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When I was five years old, Mom and Dad got divorced.

Dad had found another woman. I lived with Mom at Bede until I was 11.

Mom and I are Romani people.

And if you’re Rom, you’re used to taking a beating.

When I was 12, Mom lost custody.

I had to move to Dad and Ingeborg.

One year later, Mom killed herself.

KIDS IN CRIME

“US AND THEM”

Oh, come on… Please…

You promised to stay out of trouble.

You’ve broken that promise.

Thus, you won’t get a car.

And we’ve ordered these.

Urine samples.

So, every Monday morning, we’ll take this test.

You’re making me do a pissing test?

We just want you back on track, Tommy.

- What the fuck are you talking about? - I am right on track.

Then prove it to us!

That’s what it’s come to.

As long as you live under our roof, we’ll do it like this.

Fuck!

On top of everything, I couldn’t fucking remember where I’d left the 2000 roofies.

Where are they?

What?

That’s the deal with roofies. You don’t remember shit.

My DVDs.

It’s probably Janne who has taken them…

No!

Tommy...

Hey…

This is just how it’s got to be now.

We think this is what’s best for you.

Oh, it’s Julius...

Is he broken? Wait…

I think I need to repair him.

We’re doing this because we love you, Tommy.

And because we know you can do better.

Remember that.

Goodness me…

Aren’t you at work?

Where’s Dad?

I’ll tell you something. Your father hasn’t slept in days.

So maybe you could try picking up the phone when he calls you.

Could you do that? Huh?

The world does not only revolve around you, Monica.

Hi.

So, I have the day off work…

Maybe we could watch a movie, if you like?

He’s on sick leave.

Well, have a seat in the sofa.

I’ll make us some cups of tea.

Maybe make some food for the girl.

She’s thin as a needle.

You used to complain about me eating too much. Now, it’s too little.

I just want you to start taking care of yourself, Monica.

I see you’ve taken down the photo of Mom.

Mhm.

Was it too hard for you?

Having a pikey bitch in the house.

One might wonder where you get your behavior from…

Here we are.

Well, have a cozy evening, you two…

Maybe I’ll see you when I come back from work, Monica?

Sure thing, Ingeborg.

"Fucking hell!"

"Now, calm down…"

- "Why didn’t you tell me?" - "I should have told you sooner."

"I’ve had sex with my sister, do you get that?"

"I’m painfully aware of that…"

Did you stay with that Freddy guy?

No…

We’re talking about 3000 roofies here.

Didn’t fucking need to take all of them.

Can’t you be a little happy to still have all your teeth?

I saved you.

Oh, you saved me?

By putting me in debt to Freddy Hell?

Thanks a lot.

Yes, I did.

Because it was the only option.

I’m in debt, too.

Stian Scrotum, have you heard about him?

You know what Freddy did when he couldn’t pay on time?

He went home to his parents with a sword…

and cut their dog in half.

Yeah, right…

Yeah, right?

Everybody knows that story, Tommy…

Maybe you shouldn’t flirt with his girlfriend, then?

That’s none of your fucking business.

Regardless of what we think of this situation,

we need to give Freddy 36,000 NOK within 13 days.

We could stand here and argue,

but the roofies won’t sell themselves.

So…

Are you in?

“All I want is to have fun.”

13 DAYS LEFT

As a dealer, you need two phones.

So first, we each get another cell.

- Yo. - Yo.

Okay...

This one has Snake 2 and lots of cool ring tones. This, I stole from this bitch.

This is a vibrator.

Anonymous Netcom subscriptions.

Zip log bags from Biltema.

And just in case…

12 DAYS LEFT

I don’t know anyone who does drugs.

Listen, if your grandma is the only one you know,

it’s up to you to make sure she buys 1000 roofies. You hear me?

Have you tried roofies before?

No?

Okay, listen…

For 20-40 NOK,

you’ll get a high that is better than alcohol.

Cheaper and better.

Only 50?

Come on, fuckface, say 80 at least.

No, I know you’re not a junkie,

but this is medicine, I promise.

Do I hear 100? Perfect.

You don’t fucking mess with these guys.

They kicked the shit out of Renée Dirt and sprayed his face blue.

Yo!

Pål, this guy wants 20. The guy with the wacko glasses.

And this Adidas fag wants 30.

This little girl wants 40.

Now, you’re on a roll, Pål.

- See yah. - Hope you like it.

This is only 1000.

Give me the rest.

7 DAYS LEFT

That was 200, right?

I don’t have any money.

You don’t have money?

No.

I have 50 ecstasy.

Let me see those.

These are worth lots more than the roofies.

Sarp turned into a smurf village.

6 DAYS LEFT

If your mouth was blue in the autumn of 2001,

it was because of us.

Even Marius Cunt, the sleazeball Tommy used to play soccer with,

- he wanted some. - Yo, boys.

MARIUS CUNT

He wanted a third of all our roofies. But, he wanted to pay later.

- Just a couple of days. - No way.

We need cash now.

Fuck sake…

I told you. Mom and Dad are going to the Canary Islands tomorrow.

They always leave their card.

Couple of days and all the money is yours, okay?

Come on…

- Are you throwing a party? - No, just a couple of guys. No biggie.

Can we go and say hi?

Now is not really a good time.

Some other time, okay?

Couple of days.

Come on…

Bye, boys.

I’ve always wanted to knock out that dickhead.

No kidding?

He’s the one who ran around saying I was brain damaged.

Right… Fucking asshole.

Is Tommy home?

Eventually, dealing from home became stressful.

There is a limit to how many people can come to borrow a CD or DVD.

- Matrix. - Awesome.

- That goes without saying. - See yah.

See yah.

5 DAYS LEFT

- We’re not even halfway. - Seriously?

It’ll work out. We have the whole weekend.

It’ll work out.

Hi. I just had some clean clothes for your closet.

I get that you’re snooping around. I’m not stupid.

Remember that tomorrow it’s time for the urine sample.

I’ll be here at eight in the morning.

This doesn’t work any longer, Julius.

Pål! Come here!

What’s up?

Try sitting on this.

I’ve adjusted the seat further back.

I’ve given you a new, softer cam.

What do you think?

Feels good.

Have you given that offer any more thought?

The contract…

I was thinking, if you...

sign it now, we can bring it to the race this weekend.

This weekend?

Do we have racing this weekend?

The Australianians are coming to watch you race.

I don’t have time to spend the whole weekend at the race.

I have other things to do.

Other things?

Such as?

Other things.

This is the third time in half a year that you cancel last minute.

Try to be a bit of a grownup, take some responsibility.

I’m here working on this for you all fucking day.

I’ve never asked you to.

I’ve had enough.

You could get paid to race.

All you do is messing around like an idiot.

Ungrateful. That’s what you are.

You can do the tinkering yourself.

You didn’t fucking do that.

What the hell?

- Are you completely brain dead, or what? - Yes, call me that, you too, Dad.

Fucking great. Thanks!

You can wipe your ass with that contract.

Calm down a little, Pål.

You do like racing.

You two like that I’m racing.

So you can prove that that brain damaged son of yours is good for something.

- I didn’t use that word. - Don’t you think I get what you meant?

Dad is just trying to... What, Mom? Everything was so much easier with my brother?

Don’t you think I know you hate me?

Let’s see if you miss me when I’m gone.

- Hi, Tommy. - Hi.

- It’s been a long time. - Yes.

Everything okay?

Can’t you talk to him? I don’t know what to do.

Look forward to the newspaper tomorrow, Mom.

You’ll see this one smashed against a rock face.

Pål, cut it out. Tommy, stop him!

Pål!

What the hell are you doing? Get out.

- No. - Pål!

Pål!

Get out. Now!

If you’re going to drive into a rock face, you have to do it with me.

Okay.

Do you think that’s going to help when you ram into the mountain at 200 km/h?

The rock face at King’s Road could work. Used to fire up a joint there, so good place to die.

Sounds good.

A lot of people have tried that reversed psychology crap, Tommy. Doesn’t work.

I’m not trying anything.

I don’t give a fuck.

We’ll see about that.

Pål! Pål!

Påååål!

Are you alive, Tommy?

Damn right you’re alive! Fucking hell!

"Us Christian hard-working people

are about to lose our rights to

lazy junkies and infidels."

- "You fucking pig!" - "Shut up!"

Monica!

I know you’re in there.

Dad, don’t open. You can’t open!

- He can’t shout like that. - I mean it dad, you can’t open.

- Go get that daughter of yours, Bjørn. - She’s not here.

- No more bullshit, Bjørn. - She’s not-

Monica!

I know you’re in here.

She’s not here, I said.

Monica!

Monica!

Come on now!

Monica!

Where is she?

She’s not here!

Your daughter has robbed me of 10,000 NOK.

What are you going to do about that? Huh?

You could, A. Tell me where she is,

B. Pay up 10,000 from that thick wallet of yours right now.

I’ve already chosen C.

Call the cops.

A father for his daughter, alright.

My father-in-law.

See you soon, Bjørn.

Monica..?

Monica?

Monica?

You came with.

Your old lady, Wenche, asked me to.

She’s happy I’m hanging out with you again.

“That Tommy, he’s a decent boy, you know.”

I seriously want to become decent.

You know, eventually.

Seriously?

Woman, kids, station wagon, loan in the bank…

An ordinary life.

I’m going to become one of them.

I’m just going to...

enjoy myself first.

We can’t keep fucking doing this.

Digging down stash in the woods…

That’s too silly.

If we’d had our own place, we could’ve gone all in.

So, you’re saying the two of us should move in together?

You’re always so damn skeptical of me.

What the fuck does it take?

I backed you in a fight.

I’ve driven into a rock face with you.

I’m the one who should be skeptical.

What the fuck are you doing?

Checking if there’s anything available to rent, of course.

Sure, we found a place.

Where we could move in immediately.

The rent is 3500 NOK per month.

The only problem was…

And a deposit of 10,000 NOK.

Deposit?

What’s that?

Where the fuck would two boys with drug debt to their ears

get a hold of ten grand?

English subtitles by Maja E. V. Olsen