement.

Stating that you're not a bad person.
- Meaning what?

Here you can read how
to recruit new members =

how to write leaflets
and act during rallies...

What is a bad person?
- There's no fixed admission date.

The board will say when you're ready.
It's no requirement -

but we'd like you to be familiar
with the visions of the Third Reich.

But you can read that later.

Any questions?

No.

Hi there.
- Hi.

How're things?
- Okay.

You came to check up on the house?

No, I came to see how you were
getting along with your pupil.

You're giving swimming lessons now?
- No.

We just went for a dip.
- Sure. I saw you were busy swotting.

I've read most of it already.
- Good. Any questions?

No, Jimmy's more or less
explained most of it to me, so...

That's alright then.
Jimmy, have you got a minute?

Sure.
- Lars, get in the warm car.

I'm sorry I didn't brief you
about Lars' membership.

That might have been a good idea.

I talked to Ebbe, but forgot about you.

I see now it would've been better if
you could've run it by Patrick first.

Things are going well with Lars, huh?

Yes.

I won't say "I told you so". Just
make sure he doesn't get too cocky.

I've got my hands full with you,
as it is.

See you, Lars.
- Yeah, see you.

Is everything okay?

Jimmy, listen...

Jimmy, we have to talk.

Leave me alone, okay?

It won't do...
Everyone's here now?

Okay. The refugee center.

On behalf of the board,
I'd like to commend you on your effort.

The press has taken the matter up,
and we've received a lot of exposure.

We've received a tip
about a coming leftist rally.

We must apply maximum
non-aggressive pressure -

and aim it at the organizers.

And we must be visible on the square
during the rally itself. Got it?

Jimmy and I'll write the material.

Jimmy showed me your leaflets,
and I think we can do better than that.

We need a more aggressive image.
Can I...?

A more aggressively charged image.
Say a... bullet.

And the wording.
"Pakis..."

"Pakis cost Denmark billions.

A bullet only costs a nickel."

I think that's a bad idea.
- It's great.

We just found our
new propaganda minister.

Remember,
the board wants no part of this.

Now, to get back to your actions.
Hello!

The faggot by the water tower.
You went too far there.

You must contain yourselves.

If he went to the police, and we don't
know if he did, you've got a problem.

We don't want our name
mixed up in that kind of stuff.

It'll only harm the organization,
if one of you goes to jail again.

Got it?

What was all that about
a faggot by the water tower?

Ebbe's just mad
that he ended up in hospital.

Why?
- He's afraid he'll go to the cops.

No, why did you bash him up?
- Because he was a faggot.

The trick is to get the young ones
who haven't come out yet -

because they're afraid
to tell anyone.

We don't like faggots
in our organization, see?

I've ordered this flagpole as well.
- For 27 Hestehaven?

We'll deliver it.

Anything else?
- No.

That'll be 5,216 kroner.

Thanks.

Lars?

Lars?

Lars.
- Yes.

Hi.
- Hi.

Your hands are trembling.
- Well, it's cold in here.

Have you met my friends?

Yeah. They stink.
- So do you.

What would you do if the others
found out you were with another guy?

Think they'd treat you like they did
the faggot at the water tower?

I don't know. Maybe.

Want one?
- No thanks.

Read today's paper? They ran a story
about the leaflets you posted in town.

"Right-wing extremists enshroud
square in Nazi propaganda."

Not bad, huh?

I think Ebbe and the board are putting
little gold stars next to your name.

Things are going okay,
huh, Lars?

Hurry up, Kenneth. I'm hungry.
- You won't score anyhow, faggot.

Nice.

You'd like it if I were a faggot?
You'd like to be fucked up the ass?

Get a grip, you fuckin faggot!
- It takes one to know one.

Shut the fuck up, and sit down.
- Fucking faggot.

Reminds me of Ernst Röhm.
- What are you talking about?

Ernst Röhm was the head of the SA.
- Hitler's right-hand man in the 30's.

You'd know if you ever read a book.
- Anyway, what about him?

He was queer.
- That's what some people claim.

He was.
That's why Hitler had him executed.

Röhm had gotten too powerful, so they
needed an excuse to get rid of him.

Luckily he liked groping the young
soldiers, and they found their excuse.

He was powerful, that's true.
- And he was queer, too.

No doubt about it. That was the focal
point of Hitler's campaign against him.

He wanted to turn the public against
him, because he was very popular.

He was one of Hitler's closest friends,
but became too powerful. A liability.

Finally Hitler removed
all the top SA people.

They captured Röhm and put him
in a room with a loaded gun.

They gave him 15 minutes to kill
himself. He refused, so they shot him.

He wasn't necessarily a faggot, but
he got too powerful, so they shot him.

Who cares why?
The main thing is they wasted him.

Cheers, guys.

Don't puff smoke in my face.
- Cheers.

Let's split, and go find some pussy.
Jimmy, let's split.

There's some pussy right there.

Suddenly the place reeks of desert rat.

What are you looking at, Paki pigs?
- Alright, let's go.

Get a move on.
- Let me just finish my beer.

Jimmy, keep your mouth shut.

What are you doing, man?
- Relax!

Excuse me, but did your mom
fuck a gorilla, or what?

Hey, stop!

Calm down! Stop it! Calm down!
- Calm down, guys.

Get the fuck out of here.

Get his socks.

Let me. Let me do it.

I'd better stay the night.
- No, go home.

Okay.

See you, then.

Hi there, handsome.
- Don't.

Hi... Hi, Michael.
- Jimmy.

I'm sorry about yesterday...
- Not now. Later.

Hello...! Jimmy and I have
a meeting with Ebbe -

but I have a short announcement.

I hope to see you all at the initiation
ceremony this weekend -

because we're applauding
one of our own. Lars.

No thanks.

What?
- I don't want the membership.

You don't say no, Lars.
Think about that.

I'll wait in the car.

Okay, we're done here.
Off you go.

What the hell is going on?
- I don't know.

What's going on?
- I've had it with this crap.

You know what happens to defectors.
- I don't give a shit.

You signed the application,
for Chrissakes!

You know the drill. Or do you
expect us to let you walk away?

Run like hell, more like it.

And I want you to go with me.

I can't.

I don't want to.
You have to accept, get it?

After that we'll work you and me out,
but you have to fucking accept!

What's up?
How come you're parked down there?

Have you been crying?

Look at me.

What are you doing,
you fucking junkie? Fucking jew!

Are you strung out?
- Yeah, I'm high as a kite, Jimmy.

What's going on?

Fuck off... Fuck off, man!
- What's bugging you?

I know what's going on
between you and Lars.

Lars?
- Yeah, Lars!

Are you still bitter
about the selection?

Fuck that. You're with him.

I saw you, man!

Look, you're just...
- Shut up!

Are you fucking him?

Are you fucking him?

Don't you lie.

Jimmy, know what...

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck you, Jimmy.

What if he blabs?

He won't.

We have to decide.
- What do you want me to do?

I want you to go away with me.
- But I can't!

This is my life,
my family and my friends.

Okay?
- You still think this is wrong.

Don't you?
- Shut up.

Fuck you, Jimmy.
Fuck you.

I'll just fucking go on my own.

Relax, will you?
Give me some time to work this out.

Okay?

Okay.

Our very own Lars Kristoffersen.

Congratulations, Lars.

Hi, Patrick. What's up?

I need to talk to Fatty.
- Michael.

Michael, it's Patrick.

Patrick, what's wrong?

Who's that?

Ebbe... Fuck!

Just take it easy.

Good morning.
- Good morning.

Hi, Ebbe. Welcome.

I heard you were almost finished here,
so I came to admire your work.

Looks good with the new window.
- Yeah.

The porch looks like
it's getting there, too.

The new door really lets in the light.
Not all thumbs, are you?

New ceilings, huh?
Did you fix the water in the bathroom?

Yes. Do you want to have a look?
- No.

Well, Lars helped me
with more or less everything outside.

It's a great place.

We need to get hold of a grill
for the topping-out ceremony.

You can stay as long as you want.
- Thanks.

See you.
- See you, Ebbe. Take care.

Lars.
An old saying goes:

"A stranger is an enemy
you haven't met yet".

Many felt that way
when they first met you.

But behind the critical questions
I saw an agitator.

A great intellect.
A rare eloquence among us.

I saw potential in you.

And when I asked the others
to give you a chance here -

I found little support.

I staked my honour
on your trustworthiness.

And as the days went by,
and you moved in with Jimmy...

...you showed great team spirit,
dedication =

and you and Jimmy even seemed
to form a special bond.

It strengthened my judgment.

And here we are today.
A=member.

Part of the community.

No longer a stranger among us.

That is why
we have a little surprise for you.

But first I'd like to propose
a toast to Lars.

And to Jimmy, who stood by Lars
on his journey into National Socialism.

Cheers.

Where are we going?
- I told you, it's a surprise.

Relax.
- Take it easy.

Just take it easy.
- Relax.

Just take it easy.

Get him up.

Good morning, Jimmy.
Welcome back.

We've been waiting for you.
Lars, in particular.

We didn't want to start without you.

Fatty, leave him alone.

Three against one. Just right for you.
- You're wrong. That would be unfair.

Cut him loose.

What the fuck have you done?
- Relax.

You see, Jimmy, you've gotten
yourself into a real mess.

You can't have it all,
so you have to choose.

It either ends here
for the both of you...

Or else you show Lars what we do
with fucking faggots like him.

What'll it be?
- Look... Put that knife down.

What'll it be?
- What do you want?

What will it be?
- Get that knife away.

Okay, I'll do it.
- Alright, then.

You know the drill, soldier.
Do it!

Do it, Jimmy!

Do it. Whack him one, Jimmy.
Whack him!

Hit him!

Whack him one, Jimmy. Do it!

Punch him in the face.
Don't spare his pretty face.

Do it.
- Hit him!

One more time, come on.
- There.

Again, Jimmy!
- Do it!

Punch him again!
- Come on, you fucking faggot!

Cut it out!

There you go!
- Lars...

One more time!

No!
- Go on.

Lars!

No! Leave him alone.
- Get back.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, Patrick.
- Fuck off. Fuck off, you fucking pig.

Come on, Patrick.
- Jimmy, come on.

What the hell are you doing?

Come on, Jimmy.
- Patrick.

Lars...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Where are we going?
- You decide.

Think you can walk?
- Yes, let's just get out of here.

Jimmy?

Jimmy!

Lars, I didn't know...
- It's okay.

They don't know
if he'll ever wake up again.

I think he'll wake up soon.

I know it.

Well, I'd better get...

Patrick.