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Do you see anyone laughing?

Is anyone laughing at this joke? - No.

That's the problem. Are you fucking messing with us?

Fucking... you're crazy! - I'm crazy?

I've had enough of this fucking bullshit!

What's going on?

Start the fucking car!

Start the car!

Fucking losers!

It's Christopher. Just checking the system.

Hi. What? Where are you?

What's up? - See...

What happened to you?

It's ridiculous. They went crazy.

Who are they? - Some guys that Simmi...

Shhh!

So, what's the deal?

I don't know, they just freaked out!

Where are you coming from? - Rotterdam.

How much were you carrying? - Well...

A thousand? - No.

Fifteen hundred? Two thousand litres?

You have to be joking?

What did you do? Throw it overboard?

Fuck!

I've quit this bullshit. It's not my problem.

What's going on? - Ask your brother.

I've told you not to smoke in here!

Shhh. - I fucking told him.

Jesus, Arnor.

Yeah, right, we're all really sorry for you.

Sorry.

Does it hurt? - Yeah.

Wait, I need to clean this up.

Hakon, buddy! - Yes.

Use the helmet, man. - Ok.

Arms up. Ok.

Ketchup. - Ketchup.

Raisins? - No, we've got raisins.

Chocolate raisins, then. - No, come on.

Come on, boys, hurry up... See you later.

No, wait, wait... I need money.

How much? - Five, six thousand.

Where's my wallet? - Boys, don't run into the street.

Not the street. - Ivar called.

Ivar who? - The landlord.

How much do we owe him? - Two months.

I have to go. See you.

Come on, boys, I'm really late for work now.

Bye, dad. - See you, dad!

Careful. You'll scrape the tiles.

Nice? - Yeah.

Ice maker. Freezer box.

350 litres. - Wow.

Coffee? - Yes, please.

Why don't you take the old one? Brand new. Four years old.

We'll just throw it on the truck.

I'll ask Iris. - It's just in my way.

Come on, Skuli. Let's get going.

I'm having this. - What's that?

Put it back. - No.

Skuli! - Ouch.

Put it back. - No.

Shush, put it.... - No.

Don't be silly. Good boy.

Steingrimur wants to give us a fridge.

A fridge? - Yeah.

He just got a new one. Huge. Wants us to have the old one.

Well, should we take it?

Don't know. Everything seems to be second hand from Steingrimur.

The TV, the sofa, and now the fridge.

And me. Don't forget me.

Thanks for reminding me.

He's just being grateful. - For what? Getting rid of you?

For not having grassed him up when you got busted.

Remember this song?

Of course I remember.

About time you showed up. Days since you came in, isn't it?

No. We just got in.

Everything in here? - Yeah.

See if there's anything you like.

Look here... - Dad, see!

Yeah, we've seen that already. The other day, remember?

And that one. - Go talk to your mom.

Hey, I... - Well, well...

Got time to watch videos, do you? - Hey, I'll fix this!

Yeah, you'll fix this. - Eiki, you want anything?

Just a moment. You won't fix shit.

Come on, man, I'll... I just need money.

You won't get any from us.

You'll do another run and clean up this shit.

What's going on? - Nothing!

Are you done? - Yeah.

Winston, 3 packs. And the tape.

I miss not having a family... ...all alone in that big house.

Just want to stay at work and...

There he goes again.

Isn't this the same speech he gave last week?

For Christ's sake, give the man something to drink.

...get in early in the morning, leave late at night.

Arnor, Iris's brother, is in deep shit.

He tossed 2000 litres overboard.

Anything you can do? - Don't know.

I got him the job and feel kind of responsible.

...grateful for being here.

I've been sober for almost a year now...

Why don't you take one more trip and show him the ropes?

...it's going to work out for me.

Iris will freak out. I'm on probation.

I'll put up the money. Split it 50-50, equal profit.

And you'll have a down payment on a new flat.

Couldn't be better? - I'd say so.

Great.

Coffee, Steingrimur? - Sure, half a cup.

Do you know of a flat for rent? - For you guys?

Yes, this one's up for sale. - Why not buy this one?

Yeah, right. We owe two months rent.

Boys! It's bedtime. Get inside.

Want me to give you a hand?

There'll be someone at the dump.

You're too kind, Steingrimur. - No problem, it's on my way.

I was thinking about the rent... - Yes?

I could help... With money, I mean.

Relax, man. We'll be alright.

I know that, but.... We'll manage, ok?

Christopher. - I've had enough of this!

You're not responsible for me and my mistakes.

I'm just trying to help. - There's no need! Period.

I'm late for work. - Bye.

Jesus Christ.

I know how he feels. - He's so jumpy all the time.

Yeah... - Thanks for everything.

No problem. - You should drop by for a haircut.

Ok.

Just checked in at home for a sec. What, are you talking about...

...that I was away for 20 minutes? Is that a big deal now? Boys!

Right. Yeah, yeah, bye. Iris, could you keep the boys quite.

Boys. Stop it. Come on.

Let go of your brother. Let go, I said.

Who was that just now? - Work. Always kicking up fuss.

Ivar called before.

Ivar? - Yeah, the landlord.

The flat's been sold. We have a month to move out.

Good night, darling.

You don't deserve this. - Don't be silly.

It'll be alright. - Yes, I know.

It'll work out. Right? - Yes.

Steingrimur?

I'm really not cool with this. - You've done it a hundred times.

Just one trip to Rotterdam.

Hi.

Hey, old runt. - Good to see you, man.

Hi.

Coffee? - Sure.

The Captain? Is he around? - No, he went ashore.

Lucky me. Well. - Take a seat.

Nothing changes around here.

Arrested 3 times for bootlegging.

Fined. Then court settlement. Finally six months jail time.

Freighter detained for two days. Resisted arrest.

Arrested with 4500 litres of pure alcohol.

Ship delayed again...

Christopher. Don't even dream of getting a job here again.

Whom did you speak to? Johannes? - Yeah.

Johannes.

I can't hire him if he's on probation.

He's done his time and paid his debts.

He deserves another chance.

It's just not my problem, is it?

Johannes. Compassion, man. You know how the deal was.

What are you saying?

There were others. He took the fall.

They're holed up in a shitty basement with two kids.

He's cracking up, needs to get away.

Will you vouch for him then?

Of course.

Alright. - You won't regret this.

We'll see about that.

Yeah... Container, 20 feet. My name is Johann Jonsson.

What's going on?

I tried to reach you. I signed up on Dettifoss.

Are you out of your mind? - Where are my boots?

Christopher?! Christopher.

I'm not visiting you in prison again.

I won't go to prison. It's different now. I'm sober.

Be quiet! You've got a job.

That's not a job, that crap. A fucking janitor on wheels.

It's just one trip, Iris.

I have to do this. Then it's over, I promise.

Always the same bullshit. Skuli, let off!

Come here, Egill.

Christopher! There's no way you're doing another bloody trip!

Come, boys. Say bye to dad. - Bye.

Bye, sweetheart.

Wait... - Thanks.

Promise you'll watch this with your brother. -Yes.

See you in 12 days.

I don't like this. You know that.

I love you.

Lock up the third layer. You don't want it to fall overboard.

Help Greta with the carpet cleaner and get ready to sail.

Hi. - Hi.

Just passing. Forgot to give you this.

It comes with the fridge. - Right. Come in.

Are you alright? Am I disturbing? - No. Just watching TV.

Tea? - Why not.

A sailor's wife again? - I guess I'll never be anything else.

This is so like Christopher.

How long is the trip? - 12 days.

Unless he'll do another 2 or 3 years. - Mom. Mom!

Shhh...

How are things with you and Christopher?

Great. He's doing really well, considering everything.

Well, whatever happens, you can always count on me.

Thanks.

It's getting a little late. It's just that I have...

Sorry. - No problem.

I didn't realise how late it was.

It's alright. It's just that I...

Not as long as in Cuxhafen...

What the hell are you doing here? - Nice to see you too.

Who let you on my ship? - They needed a galley boy.

Why wasn't I told? - One might ask.

Is this a bloody conspiracy?!

Fuck!

This is a general announcement, concerning everyone.

Until now it has been forbidden to wear boots in the bridge.

But from now on, shoes will also be forbidden on deck three to five

with immediate effect. I repeat.

No one will enter third deck and upwards with their shoes on!

Shit! - Relax. Have you thought it over?

You're fucking crazy to be doing this, man.

Anyway. See you tonight.

Then it's just...

Hi. - Hi.

Can I have a word? - Wait in the back.

Be right back.

What's up? - I'm really sorry about last night.

Don't worry about it.

Didn't realize the time. - Steingrimur, forget it.

Christopher is one of my best friends. - Relax. Ok?

Don't forget to shave.

Iris! - I'm coming. Have some coffee.

Oh, sorry.

Son of a bitch.

The Captain behaved like a prick. Couldn't let off Christopher.

Got him busted.

They never proved that.

Listen, that's the way it was. Right?

What? - The Captain squealed to customs.

I have an announcement. - Yeah, no question.

Stop it, you fuck...

What about the cooler? - No. They know about that one.

Here? - No, that's too risky.

What's the problem? Why not? - Customs raided it over and over.

They've been on our backs since the big bust.

Fucking persecution. - The rats have smelled out

every fucking crack. - ... every single crack.

A hundred? Two hundred litres? How much goes in here?

80 litres? Half way there, then.

Hey guys, come over here.

What? You're kidding me.

Good one.

Must hold four hundred litres, don't you think?

Four? Much, much more. - Do you think so?

Yeah, see for yourself. See...

122 by 175, let's see...

What are you all doing down here? - Nothing.

Jensen was just showing us...

Jensen? - I know what you're up to.

Don't think you can use my ship for your booze.

Come on, then. Come.

It's alright, Captain. I'll calm him down.

Son of a bitch.

Hello? Guys!

Let me in.

Svenni, I told you that it's not working.

Bloody fucking hell, man!

What dickhead put a pool table on a ship?

Svenni, come on. Everyone wants in.

I can't let more people in on this.

It's yours for three boxes. - Be fair. Two.

Ok, it's a deal. - Thanks, Svenni.

We need a longer stop-over in Rotterdam.

Yeah, we need an engine failure.

Christopher, can you lend me 200?

The propeller. - The propeller?

We'll drain the oil of the propeller and it will get stuck.

The propeller? Never thought of that one before.

They sometimes smear oil on the engine belts.

But that's a total cliché. - Yeah, totally obvious.

I'm not fixing the turbine cooler. Not again.

A fucking nightmare last time. - Yeah, a bad idea.

Christopher, can I borrow 200? I'd like a beer.

Try to focus, nitwit. - What?

You're in on this, aren't you? - Yeah.

Then try and focus, you rat. - Well, ok.

But can I still borrow 200?

What?

Hello? - I've got a job for you.

What do you mean?

I want it done properly. - Got it...

Fucked up bastard.

I need to catch up with the guys. Find yourselves a ride home.

Come on. Come on.

Go inside. I'll bring the rest.

Evening...

Whoops. - Would you please leave.

Come, come. It's cool. Guys, the living room.

Hello, boys. - Hi.

My husband is on his way. - Oooh, your husband?

I thought your husband had gone sailing.

Cops and robbers, boys?

Skuli!

You must get lonely sometimes?

Don't do that! Get out of here!

Get out! Don't!

It must be hard taking care of everything yourself?

Get out!

Why don't I give you a hand? - Mom...

Cute kid.

Guys! Let's beat!

Engine overheats if you take it any lower!

Twenty five! - Are you insane?

Are you there, Christopher? Christopher.

Yeah. - Phone call in the bridge.

Thanks... Don't! Watch out!

Yeah, yeah... - Don't screw this up!

I'll take care of it.

Slow down, Iris, can't hear you... - I've no idea who they are...

...the connection's bad. - They messed up the flat.

Are you guys alright? - Yeah... but they went bezerk.

I have to call the police. - No, wait. Not yet, please.

Call Steingrimur. He could...

Iris. Iris! Hello!

Bloody, fucking hell. - Messed up again, have you?

They wasted everything. They could have killed us.

Christopher said not to call the police.

Bloody lunatics.

I can stay the night if you want. For safety.

On the couch, I mean.

It's up to you.

To the engine room! - Halldor!

Isn't anyone up front? - Can anyone go up front!?

Lower the anchor! Can't slow her down!

We're working on it.

Ease the chain! Can anyone get up front!

I can't reverse. The propeller doesn't work. It's stuck.

Bloody hell! Lower the anchor! Come on!

Sveinn! Am I to sail this thing into the fucking Red Light District?

What the fuck is going on? - The propeller was jammed.

Has anyone tampered with it?

Sveinn! Has anyone tampered with it?

No-one's been near the thing!

It's Christopher.

Christopher. Report to the bridge. Now.

No matter what happens, he'll always blame me.

He's obsessed. - Persecutions.

How long can you keep the ship docked?

You're fucking nuts! - Svenni.

Bloody hell, guys! No more than 8 hours.

Ok. - Christopher. To the bridge. Now!

Where are the cups? - Up there.

Good morning. - Good morning.

Coffee? - Please.

Sundays only, remember.

Here you are. - Thanks.

I've been thinking...

Maybe you guys should stay at my place?

Just until things cool down. I'm never there, anyway.

Sir. You have to sign here.

Have they been back? - No. I called Steingrimur and he came.

Ok. Great.

Steingrimur thinks it's safer for us to stay at his place.

That's smart. This one? - Just while things cool down.

Listen, darling. I can't talk now. Call you back later.

Yes, sure. - Ok, bye.

Shit, it stinks in here. Piece of fucking crap.

Lay off. It's a great car.

Great car.

Try pushing harder! - We're doing just that!

Is Christopher with you?

Yeah, he was here a minute ago.

Try now.

Arnor? Arnor! Fucking idiot.

At Steingrimur's?! - What?

Did she say she'd be moving in? - Who?

Fucking bullshit!

Let's go upstairs! - Wait! I'm first.

Hey! Steingrimur, can we try the Playstation?

Just wait a minute.

Maybe... later.

Wow. - Hey! Cool!

Oh, fuck. He's probably gone bust.

How long have we got? - Until five.

What about Hoogland? - No! Not Hoogland...

Ok, Hoogland.

Do you have to spoil my party with this, you moron?

Tell them yourselves. Goddamn it.

I am waiting for two guys and you are sending me a moron...

to tell me that they don't come.

I won't do any business with you again. Goddamn it.

Hee, hurry up, goddamn.

Hurry up. Hurry up. Guys, do you know how much

they pay for this in Iceland?

32 euros.

Fucking Icelanders!

They are not coming. Okay. You say hello to your friend.

Iris? - Hi. How are you?

I don't think you should move in. - I can't be alone with the boys.

Don't worry, I'll be back soon.

You don't understand, We're scared shit.

These men can show up whenever they feel like it.

But there's no need to be moving to Steingrimur.

We don't have any other choice.

I'm in sort of a situation here, I can't talk right now.

Hey!

Talk to you later.

Sorry. Just talking to my wife. - I have no time for your wife.

Uhmm... Listen... What do we do now?

I don't know.

Run!

Fucking Icelanders.

Hey honey, where are you going?

Are you coming with me?

I need two men.

NL 914 to headquarters.

We can't move on, there's a roadblock here.

Why are you pissing about?

Easy... We're really struggling down here.

This is major.

Lucky that we didn't have to get spares from Germany.

We're leaving in 30 minutes. That's an order.

We're doing our best.

Stop! Police!

You're surrounded, drop your weapons!

Number one, move forward.

Fire, fire!

Get the fuck away! Get the painting!

Hey, cover this up.

What is this? - A canvas?

Christopher! The blue one! That's it!

Start up the engine, guys.

Ok?

Fuck. - Can't you open the door?

No. - Let's go out the window.

Get out here. - Yeah.

Shit, man...

We need to hurry.

Where's Christopher? - In the galley.

Is Christopher in here? - I think he's in the kitchen.

Looking for me?

Yes. The carpets in the bridge need cleaning.

Right now? - Yes, right now.

Arnor!

Where's the money? - What money?

You look like shit. Where did you go?

I went to get some fags and... when I got back, you were gone.

The first place they'll look, asshole.

Shit...

I didn't dare to tell you... I got bluffed the last time.

I came home with 15.000 asperins and everything went bezerk.

That's why Simmi got run over. - Running fucking E's!

Don't! They'll kill me if I don't deliver this time!

So?! - They'll go after you,

and Iris and the boys.

You fucker.

Container D7 was checked in 11 hours later than the rest.

Oh? - What's it holding?

Just a minute... a van. - Ford Transit '94.

Who's importing a 14 year old heap of shit?

Johann Jonsson.

Hi. - Is Iris with you?

I'm at work.

Remember we talked about buying shampoo?

Yeah. - There's soap here as well.

You mean..? - That's right.

Little brother bought some to get rid of the stink.

Really? And what will you do with it?

Throw it overboard.

Sink it? Don't you want to give it another thought?

I'll just be a minute. - Alright.

I have to go. - Ok. Bye.

I'll be right back.

I'm told we've got something coming in from Rotterdam?

I thought you didn't want to know. - Well, this time.

Yeah, that's right. - How much?

About 25-30 million on the street.

Who's running it? - A new guy, Arnor.

Arnor.

Do you know him? - This is getting out of hand.

Reverse, you fuck!

Ok! Wow! - Cool!

Fuck! - You startled me.

What the hell happened? - Well, I...

Is this your car? - It's no big deal, Elsa. I...

You're kidding me?

Christopher? It's time we stashed the load somewhere.

Brilliant.

I'll meet you later. See you.

We'll be open tomorrow. We're closed.

No perm for me, then?

Listen, a trim over the ears and in the neck.

Just a trim over the ears and in the neck.

I like the new look of the place.

Can you fuck in the back?

Your boy, Egill, soiled his green trousers this morning.

He had stuffed his pockets with mud,

but said it was ok because it was his brother's trousers.

What do you want from me?

Tell Christopher that he cannot throw that soap overboard.

Understood? - What's going on?

This is great, really great. Talk to Christopher.

I can't stand this... I'm so glad to see you.

Come, come. - I can't take this, I just can't.

Come, come... easy.

What are you doing? The boys! I must get the boys.

Come, Skuli. - Mom...

Come on... Sorry.

Damn, it's salty!

Guys! Just eat up and shut up.

Always the same junk. - Christopher! Phone call!

Talk to Steingrimur. He'll fix this.

They know everything. They know the boy's names.

What they're wearing, Where they go to school.

What have you got us into? - Yeah. You're on a cell phone.

What's soap? What's that soap you've got?

It's useless. We're throwing it away.

No, they say you can't throw away any soap.

Why did you tell those fucking bastards I was throwing it away?

What? What bastards? - Those friends of yours in Reykjavik.

I haven't talked to anyone. - Nobody knew about the shit!

I didn't tell them. If I didn't and you didn't, then who did?

I don't know!

I can't believe it! Steingrimur, fucking bastard.

Hi. - Hello.

What can I do for you?

I don't know how to put this.

Oh? - It's about Christopher.

What about him?

I may have made a mistake.

Really?

They say he might be doing a run after all.

Einar! On deck! Come on.

It's been transferred.

Christopher... where's the stuff? Don't tell me you threw it overboard?

They'll kill me if I don't bring it in tonight!

Maybe I'll tell the Captain about the booze.

I always hated your guts, you fucking rat.

I don't care if I get you killed.

Hi. Just picking up my things. - Would you like some dinner?

There's steak on the grill. - I can't, sorry.

Christopher's coming in tonight. I must run.

Iris, am I getting it wrong? Do you need to go right away?

Yeah, I've got to be going.

Do you really want to go back to that crummy basement?

Don't do this. - Iris. Please, don't go.

I haven't got time. What's the matter with you?

It's ok. I...

Iris. Please open up. - No. What's the matter with you?

I thought we had something. - What do you mean?

All the flirting. Are you just playing me?

Flirting? What are you on about? - I know you, Iris.

Don't be like this. I... Open up. Speak to me.

Are you running Arnor? Is he your mule?

Did you set the bastards on me?!

Iris. Iris! I'm sorry. Sorry, I.. Please wake up...

Iris... Iris... Iris...

Hi, Christopher. - Where's Iris?

I haven't seen her tonight. Are you in port already?

Do you know where she is? - No. Is everything ok?

Come on, tell me, Steingrimur. Is she there?

Why do you think I'm lying?

Steingrimur! There are fucking choppers all over!

What the fuck's the matter with you? What do you take me for?

I know what your game is, you fucking creep!

Guys, to the galley. Now!

What? Why the rush? - Shut up and move. Now!

Bloody nonsense! - What's going on?

The galley. Get out! Now. - Come on, guys.

Yeah, ok. It's ok. - Come here.

You can sit down. - Yeah, yeah.

Sit down. - Easy, pal.

You're Christopher, aren't you? - That's right.

Why are you importing a 14 year old van?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

There's nothing here. We're leaving.

Guys, we're leaving. Come on.

You can all leave. Sveinn, you may leave.

You're staying, Christopher. - Is that so?

We know the van is yours.

I'm buying it for my uncle.

Your uncle. That's a good one, Christopher.

He beat his fucking face in. - Shut up. Quiet...

What? - Wait, he's coming.

Shit! Arnor! Arnor!

You're dead, you fucking cunt!

Ahhh!

Fuck.

It's in the sea.

Christopher took it. He's got it.

Are you lying to me? - No.

You better not be. Put him in the car.

Ouch! Ah!

Evening. - Evening.

Open the bag, please. - Have you got some ID?

He's clean. - It's ok.

I would think so.

That's him.

Fucking bastard.

Have you got it? - I guess you're Eirikur?

Listen pal, you'd better be delivering!

Where's my wife? - I'd say she's fucking your best friend.

Ahhhh!

Fucking cunt!

Go easy, man.

Whose place is this? - A friend's. I've got keys.

I'm coming in. - No, I better go alone.

Do you think I'm stupid? We're all going in.

Fucking asshole!

Help yourself.

I'll have some brandy.

I'll have some, too. - Shut up.

Give our friend some brandy.

Good. Try another.

I'll get some ice. - You don't use ice in brandy, pussy.

Who the hell are you?!

Fuck! Christopher!

Bloody assholes! - Shit, fuck...

This is bloody ridiculous!

Stay calm, dear! It'll be alright.

Get in the car.

Iris! Iris!

Damn! Fuck!

Iris! Steingrimur! - Shut the fuck up!

Bloody hell.

No. Let's start over here. - Yesterday you said here.

No. We'll start here. Get going!

Here?

The first load goes in here. Then we move to the other side.

Steingrimur!

You've come to pay me? Where's my money?

Where's Iris? - How the fuck should I know?

Were they your guys who attacked her?

I can't deal with this right now.

You were going to get me put away again, you fuck!

What do you mean? - I know you squealed!

Can't you understand, you twit? Iris didn't want you anymore!

What ever happened to you? You never used to run dope.

Speak for yourself.

What's going on? Why are we waiting?

Why haven't you started? - We're waiting for you.

Why not call the cops? The phone's over there.

Come on, guys!

Get a move on!

Pour in the cement! - Shhh...

Where is this coming from? - Pour in the fucking grout!

Kill the engine!

Stop him!

What the fuck are you doing, man?! - What's that ringing?

Shh...

Here, maybe? - Where the hell is...?

There's nothing... Christopher! What are you doing?!

Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing, man?

Christopher! Stop it, Christopher!

He's insane! - No!

Christopher.

Iris! Iris!

Call an ambulance!

An ambulance!

They're just trying to frame me.

It's their word against mine.

Besides, I'd be fucking nuts to do a run on parole.

And just for the record... I've never run dope.

Christopher.

My darling. I'm sorry.

Jensen. Wake up.

Hell. How are we doing this? - You have to jump and fetch.

You sick fuck. Why not yourself? - Body fat. You're isolated.

Bullshit. - You're like a seal.

I have a better idea. I'll hook you up and throw you in.

A really fat seal.

Watch out! Watch out for the paint cans.