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-I fucking hate you. -Good.

But watch how you play. You could have gone to bed. . . With that kind of crap card.

And then go all the way to the fucking bed!

-You talked about jerking off. -It's not a sex talk. Consider that!

-Hey! -Hey.

-How was it? -Great.

I haven't been out there for several years. Actually it was fun.

We met Anna's ex and she went home with him.

Then I'll leave.

-Won't you have a glass of wine. -No, I have to go home.

Not nice at first, but. . . But maybe a little dry and a bit tart.

So you went there in that dress. . .

-I thought you were. . . -What?

-You were a little "bitch". . . -Well. All right.

And I thought you were a real male chauvinist!

-A dry and humourless male chauvinist. . . -But I'm a "bitch".

It takes me back.

-More water? -Please.

But soon we got very accomplished.

-The role call, signals, cards - Everything was correct.

While I was having a smoke and she was humping me. . .

Did you get the inheritance yet from your grandma?

No, soon.

-When is the funeral? -Next Sunday. How so?

What about grandma and the like? Can you go there then?

It's fucking obvious. Parents, siblings, grandma...it's rights.

She was from Denmark and will be buried there.

So, here we go.

I was ready to gamble away the inheritance. . .

It was like the Olympics of poker, and hell we were on steroids and unreachable.

Check your disgust. That bastard sucks the devil in his dreams. . !

Holy shit, too. . . !

Didn't I tell you to stop sending Nutrilett?

It isn't safe!

What the hell are you doing? Don't you understand anything?

What? ! Stop it, damn. . . !

Come on, Mr. Beard!

-Shouldn't drug dogs be able to solve this? -Maybe so.

Should I raise it with Harald?

It overflows here with drugs. Just like "Alexandra". . .

That was a nightclub in Stockholm where AIDS victim used to go.

There was a flood of dope. I was at Norrmalmsspan then.

We made a number of successful raids on the club.

-Water on the field. -That's because it rained.

Do you believe that?

I'm just kidding.

Well, that is. . . There is one thing I need.

Bang-bang?

-Does N�rke have bang-bang? -No, no.

-But do you want? -No, that's another thing.

-What does N�rke have? -A little fucking dick.

So damn small!

-But what he said. . . -What do you need?

-Need to ask? -Nah, fuck. Fuck that.

-I need to ask something. -We'll do it in the laundry.

Something from the drivers?

Is this free?

Does anyone want this? Butter milk.

Milos, needs a bit more.

-Sorry. -It's okay.

Take it cool, little Hoffa.

200,000 went into my account yesterday from grandma. And just sits here. . . !

-He wants to play. -Here we go.

-The plan, then? -Are you sure about this?

He must get the goods from the driver when he enters the storeroom.

We'd play that afternoon.

It was me, Mohammad, Petter and Ismet.

Milos watched me until the start of the game.

What Mohammad set up with Lars I didn't know.

Muhammad must have had traumatic experience with card fraud. . .

You should check that it is empty?

Misgivings are usually just nerves. They hadn't seen us make up.

You get nervous and see a bunch of crap. . . Relax.

Okay, last chance now! Where is the ace of spades?

He may be dense, dangerous and powerful.

But we are smart, geniuses!

Show Hoffa and Petter your cards.

-Check to be damn sure! -Here are three piles.

Here you have the Jack of Spades. . .8 of Diamonds and 4 of Spades.

Where is the Jack of Spades?

You can collaborate. Two brains are always better than one.

I couldn't get it right.

4 of Spades!

-Then it's. -Then we'll see. . .

Oops! 8 of Diamonds . .

-Where can it be now, where? -Where is it!

-Oh! 8 of Diamonds again! -I should try this game.

-Can I try again? -Enough.

As you know, Hoffa and I play "high stakes". We'll raise the ceiling.

Card? -They are okay.

So, then.

Is everyone good? Everything's okay. . .

Here we go.

Hoffa, the high ceiling of the day.

We didn't know we were already blown.

We were zeros, we were mismatched, alternating layers. . .

What we knew about poker bluffs-

-Can be found on every page.

For Mohammad, we were a mouthful. And he played decently.

Can I get one more, then?

-Give me five. -Ow, ow, ow. . .

How about three, then?

I'll call.

Holy shit!

Congratulations, Hoffa.

Now I want to see a bank statement of grandma's money,-

-to see you weren't joking. . .

I didn't know if I've done something unforgivable.

. . . And transfer the coins to you.

Mohammad had let me win the game. . . Win.

If it came out I'd cheated, I have to pay up, or else. . .

This may seem strange, but I want to contact my brother today.

-Do you have a pen and paper? -Wait. . .

All right. . .

I need a short term loan. Ask Tommy put 200,000 on my account.

Wait. . . I'm supposed to call and ask him to give you 200,000?

Why don't you call?

Then I'll have to apply for additional phone contacts. It takes time!

Do this for me. It's important! He'll get the money back in two days!

The day after tomorrow you return the amount to him again. It should just appear to be there.

-Well. What is this about? -Don't ask so much. Do this for me.

Then 50,000 will be transferred in the account. Then take the money out and. . .

-Wait a minute. . . -Put the money in an envelope and. . .

What is this? Yesterday somebody phoned and asked about your grandma. . .

-Who called? -Someone from prison. . .

-Who is it? Milos. Muhammad wants to talk to you.

So this is how your account looks.

-Can you help me now? -I don't know.

Max, come in now!

-When you can move back in, then? -I might sleep there tonight.

-Max, you don't want to see Daddy? -Are just the two of us going?

Yes, Lina is sick, so she'll stay here with Anna and the little one.

-Do we have to go by train? -Yes, if we have time.

I told you not to stand in the way like that.

I can't go by train and walk all that way.

-Can we take the car? -The car's broken, and you know that.

Now you've dawdled so we'll miss the train!

-Won't we see daddy? -We've missed the train!

-Mother. . . ! -I have to think.

-What? -Do you think I'm a fucking ass? !

-No. -Good!

Every kronor we owe you, you must pay to us!

There's mild. It is a friendly price.

You have seen this? Then, dammit!

There's always at least one dude with it, wherever you are!

I get it. Okay?

-Here is my account number -In a week.

Really nice! We were supposed to take the train, but. . . No, it is broken.

Yes, again. Okay, thank you!

-He'll drive us. -How nice of him!

Don't tell Dad Patrik drove us.

-Why not? -Because I said so.

Come on, Lina. . .

-Now it's solved anyway. . . -He's really interested in you.

-He's been quite useful. -He wants to because he likes you. . .

-He may be interested in you. -To hell with it.

-I can sort out the cash, I promise. -Okay, it will be okay.

We'll see. . .

-Hey, guys. How are you? It's nothing.

Then I remembered how to avoid a lead-in. . .

Stefan said Muhammad paid off Lars.

-You have three kids. . .? -Yes. How many do you have?

Two. Real brats. . .

He was a foaming mess. His life was on the brink of hell.

You had only to push him closer to the edge. . .

-Take it easy, Max! -We'll play.

Help! A vampire. . . !

Oh, Max. That hurt.

A baby vampire. . . ! She took my heart!

Hey you. . .

-You want to make a private deal, I heard. -Yes, I need the stuff tomorrow.

-The whole package? -Yes, the whole package.

-Chargers, phones and SIM cards. . . -Tomorrow.

Do you have money with you, then?

What is that about?

I must have stuff tomorrow.

-They will kill us. -You have go with that big fat thing.

I didn't say a damn thing! But you lie! Then it is proven!

-I should have warned you! -Petter, look at yourself!

-He was glib about the loss. . . -In a week we'd be dead!

We're leaving.

Get it?

They probably don't even want to do it, but we are a job they have to do-

-Otherwise, they'll lose credibility - if we don't cough up 50,000.

I know how to get out of here.

Thanks for the ride!

Someone opens the door to the loading dock from the cleaning supply room. . .

And who'll let us in the store room?

-Visitors! -Him.

Hey, guys.

Come to me after locking up. . .

Visitors meant ceasefire. There was never arguing then.

Before the family came I wanted to feel like a better person.

Cool.

-Why do you look so glum? -It takes him a while to get used to it.

Really Cool.

I don't know if you know what a torpedo is. . . They'd find a new boy..

They'd heard was a Jew. My grandmother died in Auschwitz-

So I protected him, and that's why I was punished. . .

I know that. . . They plan to kill me. . .

. . . I protected the enemy.

The person who did it got 20,000 from the "organization".

I'm so small! And I'm so scared! I don't want to die! I don't want to die. . .

This may sound strange, but I don't. . .

. . . know if I'll return to you from there.

And I have only one wish before I leave this body. . .

You are the only ones I have.

I'd like. . .

to love both of you before I'm executed.

I don't know how you view sex. . .

Soon I'll leave my body, and me. . .

. . . I never made love. . .

Sorry! I'm sorry. . .

He brought a gameboy game home. Everyone thinks he stole it.

-I took it, I haven't anything like that. -You shouldn't take things!

-You did. -I'm sitting in jail for that!

-I want to sit in jail too! -No you wouldn't! -With you.

You. . . Maybe I'll leave here a little earlier or much earlier.

-When? -Has something happened? What do you mean?

Forget it.

-When? -Dad only joked a bit.

It wasn't so damn funny.

Five minutes!

-It was great to see you. -The same.

-You, Dad and Mom should just. . . -Okay.

Goodbye.

-Come on, buddy, let's go to the car. -The car? s it working again?

-Does the car work again? -It is Patrik's car.

-Patrik? -Patrik's car. He didn't drive us.

He drove us here. We couldn't have come otherwise. I called him.

-What the hell are you doing? -I did it.

We played vampires, really.

Played vampires. . .?

-Leave him alone! -Did mom tell you to say that?

-Did she do it? -Yes. . .

I told him to tell the truth!

-Holy shit, how low! -Tell me what you think it is!

-It's obvious what it is! -Patrik and me?

Don't do this!

What the hell are you doing?

-You. . . Don't do this! -Go!

Go now, damn it!

Go! Now!

-Goodbye. -Bye, buddy.

-Did anything happen today? -No.

My father was angry because I did things mom has blood marks.

-Was he mad at you? -Mmm.

-We won't talk about it, okay? -Okay.

-What about the fish? -They have had a babies!

-Hey! -Lots!

Thanks for the ride.

-What about her? -Good.

I'll pack some things and sleep in town tonight.

Pack up as much as you can now, and I run you and the stuff into town.

-Decent of you! I'll buy you a beer later. -Sure.

Have a seat.

First and foremost. . .

What is it you want from me?

-We'll start there. . . -You take money from Mohammad.

A friend has a sister who works on television, in "Striptease".

I just need to give her a clue so she'll start digging into this.

Journalists are powerful. They bargain with the police. . .

This kind of thing is worth money. If they want information, they get it.

-You'll end up in jail, with us. -What do you think you know?

People like you try to provoke us, you're behind us the whole day.

All this country will soon-

know much more about you, your kids, your sick wife, bribes. . .

Soaps are inside. Suddenly you tell all. Mohammad on TV. . .

You haven't anything on me. They're welcome to check my bank accounts.

I have the account number you use.

Mohammad left the book in the card -room. It's your wife's account, right?

I can reveal all of this.

That is democracy!

If I don't want that. . .?

Okay, you say it.

-I have to think. . . -You don't.

Tomorrow in the laundry don't assign me and Petter.

And leave the supply room door unlocked. If someone asks about us, say-

- Petter's at the psychologist and I'm with my sister.

Unlock the supply room and no one will miss us.

If you aren't assigned, you can't be with your sister. . . What will you do there?

Business, but nothing you'll get shit for.

We want to be left in peace half an hour after role call.

I'll come and pick you up later.

Sure.

Give us half an hour only.

And arrange it so N�rke isn't there.

Otherwise, I'll shit on you.

Let me fix it.

Good, Lasseman.

It could have been his brother's account. . . But sometimes you have to see it through.

A mild nausea and you know you've hit the groin.

Who is it?

Hello.

It happens today.

-You're chickening out now? -No, damn it!

Two days until we could rattle Muhammad's account.

-What it is, I can't decide. -Drugs.

-Where did you find it? -In a Nutrilett box.

Lenhoff. . . Janowskij. . . A special job for you.

What the hell is it now?

The alley behind the machines here. . . Clean it up.

Mohammad Al-Adira. No more? Good.

Vacuum his cell!

I assigned some tasks to two guys recently. They'll be finished before roll call.

But you must stay here until they're back here.

Guys, come with the stuff.

Get your stuff there.

Drug seizures recently. . .

Mohammad? Come with me.

Careful!

-Where is Lenhoff? -No idea.

-They haven't been here? -They were sent to clean.

-He's with his sister. -Don't stand here, talking.

-Do I have to clean today? -Not today.

You agree with everyone else.

-I'm going to clean up. It's been decided. -Shut up now.

You're going out with the others.

-Hey! -Hey, S�ren!

-The liquor is under your car. -Damn, the money's in the cabinet.

-I can't just pull away. -It's solved.

Check this out.

"Cock". . . gay porn . . .

-Holy shit! -I agree with you!

Your cell will be scanned every week. You consent to that.

The alternative is detention in solitary. Now of course that demonstrably isn't the case.

What we found in you lock up is not in itself enough for a week.

-I know nothing. -Is this my prison, right?

In the security section they'll lock you up and pull off your wings.

Look at this. . .

Take a look. Your cell has been searched every Monday.

-Signed. . . . . . By Lars B�cklund.

Tjing Ling! They haven't come, right?

Lenhoff and Janowskij.

What is the reason?

I can't clean up today. . .

-No fussing. -I want an explanation.

I say so. Okay?

Do you understand it, your retarded stupid bastard? Go away now!

So here we have it!

Well. Lars B�cklund. . .

come with me for a minute.

-Why? It's a small thing.

-Are you doing the roll call? -We are doing the roll call . . .

Nope. Come with me.

-He's not to clean up in there. Got it? -Sure.

The keys to cleaning the storeroom, please. A decision's made on that. . . Call and check.

Check this out - tape. . . Chisel, hammer.

-How long have we been here? -I don't know.

Okay, I'll watch him.

S�ren? S�ren?

-Is this card to get out? -Come on! Is it the card to get out?

Okay, keys. . .? They sit in?

Okay, here we go.

But, eh damn. . . !

Take it easy now!

Calm. Okay?

Hey.

Janowskij and Lenhoff. . . What the hell is that?

-They are called to administration. -what for?

-For his sister. -She's not here today.

Do you agree?

The guard comes in ten minutes.

The car doesn't run until all are out.

-I can scream. -Okay.

You'd do us a damn great service if you were to shut up now.

I'd never forget it.

Never. . .

You'd have done it, you would. Some things you just have to do.

It is worse than it is; it's only the thought of it.

If you do it well for me; probably it will be good for you too.

Thank you, thank you!

Sorry, did I hurt you?

If you don't stay here, I'll be sure to get you.

And I will too! Get it?

Good luck, boys!

Is the truck there?

Tell it like it is now!

-I wanted to ask Lars about a thing. -It will have to wait.

Here he comes.

Now we are at the gate.

If you request a lawyer, you understand what signals that gives us.

Damn, show a little backbone and spit out what you've done.

Okay, stay down.

-Hey! -Hey.

-Open the back. -Sure.

-What the hell is happening? -Shut up.

It's okay! -Okay.

-Have you hit the code? -Yes, of course.

Ask for a new card.

You. . . From Hasse.

Thank you. Cheers!

I've said my bit.

Oh huh 'hell!

It looks as if the two prisoners from section A are missing.

Goodbye.

Mom, Lina's peed!

If I got hurt after half-time, it was worth it!