Original subtitles

Rise and shine. We need to get going.

Someone’s trying to get a hold of you.

Fuck, what’s with all this noise?

“I’m not sure.

I think evil is prevailing.”

Fuck…

“When I look around me, I can’t see clearly.

My eyes are open, but I feel blind.

Humans are animals, of the worst kind.

We’re coming out, in moonlight.

Where’s Monica?

Probably at the store.

She was going to make us breakfast and everything.

Have we been to Freddy’s, or are we going there now?

That bad, huh?

We're going there now.

They’re home. I see him.

Open up, boys.

We know you’re here. This is the police!

Is it Jehovah’s witnesses?

Hello there, Pål.

How cozy.

Yeah, I’ll make us some coffee.

I’d like mine with a little milk. Just a dash.

Must be radioactive, that piss.

So…

What a nice place.

Yeah… Welcome.

Fucking hell…

Calling Crisis.

Oh my goodness.

This isn’t looking good, boys.

You don’t think?

Just tell us where you have it.

We’ll find it, anyway.

I don’t doubt that.

Hey, get it together.

Why are you here?

Don’t play dumb.

You know why.

I’m not playing.

I am dumb, and I have that on paper.

Rofies, Pål.

“Rofies”, you say?

Roofies.

Yes.

Rohypnol.

Ever heard of that?

We know there is “shuttle traffic” in and out of this crib 24/7.

So, you’re here because you…

… suspect we’re selling drugs?

Bingo, Tommy Olsen.

I don’t know who of you is the captain of this ship, but…

you’ve hit some rocks.

I’m the only one who can help you, so…

maybe you should start to cooperate.

I think you’re the ones who’ve hit a rock. I have no clue what you’re on about.

Right, then…

Fine.

Then we’ll turn this place upside down.

Good luck. Could you do the laundry while you’re at it?

Yeah...

Dammit.

We don’t have shit.

Don’t you need permission to do this?

No, we’re just visiting.

The door was open. Did you put on that coffee?

Fuck off…

You’ve got a big mouth, Pål.

That’s good, because that’s the only thing that can save you now.

Put them in chains and bring them to the basement.

- Is that necessary? - Yes, you’re high.

What the fuck are you on about?

- Not the basement, please. - Thought you liked a lone cell, Pål.

I have a baptism tomorrow. No time for this.

- Should have thought of that. - Let me put some clothes on first.

KIDS IN CRIME

“A FINGER UP THE ASS”

Hello?

Mom?

Jimmy?

What’s going on?

Huh?

Kitty is just going to lie down for an hour.

Is she still sick?

Huh?

Huh?

Is she still sick?

She was healthy enough last night.

What do you want?

My money.

Huh?

My money.

Money?

Oh, you mean the 300 NOK I owe you?

Mhm.

You’re not saying you’ve come all this way for 300 NOK?

Count them yourself.

Cut that out, Jimmy.

Hi, Freddy.

Hello there, Mom.

Go clean up.

What do you really want, Freddy?

New ring tone?

Yeah?

There was just a razzia at Tommy and Pål’s. Go to the woods or something.

Where did you hear that?

A buddy of mine heard of it.

Okay, grab the most important stuff and get to the spot.

- I just need to fix something first. Okay? - Okay.

I’ll see you there.

I’ll just stay here for a while.

(Speaks German)

Attaboy.

- Do you have beer for me? - Sure.

(Speaks German)

How cozy!

Anything else in your pockets? Anything sharp?

I happen to have some ninja stars.

Knife?

Needles?

Are you being rude?

Search him.

Take off your sweater.

Fuck, no.

Take off your sweater, Pål.

Why?

It’s routine. We do it to everyone in your situation.

What situation is that?

If you don’t do as we say,

we need to use force.

I don’t think neither of us are interested in that.

Come on.

Bring him to his cell and search him more thoroughly.

Why?

Come on.

Can’t you just interrogate me here? Seriously...

- I don’t want to go in there. - Then stop behaving like that.

You’re enjoying yourself…

Power hungry cunt.

Turn towards the wall. Come on.

Up against the wall.

How long will this take?

I’m going to a baptism tomorrow.

There. Now you can put your clothes back on.

Let me out! You fucking cunt!

Let me out!

You Nazis!

JESOS WILL AND CAN SAVE YOU!

Yeah?

I’m outside your crib.

Good. Stay there.

If the cops come, you know who snitched.

Okay. Are you coming?

Soon.

Soon? What’s going on?

Freddy,

call Monica and we’ll have a little party.

Yes, bring her.

Stop that!

Fuck off, you brat. Fucking hell!

Get out!

Get out, you bastard!

Get out of here.

You fucking brat!

Fucking hell.

Who are you buying from, Tommy?

Nobody.

Is that your jacket?

Looks like it.

Then you know what was in the pockets, too.

This is nothing compared to what we found at your place.

What the fuck are you on about?

I’m asking you a simple question: Who are you buying from?

Interrogation technique is not your strong suit, is it?

I like to party.

But we’re not dealing.

Why, then…

… was this scale on the table?

Is it illegal to have a scale now, too?

I don’t want to be your enemy, okay? I’m not after you or anything.

It’s true. I think you’re a decent boy.

I’m actually interested in helping you.

But then you have to help me.

Listen…

You can keep asking me the same question.

A hundred times over.

And I will repeat:

Nobody.

I don’t give a fuck if you think I’m lying.

I’m going to a baptism tomorrow. You probably have a family waiting at home.

Let’s call it, shall we?

Or do we sit here until Jesus shows up?

You know that this…

This is enough to give you…

Six months of knocking together pallets in the woods.

On top of that,

you have tested positive for hashish, amphetamine, rohypnol…

And we know you were driving a car yesterday, because we have pictures of that.

So I can take away your license, right now.

- That’s just bullshit. - No.

But you know, a drug sentence like this…

means you will struggle to enter countries such as

the USA, Japan, Australia…

What the fuck do you mean? Do I get banned from all those countries?

Yes.

Permanently unwanted.

Then you can forget to race in those countries.

I know you race, you see.

I’ve paid some attention to you.

In the newspapers and stuff.

To be completely honest with you,

I think you can make it big.

But then you have to help me.

If not, I’ll take away your license.

- You can’t fucking take my license. - Yes.

- I’m racing. That’s what I do. - You’re doing drugs, Pål.

That’s what you do.

And you know what?

Then I’ll take away your license.

According to the Road Traffic Act paragraph 34,

I can do that right here and now.

So you need to choose: Do you want a future,

or do you want to hang out in those godawful circles you’re in now?

What do you mean, choose?

You’re going to take away my license, and…

- throw me out of every country in the world. - I can fix all that.

As long as you tell me

who you have bought these Rohypnol pills from.

First of all, I don’t buy Rohypnol pills.

Secondly, I’d never tell you shit anyway. I’m no snitch.

You call it snitching. I call it taking responsibility.

I think both you and I know who’s running this shop.

Are you going to let that asshole ruin your future?

Okay…

How about this?

This disappears.

And you can just tell me.

Completely off the record.

There.

Pål.

Now you need to take responsibility. If not, I can’t help you.

Hello?

Yo.

Give me that.

You okay?

The boys won’t snitch.

Oh, fuck.

Who told you about that razzia, Crisis?

Monica?

No!

Have you talked to her? Behind my back?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Tell me! Where is she?

- Skjeberg… - I asked, where is she?

Where is she!?

Skjeberg…

In their house.

English subtitles by Maja E. V. Olsen