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Looks like you need a fix, honey.

KIDS IN CRIME

"PARTY TIME"

Yo.

Are you okay?

We need to get going.

The baptism is in three hours.

Fuck, that’s today.

Should not be fucking allowed.

Grabbing us at home and throwing us into a cell.

Fucking cunts.

Did the interrogation go well?

Yeah.

I thought they were there because of Marius. But the Cunt kept his mouth shut.

They don’t have a thing on us.

Fuckers!

- Be quiet. - Shut up, you old wreck!

Yo! This is Monica.

I can’t be bothered to pick up right now.

Fuck.

- Monica has turned off her phone. - Maybe she’s sleeping for once.

Why do you think people start doing drugs?

Fuck do I know.

Does there have to be a reason?

Don’t need to have been beaten at home, to do a little dope.

Some like theater.

Others put on trance and pop pills.

A lot of people do drugs because they have it rough.

Yeah.

But most of them drink alcohol.

3-4 times a week.

You can go out, get drunk as hell,

grab and puke on the women…

That’s allowed.

But if you do a tiny stripe of speed in your basement,

then you’re a junkie and a criminal.

Now, let’s get home

and bring that crap to Freddy.

And then we go all in.

I know Freddy has more stuff now, so we can cash in immediately.

What’s up?

Hello?

There is something I need to tell you.

I signed that contract.

In Australia?

That’s awesome.

You think so?

Of course I do. I’ve been pestering you to do that.

Fucking hell.

Monica is coming with.

Yeah?

I think…

I think we need to get away.

That’s a good choice.

You should join, too.

Do they have roofies there?

Of course there are roofies there.

There are roofies everywhere.

Big pharma, you know.

International mafia.

Monica?

Yo.

Yo.

Where did you take off to?

I was just in the garden.

Tried calling you.

And you’re okay?

Sure.

“This is Juni, this is serious.”

Yo, boys.

Yo.

I just dropped by to pick up this one. Damn nice, Tommy. Thanks.

Look who I found.

Didn’t think she was here.

Isn’t that what you said, Tommy?

No, no, no, no…

I didn’t know that either.

It’s easy to get things mixed up.

Yes.

Just help yourselves, boys. All of it has to be gone by the morning.

Pål…

Yeah…

Your time to snort.

No, I’m taking it easy.

Going to a baptism in…

… half an hour. Fuck.

Need to put my suit on.

Did the daddy’s boy do well in his first interrogation?

Yeah.

But they wanted me to snitch on you.

What did you say, then?

I said…

We can sit here until Jesus shows up, if you want.

But I’m not saying shit.

There.

Now we’re even.

By far.

Tommy Montana,

what did I tell you?

You’re born to be a…?

… criminal.

Let’s get you some breakfast before you leave.

- No, I have to... - I insist.

Yeah, why not?

Put on some music here.

Well, I guess I should get going.

My stepfather, you know...

Jimmy Dice.

Heard of him, Tommy?

I’ve heard the name, yes.

Do you know why he was called Jimmy Dice?

No.

No?

It wasn’t because he was so fond of Yatzy…

Him and my mom got so fucking high when I was a kid.

Acid and speed all night long.

Hippies, you know.

I used to lie awake and listen to them.

No one sang me lullabies, to put it like that.

And when they got in proper shape,

around 3-4 AM,

I used to wake to the sound of Jimmy’s die.

Mom was the only girl in that gang,

so Jimmy had a game.

Those who got more than three,

got to fuck Mom.

Those who got less than three,

got fucked by Jimmy.

So when they were done throwing the die.

The lucky or unlucky one went into my brother’s old bedroom,

which was next to mine,

and I was a curious little boy,

so I spied through a hole in the wall.

That was my sex education.

My point is:

Here we are,

three boys and one girl.

And I’m a little nostalgic today,

so I thought it might be nice to play that game.

Just a couple of throws before I go.

From what I gather, Pål,

you’re the one who’s most keen on fucking Monica. So you start.

And since Monice is mine,

I’m the game master.

More than three,

you get to fuck her.

Less than three,

you get fucked by me.

What the fuck, Freddy?

Stop messing around, Fred-

You’ve waited on this opportunity for a long time, Pål.

Don’t tell me you’ve already fucked her?

No?

Good.

That would be no fun.

The die decides.

Come on, Pål. You start.

Come on, Pål.

It’s just a game.

Yeah.

Freddy, no!

Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?

Stand up!

Stand up, I said!

Over there.

Over to the wall. Come on.

Freddy!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

First, you steal my woman, and then you snitch on me.

- No one here has snitched, Freddy! - No?

So, why is the whole Sarpsborg police in my living room?

- Did you snitch on me? - No.

What did I say about this guy, Tommy?

He only cares about speed and roofies.

Just admit it, you fucking snitch.

Admit it!

I’ll count down from three, and then I’ll blow your head off.

Three.

Two.

One.

Yes.

I didn’t hear you?

I snitched.

Didn’t hear you!

Yes, I snitched.

I had to, Monica.

So you could run off to Australia?

Run away from everything?

Australia, are you kidding me?

You know you’re going down, too, Tommy.

You fucking won’t, Tommy.

Believe me, you will. We’re both going to jail.

What do we do about snitches, Tommy? Huh?

I did not fucking snitch on you, Tommy. That’s just bullshit.

Why didn’t you say anything about this?

What do we do about snitches?

- I would never snitch on you, Tommy! - Shut your mouth!

Snitches must die.

That’s the way it is.

We’re not fucking going to jail because of this loser.

Tommy!

This is part of the game, Tommy.

What do you want to do with him? Huh?

Tommy, he stabbed you in the back, goddammit.

Were you going to run off to Australia with that vegetable?

Look at me.

Pål!

Come on.

Wake up.

- I’ll tape him. - Are you completely insane?

Hold it, hold it, no, no, no, hold it.

Look at your buddy.

Before you go to Australia with the love of your life,

you just need to know that your best buddy here

has fucked her behind your back.

You see, I know Monica better than anyone.

Did I say something I shouldn’t have said?

Come on, we’re going for a walk.

Relax, relax, relax.

We don’t have a lot of options, Tommy. Huh?

Can’t release him now.

He’s going to kill you. You get that?

Look at me.

Look at the two of you.

Romeo and Juliet.

I’m going to cry.

It’s so beautiful.

Here we go.

Now we’re talking.

What do you want to do about him, Tommy?

Fuck…

You shot me.

Fucking cunt!

- I’m calling an ambulance… - No, no, no.

Don’t call. That’s fine.

That’s fine.

I just need to rest for a bit.

Pål, you’re not fucking driving now.

I can’t fucking take anymore.

Pål! Pål!

Pål!

Pååål!

Hello?

Hello? Hi. Are you ready, Tommy?

We’re on our way to you.

- Yeah. - Yes?

- Just come on over. - Okay, be ready then.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

I’m not going to become a junkie. I told you.

I’ll take those pissing tests.

I’m going to be examined, get a job,

and sort my head out.

“GHB does NOT show in urine samples”

Yo.

Yeah?

Hey, haven’t you made GHB before?

English subtitles by Maja E. V. Olsen