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After the knee injury, I got lots of time to daydream.

I used to fantasize about being high on ecstasy.

They say those who want to do drugs, have problems at home,

but I had the best childhood, so...

what was wrong with me?

The only thing I looked forward to now, was joining Pål to Hell.

KIDS IN CRIME

“GO TO HELL”

You didn’t see it? It’s the wackiest thing I’ve seen, Pål.

- What was it? - Jens August fucked his little sister!

- You’re kidding? - It’s fucking true. Completely... Cowboy?

- What? - Cowboy?

This is Crisis, Pål’s stoner buddy

and Freddy’s personal ass-kisser.

He got the name from stacking up weed in his basement, in case of a nuclear crisis.

- Do you watch Hotel Cesar? - No.

Fuck! Fucking hell.

Fag toke guys.

Where did you get this guy, Pål?

How much do I get for 200 NOK?

We’re not going to Freddy Hell to buy ten roofies, Tommy.

You like being alive, right?

So, where does he live?

Bede, the hub of Sarpsborg.

Hey, all sheep. This is Pelle.

I live in a beautiful and friendly place.

In Brede, it’s fun to live.

Here, moonshine is brewed and blood is flowing.

The other day, there was a darn racket. They cursed and spat in their fists.

They shouted: We’ll kill you. Bring us the money.

So, I shoved away the pot and crawled under the bed…

Welcome to Bede, boys.

This is where the Gypsies reign.

A lot of shit has gone down here.

Just wait here in the meantime, Tommy.

Are you aware of how deep into the shit this is?

- Yo, boys. - Yo, Freddy.

- Did you bring company? - Yeah, he’s just waiting in the car.

Are you just going to sit here and be cold?

What is this, Pål?

Tommy, a buddy from Hannestad.

Tommy from Hannestad?

Been to Sweden and bought a Sarp chain and all…

Gonna get a flesh wound around your throat cause it’s fake.

Ask Mommy to put cream on it.

- Spread your legs, Tommy. - Huh?

Spread your legs, Tommy.

Relax. I’m not going to kill you.

What’s with you daddy’s boys from Hannestad?

You watch Scarface once and then you’re gangsters?

What is this, Tommy?

Have you been fighting?

Just read the newspaper.

He helped me knock out a guy the other day.

Down in the schoolyard?

That’s right.

That’s perfect.

Now we have something to talk about over coffee.

Monica!

We have a distinguished visitor.

We have visitors.

Knock yourselves out.

- Did you see the last episode, Monica? - Yes, holy shit!

Jens August fucking banged his sister.

What the fuck was that?

What do you want, Pål?

- You want me to front you some? - Yes, that’s what I asked.

How many do you want?

1000? 2000?

5000? 10,000?

- I said 100. - 100,000?

- 100 pieces. - Ah, 100. Right.

Me and Glenn have prepared a little game for the evening. Hand me the flies.

That Renée guy you knocked out in the schoolyard…

- What do you think he’d taken? - Hey, fuck off…

What do you think he’d taken?

Huh? What do you think he’d taken?

- Roofies? - Roofies, yes!

Fuck off, Freddy!

Who do you think he’d gotten the roofies from? Huh?

And you? You don’t know?

The pharmacy?

From the police?

From the grocery store?

You?

I’m starting to like this faggot.

- Fuck off, Freddy. - Hey, Freddy, fuck that.

What do you mean? Was he a buddy of yours?

Don’t get ahead of me, Pål. We’re playing a game.

You sick bastard!

Last question, Pål. This one I think you’re going to manage. Give me that.

Who do you think is left with 3000 roofies because someone sent his buyer to the hospital? Huh?

- Fuck off. - Leave him alone.

Fuck- Shut up when you’re talking to me.

Fuck off, Freddy.

And here you are, Pål Pot, brain damaged and awful,

- asking me to front you 100 lousy roofies!? - Fucking asshole!

What are we going to do with people like you, Pål?

We’ll take them.

Huh?

Your roofies, we’ll take them. All of them.

Give us three weeks.

Listen to Tony Montana here.

Now you’re lucky, Pål.

Let go of him.

Relax. Monica peppers me with those every day.

You okay, baby?

Okay, Tommy.

Two weeks.

You get two weeks.

Okay?

Okay?

Fine…

Write down your address and landline, please.

Okay?

Congrats on your new job, boys.

Might as well go for it, Pål. We know you’re capable of it.

A little peace pill, maybe?

You don’t pass up on a free pill, do you, Pål?

That has never fucking happened.

- Nice first day at work, right, Tommy? - No thanks.

Huh?

I don’t drink.

Don’t drink?

I love Ingar Helge Gimle.

He’s my favorite actor.

I love him.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Ye-ah.

Are you okay?

Maybe you want a fix?

Looks like you need one.

Sure, why not.

Never taken roofies before, have you?

Yeah.

Fuck.

Fucking hell…

Apparently never tried speed either.

Shut up.

It’s shipped straight from Poland to here, this speed.

Why do they call you The Gypsy?

- Because I’m rom. - Seriously?

Why are you white, then?

It has nothing to do with that.

Isn’t Gypsy a bad word?

Some people think so, but I don’t care.

Do you speak the language?

(Speaks Norwegian-Romani)

Huh?

(Speaks Norwegian-Romani)

Do you live here?

I don’t live anywhere.

What’s with that show you put on earlier?

Show?

Are you going to get rid of 3000 roofies in two weeks?

It’ll work out.

Work out?

How so, Tommy?

Just need to push it.

On who? Your soccer team?

On, like, people.

A lot of people have owed Freddy money.

The last one ended up here.

Footbath time, is it?

Come join.

So, you’re the one who’s taken off with that bag?

- Hey, how’s your tooth? - Shut up.

(Speaks Norwegian-Romani)

I mean, it’s 3000 roofies!

I tried to save you.

Fuck, we’ll speak tomorrow.

All this girl does

is snorting pepper and eating roofies.

Fuck, she’s awesome! Fuck, you’re awesome!

Come sit on me, baby.

- Stop. - Chill. What the fuck.

There are those who believe in gnomes, those who believe in trolls.

I believe in smurfs, because I’ve seen them up close.

Fuck, there’s a control.

Crap…

Pål!

- Pål, give me the bag. - Chill. Chill.

It’ll work out.

Here. Here, here, here.

- Can I have one, too? - Yes, chill out, Freddy.

- Hello there, Pål. - Yeah?

Turn off the ignition.

But hello there.

Hello there, Berit.

Freddy Hell and Pål Pot in the same car…

It’s like Christmas Eve.

This is Østfold’s most infamous police officer, Berit Hammerstad.

Also known as “The Hammer”,

because...

she’s a fucking nightmare.

- Have we done anything wrong? - I don’t know.

Have you?

Why are you all blue around your mouths?

We’ve had blue candy.

We’ve been to Sweden.

Something’s not right…

Calm down, Pål.

Maybe check it out?

Hi there.

Can you blow into this?

- What’s up? - Get out.

Turn around.

Are you going to finger my ass again, Berit?

I’m starting to fall in love with you.

Do you have anything in your pockets?

Ah, a bit lower, Berit.

Could you come to Bjor Hill, Berit? We need you quickly.

Pål, I smell a rat here.

- What is it? - I think it smells of pork. Bacon.

Come on, Pål.

I don’t know. There’s nothing wrong here.

- Well, behave… - Berit, we need to go.

And find someone else to hang out with than this psychopath.

You could at least give me a kiss before you go, Berit.

Holy fucking shit!

Damn, I filmed everything. I think I filmed…

- Yes, I filmed! - Did you get everything?

Yes!

Fucking cunt!

What the fuck?

Fuck.

What are you doing?

I don’t know.

Candles, that’s what it was…

Don’t worry, Mom.

What have you taken now?

I don’t know… I just had a bit to drink…

Don’t lie to me.

Roofies…

What?

Roofies. Rohypnol.

What’s that?

Pills.

It’s not that dangerous, Mom.

I’m not turning into a drug addict.

I’m just having fun with the boys.

It’s just for fun.

I feel great.

I feel really great, Mom.

Go to bed, Tommy.

Now, you’re not going anywhere.

We’ll talk tomorrow at breakfast.

Yes...

“You sweet youth, with your dreams.

It feels like it was yesterday.

You sweet youth,

when it flowed freely

"of palpitations and sun and spring."

English subtitles by Maja E. V. Olsen