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Our little baby cakes has become an adult.

Mom...

Sure, on paper.

Don’t wriggle free when your mom wants a hug.

- Smile! - No, come on…

With a card or something. Come on.

No, hold up the 18 so I get it on camera.

Lovely! Like that. Dad, I can’t see you.

Like that.

My brother is all grown up.

Speaking of grown up…

I’m moving.

What are you saying?

I’m moving out.

How do you figure?

Meaning I don’t live here anymore, but somewhere else.

But you don’t even have a job.

No…

But I’m moving in with Pål, and he has a job.

And he’s fixed me a job, too.

Pål?

As in Pål Pot?

What kind of job?

At a warehouse. I’m starting tomorrow already.

Is that so?

That’s good.

And the deposit?

Pål said he’ll fix it.

But he’s not...

We’re moving tomorrow.

We’ve rented a house in Skjeberg.

Oh my God. That’s fine, isn’t it?

I moved out when I was 18, and I’ve done okay.

Yes, but…

That’s just how it’s going to be. I’m a grown-up and decide when I want to piss.

Yeah, hello?

- Yeah, hello? - Do you have two phones?

It’s Pål’s…

What are you saying?

We need that deposit. I’ve just told my folks I’m moving.

It’ll work out. Mom has money. Be ready when I come tomorrow.

I was just wondering…

Are you doing this so you can do drugs and stuff?

No, Mom…

I promise.

Okay?

You need to stop worrying so much.

Your boy has just grown up, okay?

Okay?

Come here.

I promise you, Mom.

In 4-5 weeks, I’ll pick you up in my own car,

which I’ve bought for my own money.

And then you and I will take a ride to Sweden.

No more funny business from me.

I promise.

I promise.

Okay?

Okay?

I’m a grown geezer now.

What the fuck is this?

Bye.

Bye.

KIDS IN CRIME

How many days before we have to pay Freddy?

We need to give him the money on Tuesday.

So…

… four days.

There’s this welfare thing, where you can turn in receipts for furniture and other crap,

and you get the money back.

So, if we get hold of some fake receipts,

we could just turn those in and get free money.

What the hell are you talking about? We’re not going on welfare.

We’re going to be dealing and earn money like normal people.

What are you stopping here for?

Do you need something?

Listen…

It didn’t work out with the deposit money from Mom…

Okay?

But I have found a solution.

Monica?

What’s going on?

Monica has 10,000 NOK and no place to live.

It’s perfect.

Are you kidding me?

Seriously, Tommy. She’s a buddy.

And Freddy has beaten her again.

I won’t let her roam the streets. She’ll go back to that idiot.

That idiot is our dealer, who we owe money.

He’ll skin us if he sees us with her.

- Yo, boys. - Yo.

Damn, this is going to be like Friends.

No!

This is a terrible idea.

What will the landlord say when he sees Monica Larsen on the contract? Everyone knows she’s gypsy.

Fuck you…

Don’t “fuck you” me. It’s not my fault it’s like that.

- You know how people react to that stuff, Pål. - You’re just like those sheep, you asshole.

Exactly…

Fuck you, Tommy. Fuck you!

Could you think about someone other than yourself for once?

Myself? What the hell are you talking about?

Why the hell are you friends with that racist fuck?

(Speaking Norwegian-romani)

I’m sorry, Monica. Okay?

- Just calm down. - Stick that apology…

… up your ass, you filthy man whore.

He said sorry.

- He said sorry? - He doesn’t mean that stuff.

It was mean of me.

Okay? We’ll figure it out. It'll work out.

How so, Tommy? Huh?

Between us, you live there, okay?

But we don’t fucking tell anyone.

Not even the landlord, and definitely not Freddy.

Okay?

Okay?

Are we going to fucking live here?

We only had four days left,

but now we had an office.

Now we just had to get the ball rolling.

No squares allowed.

Stop jerking, Tommy. We need to work.

Were there ten or fifteen in the red ones?

- Ten in the red. - Ten in the red. Okay.

- Thirty in those? - Correct.

You know this guy has been offered a pro contract, right?

Oh, please…

Seriously? In Speedway?

In Australia.

What!?

Don’t start, you too.

Why haven’t you told me? Why the fuck not?

- I haven’t considered it. - It’s awesome!

- You could be the pride of Sarpsborg. - I mean, Australia!

Can’t believe you don’t want to…

What if I just don’t want to?

I’m going to have kids and station wagon, Tommy. Become one of them.

At least I have a goal in life.

So do I.

And what’s that?

Becoming a drug dealer?

Østfold’s greatest drug dealer.

Monica, do you have a goal?

This.

Yes, this.

Do you get what I mean?

The door is open.

The word went around, and the house became like a 24-hour open pharmacy with fixed clients.

People came to buy dope, but never left.

We became an institution for all the outcasts in town.

- Get rid of the camera… - Why are you freaking out?

Check this out.

Hey, chill you sicko.

- It’s too much. Pål! - Cut it out!

- You’re going to get a heart attack. - Pål!

You sick bastard. Fucking hell.

You sick bastard.

Are you okay?

If God exists, why can’t we be eternally high on speed?

Monica?

- It’s occupied. - Let me in.

Come on.

- Hi? - What’s up?

Are you okay?

What do you have there?

Let me see it.

It’s nothing.

Let me see.

It’s better for the body to shoot it up.

I want to try.

Seriously?

I need your belt.

You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.

Stop it…

I mean it.

Your eyes are insane.

What the hell is going on?

Are Pål and Monica doing it?

Did that come as a shock to you?

Yes.

I mean, what the fuck do I tell Freddy? He’s out searching for her.

Is he?

Yes, of course he is, Tommy.

I’ll tell you what to tell Freddy.

Yes, you do that.

Not a fucking thing.

Listen, Mr. Fucking Tommy Dickface Montana.

I’m with Freddy every damn day. And I’m not the type who lies.

So, try ratting on Pål, then.

Huh?

I said, try ratting on Pål, then.

- Okay. - And I’ll break your face.

If you step on Pål,

I’ll cut your throat.

You’re not right in the head.

Huh?

You’re not right in the head.

Yo.

You must be Roger.

That’s right.

Freddy.

Tommy’s new boss.

Right.

Down at the warehouse?

Yes, at the warehouse.

And this is Glenn, in accounting.

Hi there.

Hi.

Hi. You must be good old Mette.

Heard lots about you. Freddy.

- Hi. - I’m Tommy’s new boss at the warehouse.

Just wanted to give him this cake.

The boy turns 18 and everything.

Yes, that was yesterday.

Oh? He’s completely new, you know, so we only found out yesterday.

I just want to say Tommy has made a really good impression his first days with us.

Really?

He’s in his trial period, but if he keeps it up, he’ll get a fixed contract.

That’s nice.

Yeah…

- Tommy is not home. - That’s alright.

Hey, can’t you give him this cake from me?

And tell him we’ll celebrate him properly on Tuesday.

- How kind. - Yeah.

- Pleasure. Have a nice evening. - Have a nice evening.

When we’re old, we’re going to say,

“those were the days” when we talk about this time.

These are the days.

Fucking hell!

These are the days!

These are the days goddammit!

Fucking hell!

No one’s going to mess with us in this crib, Pål.

Can I tell you something?

Even if I’ve hated you the past years,

- I’ve been jealous of you, too. - Huh?

Yes.

You’ve had things going for you.

Soccer and skating and…

been one of the cool ones.

People loved you.

I’ve always been jealous of that.

Yeah…

That was before…

All of that is gone now.

It’s up to me to do something about it.

Here and now.

Either you’re somebody…

Or you’re nobody.

You sick fuck!

- These are the days. - These are the fucking days.

- Every fucking time. - They’re clients…

Clients? Yo!

We were tired of idiots getting drunk on booze and screaming along to Björn Rosenström and Bon Jovi.

Fuck getting drunk, fuck the square ones…

Fuck all the rest.

No one can stop us now.

When we finally got a hold of that dickhead, he’d downed a bottle of liquor,

two grams of amphetamine and thirty Rohypnol pills.

The guy was all blue in the face.

Blue in the face?

Yes, they suck on the Rohypnol to get better effect.

Right…

We’ve had blue candy.

People become psychopaths from that stuff…

English subtitles by Maja E. V. Olsen