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Based on stories from four men in Oslo's finance sector today,

and stories from women, other finance players, experts and the police

Information is everything.

What you know before everyone else, makes you rich.

If you can squeeze someone and still promise a return, it's win-win.

Because the person who gives you that info

knows you will never leak anything.

After that deal, you have something on each other.

It's a closed financial ecosystem.

Where the information circulates within an elite of very rich people.

It can be a friend in one company that's acquiring another.

Or a lawyer with information about

some corporate merger.

Or someone who's tired of never getting rich.

Cheers.

When big companies warn of an earnings surprise,

that is often reflected in the share price.

That's why everyone is supposed to get the information at the same time.

But what happens when an accountant notices

that the numbers look better than expected?

And he goes to some investor

and sells those numbers two days before they're made public?

Adam knows that the stock is going to rise, so he buys in?

He could buy the stock directly.

But he has to be careful.

Act too early, and the feds can get suspicious.

So he purchases the right to buy the stock.

He buys a stock option.

As opposed to stocks, such options aren't quite as visible.

And just before the company releases the information,

Adam exercises his option.

He starts buying like crazy to drive up the price.

You have a very small window.

From the exchange opens until the information is released.

If it rises too much, trading is stopped.

So make as much as you can before they realize what's going on.

Say one share costs 90 kroner.

Adam buys for 50 million.

Then the stock rises to 240.

He has just made 81 million

in 24 hours.

It's so common

we almost forget that it's criminal.

But it is. It's extremely criminal.

Mille, wake up.

I brought you a gift.

This is Espen. He's really nice.

- Good morning. - What's going on?

We're going to have some fun. You and I both love attention.

I think this guy does too.

Look at him!

He's fit.

- Are you serious? - It's fun.

Stick this in his pants!

Stick it in his pants!

We need to have more fun together. Look at him go!

Pay him!

Let's have fun! Take it off!

Give him more money!

Does he buy for his own money in someone else's name?

Or do they use their own money, but share the profits?

Both.

Adam's broker

calls his most trusted clients.

They receive the tip if they let Adam use their names and accounts.

These clients are called "aunts."

They have an "aunt" account at the brokerage firm.

The more people Adam involves, the higher the stock price goes.

And not just that. The more clients that buy in,

the bigger the broker's bonus.

Some like the daughter, others the mother.

Adam fucks the whole family at the same time.

The problem is that this money can't be deposited in Adam's account.

It has to be collected from the aunts in cash.

In plastic bags and sacks.

And transferred to a foreign enterprise

in Cyprus or the Cayman Islands.

Ugland House, Cayman Islands.

This five-story building

is the home address for more than 20,000 companies.

They're just mailbox companies.

Last year, 15 trillion kroner circulated through Cayman Island banks.

The same goes for Gibraltar.

But why? I mean, why there?

You can't see who owns the companies, or how much money they have.

Adam's money ends up in an account there.

And that company has a subsidiary

in Jersey or Luxembourg, which also offer financial secrecy.

Then that company

has an account in a bank in Scotland.

And for that account,

Adam has a credit card.

Many people must know about this.

- Why doesn't he get caught? - Because you can't prove it.

You can't prove what information is given

over a beer in a bar or during a hooker trip to London.

They have to catch you

red-handed, with your pockets full of money.

Or else it's all circumstantial.

If you're good, you leave no trace.

What about the money?

Let's say we don't want to collect our money in a plastic bag.

We decide to launder it instead.

Geneva Freeport.

In this building

are more than a million paintings the world will never see.

Munch, Rembrandt, van Gogh.

Art worth over 850 billion kroner.

If it were a museum, it would be more spectacular than the Louvre.

But no government comes in here.

Nothing is ever taxed here.

The good thing about art,

is it doesn't have a fixed price.

Say Adam owns a painting

worth 600,000.

I'm one of his aunts,

and I have a pile of his money on my lap.

I pretend to be stupid, and think this painting will increase in value.

So I buy it for 1.5 million kroner.

Or, if we have to move more money, take a Munch for 8 million kroner.

Now Adam can deposit the money.

And I get an invoice that I can write off, thus lowering my taxes.

Works of art, cabins, apartments, anything.

It was nice to talk to you, but I have a plane to catch.

My partner will come to help you.

- Have you booked a room? - No, not yet.

I have an apartment here. You can stay there.

Thank you.

Thank you for doing this.

This isn't a favor.

Nothing in life is free.

In this business, there's always a price.

What do you want?

I want all the information on every investment Adam makes.

If you can convince my partner that you have information we want,

then I will help you.

- Krøvel? - Hi!

- There you are. - Hi there.

- Want some? - Are you drunk already?

No, I don't like being drunk.

Absence of sobriety is more my thing.

- It's Friday. Sure? - I'm driving.

Do you only work nights?

Fewer people ask about what's in the traps.

Cardinal of the seas.

Pål, how are you really doing?

What do you mean?

You work all night,

year round, through the winter...

With all those memories of your brother. Awful.

Really awful.

But I won't get into that. It's none of my business.

I just...

It just struck me. Dammit, I think

I can help you.

Oh?

You can be trusted. I know that.

And I know that

you're no stickler for the rules.

We were fishermen long before all these quotas and regulations.

- We agree, so I have a proposal. - I'm listening.

If you wanted to get away from

the hard work, the cold, the bad memories, all that crap.

Would you consider

moving to Marbella?

I need someone to live there.

And to transport some things down there once in a while.

Transport what?

What are my lobsters?

- Where do I have quotas? - Money.

Right. Money I've earned, and the government wants to take.

Just like you. You're the hunter, it's your prey.

And they try to take it away from you. Taxes are contrary to nature.

- Marbella? - 50 minutes from Gibraltar.

I'll pay you to have a good time, eat someone else's catch, drink wine.

You can come back to Norway to fish if you want to.

And when you return to Spain, you bring a suitcase for me.

And then,

most important:

When's the last time you got laid, Pål?

It's been...

Not since my brother died.

I don't want to know why that goes together, but in Marbella

you can't throw a stone without hitting something you can fuck.

Either a whore or a drunk, British 18-year-old in a miniskirt.

If there's any difference.

Think about it.

Do it for your brother. Live for the both of you.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed.

I'll fix you, Pål.

Now that's stuck in my head.

No need to cry, darling. You're much better.

His teeth are a little sharp.

That's good, Espen.

Keep it up.

Are you okay?

Anything I can do?

What is it you do?

Work. What do you do every day?

What do you create? Make?

Nothing.

I move money around.

Like a hustler?

No.

Well, to me it seems like

you've got more money than you could ever spend already.

Why don't you just retire?

Or travel. You know, do something completely different.

What about you? Why do you do what you do?

Just to stay alive.

Do you ever think that you would be better off dead?

Yeah.

Yeah. What about you?

Cheers.

Hello?

Hermine?

- Louise Meller-Sacht. - Hermine Veile.

I'm hungry. I'm going to eat, and you're coming along.

So you have money to invest?

It's coming.

Why do you want to do this?

Because I want enough money to be independent... of others.

Most people want that, but they don't end up with us.

They haven't been married to Adam.

Money gives you freedom, but that's about it.

It's like living inside a stock-market bubble.

It keeps growing. Everyone cheers.

But if it doesn't contain anything, it eventually goes to hell.

Thank you for helping me.

We aren't there yet.

Hermine: Checked my account... You have one more day.

I need you to do me a favor.

Yeah?

I need you to pretend that you're blowing me.

- Pretend? - Yeah.

Okay.

There you go.

Okay...

Good.

Is something wrong?

No.

I need to use the ladies' room.

Do you know what this is?

Fish.

Fugu, pufferfish.

Very tasty.

It contains a poison called tetrodotoxin.

It paralyzes the muscles in your lungs.

Kills 50-70 people every year.

It takes 15 minutes from your first bite until you're dead.

Tasty.

What happened?

Nothing.

I'm just tired, jet lag.

Then let's eat up and get you to bed.

This is very kind of you.

I need to know that you're really her brother.

She hasn't talked to anyone since the baby died.

I'm afraid she'll try to kill herself.

Again.

I see.

- She isn't home now? - Not a sound for 24 hours.

The janitor's apartment is next door.

It's hard not to be able to look after the ones you love.

Good morning.

I don't know what you like, so I ordered a little of everything.

How very Pretty Woman of you.

Is that all you hookers' favorite movie?

No.

This story doesn't end the same way, okay?

Okay.

So no rush. Just lock the door on your way out.

- What are you doing today? - Don't know.

- You can invite some friends over. - Maybe.

That would be fine. Hi!

I've made you coffee.

And you can make yourself some pad thai.

Everything is in the fridge. I'm eating out.

- Did you sleep well? - Like a log.

- How about you girls? - Very good.

Your mom always said we shouldn't game too much.

But since it's the weekend, we're allowed a little extra.

There! This cost 200,000.

I can't wait to play with you. You know how to set it up.

I'll see you later, okay?

Have a great night.

I miss mom.

What?

I miss mom.

But that...

That is...

We all do.

But you're going to have so much fun with this machine.

You have to teach Pim. Send me some pictures.

I'll join you next time.

When she comes back,

she'll have a machine gun.

A huge gun!

- A huge sniper! - There you go.

- Bye, boys. Enjoy! - Bye.

- Sleep well? - No.

Good! Let's see if we can set up a game plan.

So, you and Michael...

We run an investment fund together. It was smart of him to leave you to me.

Women trust women more.

Pure Darwinism.

You might as well get used to being the only woman in the room.

Only 2 % of brokers and hedge-fund managers are women.

This world is created by and for men.

This business is so full of testosterone

you'd wish you didn't have ovaries.

But you only have to please one person to succeed: Yourself.

My thoughts exactly.

Build your own world. Then, if you bring someone on,

you know you'll still survive when you kick them out.

Hi there.

You're early. Is something wrong?

Nope. This is my new life. Leave early, arrive early.

- How is it? - What?

Not drinking.

- Want to talk about that now? - Why not?

I'm not making fun of you.

Your brain doesn't get rewarded. Ever. Not even a break.

It isn't numbed. You see the world as it is, all the time.

- That's not a good feeling. - No. It's naked and intense.

The upside is that you develop real feelings.

- You have... - I've had some fun.

That's Pot, that's Ecstasy.

And that last one is Coke.

- She's the prettiest. - True. And then we have this.

- Chickens? - Tonight's game.

Catch a chicken, get those drugs.

And then we have this.

It's called TriMix.

Porn actors use this. Inject it, and you're hard for hours.

But your cock can explode if you take too much.

- My cock is not exploding. - Turns you into a live ring-toss game.

Taste the punch. Rum punch with MDMA.

You're more fun as single, Henrik.

- Are you single? - Yup.

- What about Tomine? - She's at home.

- Home alone? - Yes.

- With the au pair? - Yes.

The lesbian?

- Then you know what you're missing! - Stop it.

Hey! Today I'm getting wasted and having fun.

I can finally do it without feeling guilty.

Because you've always had such a conscience.

It's always been there, even if it didn't show.

So enjoy. The ladies are coming.

We have half an hour to get ready.

You need more of this down your gullet.

Work doesn't make you rich, capital does.

Money breeds money.

If you have 1000 kroner and want 100,000, that takes work.

But if you have 100 million and want 120 million, it's simple.

Place it in safe stocks, and make 10 million without lifting a finger.

There is no community.

I pay 5 % tax, you pay 40 %.

Because my money isn't taxable income.

Place your money in a tax haven to avoid wealth tax.

All this put together

makes up 10 % of the world's GNP.

Okay, say I find something Adam is planning, what do we do?

Make as much as we can on a job he has already done.

But that won't hurt him.

That's what I want.

It helps us.

After we've made our money, you can report him.

With the same documents that made you rich.

I don't have anything to invest yet.

But it's coming.

Just find out what Adam knows that the rest of the world doesn't.

Go back and pack. I'll get you a car for the airport.

What's the plan, besides those chickens?

I was inspired by your "united colors," so I ordered one of each.

Tall, short, thick, thin, brown and yellow.

- What? - I know.

A multi-colored buffet.

Single for 24 hours, and he's Caligula.

- That's why we love you. - I love you too.

Well done, Adam. You caught it!

Are you good?

Feel my cock.

I'm just happy to see you.

Mommy!

Mommy, I can't sleep!

Mommy's coming.

I can't feel anything.

- We'll find another room. - Fair enough.

- I can't feel anything. - We'll go somewhere else.

I'm so tired.

- So damn tired. - But you look good.

Come on!

Are you okay?

My cock looks like something you can barbecue.

- Does it hurt? - Like crazy.

I tried that fat one, but had to give up.

So I stuck my hand inside her, snapped, and sang "My Way."

You snapped your fingers?

It was like wearing a mitten.

Regrets,

I've had a few, but then again...

Are you okay?

I no longer know who I am.

Do you want a hug?

Yes, please.

Try to get some sleep.

Yes, sleep is good.

Good night.

I'll just lie here for a while, and then I'll...

Daddy's home.