All language subtitles for In China They Eat Dogs [1999] - ENG

THIS FILM IS BASED
ON ACTUAL EVENTS

What time is it?

Hanne. . .

Hanne, can't you use a plate?
A plate.

-Oh, an American?
-You might say that.

-Can I get you anything?
-Yes. What time have you got there?

-It's a quarter past ten.
-That's nine hours' difference.

I never seem to get that right.

-So, you just got here?
-I was supposed to meet this dentist-

-in California, but all of a sudden,
without a warning, they sent me here.
I didn't even have a chance to change.

And now the guy that I'm meeting won't be here
until twelve o'clock. Are you sure about the time?

Oh yes, it's a quarter past ten.
So you're meeting an old friend or what?

No, he doesn't know that I'm here. In fact, he
doesn't even know me. You might know him though.

He works right next door.
Arvid Blixen. Do you know him?

No.
It's my first day here.

But I'll bet you're wondering why
I'm here to meet him.

-Weren't there 800 kroner in this?
-Yes...

Where did they go?

But it was my money...
I gave them to charity.

What have you done? Arvid, I was
going to buy pants for that money.

-But you have 40 other pairs...
-But you can't just waste our 800 kroner!

I'm fed up with you, Arvid.
Do you think you're Gandhi or something?

Hanne, can't we just have our
breakfast in peace?

Arvid, I think you must be the most
boring man in the world.

Do I have "fraud" written on my forehead?

Preben, we can't just lend you
25000 without any security.

But you make a living from lending money.
It's starting funds, for Christ's sake!

-I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.
-You're just a fat paper pusher!

If I see you again, I'll kick your
teeth out! Understand?

-Arvid Blixen. He works at the bank.
-Well, why don't you just go over there-

-and tell him that you're here?
-That would be easy, wouldn't it?
But it doesn't work that way.

That's funny, isn't it?

I don't think it's been more than twelve days
since I first heard the name of Arvid Blixen.

-Yeah, exactly 12 days ago.
-Look what I got.

-What do you think?
-Can I try it?

What did you pay for it?

Those who don't want to get shot
will lie down on the floor!

Stop your whining!
Stop blubbering.

-I said stop crying.
-Yes.

-Are you queer? Huh?
-Yes...

Listen, Henning. Homo-Henning.
Do they call you that?

-No.
-If you don't stop blubbering-

-you'll go to Homo heaven.
You don't want that, do you?

A serious robbery was averted today as
31 year old banker Arvid Blixen-

-hit the armed robber in the head
with his squash racket.

-Arvid Blixen, how do you feel now?
-It feels a bit...

I suppose one can say you're a hero.
I'll stop for a bit.

Don't look into the camera.
Don't be nervous. Just look at me.

-Do you always carry your racket?
-I was going to play squash tonight-

-but I think I'll stay home instead.
And it's Henning's racket.

-Are you still a little shaky?
-Yes.

-What made you do it?
-I don't know. I think I just...

-...felt it was the right thing to do.
-You've been given two weeks' vacation.

-What are you going to do?
-I'm going to spend it with my girlfriend-

-and we might go to Paris.

Hanne?

STICK IT UP YOUR ARSE, ARVID

"Stick it... up your arse... Arvid."

-Who the fuck are you?
-Why did you knock Franz down?

-Franz?
-Couldn't he just get the money?

You've ruined our lives because
you had to play the hero.

Why couldn't you let him take the money?
Franz is not a criminal.

We were going to use the money.

-You can't just rob a bank.
-Why not?

We want to have a baby. Do you know
what artificial insemination costs?

No.

Hi.
You left your purse.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Look, it's the bastard from the bank!

Fuck!

I'm going to beat you senseless!
Stop, damn you!

Fuck off!

Fascist pig!
Fuck off!

You've got to stop calling me.
Go out and meet some new people.

Do you have any idea what I've been through?
I've been knocked down by a bank robber-

-been assaulted by his girlfriend, and
been attacked by a rock band!

Arvid, try doing something surprising
instead of standing there lying to me.

-Hanne, I need you.
-Arvid, stop fucking calling me.

I'll try again on Friday.
Friday, yes. Good.

See you.
Bye.

There's more cream over there...

-What's this?
-It's a fondue.

-Fondue?
-Yes. Coq poulard.

That's good, Peter.

-Who's been to the market?
-Vuk...

-Did Vuk go to the market? Why?
-He just got his driver's license.

Is there something wrong?
Are they bad, or what?

Puk!

-What is this?
-Radishes.

Radishes are supposed to be red.
Don't they have radishes in India?

You're not going to come here and buy
bad fruit. Do you understand that?

-Sorry.
-"Sorry", you can't even pronounce it.
Listen, Puk. You're a nigger.

-It's been a long time.
-What are you doing here? Is dad dead?

-Dad died nine years ago.
-Then he didn't get to see us win the
European Championship.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you.

OK.

-What happened to your eye?
-I was attacked.

Hi.
I'd like a beer.

Sure.

-We're having a conversation here.
-Yeah, that's OK.

So, Arvid and Harald go for a ride.
They haven't seen each other for several years.

-Did you buy the restaurant?
-No, I won it.

-Have you been in town for long?
-I live here.

I have since dad died.

-He hoped you'd come.
-No, he didn't.

You must have had a horrible life.

-You're still an arsehole?
-Yes.

Fuck, what a shitty life you must have had.

Can't you give me a hand?

-What the fuck is in that?
-Nothing.

-Heavy crates, huh?
-Yeah.

-What do you really want?
-What do you mean?

Why do you show up all
of a sudden like that?

-Why?
-I'm going to rob a bank.

-He what?
-He wants to rob a bank.

I know what you mean. It sounds strange,
but that's what he wants.

I'm going to rob a money transport.
I know exactly when it gets there-

-but I don't know how you do these things.
You're the only criminal I know.

We're going to rob a money transport
together, Harald.

Are we going to rob a money transport
together? The two of us?

-What's her name?
-Astrid.

We're going to give Astrid and Franz money
so they can go somewhere and have children.

Isn't that nice?

-Is she going to get all the money?
-No, of course not. Don't be stupid.

Tell then that stuff about
"happiness" one more time.

It was wrong to knock down the bank robber.
One shouldn't stand in the way-

-of two people's happiness.
-Isn't that nice?

We're going to rob a money transport
to help other people.

For once we're doing something that's right.

-It's not completely right though?
-If Arvid says it is, then it must be.

-But one could say...
-Stop interfering all the time!

You get a crane and a truck.
Do you have the bag?

-Where's the money transport?
-They didn't have any, but...

That's fine.

This pear is the money transport.
OK?

The money transport comes driving here.
Then the car comes at full speed-

-and hits the money transport so it tips
over. You arrive in the truck.

Arvid and I jump out and
throw out the drivers.

You drive alongside and lift the money
transport onto the truck...

...and then you drive away.
Like that.

OK?

-Is that how it's usually done?
-Yes, of course.

-Isn't that right?
-Of course.

Who's going to drive the car?

Unbelievable. She's got two kids, and he
flirts around with a gay make-up artist.

-You mean Henning?
-Yes. Bredal... the bank woman.

-I'll be damned.
-Might as well get used to the idea, yeah?

I didn't know Harald had a brother.

-Have you done this kind of thing before?
-Harald has. We work as cooks.

Some times I think about
calling the union.

-You're not going to shoot anyone?
-That decision is mine to make.

Vuk, it's a Volvo, it's
made out of armoured steel.

-It's got an airbag. We'll strap you in.
-I won't do it.

-Are you ready?
-Vuk refuses...

-Listen. It's a Volvo.
-You won't get to stay in the country.

-I won't do it.
-What's going on?

-Vuk doesn't think the car can take it.
-It's a Volvo.

-He's driven wrong once before.
-Yes, in the City Square.

I won't do it.

-I won't do it.
-What?

-What's he saying?
-He doesn't want to.

Listen. Either you drive the car, or
you can go back to shepherding. OK?

Strap him in properly,
so we can get going.

Put on your seat belt.

-Hard to get it in reverse...
-Want me to try?

Let me do it.

-Hard, isn't it?
-I had softened up the transmission.

-Did you soften up the transmission?
-Yes.

We're ready. Peter has managed to soften
up the transmission after a bit of trouble.

-Good, Peter.
-Innit just?

Puk, are you ready?

Hello, Puk - are you ready?

All set!

-You're not sitting there eating?
-He says he's ready.

It's the same hydraulics.

Just like when you haven't used a
blow drier for a while.

If the truck sits on the garage
too long, the oil stiffens.

Lunch is over.
Let's go.

Here they come!

-What's happening?
-They're on their way.

Puk, come...

You just don't suspect that so
many people are gay...

-People in government, top politicians...
-What the fuck is that?

Drive, goddammit!
Get that fucking thing going, damn you!

Full speed!

Start!

Get a move on it!

He's getting away!

Drive... drive!

He's doing it!

Put on your fucking mask!
Lower the crane!

Get Vuk!

Lower it down!
All the way to the window!

Come on!

Lie down!

Lie down!

Lie down!

What the fuck are you doing?

-You're mad!
-Sit down and shut up!

Sit down!

You're out of your mind!

-Don't you want to get rid of those clothes?
-Yeah... How much is it?

-650 000.
-Does it hurt?

Martin... the overalls.

-I think he broke both his...
-They'll grow back together in no time.

-Peter, check what Erling can do.
-He has to go to a hospital.

Get him up.

What's with you?

-You've maimed two people.
-Should I have played poker with them?

-You're insane.
-You've got to do things properly.

-No matter if it's right or wrong.
-You'd have done it for the money.

-I could tell you enjoyed it.
-Do you really think so?

I'm doing all this...
because you're my brother.

Here...
Take fucking all of it.

-671543 kroner.
-Why do you want me to take it?

Because I've made a mistake.

Astrid!

Aren't we friends anymore?

-Was she happy?
-Yes.

What did the others say when
I just took the money?

-Peter and Martin got 20000 each.
-From your own money?

-And Vuk?
-He doesn't get any money.

He'll just buy gold chains and
things for his car.

I don't understand how this
could have gotten scratched.

We have to get Franz out of jail.
Her husband. He's still in jail.

-He has to get out.
-And?

I thought you might help me do it.

-How are you going to do it?
-I don't know.

Find out how to do it first, then
come back and I'll help you.

But you'd fucking well better not
call me a psycho again.

Come...

-No money.
-You have no money.

Hello.
Hi, Arvid.

-Those pigs are savage beasts, aren't they?
-Vuk wants some money.

Did you know pigs have orgasms
that last half an hour?

-What?
-Their orgasms last for half an hour.

-You're kidding, right?
-They don't have orgasms every time?

-No...
-I'll be damned.

-Vuk wants some money.
-He has his pay check.

-Otherwise he thinks it's unfair.
-Vuk doesn't need any money.

-He wants to send some to his mother.
-Grandmother.

Money, no money.

What's with you? What is it you want,
you ungrateful motherfucker?

-Don't you like it here?
-I just told Martin that...

Don't you like it here?
He's not going to sit here complaining.

-You're a racist, man...
-So? What's wrong with that?

You two can give him some
of your money, OK?

-Yes, we can do that...
-Good!

Let's not talk about it anymore then.
Give him 6000 each of your pay.

Christ...

-So they had to give Vuk the money.
-Do you have a moment?

I'll have another beer.

-Where are you from?
-That's an even longer story.

-Do you play cards?
-Well, sometimes.

-What kind of cards do you play?
-Poker, blackjack, whatever.

-Would you like to play poker?
-I was just telling...
By the way, what is your name?

-Erik.
-Hi, Eric, I'm Richard.

I'm Jψrn.

-Jψrn here wants to play cards.
-I'm in.

-What kind of poker are we playing?
-What would you like?

-Five card stud? Draw poker?
-Draw is OK.

Three, four, five, six... and a half.

His mother doesn't like him standing there
with his arms in a cast, does she?

He says you forced him.

Forced Vuk?

-Vuk only does what he likes.
-Let me know the next time he "likes"...

-You think I'm a social worker?
-Harald, the next time he goes with you-

-then look out for him. As long as you're
his boss, he's your responsibility.

Remember that.

Aren't you going home to watch videos?

See you, Harald.

Vuk is loaded, and Arvis is trying to figure
out a way to get Franz out of jail.

Martin and Peter try and help, but it
isn't easy getting someone out of jail.

We'll get police uniforms, and then we'll
just go inside and say he's being transferred.

-That won't do.
-How does one usually do it?

-I don't know. I'm a cook.
-I think people get out themselves.

-I need 25 banana splits.
-Can you go out and get some shrimp?

-I can do that.
-Thanks.

-Did you get any bananas?
-No.

You were going to take the car home, you said.
What were you doing for four hours?

What's this?

Are you mad? Plastic explosives.
They're Harald's.

Why does he keep stuff like that
lying around?

He's probably traded some caviar
for it. Don't touch it, Arvid.

Nothing will happen. It's C-4.
A plastic explosive.

It detonates electronically.

-Do you know a lot about that stuff?
-I've been to the army.

Perhaps you could use it to blast
a hole in a prison wall?

I can blow Amager up with it. If
Harald isn't using it for anything.

You had kitchen duty.
You were posted in the mess hall.

You get a broad education there.

-Are you sure you can do it?
-Of course.

If not we'll just run a few tests first.

Didn't we say eleven o'clock?

-He was going to the post office to transfer some money.
-Shouldn't we use a little less?

-It's got to look realistic.
-I've got plenty more.

-If somebody should hear anything...
-There's nobody out here.

-OK, Martin.
-Lower the tank.

If you're going to blow a hole in something,
you've got to have some ballast pressing-

-the explosive against the wall,
or there will just be a tiny hole.

Aren't they clever?

Arvid... You can do it.
When you press this-

-it'll detonate in 60 seconds.
-Come here.

-Come on.
-OK.

-Should I do it now?
-Sure. Press it.

-OK, I'll do it now.
-Take these.

60 seconds.

Now we just wait and see.

Who the fuck is that?

It's Vuk.

-Vuk, get away!
-What the fuck is he wearing?

Vuk, get away!

I think we might use a little less
the next time, Peter.

Sorry, but I didn't know
he was going to come!

Find Vuk, so we can
get out of here.

Get to it.

He's deaf.
His eardrums have been blown away.

He needs to be sprayed with water
for two more hours.

I've got to go.

Relax. First we get two cars.
Thanks for your help.

It's the same with clay.
You can't use old clay.

We're there.

-It could have gone all wrong.
-It did.

You don't use explosives that are
more than three months old.

Watch out, Vuk...

-What the fuck is he doing?
-He's deaf.

Unlike the last time, when the tank
was against the wall...

This is the charge, and you are
the wall. Last time it made a little...

...but now it's two feet away. Right against
the wall. Totally different explosion.

Let's see what I've got in the car.

A thousand litres of water, to hold
the ballast in place. Then the explosion-

-goes right into the wall, in a
completely different way from last time.

Two lumps of C-4...

-Same delay as last time.
-How much is it this time?

-A quarter of what we used last time.
-Where did the sandwiches come from?

Vuk's uncle has a pizzeria.

-How come we didn't get any?
-We thought you had already eaten.

-Have some.
-But there's nothing left.

-Bite from the other side.
-Fucking crap food.

-Shouldn't it be backed up?
-Yes.

-What's it set to?
-30 seconds.

-You should learn to show some consideration
for somebody other than yourself.
-Fuck...

Vuk!

Where is he?

Move.
He's under this.

-He's dead!
-Hands in the air!

-We've killed him!
-No, he's all right.

-We've killed him!
-Shut up!

Hands in the air,
or we'll fire!

Fuck you!

-A late night snack.
-Thanks.

-Harald?
-No.

-No thanks.
-Cold chicken and cheddar.

-Can you give me that smelling salt?
-He's deaf, dammit.

-This?
-Yes.

You don't get any younger.

-He's dead.
-No, he isn't.

-He's got his nose pressed into his brain.
-You don't die from that.

You're fucking not killing Erling!

Stop it, dammit!

-He's dead too!
-Arvid...

Give me that.

What are you doing?
You could have shot me.

Arvid?

-It's you from the bank!
-You'll shut up.

Everybody shut up, OK? Nobody else
is dying in this kitchen.

Take Vuk and Erling.

-Where are we taking them?
-Where do you think you bury dead people?

-I don't know. I'm a cook.
-Take them out to Sψndermarken.

Yes.
Bury them there.

Right now.

So, Peter and Martin take off to this
Sondermarken. How do you pronounce that?

What have you got, Eric?

Three queens.

Three kings.

You're a very lucky man, Jψrn.
I've never seen anything like it.

I do know this one guy, but...
No, that's another story.

-I think I would like to play with him.
-One day you might. You never know.

-Now, where was I?
-Sψndermarken.

Arvid had a long talk with Franz,
but Franz was very, very confused.

First you slam a racket
into my cranium...

Then you have me sent to jail...
And then you blow me up.

-Are you insane?
-I'm sorry I knocked you down.

-I know it was wrong of me.
-It's even worse to blow people up.

-Yes, and now I want to make it up to you.
-Who the fuck asked you to?

-Your wife.
-My wife?

She told me why you did it.

-What the fuck are you talking about?
-You can't have children.

I don't have a wife, and I don't
want any kids. I hate kids!

-She's not your wife?
-No. I'm a bank robber.

-That's not a lot to build a relationship on.
-You're not a bank robber, you're married to Astrid...

-Astrid Henriksen. Your wife.
-You've talked to her?

-What did she tell you?
-Everything. That you can't have children-

-and that she needed help.

-You didn't give her any money?
-You could say that...

-Astrid isn't your wife?
-No.

-But I saw a picture of you...
-Then who is she?

My sister.
Astrid is my sister.

Last time I saw her she swindled me
for 6000. How much did you give her?

650000.

650000?

Shut the fuck up.

Well? Did you do it?

-Sure.
-Good.

Want to take another trip?

You'll freeze to death in here.

-Vuk is dead.
-Yes.

And Erling...

-We've killed two people.
-Three.

I just shot Franz.

-Are you going to kill me too?
-No. You're my brother.

-I don't understand anything anymore.
-No, you never did.

What's to understand?
Nothing is right or wrong.

You decide that for yourself. In China
you could eat a whole German Shepherd-

-without anyone caring. It's just about
finding out what's unacceptable-

-and then just not doing it.
-You don't believe that?

Yes, I do.

I should have gone to Paris with Hanne.

Doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable
thinking about Astrid having our 650000?

-Yes.
-Isn't it fucking cold in here?

Come.

Astrid!

-Should we leave?
-Maybe she's in the bathroom.

-Who are you looking for?
-Astrid.

That's going to be difficult.
She's gone on vacation.

I don't understand it. She bought a
mink coat. I don't understand it-

-because it's hot in South Africa,
isn't it?

-I've got an appointment at ten o'clock.
-Can you give me a ride home?

-It's him...
-Who?

Didn't he hit you in the head with
a bottle? What are you going to do?

You've got to do someting, Arvid,
or you'll turn out like your father.

-Don't let people piss on you!
-No.

You work in a bank, right?
And you use your head?

The worst thing he can do
is hit you in the head.

-What does he do?
-He's a musician. I think he plays the guitar.

The worst thing you can do, then,
is shoot him in the hand.

He's bloody well got to know he can't
hit you in the head with a bottle.

Other people could end up with a
bottle in their heads too.

It's your duty to do it.

-Do you understand what to do?
-Shoot him in the hand.

What the fuck?

Was it you who smashed a bottle
into my brother's head?

What are you going to do now?

-But now he doesn't...
-What are you going to do now?

I want to hit him in the head with this.

Remain calm while my brother smashes
this ashtray into your friend's head.

You fucking psycho!
What the fuck are you doing, man?

-Shut your mouth.
-I'll kill you the next time I see you!

-Shut your mouth!
-You're both going to die!

-Will you shut up!
-You're both going to get your arses kicked so hard!

Go on, Arvid, do it!

Well, fuck me...

Music...

My money's on the guy from Bagsvζrd.

-Have you seen Vuk?
-Didn't he come home last night?

-He said something about a girl.
-A girl?

I think he met a nice girl.

-A redhead. Want some pasta?
-No thanks.

-I don't think he met a girl.
-We didn't think so either, but...

This is damned good.

On the whole, I think it's best
that you talk to Harald about it.

-Harald. Where's Harald?
-He's in a meeting.

If you see Vuk,
tell him to call home immediately.

Harald knows I take as good care of
my family as I do my eyes.

The eyes... you take the very best care of.

Remember that.

We should probably call Harald.

You know he's gunned down
a whole rock band?

-I've always wanted to do that.
-There are lots of them around.

Yes, exactly.

You can't be too fancy to show a
little agression from time to time.

No.

Thank you, Harald.

For what?

For helping me.

It was nothing.

See you.

Sleep well.

Yes.

-I was just going to collect the TV.
-But that's mine.

No, Arvid. I just didn't manage
to bring it with me the last time.

But I bought it. What makes it yours?
-It just is.

-Hanne...
-What is it?

-Can't you come back?
-Arvid...

Remember when we had a cat?

Why do you suppose it ran off?
Because it was bored to death, Arvid.

-I've changed.
-Did you grow a wart or something?

Stop it. I'm just here for the TV.

Hanne...

-I haven't seen him since...
-Wednesday.

I don't know anything.
We're just cooks.

-We can't look out for him all the time.
-Harald...

I want to tell you one thing:

If something has happened to Vuk,
we'll be very upset.

And there are quite a few of us.

I'll call you if I hear from him.

What will they do if they find him?

Then we're fucked.

-What if they...
-You did bury him properly?

Good. Then they won't find him.

Hello...

-What's happened?
-I've killed Hanne.

-We're not going back out there.
-No, we fucking won't, Harald.

No, you're cooks. Make some fucking food,
and I'll take care of Hanne.

Hanne...

Who the fuck is Hanne?

-Why?
-She was coming to take the TV.

OK.
All right...

-Where is she?
-At home. In the living room.

And in the kitchen.

-In the living room and in the kitchen?
-Yes.

Maybe I should just leave her-

-and then go away... for a long time.

-That's a good idea, Arvid.
-Yes.

But I need some money.

-I know just what to do.
-Good.

Will you help me?

I can't take it anymore.
I can't fucking take it anymore!

-Don't tell that to me.
-They're insane!

-Tell them!
-Yes, I will.

-What have you got?
-Three nines.

No! It's not possible.
No one is that lucky. He's cheating.

-What are you saying?
-I've never seen anything like it, he's cheating!

You can't prove that Jψrn here is cheating,
now, can you?

Well, that's it. He's just a very lucky man.
Let's play another hand. What time is it?

-Almost twelve.
-We'd better hurry then.
-So they left the country, or what?

They wanted to, but
they had to raise some money first.

The only ones who can trigger the
alarm are Gunna and Henning.

They always go to Cafι Paradis
to have lunch with Finn.

So there's nobody at the alarm desk.

-Who's Finn?
-He owns Cafι Paradis.

-Anyone got a cigarette?
-What time is it?

-Half past eleven. Don't you have a smoke?
-We've got half an hour.

Stop nagging about those cigarettes!
Go and buy some from Finn.

-Get some peanuts.
-No, they make your throat dry.

-I want some peanuts.
-Then you'll want water too, right?

Just go and buy those peanuts, Peter.

-Got any cigarettes?
-Prince.

Good.
And a bag of peanuts.

-Where are you going to go?
-I don't know.

India?

-Or maybe China?
-Yes...

-Dad always wanted to go to India.
-John Lennon went there.

-But he was shot.
-Dad? Why?

No, dad wasn't shot.

He was going to patch his bike,
but couldn't find the puncture.

I took over. He sat down at his
desk to help Mrs Jespersen-

-with her taxes. And in the middle
of the travel deductions he dropped dead.

There was an embolism in the brain.
Mrs Jespersen got a new tax form.

-What a shitty death.
-Here you go.

-Holy crap, what a faggot! Is that them?
-Yes.

-Is he gay?
-No, I don't think so.

-I think he's gay.
-So what? Are you ready?

-Do you think we're idiots?
-Easy, easy.

What are you saying?

-Where's Finn?
-He's ill, I'm watching the store for him.

Is there a back door?

Yes, there is!

Harald!

-Harald...
-Stay down, man!

I thought you had buried
Vuk properly!

We only had a small shovel.
And it was dark.

But Arvid killed Vuk.

Wasn't it?

We're cooks, dammit.

Now I don't have a brother anymore.
Have you never done anything right?

Come...

Let's go.

-Arvid.
-Hi, Henning.

-Arvid, aren't you on vacation?
-Arvid, what's going on?

I don't know.
I think we're dead...

Are we dead?

Now, listed up. This may sound a little
strange to you, but you're all dead.

-Very dead.
-But that can't be right.

Normally there would be somebody from
the dark side to pick some of you up, but-

-they're not here. Maybe they just forgot.
Or it's just your lucky day.

-Why?
-Well, if nobody shows up from the other side-

-that means you have to go upstairs with me.
Isn't that nice?

Yes, in a way, but, excuse me...
Would that say that we all go to Heaven?

Exactly.

Of course. I'm so stupid, I should have guessed.
You little devil, you.

-I've never seen you before.
-It's my third pickup.

-OK, which ones do you want?
-You!

-Me?
-Yes, you. That's the last time you'll cheat at cards.

But I didn't cheat. I've never cheated!
I'm just lucky!

-Your turn.
-I'll just take Arvid.

-Me?
-Uh-huh. You.

-Why me?
-You're on my list.

Excuse me, this can't be right.
And you're intoxicated...

-I'd like to talk to one of your superiors.
-Are you gay?

-What did I do? I've never done anything wrong.
-It says here I'm only supposed to take Arvid with me.

-Are you sure you didn't do something wrong?
-Yes. Gunna Quist. It has to be there.

-Have you been cheating on somebody?
-What?

Have you been cheating on somebody?

Is it that thing with Lars? It was just at
the Christmas lunch. I was drunk. Was it so bad?

I can't say. We'll have to
ask someone when we get down there.

-What about them?
-I don't know. They look like it's another department.

Probably the same guys that picked up Vuk.
Some of them are very strange.

We call them the men with the funny pants.
But they're always late.

Come on, we're gonna miss the bus. You didn't do
anything wrong, Arvid. You've always been a very good boy.

-But I killed Vuk.
-I just told you, that's not our department.

-But wasn't it wrong to kill Hanne, maybe?
-It's also wrong to steal. She tried to take your TV.

Everything you did, you always believed
you did the right thing, didn't you?

That's what it's all about. If you believe
you did the right thing, you did the right thing.

-Are you sure about this?
-Absolutely.

But I mean... me, up there? Really?

-Well, yes.
-What about the rock band?

-I killed a whole rock band!
-They weren't any good.

OK, to tell you the truth, Arvid, I'm a very
good friend of your father, and I promised him-

-I'd bring you up with me no matter what.
Come on, this way. Mind the step.

-Yes, but... that...
-Oh shit. What was the name of that girl-

-that went downstairs with Eric?
-Gunna Quist.

She was on my list then! Damn! I couldn't see it.
Look. I was quite busy when I wrote that.

But that doesn't look like "Gunna Quist", does it?
Well, maybe... "Gunna Quist"... I thought it said-

-"Go Now Quick". What kind of name is that anyway?
Poor girl.

You see, I was supposed to meet this dentist
in California, but they sent me here instead, so...

-Excuse me, what is your name?
-Come on.

-Do you have any ID?
-Hurry up, we've gotta get going. Your father's waiting.

-But...
-Mind the door!

-What is that crap?