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Right.

Right, I said.

-We came from there! -I'd return the same way.

-By their fucking asses. -Yes, but drive carefully now.

Work now, damn goof off!

ice cold. We just stood back.

Look right here, now. Check it out now!

Damn, we missed dinner!

Sure looks better from here?

The laundry van would have arrived now, and we'd be eating dinner.

Look, he is chasing the fry and eating them!

I don't know. . . I ask Patrik.

No! Stupid fish, stop eating the fry!

Max is desperate. The big fish eat the fry.

All right. Oxygen Pump?

Patrik, it's you who bought the aquarium.

Wow, I'll call about the other. . . Okay. The same. Bye!

Max, take all juveniles that are left and put them in a jar. Patrik will come over here.

Yes, it is Annelie.

What did you say?

When?

All right. . .

No, he hasn't. . .

All right. Thank you.

Mom, get a jar! Mom?

-A jar! Yeah, okay, a jar.

We can't just drive around. Think!

We're going to Sodertalje near Str�ngn�s. Are we okay over there?

So we'll drive round the lake and to Stockholm.

And so I can stop by my mother and daughter in Vallentuna. Fuck, eat. . .

-Get some clothes and money. . . -You met them in jail of course.

Petter, what the hell are you doing?

What are you doing? Give me my phone!

No!

It was bad from the start. I should have escaped on my own.

The longer you wait, the harder it becomes.

Fucking idiot! What good was that?

-What are you doing? -What do you mean? "what good". . .

You sound like a fucking old lady. "what good". . .

-I was just kidding. -Don't we have other things to think about?

-Turn on the radio. -Do it yourself. -Turn on the radio, now!

On holiday with Janne Lenhoff. . . Now we'll have a good time.

Oh, how nice to travel by car with Aunt Janne.

-Shouldn't we concentrate now? -On homework, right?

-Shall we go and whistle for some girls? -You probably need a bang, you see.

-Hello? -Hey, it's Petter. At the prison.

I have authorized leave, you could say. For a while. . .

-I thought. . . -How do I get here?

-Where are you? Petter? -Thanks, see you.

Where are you located?

"Thanks, see you." . . Damn sissy.

-Are you going to hurt him? -It depends on him.

Reinforcements to Vallentuna.

Vallentuna next!

-So we are going to Vallentuna? -Freedom, Freedom. . .

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-Don't they need any plants? -No.

But they can have a little food.

-Is this a real aquarium? -Yes. I had it when I was little.

-We don't know how they got out. . . -What happened?

-Hoffa has escaped. -Sara Ostlund, police.

-I heard it on the news. -Can you sit down there?

What has happened?

-Go up to the fish. -Hello, Gunnel. Yes, it is Hoffa.

They know nothing. Please Gunnel, take it easy. They'll call you too.

What has happened?

Dad has escaped. I'm talking to grandma.

-The police will contact you too. - Right? - I'll call you later.

-Can we sit down somewhere? -Dad has escaped from prison!

-Can't we get to talk in peace and quiet? - Come with me to the kitchen.

There are a lot of people. Wait for a while, until it becomes quieter.

I thought if robbing here once.

Two inmates have escaped from a prison outside S�dert�lje.

Kronor strengthening and the interest rate falls But the Swedish economy remains unstable.

It's Daddy! What is he doing there?

An APB has been issued.

-He's seen us. -He'll get a good look.

We are at a gas station. There is nothing to eat. Statoil ... fucking Norway!

You know how they treat the homeless and immigrants in that fucking country.

-Now fuck off! -There is money in there. Get it?

We're not arguing now.

Shut up and do what we say.

I want briefs. Do you have briefs? Or the till.

Hands up.

Hands up and open the till.

It's a time lock on most things. . . -Give me what you can. Things are going well.

There comes a car.

-Come on, Petter, let's go now! -A lighter.

Hurry up! Hell, no, it should be red!

Guys, this is spilling out.

I'm talking to you.

You can't drive on the main road. What the hell are you doing?

-I'll give them something to fuss over. -You 're crazy. Knock it off!

-It is enough now! -He went at it. Ha-ha!

Drive around to the back of the station, then we're on the gravel road.

-How do you know? -I've been here. Drive!

They are dangerous to the public.

At first police searched east of where the truck was found.

A woman was sexually accosted by one of the prisoners. . .

Come, we'll go up.

-I want to see. -No, come on.

-You mean I should turn him in. -No, I don't.

-Do you like tea or coffee? -No thanks.

Can't you just sit down?

-I feel. . . -I understand. Listen to me.

No one forces you, or expects you to cooperate.

Even if you withhold things that may lead to an arrest-

-You aren't committing a crime. Not so long as you don't actively protect him.

-How many kids do you have? -You know of course.

-No, this case isn't on my list. -Three.

-They are really nice. -What do you know about it?

-You should know if I were you. . . -How many do you have?

A daughter... is eight years old.

-Really nice daughter you have. -Thank you.

If I were you I'd help us and help Jan at the same time.

-I speak from experience. -Experience of being me?

He isn't alone. The other guy, Petter, I wouldn't want a holiday with.

If it were only Jan we'd wait him out, but we have Petter.

I understand he isn't an ordinary prisoner. He's a psycho.

Believe me, Annelie, your guy. . . Jan. . . was much safer where he was.

-Do you hear me? -Yes.

What do we do if he comes here? He tried to intimidate me once.

-What the hell are you saying? -They almost raped a girl.

Hoffa? When the hell was he hostile towards me, you mean?

He called us when I babysat.

When the hell was this?

Now it's quiet. We are going all the way to Kungs�r.

Drive down the tractor path Just after the crest. Here.

The old gravel road. . . We were almost in my neighbourhood.

In the middle of my old summer vacation land. . .

Drive in here and stay a while.

It's our lake. -Your lake?

-Shouldn't I stay? -No.

You know, I'm just there. Ten meters that way. I'll put the card on the fridge.

-Call if there's anything. Bye, Patrik. -Goodbye.

-What did you say? -Emergency number. It's on the fridge door.

-Shouldn't I stay? -No.

So you have someone here if something happens.

All right.

I still won't be able to fall asleep.

-What did he say to you, really? -That when he came out he would. . .

You know. Tacitly implied. . .

It feels weird. Don't you think?

-Are you together, or how are you? -I really don't know right now.

Not at this time. . .

Did you grow up here?

No, in Stockholm - Fru�ngen. We had a country place out here.

What's wrong with that?

"Landing Gear". . . It sounds so. . . I don't know.

It's not my fault?

-So they were close to your parents? -No, I don't think so.

-Yourself then? Where are you from? -Here and there.

Different places. Foster homes, reform schools. . . Shit like that.

But. . .

I had a hut in Haninge Forest for several years.

I stayed there fairly often. sharp as shit, just like a real house. . .

I was living with a stuck-up family When I was 13.

I built the hut to have somewhere to go if I had to run away.

When we get to Kungs�r we'll change the car.

I need a piss.

-Luckily, they were crude communists. -What then?

-The family. -Is it good?

It goes without saying. Take from the rich and give to the poor. . .

He said he was a Jew and his parents died in the Holocaust.

He must escape, otherwise he'd be murdered by Muslims.

Bad company is better than nothing. You can't stand to be alone.

You'd seek out mates, kids, a girl. There weren't any now.

Take the yellow one there! No!

I want to drive.

You understand we've managed now?

-Hey. -I want to go to Vallentuna.

-How much did we get from the gas station? -Seven, eight hundred.

But what had we done? We were out. As fucking out as you could be.

The way home was much longer than I had in mind. If I'd really thought. . .

Your image remains here on the retina. Don't you see that?

When I go to the shop, shave, sleep. . .

The heart beats. Do you understand?

I even play Romantic Favourites in the car. I must have you!

I must have you. I need you.

-Tell me if you want me to go. -No, it's obvious you should stay.

I don't know what to say. I don't know how I feel right now.

I think you should work with the police. It is for his good too.

He is desperate now. He recognizes you?

As soon as you protect him, you are also committing a crime. Think of the kids.

Eight years before you can live normally. There isn't anything that can change that.

-How do you know that it's eight years? -I remember it from the newspaper.

All right. I looked it up.

After he threatened me. I'm sorry.

-You. . . -Holy shit.

-But a holiday home, then? -No, I want to meet them, I say.

-Just a few nights. . . -No, that's not why I escaped.

I want to drink, sleep and fuck. With them! They're perfect!

-I also want to meet some. -The girl and the kids?

-Forget it. -I only said what I want myself.

You don't listen.

We attract them, stop one day and "make hay" so we can leave again.

-How do we "make hay"? -my way.

-We rob a bank. -Okay. . .

What do you mean "okay"? Don't you want to do that either? What?

Do you think people are just giving away money?

What could I do? I couldn't think of anything now-

-Soon I was in a bank again.

Do you love him? I know I'm pushing, but do you know?

I don't know.

Sure, it was more comfortable when he sat inside than it is now?

Imagine if in eight years when he comes out and you've been waiting here.

-Eight years! Then Max will be 16! -Should I choose you instead, then?

Yes. Because I love you for real.

And doesn't he? -No.

It doesn't matter. What do you know?

It feels as if you're trying to sell something.

I don't care. You should think more of yourself and less of him.

You're worth it. If there is to be a martyr. . .

The kids grow up. Soon they wouldn't sleep in your bed.

-You're used to getting what you want. -Yes, I do what I can.

And you want me. . . -More than I've ever felt before.

-What's the name of the street? -Lugnetsv�g.

-Get out and ask. -No, you do it.

Why? I'm sitting here. We can shit on it, be happy for me.

Hello?

-Do you know where Lugnetsv�g is? -No, I don't know.

-Did you ask about Lugnetsv�g? -Yes.

Drive to the end, left, and left again.

Good! Take care of yourself.

The left and left again down there.

The police are here. I saw a car.

The whole cop corps hasn't been called out just because you and I escaped.

-Drive. -We are waiting.

-Drive, then. -Wait.

Drive!

-Lugnetsv�g. -Here, # 12.

We mustn't stop outside the gate.

A Saab's driving into the parking lot. I don't see the plate.

There isn't a soul.

Wait a minute. Let's see what's up first.

Wait a minute.

Is that the main door?

Now a car stops outside. Two men step out.

Sophie!

It's Petter and Matt.

There they are!

-Sophie! -Are you at home, right?

Idiots. What are they doing?

-POLICE! -Hell. What do we do?

Fucking hag. Drive!

-Drive, damn it. -Okay. We'll drive out there.

Saab's leaving. Do you hear me? God damn it!

Drive down there.

They drove into the woods over there.

-What do we do? -Is there a train into town?

There are a lot of kids. They must be going to town.

Want some?

We have to get off. They'll stop the trains soon.

I might as well give up. And I might as well continue.

I didn't think, it don't bother me. Fatigue stampeded the blood.

I realized it was here, on the mental plane, the battle took place.

He must like to be chased. The danger is greatest where the light shines brightest.

It was like an evil fairy-tale.

If you wanted out of the forest, came out, and never wanted to go in again. . .

Hey. I'd like to have breakfast.

It's five o'clock. We serve breakfast at seven o'clock.

-We want it to room. -Breakfast staff will soon. . .

Hey, it's this way, we have a big business day ahead of us. Get it?

We're buying real estate and sports facilities.

We renovate them and sell them abroad. Germany, England. . .

-Do you know what we'll buy today? -No.

-The Globe. -Oh, hell.

Then of course we're a little hungry in the morning.

I'll try to conjure up something.

-Emergency exits are locked. -Strange! I noticed it.

-I need your name and room number. -What?

So I can arrange breakfast

-220. Calle Wallenberg. -220. Calle. . . Wallenberg?

So! Then we'll arrange it.

I want the doors open now. We have a hell of important business today.

There are many things around us two now. You know. . .

We have a threat over us. All the time. Get it?

-I'll check on it at once. -Good. Otherwise, I can sue you. . .

. . . If you keep the doors locked. Straight up the ass. . .

Travel, travel, travel. . .

No kids. No real life, as well. Business dinners still, still. . .

-Then you wouldn't want to burn inside. -No, exactly.

Just take it out here, turn down, and so is the door open.

-The alarm then? -Yeah. . . I really don't know.

Hey, wait.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

You know, my sister died in The Baltic Star accident.

So I take care of her kids. So I'm just a little tense.

She was just a burnt lump of flesh, when I saw her last.

They displayed her in temporary mortuary.

And we will not buy anything today. Sorry, J�rgen.

-No, but. . . -We hope it'll go better. . .

-Yes, exactly. -Many are dependent on one's money.

-Yes, there are a lot with that. -Take care of yourself.

-Hi. -Hi.

The police, please.

Hello, is there room service? Can you get breakfast in your room?

No, we want to eat now.

No, we don't want to eat down there. Is this a hotel? We want to eat now!

Coffee and shit!

It's me again. Sorry I sound a little sour.

Was it you I spoke to? I forgot to say the room number: 220

Will you be nice and send up some cheese, bread, coffee and pussy.

I was just kidding. But you're .. more straight stuff.

And scissors and henna.

No, she wears it in her hair.

Damn, think a bit myself, then.

Maybe you should keep a lower profile?

-Do you know where they are now? -Yes, in the room.

Check this out.

-Is that you? It's not fat, it is liquid.

I ate medicine because I was poor. You become so since.

-What was it. . . -Heart. The lungs. But, you. . .

So here, huh.

We eat breakfast, you shave. Then I know someone who can fix us up with weapons.

-So we have time for a bank today. -Were you inside for a bank robbery?

T�garp, Tierp, Helsingborg, Skillingaryd, Mj�llby, Solna. . .

Halmstad. . . Yes, what the hell. . .

And a place outside G�vle which I was convicted of. . .

Now you call me Calle and I'll call you Ragnar.

Are you on-line? Is this on up here?

Calle?

Olle?

What the hell. . . J�rgen? J�rgen is a good thing?

J�rgen, we say. Calle and Jorgen, J�rgen and Calle. I write it up

Calle. . . Calle with C.

J�rgen, then. How do you write it? Damn. . .

Is it G? George? Is that so?

-No, J. -J? J�rgen with J!

It is spelled as it sounds. Nice! It's different with helmet and rifle. . .

No, what the hell. . .

-We will remember it anyway. -Okay. Take it easy now.

Call all rooms and advise the guests to stay inside until this is over.

Where are you doing? What are you doing?

-I was just going to go out a bit. -Without Me?

No, my ass.

-We'll go our separate ways. It's better. -Why didn't you just. . .?

-Don't know. There was nothing to say. -I don't want.

But I want to.

Hello! No, leave it there.

So it will be. Okay?

Two rolls? I told them. . . You can take them.

Coffee is good for me in the morning.

Take the whole tray.

I got a car. Just take the stairs out, and then the back door.

-I give myself. -Damn it, Petter. . .

-I want to kill you. -You can get along better without me.

-I won't let you. -Don't you?

You were going to sneak away behind my back.

-When I leave in front of you. -The cops are here.

Come on, let's go now. I'm sorry. Okay, sorry!

Take the next exit. We must go down in the subway. The car hot, we must dump it.

Okay, then we take the subway. But everyone reads the newspaper on the subway.

And then they look at people.

-If you don't like it. . . -Well, I think the subway.

To read about himself as a dangerous offenders was unreal.

They just had to come and take me. I wouldn't say no.

The more it felt like I was in the shit, the easier it became.

What had we done? Escaped, stolen some cars and run out on a hotel bill. . .

Most of all, you were some kind of entertainer.

What is it?

This is Janne Lenhoff. We have checked out from the hotel now.

We are sitting in a bar in Copenhagen.

I have to go to the bathroom.

-Annelie. -Hey, that's me.

How are you?

-Where are you? -I love you. I love you.

-You. . . Don't come here. -Okay. I heard.

I don't know if I want revenge. I'm so pissed at him!

Comprehend what he has done to us! And I have felt sorry for him.

And now I feel bad about this with Patrik.

I can't live without sex in eight years. He shouldn't have taken that away from me.

-This is so fucking sick. . . -You. . . Do you hear. . .

God. . .

He phoned me today. You don't get tell anyone. Bless it.

I talked to him.

No, hell, no bank. I have a better idea.

I hid 300 000 SEK in a painting I had.

If the cops had picked it up it would be gone.

I think I know who took them.

-And it's not the cops. -Okay. So we are going on a treasure hunt. . .

-Were you there and took the money? -Yes, but what the hell. . .

-How much was it? -A couple, three hundred thousand.

-Where the hell are they, then? -Of course I went to Thailand.

But dammit, Tobbe. . .

-What a bloody waste of time. -There is a key somewhere. . .

-Let's go now. -No, it's somewhere.

They have left.

Let go!

-Take it easy, guys. -We are damned quiet.

-I swear, I took no money! -Open the cabinet, hell!

I took it so the cops wouldn't get it.

But I'll put it back, I promise.

-Sorry! -No hands in the cabinet.

Down with you.

It is 110,000. Shall we say okay then? Okay, guys?

We won't say you were here. We're even?

We'll say so.

-Wasn't it more? -I'll keep quiet.

He has kids. He needs his money. You stole it when he is in prison. . .

-I 'm sorry. . . -Tape! I can't listen.

Damn.

I feel sick of this stuff.

-Let 's go now. -No, no.

Is there the death penalty for what you've done. Get it?

I try to keep at this.

-Take it easy. -Don't stand behind my back.

-What is wrong with you? -What you have done. . .

One can't forgive it. I can't. I can't let you live.

-Petter, damn. . . -Quiet! Order in the courtroom.

Petter, put down the gun, damn.

We'll leave. We have money.

They are so scared they're pissing on themselves. It's enough now.

Give me the gun. Petter!

-Come on, give me the gun. -Ole dole doff, kink Larne Koff. . .

Bink kids. . .

I was hoping the gun was empty.

-Hell, no! -I hereby extinguish you.

I'm sorry. Fucking traitor.

Now the story was written with four shots in V�stberga-

And I was further away now than ever before.