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"Memoirs of Thordur Agustsson"

Why this sudden love of the truth?

Since I'm writing this bullshit,

what's the sense in lying?

Is that why you've called the children

back all of a sudden?

They're entitled to find out

before anyone else.

Charles-de-Gaulle Airport.
Hurry.

They'll idle it up for a living.

Good job they're being paid to stop.

They're old now, you know.

Assholes!
Look beyond the present!

If we all thought that way,

we'd end up in Brussels.

Why live in lceland

if it isn't economically viable?

What'll they do

once they've chopped up their boats,

and sold the village's quotas?

They can't eat their Jeeps!

The world's changing.

People want better work for their kids.

In Europe, millions are on the dole.

Here, everyone has a job.

The Hamar, filled to the gunwales.

Bloody Mangi doesn't waste time.

200 tons, at least.

The cook's having a piss!

Isn't that Hrodmar?

You recognize him from here?

You bet.

He has kids
with three of my friends.

A nice guy.

Don't blow it so hard.

The mucus blocks your sinuses.

Says who?
-Axel, the doctor.

Is he sober now?

I have to listen to you snore.

Sleep,
then you won't hear me.

Bloody hell!

It's like an
international airport here.

Hello, Dad.
-What do you want?

Haraldur and l
have checked the accounts.

They're not looking good.

A unit this size
can't be effective.

To be competitive
on a global level,

we must merge.
If we do that,

fishing and processing
will become profitable.

Nothing's for sale here.

Neither me,
nor the company.

Consider the offer before rejecting it.

Hell can freeze over first!

We have the quotas of 30 fishermen.

This place dies without us.

We want to make it work.

Rubbish!

You want to process
on board the boats.

No more fish here.

Dad, that's progress.

In the wrong direction,
you dickhead!

All you're doing is laying waste

to everything around you!

Shit! What a fucking mess!

I don't like the look of it!

I don't like the look of it at all!

The look of what?
-What does he want?

Maybe he'll send us a bill.

I don't owe him a thing.

Why do you let them
buy the quotas?

What can I do,
go out and kill them?

The days of the sagas are over.

We can't compete
with the rich guys.

They started out with nothing.

Not like you.

They have factory trawlers.

You refused to invest in one.

Hundreds would have been
out of a job.

And so I'm stuck with a hundred

unproductive, rheumatic geriatrics.

The trawlers
throw half the catch away!

It's criminal.

They reckon
dead fish grow in the sea?

What's Mangi's rusty tub

doing at our quay?

We're buying his catch.

We don't buy fish from Mangi.

What has he
done to you anyway?

None of your business.

That's childish, Dad.
We need the fish.

I don't care
if you hate him.

You won't buy
one tail from Mangi!

You hear me?

The tub was filled to the gunwales...

Hi, Thordur.

How's the fishing?

Mind your own
bloody business, Mangi.

And leave the women alone.

You've nothing to offer them.

Don't worry about him.
You know him.

Someone catches fish,
he gets depressed.

It's rumoured

you're selling the whole business,

moving to an old-age home
in the city.

Go on believing those lies.

They say there's an indoor pool,

a sauna, a massage parlour,

a manicurist and a pedicurist.

They call it
"Pedicure Paradise!"

You'll be like a pig in clover

with all the other ship owners.

Handy for the hospital,

a stone's throw
from the graveyard...

What the hell's mother doing here?

Maria, try to take her home.

Bye, Thordur. Bye, Mom.
-Goodbye, dear.

Send that old bag to the plant.
She's fit,

she just refuses to die.

Hello, Kata.
-What are you buying?

Were you told to spy on me?

Your feet are soaking.

Mind your own business.

Where's the cognac?
-What brand?

The best.

I can't wait to see them.

Who's coming?
-Thordur's kids.

I haven't seen Agust
for two years.

Where has he been?

He went to France years ago.

To study business, remember?

Why are people
always on the move?

Don't they get
enough to eat here?

No smoking in here.

Want me to get you fired?

I started smoking
too late in life.

The biggest mistake I ever made.

Let me smoke a little in
before I die.

What a great view!

What the hell's going on?

I want to get away!
Right now!

Stop it, Aslaug.
No sense in this.

Everyone's staring at me!
Why?

Why do they keep staring at me?

Isn't that what you're after?

You're done up
like a Christmas tree!

Get out!
I hate you!

What's wrong, Aslaug?

When will you get
the fucking money?

I've done all I can.

The old man just won't sell.

You'll miss the boat, as usual.

Are you going to bankrupt us?

No, don't start that again, please.

Don't touch me, you creep!

After 3 stays in detox,

you're a joke!

Shut it, limp dick!

Why are you going round barefoot?

I'm not like the other oldies.

My feet
are always boiling hot.

Put your socks on
before they arrive.

Put them on
before they arrive!

She can't hear you.

She hears what she wants.

Kristin was never happy
in this house.

Only natural,
it's not hers.

Why isn't it her house?

It was built for her sister.

Mom and I've been here
over 20 years.

It's like these buggers
never work,

they just kill each other
all day long.

Then they get down on all fours

and start wailing like retards.

They should be sent to sea,
be made men!

Forgive me.

We have to stand together.

We'll pull through, won't we?

Let's try
to be nice to each other.

Kristin will have to give us collateral.

The house is in her name.

She's bound to help.

She adores you.

Putting up collateral
won't kill her.

We've to get him
to move to Reykjavik.

He'll only ever go feet first.

I won't end my days in this dump.

What do you need?
T ell me one thing!

What do I need?

You can't imagine!

You haven't got a clue
what I need?

No, I don't have the foggiest idea.

You'll never understand a thing.

Can't you see we're fucked?

Can I have the car keys?

What are you tarted up for?

I'm fetching Agust.

The bus isn't good enough?

Come on, give me the keys.

There's no need
to dress like a tart.

I've made myself pretty for Agust.

Open the garage door
before you back-out!

Thanks for giving me the dirty job.

Hello.
-And to you.

What's new?
-Not a lot.

She's put up the collateral for you?

Yes. Can we
settle everything now?

These must be stamped.
It can take time.

I need that money.

I know you do.

I'm doing something for the village.

We'll try to move it along.

This stays between us, okay?

Kristin's doing us a favour.
No Thordur.

I understand.

Will you reopen my account, then?

As soon as I can.

But loan repayments
take priority.

That's our procedure here.

Your wife...

How's she keeping?

Hulda?
-Yes.

She's fine, as far as I know.

Driving licence.

I left it in my overalls.
Sorry.

Car registration papers.

Bobo, I'm going to be late.

I don't know
where the damn papers are.

The car hasn't been inspected
for 2 years.

I ought to remove the licence plates.

What would Thordur say?

He doesn't run the police.
-Are you sure?

Besides, you were speeding.

Okay, one.

Both.

No touching.

Cut it out!
Stop!

I said no touching, you creep!

Hi, you old bastard.

Where did you get those tits?

These?
-Yes.

They're organically grown.

Don't you like them?

Made in lceland, you bet.

She'll end up killing someone.

We need to have a word
with the old man.

Too late.
They say he's going to the city

Everything's going to the dogs.

If Thordur's moving to Reykjavik,

we had better start packing too.

Is that bloody ram back?

Didn't you take it
up the mountain?

Damn it!
That's does it!

Hello, Kristin.
Good to see you.

You're as elegant as ever.

And you're as charming.

You're too good for Dad.

You got the sweater?

It saved my life in France.

The cold is colder there.

All this bloody racket!

Can't people get some sleep here!

Hello, Grandma.

You little bastard!

Where have you been?
-ln France, Grandma.

Aren't the French
a load of wimps?

They let Hitler
walk all over them.

Hitler's dead.

Yes, so are the Jews.

The Germans have changed.

True, they'll all be Turks soon.

This is Francoise.
We live together.

She's pregnant. By you?

She says she hopes so.

Hello, Dad.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine,
except I'm bloody old.

Dad, this is my girlfriend.

Francoise Lassau.

Now the toilet cisterns are exploding.

What's in the cisterns?

Polluted gas from the ground, stupid.

Outside of fish,
you know nothing.

Are you an ecologist now, Grandma?

No way!
The green lot are all assholes.

People who won't eat whale meat

don't deserve to live.

I'll get rid of the channels

that the old bag
watches all night long.

We should never
have come into the wilds

in the middle of winter!

I'd have rather stayed at home.

Shut up, Morten.

Why?
-You're boring us shitless.

Thanks for the money
for my studies, Dad.

Let's hope
it'll be put to some use.

Every ship needs a captain.

The people here need a leader.

You're here.
-I've one foot in the grave.

What about Haraldur?
-Too soft.

He got seasick
when he went fishing?

Leaders should swallow
their own vomit.

When do you graduate?

There's something
I should've told you...

There's work waiting.
-About my studies.

I'm not meddling in your studies.

And I have a girlfriend, Dad.

That's your business, not mine.

We're expecting a baby.

Kids are as happy here
as anywhere else.

Dad, don't play deaf.

Francoise can't work here.

You want to let her support you?

Or am I supposed
to give you money?

No, definitely not.

Threatening a court case!

Because we moored at "his" quay!?

He doesn't own it
any more than I do!

Is it true
you kissed my mother once?

At a dance,
in front of everyone?

Damn it!

He can't bear a grudge
for 50 years!

Do you think that's normal?

You shouldn't have kissed her.

I've a boatful of herring.
What do I do?

Land it with me,

for a good price.

After all,
you fancied my mother.

So there won't be another writ?

I'm the one
who runs this company.

We need to restructure the firm.

Haraldur will answer to you.

It wasn't me paying for your studies

but the workers in the plant,

and the crews on the boats.

What'd your mother
have wanted you to do?

We've a debt to the people here,

especially you.

It's their fishing quota, not ours.

We're just here to manage it

for the people and the community.

I can't run a fishing business.

Why the hell not?

You started work at 10.

I'm not the company's saviour!

You can't be sure of that

Agust, not many young men

get this kind of opportunity.

Make the most of it!

What are they saying?

Agust's after more money.
It's obvious.

Excuse me. They're here.

Yum, herring.
-It's not fit to eat.

It's fit for a king.

I ate it every day
when I was a kid.

That's what's kept you young.

From New Year
to the end of winter.

Dried fulmar, pickled herring.

And, Christ, did we fart!
-Grandma!

We had the shits until summer.

We won't translate that.

Please, help yourselves.

How are your studies going?
-Very well.

Are you going to do a PhD?
-Yes.

Dr Agust. Impressive, huh?

You just need to write reams

about something totally insignificant.

Aren't you eating?

It stinks!

Is there any money in that?

Ask her, not me.

Shut your mouth!
-Me?

Yes, you.

Please, have some more.

Why have you brought us back?

It's only natural to ask.

I'm not going to live forever.

You look pretty well, all considered.

Kristin, show her to her room.

I'll take her.

She's a real cutie.

She'll up and leave you
soon enough.

Weren't you with a dancer before?

Not a dancer, Morten,

the whole company!

We come all this way
to eat this shit

from beyond the grave!

Is there any Coke?

Coke was invented by the devil.

In hell, demons pour Coke

onto the parched gums
of the damned.

Is this all there is?

T ake the kid down
to the service station

for a burger and fries.

Me? Should I do that?

Yes, please.

Don't let your son
die of hunger.

Who'll pay off your loans
when you go?

What have you cooked up, Dad?

Are we getting Mom's bequest?

You've had it, Ragnheidur.

Not as far as I know.

Spent 10 years
at film school in Poland,

Iearning to make
nappy commercials.

You thought all that came free?

What's he planning, Kristin?

Have some more.

Make yourselves at home.

What do you say?

Come on, what do you say?

What do you say?

Is Haraldur sorting it all out?

All what?

A large or small portion of fries?

Fries?
Yes

Large or small?
-Large.

They sell their quotas,

then run off to the city
to play with the billions.

Who's doing that?

You don't know
what they do with it?

They play the stock market
in Reykjavik.

Fried onions?

Coke?

Are you all right?

Yes, a Coke.

Family, king, big,
small bottle or can?

Are you back, you bastard?

Fuck off out of here!

Go or you're for the pot!

Fucking moron!

What do we do about your father?

I've done what I can.

He owns the company,
I don't.

How about setting the place on fire?

Are you well insured?

Do you know a good doctor?

A doctor?

His mind's starting to go.

We could have him certified.

Drastic measures may be required.

How do your brother and sister feel?

Could you get their backing?

What are we talking about?

What we're talking about...

Well, you could call it...

a good commission.

Maria...

Will you help me
stuff the geese?

Chop the fruit.
Come on.

I'll get some potatoes
from the cellar.

Isn't that Bobo?
As busy as ever.

Age 12,
he couldn't write his name.

Why are you dressed
as a policeman?

Switched from gym teacher
to policeman.

It's the same whistle, right?

And he can still
fondle the girls' tits

and the boys' willies.

And now he's getting into sheep.

You know it's a ram, right?

Out with it, Haraldur.

Is it a disaster?

We're not bankrupt, no.

You and Dad
have no business sense.

You plod on like cavemen,

running job creation schemes
for immigrants.

How much do you draw
to stop quitting?

I've been working here
since I was 10.

What have you two done?

You weren't fit
for anything else.

But you've feathered your nest.

How much have you nicked?

Dad's not well,
physically or mentally.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

He seems clear-headed now,
but...

He gives orders
that make no sense.

People don't know
what to think.

All the same, they respect him.

That's not respect, it's servility.

When we invested
in the new boat,

he claimed
his signature was forged.

And was it?
-Of course not!

Who could get away with that?

He's going senile, that's all.

That opens up some possibilities.

I accept your offer.

I'll sort it out.
You can count on me.

What a stink!

What did you say?

You stink of fish.

Is it true you hate men?

Women let men
make fools of them.

It's pretty common.

Know what I do at night?

I chew my way through my quilt,

then I wake up
covered with feathers.

Feel my heart.
It's bursting!

I love that bastard.

I love him!

Pizza.
-On Grandad's account.

Pizza in the middle of the day!?

So?
-We were starving.

Where's your mother?
-Sloshed in bed.

Enough pizza, okay.

The amount you order
is half my salary!

So what?

Don't drown in Coke.

Don't choke on your temper.

Why are you asleep in the day?

Dad's asked us over for dinner.

That's going to be fun...

Let's act like grown-ups,

and try to get through it
without disgracing ourselves.

So, Kalli?
Where are all the fun people?

The place is full of foreigners.

No one wants to work in fish.

Just assholes like them.

They spend all night
over a cup of tea.

Too cheap to buy a beer.

I have to charge the same for a teabag.

Is Haraldur diddling the company?

He's in a good position to.

So you think he's stealing?

I said he's in a good position to.

Who doesn't,
if he's in a position to?

Abuse a position when possible.

You're right!

Do you have jasmine tea?

Jasmine?

Fucking hell!

We're closed.

We're closed, kid.

That soup was fantastic.

The best lobster soup
I've ever tasted.

Thank you, Morten.

Cloudberry jam!

Here's to Thordur and Kristin!

You're not saying much, Dad.

What do you want to talk about?

The sea's in its place,
so are the hills,

until the next landslide.

How about a high quota

and immigrant workers?

Stick to what you know about.

Your ideas on women's rights

date from the Stone Age.

Why did you bring us all here?

Do herrings have a soul?

Has the last cod
raised the white flag?

I'll say my say
when the time is right.

The mountain's pregnant.

It will soon go into labour.

Excellent wine.

The meat isn't too dry?

You never know
how long a goose needs.

Some geese don't need much time.

They're always ready.

You work magic in the kitchen.

The sauce is delicious.

What's Mangi up to these days?

He was landing fish at our quay.

His wife's dead.

Both his sons are at sea,

and they're doing well.

You should've screwed them instead!

She did.

In a hut by the beach.

We watched through a crack.

We didn't come here
to be insulted!

Calm down!

No one believes this clown.

Morten does.
His ears are bright red.

My ears?

Give me my cognac, Kristin.

You don't drink cognac with goose!

What's best for a corpse,
cognac or wine?

Cognac, of course.

So give me cognac.

You don't leave what you love.
-Or?

Rot away here like Haraldur?

You can't freeze love like a fish.

I thought you'd change your mind

Iike people do when they grow up.

No, I never change my mind.

That's dangerous.

I love you, you bastard!

Sorry...

I wanted to see the cellar.

You've seen the cellar, Morten!

Now fuck off!

According to my accountant,

you, my children,
have for some time now

exhausted every rightful claim

to the estate I have administered

since your mother's death.

I have kept a register

of all the assets
that you have received from me.

And I've kept all the receipts.

To ensure that the community's
resources and livelihood

remain in responsible hands,

I took measures
concerning the company

that will be announced in due time.

You will get nothing from me.

Any claims
in connection with the estate

will be against you.

An angel flew by...

Mother, perhaps.

The weather's turning bad,

the sea's getting rougher.

I don't give a fuck
about the weather!

I hate your country weather!

And I hate the people even more!

I was buried alive here

for 20 years!

When I went to bed,
there were black clouds

over my bed!

We're not prisoners here.

We can go abroad
when we feel like it.

We're hours from
a London hotel room.

Wonderful! Pick the place

where you want to get bored.

What about these mountains, Aslaug?

Does it turn you on
having a landslide

thrust up between your legs?

She starts to get nasty
when she drinks.

Starting?
She's always that way.

We wait till she calms,
like a storm.

Shut up about the fucking weather!

Eat something, you prick!

I'm not hungry.
-Eat shit then.

Or shitty dried seabird
if you want.

You're getting blasted again?

Mind your own business!

What are you looking for?
-My ciggies.

Smoking will kill you.

Men haven't the brains
to live or die.

Is it a matter of brains?

Your sister didn't need explanations.

It's nice you have
fond memories of her.

She had the brains to die.

Have I ever bothered you?

No. I'm half-dead anyway.

There again...

Who knows?
Maybe you have.

Wouldn't surprise me
if you killed her.

She wasn't blind.

She saw
what was going on around her.

May God forgive you
for those words,

because no one else
will be able to.

God never forgives.
But He spares

those who don't deserve it.

Ragnheidur...

Got any Coke?

It won't work, Aslaug.

Why not?

The signature's forged.
-Who says?

I called Kristin.

That fucking bitch!

I'll keep the file safely.

As a souvenir.

Damn!

Your Dad didn't believe

anyone would ever
want to fuck you!

Sales order

What the hell is going on?

Have you gone crazy, you bitch?

You're mad, you're going to kill me!

Ragnheidur, please!
For pity's sake!

Put me down!

Put the car down!

Dad, as your children,
we all agree

Kristin and you deserve a change.

We want to sell the company.

That's out of the question.

Agust will be taking it over soon.

Agust!?

That's unrealistic!

He's a musician!
He's having a child!

You don't know what realistic is.

It's not business to fillet fish

at every godforsaken place around.

We want to help Kristin, Dad.

The house is too big for her.

There's a flat for you in Reykjavik.

You're not sending me
to some hospice!

You can drag my body around

after I die, not before!

Here's a written declaration.

We'll see to the details later.

It's the only way, Dad.
Believe me.

I want to talk to the old man.

Find him yourself.

I dream of making a film

about a transparent woman.

What are you?
A legally certified ghost?

You can fool yourself, but not me.

I remember
the way you looked at Mom

when she was ill.

Children notice such things.

Calm down.

We'd lie and listen
to the bed creaking.

I can still hear it now!

The sound of your fucking orgasms

still echoes in my head.

You realize what that can do

to an unformed child's mind!?

Listening to your mother's death throes

mixed with the grunting

of your Dad and aunt!?

Agust and Maria

have disappeared
into the dark together.

And if they find a place somewhere

to make love,

whose fault is that?

Isn't it time to face up to that

before you destroy any more souls?

Sign this,
and we keep the company going

in another form, as shareholders

in a big trawler company.

I won't let you
destroy my life's work!

Are you deaf,
you stubborn old fuck?

No one was talking about fish here!

What about you, Agust?

do you want to sell too?

You want to destroy
my life's work too?

Will you betray me too?

What do you know about me?

What do you want me to know?

I gave up studying ages ago.

I presume you'd learnt enough.

Why were our clothes
home-made as kids?

Why was he silent
when fishing was bad?

Why were we scared
when he was at home?

Why did you unplug the main fuse

when you went to bed?

I didn't teach you to complain.

Fishing was everything.
Never needed us.

No, thank heaven,

I've never needed you for anything!

You cried crocodile tears
when Mom died!

Her substitute
was close at hand.

Almost the same
but twice as malleable!

Agust, that's enough!

Everyone knows Maria's your daughter.

Conceived while Mom
was on her deathbed.

But you weren't man enough
to admit it.

When were you going to tell us?

Were we supposed
to read about it

in "The Memoirs
Of The Great T Agustsson?

Is that why you brought us here?

T o tell us that?

A confession
to erase your fucking sins?

T o leave us in hell

while you stroll
around in heaven?

You didn't even have the guts

to face up to the truth.

Now you're hiding
behind the "measures"

for your antiquated freezing plant.

How could you change anything?

Nothing's happened inside your head

since the 1950s!

Sign the document.

Are you so stupid

you think I'll sign some document

in the middle of the night?

You're more stupid than I thought!

I thought you'd see reason.

Hand in your keys
in the morning

and clear out your office.

Otherwise,
that forged mortgage on this house

goes straight to the police.

You can't do this to me

after all these years...

Losing your nerve again?

I've worked here since I was 10!

If you don't sign,

you'll be declared
"non compos mentis".

You won't be able
to manage your affairs

We'll have you certified as mad.

After all,
you went crazy years ago.

You should've sold this shit years ago!

But you'll carry on

until some minister
abolishes the quota!

You'll be left with nothing to sell!

Do you understand,
or do you refuse to?

You'll oppose us till you die?

Sign, you senile fool!

You can't oppress everyone anymore!

Sign it!

What do you know about me?

You've never worked
a day in your lives.

What do you know
about being faithful?

You swap partners
like you change socks.

You don't know what it's like

to live for ten years

with a sick woman.

That's what you wanted.

You've never believed in us.

We were never
the way you wanted us.

But we're exactly like you.

We all look down on each other.

We couldn't care less

if the closest to us got raped.

Maybe that's why you hate us.

We're so fucking like you!

Agust, wait!

I'm your half-brother!

I know and I don't care!

I care!
I care!

You make a sorry sight.

You're not the first person ever

to have had a shock like this.

He had a stroke,
have you forgotten?

Everyone says they've had one.

They're just too idle to work.

They'd rather sit all day eating fruit.

Carry on talking

while you're still around to.

I'm not dead yet.

I may well outlive you, sonny.

In any case,
I'm half-dead already.

Don't souls go to heaven?

I just hope
they're not collecting souls

from this rabble here.

That would make a hideous sight.

Shouldn't you get to bed?

Thank you for coming so quickly

in the middle of the night.

There's talk of arson.

Looks like it,
but you can never tell.

Won't the girl confess, then?

She says she can't remember.

Yeah, right

She's claiming amnesia?

The insurance company won't like it.

You'll honour our agreement?

We're talking about the quota?

We're not interested
in charred ruins

and rusty boats.

Isn't it a bit early?

Kristin, give me
3 eggs and some pepper.

You're going to stink out the car.

You have no eggs?

You're no guests of mine.

I want my coffee now.

Are you deaf?

You're coming to Reykjavik with me.

You're going to end up
in hell, Kristin.

We'll keep each other company there.

They've gone, then.

Did Maria start the fire?

What do I know?

What about the insurance?

It was mortgaged to the hilt.

But the quota?

He gave the quota away.

What?
He gave it away?

On condition it stays in the village.

Who did he give it to?

He trusted his worse enemy

more than his own children.

Cod quota,
183,243 tons.

New position,
20,686 tons.

Haddock quota,
282,624 tons.

Current level...

Damn it!

English adaptation: Nurith Yehudai

Subtitles: Cinematyp Studios Ltd.