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Are you sure?

-Yes, if it is okay? -Of course.

- "Sydney at night." . .? -My sister has been there.

She went there with Anna, who works here. They'll come home soon.

It will be pretty damn good. Then maybe I can get some help with the kids.

If I was going to sit here for eight years, it was good to like certainty.

- It's two weeks ago since he called. - And it's nice.

It feels awful. It is rotten.

I could have called. . . Max wanted to talk to him.

Lina didn't care but little ones don't understand.

-He destroyed everything. -Yes, but I have to think of the kids.

He can't be a father to them now.

Well, you can visit often. . .

Everything is so troubled. It's like our whole life revolves around Hoffa.

As soon as we have a free moment, we go to that ugly damn prison. . .

. . . instead of going to Skansen.

"Come on kids, let's go to the prison." It's terrible!

-Come on! -I can live with mom. . .

-No, I want you to stay with us! -I'll stay until Friday.

How does it feel?

Two months and you'll leave here.

-It will go well. -No, it's statistics.

Honestly, where do you feel most at home? Here or there?

-Are you a shrink! Stop it! -I'm just kidding.

It is clear things are going well. . . With the vendor stand and everything.

It will be crap. . . Well.

-But lay off now! -Isn't it a happy thing?

Is there no regular milk here? So red milk?

They'd tried to get rid of him.

If I'd been Jarmo, I'd try to keep a low profile this time.

-Are you a cowboy? -Cowboy?

-You want some bang-bang? -I don't understand.

It is a gift.

Prison was flooded with drugs, secret meetings and legerdemain.

It was okay as long as no one saw it. But the trusties wanted the dope here.

Who really wanted to be here? What a fool would you start to turn in to?

Jarmo! We're getting together for Stephen's farewell dinner.

He's going to make good chow. Twenty kronors!

-I don't have twenty kronors. -Everyone likes Stefan's chow!

I don't.

-He has no money, so leave it alone now. -I haven't heard about the dinner.

I didn't say it's okay.

-He has the right to cook his own grub. -Not if it interferes with the business.

His fucking pig food bothers me.

We can't resolve this now, okay? You can return the money.

-What is it? -Nothing. Everyone is allowed to eat it.

-Is there a meal? -We just do stuff all the time.

- I have no money. - But I didn't said that!

-You said "pig food". -Okay, here is twenty kronors.

Now it's time for the nurse, right? Good. . . When you solve this.

Farewell Dinner. . . He'll surely be back soon.

Just a throat-clearing from Mohammad was enough to make people change their minds.

So. . . I'll write it just as you say it here.

-Are you happy otherwise? -Very.

There are probably more than you who'd benefit from the diet.

He looked like a rubber troll, but he was lethal.

To befriend him was one of the first things you thought of here.

Muhammad here. Hey, we have to stop the Nutrilett.

When? Stop it immediately! Okay then. Yes, yes, one last time to time.

I think so. . . Goodbye.

They said at an account in Nordbanken. Each matchstick was worth 200 kronor.

In a large pot, there could be 4,000-5,000 kronors.

The loser transferred the money to the winner's account.

Mohammad was in it - as a hobby.

His primary industry was dope.

-I call! -You'll be unhappy, Hoffa.

Add up the cards!

Oops. . . Five ants are more than four elephants.

All right. It will be a tidy sum for Hoffa. Beginner's luck.

-Skill. -Cheat! You don't think we saw?

-Know how it hurts! -Kindergarten Humour. . .

-How are you? -It's the wound. . .

-You started with five sticks, huh? -Yes. . . - Oh, damn!

I told Ismet you to should come to me! You'll get some antibiotics.

It is the beginning of sepsis.

-Shit! -Now we need to take it easy.

-No push-ups. -Oh no.

You should see me again.

Tuesday. . .

Wednesday, I am in Mariefred. . .

-Thursday, then? -Sure, I have nothing planned. . .

Mariefred? Will you meet Hamid Teherani?

-You know I can't say. -He was my fellow inmate and a friend.

We went came here together. Is he okay? Is he happy? Sorry?

It's no secret. . . Hamid injured himself.

He is at the hospital in S�dert�lje as Huddinge was fully booked.

-Injured himself? He tried. . .? -No, no.

He left S�dert�lje a week ago. He disappeared.

Shit. . . !

Things like that usually don't end well.

I know, nurse. . . Thank you!

Okay, guys. . . Now it's lock up.

-What the hell. . . It's lock up! -The time is twenty to...

I don't care what your watch says. Look at that here!

-Give me that! -No lock up prior to quarter to.

I won't be locked up before quarter to eight.

-Give me the remote, or I'll sound the alert! -Well, why don't you?

-Alarm! Alarm -Alarm! Alarm!

Alarm! Alarm! Alarm! Alarm!

What if more people want this shit!

Okay, then! What the hell, sit there and stare for a couple of more minutes!

A daring throw, Lenhoff!

Take it now, then!

Destroyed inventory. Jan Lenhoff. I don't know what one of those costs.

-We take it out of your salary. -I get fucking paid?

Are you satisfied now? Come on, now it's lock up.

You. . . You'll start in the laundry in the morning.

Decent of you.

I'm a little sad that you're like this when we try to help you.

-What can I say? -They say: "Thank you, Lars." Get it?

Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Have you heard that?

Thank you, Lars.

"Hello, You have the right - Schools are worse here."

"But the weather is hell of a lot better. Hugs to you. Helen"

Hamid, you bastard. . .

Yeah!

So my five square meters became a sunnier spot.

Just the thought Hamid was there made it easier to live.

It proved captivity is in your head.

All the walls move in your head.

-You're scared of freedom -Not captivity.

I was happy for Hamid's sake And glad I was so happy.

-Is Max with Patrik? -No.

-Have you met Patrik today? -No, we don't usually meet.

I know he is always with you! Are you sleeping with him?

Stop it! Enough is enough! Okay?

I'm sorry. Sorry, that I was stupid. But I'm entitled to ask, right?

-Yes, but I'm not with him. -I know, sweetie. I love you.

I love you too.

Laundry was better. Playing horseshows reminded of the kids.

Dirty clothes made work I wasn't thinking at all.

The mother and daughter arrive on Wednesday.

I couldn't think of anything else on all week. . . It is totally sick.

I'm in love.

-Which one of them? -the mother, Susanna.

But every time I'm going to choose. . . Yes, you know. . . Then her daughter comes in.

can't you have both, then?

-Are you serious? -Damn, I don't know.

I haven't even thought about it so far.

It's sick! It's sexually deviant ... perverse!

We're talking about a mother and a daughter. . .

-They are cousins. . . -Yes, but not with you.

-You must think creatively, Petter. -Both. . . !

Jarma what you have, you gay bastard!

N�rke was, gay ex-police convicted of murder, and the foreman.

He was odd to be a killer.

He appeared so trustworthy, you wondered what he was really thinking.

But now he thought only of me.

You have to hang your pants straight and stretch them a bit-

-So they don't fall down.

Then you shake them, so that it emphasizes that guys are happy.

Great, Lenhoff. Great.

-He was horny? -He got what he fucking wanted!

Then we planned about some fucking excursion. It felt good. . .

. . . Like we meant something. I continued until it felt okay.

At four o'clock we were counted out. A half hour later we picked up the laundry.

Is your dad in jail?

-Max, is this your dad. . . - Or forgive me. . .? -Patrik. I am a friend of the family.

Max, you must leave now! Patrik is here.

-Is Max's father in jail? -I don't know.

-Why is your real dad in jail? -Because he robbed banks!

Enough already!

-But I only asked, of course! -Yes, he does.

Now, we can pick up and leave!

Hello? Hello!

My name is Patrik. I understand you're talking about Max's dad.

He is in jail!

Don't you understand it's very upsetting? Max is really very sad about it.

If adults do stupid things, the kids can't help it.

Now everyone knows about Max's father. Now we leave him in peace.

Good! Thank you!

Now we go and buy come fish, Max.

When I was doing something with Kari R�nnb�ck. . .

We got to know each other inside out.

He sits in Karsudden now.

We had a truck in Spain for a while.

Kari smacked a driver so he became a mule.

It was a mistake; but he lay there dripping blood. . .

Do you know what Kari said then?

"Do you want a plaster?"

-Do you want a plaster, Hoffa? -No, but I'll raise.

-See you. -Okay, guys. Put away the match sticks.

I don't want to see more matchsticks.

Play if you want, but without matchsticks. I'm sorry. It comes from upstairs.

How can we play without matchsticks?

Now they said it should be so.

I was lying there 2,000 to the good, damn!

-Can I talk to you a moment? -Yes. . . Sure.

Sometimes you just had to talk to each other. . .

We'll continue on. It's a misunderstanding.

-Hoffa? -No, I'll stay here.

Now it's quiet again. Lars said we can't use match sticks.

Mohammad pays him.

-Come on. . . -What do you mean "come on"?

Mohammad has money and people. If he doesn't bother him, when the shit flows.

-What do you mean "shit"? -The warden doesn't care about poker.

If he did, nobody would bet anything. You know Mohammad.

-Why dress up what he does, then? -How long have you been here?

-Three months. -You may not yet accept this as your life.

This is your home.

- It's the same for Lars - This is his life, too.

Even if he can go home after work, it's the same thing.

-It is like an open prison for him. -He works a shift at our home!

Mohammad and Lars help each other. It is natural and normal.

-I'll go out for a walk. -Fresh air, right?

As soon as you get out, you get a start-up grant. Promise?

You shouldn't worry Just do it!

Focus. Just focus!

-I've never had a business. -I have.

Just ask if there's something. But for you, I can talk to my brother.

You can contact him; so he can fix you a job.

You may not open a restaurant immediately. . .

-Or maybe you know people? -No.

-Right. Talk to your brother! -You'll succeed!

-It's good. But I'll be fine. -Sorry. I just meant. . .

Feel free to add a word to me with your brother.

But think of yourself, always. Always.

Don't hold on like this.

Think of yourself and fuck everyone else.

I can't cut bait for eight years.

Actually, I should kill myself and donate my shit. . .

-Hey! -He's just a neighbour, stop it.

-Lina, come and see the fish! - How pretty they are!

Do you know what Max and I bought to you, Lina? Please!

-This is Anna. She came home from Australia yesterday. -Patrik

Max, go and put the bag in the aquarium without opening it.

-I'm going home. . . -Do you drink tea?

-Yes okay, then? -Absolutely!

I can't ask them to wait.

It's best if I disappear, so they can forget me.

I hope she meets a new guy who can be a good dad.

That's all I can give them.

It's the last thing I have.

There are those who live together for ten years and call it a prison.

It was cleverly said, but it doesn't help. . .

As for kids there's only "now".

Millions disappear "now" every day.

I can't live like that. They can't either.

-How is it in the laundry, then? -Oh yes. . . It's okay.

-You can sense the ocean, right? -Yes. It's right there.

It's seashore. . .

Okay, guys. Now it's the time!

Tell me honestly. Is there some way to get out of here?

-Immediately? -Yes. I can't live here another year.

-No. -Is that impossible?

Impossible, yes.

We'll see. . .

Can you fix it? I'll give my cousin, a call . . .

Patrik. . . it's Jan Lenhoff.

-Who was that? -There was no one there.

Damn! This is my home; and there I answer the phone.

- She asked me to answer it. -You were upstairs with the kids. . .

-I just don't like it. -Sure.

I love you, it's sure. . .

I love you, that's for sure. . .

Love you. . . Yeah, right. . .

Two years ago I'd never go at a concert of spiritual songs.

- But now looking forward to it - Although we didn't say it straight out.

It gave the feeling that anything can happen.

In addition to the disruption of everyday life, was the wholesale market for drugs.

You could buy large quantities across section boundaries.

The big players ruled the trade.

It was a matter of money, but there were also rules of the trade.

It could even get you killed.

If I won 2,000 kronor a day. I�d be able to support Susanna!

She works at the PBX at the Philadelphia Church.

What do you think? If I chase her and it's about the money. . .

Is it too much to ask if I want to have with her daughter as well?

-How'd they react to that? -Probably individually.

-Different for everyone. . . -A type, I don't know.

How would you react?

Difficult. . . it's guy thing.

I'd say A flat no. It's her daughter!

-I don't understand. Is she in love with you? -The daughter?

The mother loves me. I'm the best thing that's happened to her.

-The daughter, then? -I don't know. She just hangs around.

-Maybe they do everything together. . . -Everything?

The daughter is there as "chaperone" so nothing will happen. . .

It is the worst sex-encounter. The mom holds my hand-

And the girl sits there and gapes.

Suck my dick, then! I'll come!

You know what she wants? Me to go to the Philadelphia Church!

The worst thing is. . .

. . . I'll do anything.

You think you're in love with the mother to get close to her daughter.

Yes, that's it!

-You are the damn psychologist! -Do you think so?

Listen now to this. . .

Imagine yourself, locked up in a garbage refuse system for human beings.

And then somebody says you're "golden". It's hard to resist.

-I put up the money! -Shut up! It smells fishy!

The law here was pretty blurry. Popular guys did it better.

-What did Finn find? -We can't go into that.

But it wasn't very different to what you described, right?

Yes, yes! I can't explain right now!

Bloody damn psychologist! I don't want you to come here any more. . . ! Holy shit!

-Stefan, you burn it! -Oh! I'll fix it.

-How are you? -Yes. . .

-What did you say? -It's good.

-Okay. . . American Graffiti! -What?

-American Graffiti. -Mm. . . That's right.

It will be okay!

Okay! It is Stefan's last day. . .

. . . And he tried to cook good food. - And we have something for you, Stefan.

Come on, Stefan!

A gift certificate for chef's knives. It is worth 700 kronors a piece.

-I want to go into my room. -No, you should be with the rest.

-I want to be locked up! -You can't organize that right now.

-They wouldn't let Ismet buy knives. . . -But I said the knives are for your.

-We'll miss all the good grub. -Thank you very much!

-Ketchup is out! -Have I become some sort of waiter?

Okay, I'll go. You'll get your ketchup. Just wait.

Fantastic Stefan. He's dead!

Stefan!

Stefan, dammit! Knock it off!

Stefan, drop it! Drop it!

Drop it, Stefan!

It's like I said. . . It was a gift certificate. How did it go?

With Jarmo? Yes, unfortunately. . . He died in the ambulance.

A gift of knives?

Yes. . . Kitchen knives. He's a chef.

-Kitchen Knives? Perfect. . . ! -It was a gift!

Where did he get hold of the knife, then? You saw how it happened?

Then we try again: Did you see how the attack occurred?

All I know is Stefan wasn't alone. Okay?

id other guys stab him; or?

Lars, the guard wasn't there. Someone asked him to get ketchup.

He could have checked if there was ketchup in the fridge, right?

Excuse me, but I don't understand. . .

It smells like a set up!

-You are a little fuzzy now. About what? -I don't know.

No, no. . . Then we look in the refrigerator if there's ketchup.

-What the hell does it matter now? -Okay, so we'll emphasize it.

So quarrel broke out between Jarmo and some other inmates? And then. . .?

And then went Stefan in and stabbed Jarmo. Is that correct?

Good.

We just talked a little bit.

And suddenly he was there with the knife.

-Who? -He. . . Stefan.

It was Stefan. He was completely insane.

I saw nothing.

I came too late.

I could just see him with the knife in his hand. There is no doubt.

-It was terrible. -I understand that.

You, a little thing. . .

-You picked up the ketchup, huh? -Yes.

Did you have to? Was there no ketchup in the fridge?

No, I don't think so.

-You didn't check, right? -No. . . It was finished.

I don't understand. Who said that. . .?

-Need a lawyer? -Yes. . .

-Need a doctor? Something soothing? -No, it isn't necessary.

Hey, cowboy.

For example, this Kevin. . .

I really tried to explain the decent and right. . .

-Svensson-Lenhoff. -Hey, it's Janne. Is Annelie there?

No, she's out with Anna. I'm babysitting.

-What about you, then? -What?

-You probably want to talk to the kids? -Sure. Be happy to.

-Max! Phone! It's Dad. -Is she with Anna?

-Are they out working? -No, I think they're at the pub.

-You seem to be there often? -No, just time to time.

-Is there a problem? -I'll come out one day, just so you know.

Dad. . . I mean Patrik. Are you sure a centipede doesn't have a thousand feet?

Your father is on the phone.

-Hi. -Hey, buddy.

-What did you do today? -Nothing.

-Nothing at all? -No, I don't remember.

-Did you go to school, right? -Dad, I'm playing. . . So bye.

Goodbye.

Damn kid!

All right. . .

Do you have anything, then?

All right. . . What did you say at the interview?

-Stefan wasn't alone. You know that. -I know nothing. I wasn't there.

-Why weren't you there, then? -So it was you. . . the Ketchup.

-A prospective private investigator, perhaps? - "Don't bite the arm that feeds you."

- "... Hand that feeds you." Sleep well! -Good night, sleep well yourself!

Hope you sleep well, do you hear!

I didn't strike down anyone, and it isn't my fault you're here.

My job has cost me more than you can ever imagine. . .

Boring job? Get another, then!

You bastard! You know what? Two years ago my wife was raped.

-Raped at the kids� playground -Because I do what I do!

Do you understand?

She has no life. She can't even boil an egg.

We have no street patrols! The operational costs to bust people like you are so high.

Your punishment isn't worth your while.

-But I don't kill anybody. -I didn't either.

It costs more to have you locked up-

-Than to train a doctor.

We should line all of you up and give you a shot in the head.

But until that day comes we must try to live with each other.

We'll do that.

Stefan killed himself last night. He hanged himself in his jail cell.

Sleep well, you.

-Hi. How did it go? -Great. Did you have fun?

-Yes, indeed. Has anyone called? -No.

-Why don't you stop for a drink? -No, I have to work tomorrow.

Go home, then. . .

That night, I decided. I'd get out of here.

I'd try. It couldn't be impossible. There must be a way.

Otherwise, this was the end point.

End of history. The prison was secure. But it wasn't.

In the future, they would surely designing safer prisons.