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Okay, here's how it is. You've been awake for five days,

you're king of the hill and you 've just finished feeding your nose.

There's a chick hanging on to you, babbling on, but you can't hear a word she says.

All your senses are miXed up and have stopped working the way they should.

You 're wondering where the hell you are, and who's place this is

where you 've been hanging out for as long as you can remember,

could be two hours or two days.

Not that it fucking matters, what's more important is where you were before,

and I 'm not talking about this club or that bar,

No, you need to go further back. Cause even though you know deep down

that the journey ends in darkness, it doesn't necessarily mean that it

started in darkness.

Based on shit that actually happened

Reykjavik, March 1 999.

-You don 't remember the fight at all?

-No.

-Nothing?

Do you drink a lot? You a blackout guy?

-No. -No.

-Toti, is that you?

It's me, Stebbi, from Olafsvik.

How are you man?

-Good. What are you doing here??

-I spent the night.

Why??

-Some drunken bullshit. I 'm probably looking at an assault charge.

-Do you have a lawyer?? -No, not yet.

-That won 't do. You need a good lawyer.

Trust me, I know.

Stebbi.

Is your mother still out west??

-Yeah, out west.

-What about yours?? How's she doing??

-She hangs in there, the old broad.

Look, if you get in trouble, just contact me.

-Toti! I hadn't seen him much since we were kids in Olafsvik.

Our mothers were best friends at the time and his father the town's minister.

And even though Toti was two years older, he and his friends let me hang with them,

popping sea sickness pills, watching porn and shit like that.

But after his father died when he was 1 2, he and his mom moved to Reykjavik.

-Toti dear??

-Since then I 'd just heard some crazy stories about the guy.

All I knew was that he didn 't study theology like his father.

-What are you doing??

-This mother dear, is DeXtro Amphetamine Phenylpropanolamine. Speed!

-Stefan Kormakur Jonsson -Yes.

-Hello, I 'm from the Reykjavik Police, I 'm handing you a summons.

-They called it a "reckless and aggravated assault."

"Up to five years of imprisonment", and "personal injury claim."

Mom??

I was wondering if you knew of any openings??

No, I 'm not quitting school.

I 'm just thinking ahead for the summer.

Yeah.

Okay. Yeah.

Thanks. Bye.

-I don't like it. - What are you afraid of??

-Even though the cops didn't find jack shit there, it doesn't mean that

Robbi hid the stash in his apartment.

-There's only one fucking way to find out, isn't there.

-Toti.

-Hey, it's Stebbi here. -What?? Stebbi who??

-Stebbi, from Olafsvik. From the police station the other day.

-What's up??

-I was thinking about what you said about the lawyer.

Can you recommend anyone??

-Did you get charged??

-Yeah, and a personal injury claim, fucking bullshit.

-No problem, I can get you in touch with a real lawyer.

-Really??

-Yeah, you just have to do me a favor instead.

I scratch your back, you scratch mine. -Sure, no problem.

-Are you free now?? -Yes.

-Do you have a license?? -Sure.

-This here opens an apartment on Kleppsvegur 66, top floor to the right.

Go in there and see if you can find something for me.

It's eXtremely well hidden. The cops couldn't even find it.

-What is it??

-It's best that you don't know. In case you get busted.

Just imagine where you 'd hide 1 2 big ass chocolate bars.

That can't be found.

If you do this for me Stebbi...

I 'll get you in touch with Viktor Marteinsson, my lawyer.

He'll get you acquitted. I guarantee it.

-You think so?? -Think??

This is chicken shit compared with what Viktor normally deals with.

-Still I don 't know...

Taking this chance because of the charge, at this point I mean.

-Sure, perhaps you 're right. At this point...

Best to be patient, wait it out, and see what happens.

Who knows, the charge might vanish from the system or something.

-Fuck it.

-That's right!

Look, there's one thing.

If something happens...

have you heard of "Moment Zero"??

-No??

-Sometimes there are moments, when you get into eXtreme situations

where it's very important to keep face. No matter what.

You just scream two words, not out loud, but in your head.

Two words.

Fuck. You!

Then you just do the first thing that comes to mind.

No matter how crazy. You just do it without thinking.

That's it.

-Who are you??!

Robbi told you where he hid the hash??

Did you speak to Robbi??

Are you fucking mute??!

Calm down.

RelaX!

Stebbi Psycho!

You realize the shit you just stepped into??

-What!

-You know who that guy was?? -No.

The motherfucker you almost killed?? Was the one and only Einar Skakki!

You know Joi who owns Venus?? Joi "Pharaoh"??

-Yeah, I 've heard of him.

-Einar works for him. His right hand guy.

Are you good??

-No, can't say that I am.

-Just relaX, it'll be fine.

-With Joi "Pharaoh" and Einar Skakki on my ass!??

Hey while you 're with me, no one's going to touch you.

-Oh, really??

-Stebbi, I take care of my own, don't fucking worry about that.

Now, we'll just set up a meeting with Viktor, take care of that charge.

And never think about that business earlier.

Eat something. Gotta stabilize your blood sugar.

-Who's this Robbi??

-Robbi, the rat??

He lives in that charming apartment.

The Rat's Nest.

He's in police custody, the idiot.

Einar Skakki is his uncle.

2 Years Earlier.

-What the fuck!

-Always the same hassle with you. Bulldozing your way through everyone.

-Well now, how's everyone??

Wasn 't it a piece of cake?? -Yeah. Sort of.

But there wasn 't as much shit there as there was supposed to be.

-Really??

-Bullshit!

-No bullshit. We checked it out. Me and your nephew here, didn't we Robbi??

-And what?? Are you clean now?? -Yes.

-There's not one gram left in that house, I guarantee it.

Recently restored.

I checked under the hood. The engine looks beautiful.

Worth at least 3.5 million.

The deed.

-Let's go to the bar guys. My treat. Jager all around.

Joi "Pharaoh" and Einar "Skakki" were true Icelandic pioneers.

They had been on the front lines of the Icelandic drug business

for more than two decades.

In the 1 970's The Pharaoh was the first Icelandic citizen to be sent

to prison for dealing drugs.

When speed became the "it" drug during the punk era,

the ball truly started to roll for Joi.

He became well known as the owner of Club Venus, a strip joint in the

heart of Reykjavik.

When he bought his villa, he registered it in his

wife's name of course. He paid for it in cash.

Rumour had it that the Pharaoh enjoyed a cozy relationship with the Narcs.

He gave them info on the competition and in turn they left him alone.

But in any case, one thing was clear.

For decades, nobody in this business had been able to touch The Pharaoh.

But in the wake of a falling out between Toti and the Pharaoh when

he caught Toti selling Ecstacy behind his back and went apeshit,

Toti decided to go all in and started competing for the Pharaoh's business.

-Nori, stop leaving those damn skateboards all over the place.

This is little Nori. Always on the computer.

A genius. We're cousins after all!

Go ahead and put Stebbi in the system.

-Really?? -Yeah.

-Okay, I 'll need a name, social security number and address.

And you 'll have to bring your taX card in. Where do you want him??

-Why not the car wash.

-Toti, I 'm not sure I can do this full time.

You know, with school and everything.

-Stebbi, just fill this out. It's only a cover.

Come on, let's go upstairs.

-There you are, you asshole.

I 've called you a hundred times today.

I heard you ran out of the tattoo parlor. What the fuck is going on??

-Are you going to cry, or are you going to finish your tanning session??

-Just pick up the phone when I call you. Is that complicated??

Who's this??

What piece of shit are you dragging in here??

-Calm down. Stebbi's cool.

-Are you fucking kidding me??!

Didn't we agree on not going anywhere near this fucking "soap"??

-At least we have it now. Better than the Pharaoh having it. Right??

-Was no one staking out the Rat's Nest??

-Yah, Skakki. He decided to drop by on a social call.

-Really?? What happened??

-We made him feel welcome, me and this psycho.

He almost killed him. -I wouldn't go that far.

-Who the fuck is this guy and why is he speaking??

-Saevar he's a fucking nutjob that can hold his own in a fight

with Einar Skakki. They don't come any tougher that that.

We need guys like that in this business.

-He's disgusting. -Stebbi is my responsibility, okay.

Dagny baby! You 're early today.

-Oh shut up.

-Hustling big time tonight?? -Well there's a huge party at OZ tonight.

-Say hi to the new crazy guy in the crew, Stebbi Psycho.

-That's just what I need.

Look Saevar, I need about 20 eXtra grams for tonight.

-20?? For the OZ party??

-I 'm not just going there. There are imported DJ 's at

Skuggabar and stuff. It's going to be crazy crowded.

-Okay, let's see what we have.

Coming??

-Bye. -Bye.

-See ya. -Bye.

-Let's get you set up with a salary.

-What??

A salary??

-Yeah, before Nori puts you in the system.

At least now you can afford a hair cut.

-Yes, Florida always delivers.

Yes, I can make that work.

Yes, eXactly.

Look just go ahead and book it, just tell me how much to pay.

I have to talk to you later.

I spoke to the idiots down at the police station.

-Right.

-Got copies of all the case files as well as the charge.

"Life threatening, aggravated assault".

Got a short fuse my friend??

I think this cop that took your statement did a real poor job.

-Really??

-Conflicting witness statements and I don 't know what else.

We should find loads here to dispute in court.

-What, are these steroids??

-We stopped that kind of baby stuff long ago, right Saevar??

-This is much more potent. Increases your insulin.

I get it from my doctor.

Necessary before any workout.

You just pinch the fat, and inject.

-Well pussies...

Lift this up! Lift this up!

-8... 9... 1 0... 1 0 I said!

Pain is satisfaction!! Pain is satisfaction!!

-Cheers!

-Toti, look...

I just want to thank you for everything, getting me in touch

with Viktor. And the job...

-Stebbi, cut the sentimental bullshit.

It's just the privilege you get by being a part of the Inner Circle.

It's fantastic to have a guy like you on the team, someone I 've known forever

and can trust completely.

-Hi! -Hi.

-Baby! How are you?? -Great, and you??

-Am I in danger, locked in a room with Stebbi Psycho??

-You never know.

-What's going on with your case?? Got a date for your hearing yet??

-Not until late fall at the earliest. Fucking bullshit.

-You don 't have to worry, Viktor's got this shit down, understand.

He's knows what he's doing.

-What's up??

-A little favor for my uncle.

He built a house for some guy who refuses to pay him, even

though he has a shit ton of money. Total asshole.

Owes him around 1 6 million. Here, put this on.

-Wait, is the guy here??

-No, but he keeps a horse here. An Icelandic champion.

EXpensive piece of shit. I 'm gonna send the guy a message, a nice lesson.

You 've seen The Godfather, right??

-What??

-How the hell am I supposed to know which horse is his??

-Dammit!

They aren 't marked or anything??

What, are you gonna blow me??

Dammit man.

Well I guess we'll just have to do them all.

-Right..

-What do you think is the best way??

-One massive blow?? -I don't know.

Goddamn interruptions.

-Hello?? -Hey man.

-Robbi, where the hell have you been??

We haven 't heard a peep from you since you were released from custody.

It's been weeks.

-Well I 've been...it's been busy. I 've been doing all kinds of shit.

-Yeah, yeah right...

-I heard you found the "soap" in my apartment.

-Yeah, no thanks to you. -I was in fucking solitary!

-Robbi?? -Yeah??

-Shut up. What do you want??

-I was just thinking, are you busy right now??

What the fuck??! Who is this?? -RelaX. He's alright.

-No, seriously man There's no room...

-Robbi if we are going to hold your hand through this "thing", he's coming along.

Fucking spit it out, what's going on??

-Look the only thing I can tell you right now...

Is that we're going to Hvalfjordur. Okay??

-That's the only thing?? -Yeah.

-Either spit it out, or I 'll shove this up your fucking ass Robbi!

-Okay it's an insurance scam.

It's a solid project.

-Who's with you on this??

-What do you mean?? -Who organized it??

I know it wasn 't you. Spit it out!

-Okay, okay. Fuck! I can tell you that...

You know him.

He just moved back from Copenhagen.

-Bruno, the devil himself.

-Always the same overgrown cow.

-You 're here??

-Is it true what I 'm hearing that you 've stopped sucking

Einar Skakki and the Pharaoh 's cocks??

-What??

-You heard me.

-Fucking bullshit.

-I can handle my own shit. don't you worry about that.

-I still remember you, down on your knees, shaking like a little girl.

Come on, that's enough.

Well Robbi, now it's your turn. Come here.

-We'll assume you wore a seatbelt, right??

-Guys can we just

-Over... on the shoulder.

Ready??

How does it look??

Yeah. Looks good. We're just missing what??

2-3 broken ribs... and maybe a fractured collarbone.

Put him on the car.

-Fucking insanity. -Jesus!

-Toti, come talk to me.

What do you think about us working together??

-What do you have in mind??

-Well I have a ton of contacts in Copenhagen and Amsterdam.

They can get us whatever we want.

Then we just get all the smaller dealers on our side.

And all the little smugglers.

The first thing we have to guarantee are good transport routes.

Then make sure we have some start up capital.

-With this??

-Among other things.

We'll get at least 1 8-20 million from this.

- If he doesn't freeze to death before someone finds him.

-How long do you think The Rat lasts agains his uncle Einar Skakki??

Especially after he was busted with all those drugs the other day.

You really think that Narc didn't try to make a deal with him??

I think this is just as good as it's gonna get for Robbi.

Think about it.

I mean you 're either with us or you 're not.

-It was around 6 a.m that the police was called to the scene of the accident

after the car had swerved off the road and down to the sea here in Hvalfjordur.

The driver who was alone in the car, was gravely injured

when he was found stuck inside the vehicle.

You lost control of the car in a very dangerous spot,

how did this happen??

-Uhh, well, I was just driving and the weather was terrible.

-Do you fear for your life??

-Yeah. I sometimes fear for my life.

-My cousin Ingo just tells me the number of the container.

And before Customs arrives, I stop by to pick up the package.

It's a fucking piece of cake.

So are you buying the 3kg from us or..??

-Yeah, sure. But that's not the main issue.

It's you and your cousin we want to invest in.

-After Bruno sent in a giant order for all kinds of drugs,

we needed a reliable route to transport it here to the "ice rock".

But smuggling shit to Iceland is no fucking joke.

But with the Samskip cousins we got a reliable "bridge" to mainland Europe.

The other cousin, Ingo, worked for Samskip's Copenhagen branch.

This guy here, was a runner for Bruno's business partners.

His code name was "Soren the Electrician".

Every other week he would deliver a package for Ingo.

Our distribution network was a total revolution in Iceland 's drug trade.

-You all know Herbalife right??

-Dietary crap for women and fags. -Shut the fuck up!

It's a clever scam, Saevar has earned millions from it.

-EXactly.

-This is our pyramid. We're here on the top.

Buying and importing. The top points out to sea.

-Bruno and I handle all foreign communications.

-Stebbi here, Stebbi Psycho, he'll be our private driver. Our right hand man.

Then there are those two areas here. Area 1 and area 2.

We split Reykjavik into two, Saevar and Dagny

are at the top of each pyramid. They handle all communcations

with the street dealers. Take orders and things like that.

Here in the middle, is the "Neutral Zone".

You can see it doesn't overlap with the other pyramids.

-All new shipments were immediately taken to the Neutral Zone, secret

hiding places somewhere in the city.

That way there was never any connection between the

importation and the Inner Circle.

-But where will I be??

-Robbi, while the insurance checks are still coming in, you 're only doing

physical therapy and rehab full time. We're not taking any chances with that.

-Yeah sure, I understand that.

I just thought you guys could use me. I have areas 1 01 and 1 07...

-Robbi while you 're always so fucked up and out of it,

you can't be trusted with anything.

-What's with the fucking disrespect all the time man!

-I 've sacrificed myself for this shit and I 'm sick of these cheap shots.

-RelaX Robbi. -Listen, it's very simple.

If you want to end up on the floor with busted kidneys and more broken ribs

both shoulders dislocated, then please be my guest, and come a little closer.

From now on, we all carry three mobile phones,

One is for the Inner Circle only. And if there's any suspicion of a leak,

everyone must talk to Nori and get a new sim card immediately.

This one here is for all other business and the third is your private phone.

The only one registered to your names.

-Morning. -Good morning.

-The Bakery was the heart of the operation.

Every fucking imported gram went through there before hitting the streets.

-Hi Stebbi. -Hi.

Can you put 30 grams of that pure stuff on my private account??

-Sure, no problem.

No cigarettes in here! -Oh right! Sorry!

Then on the way to the dealers, the product again

went into the Neutral Zone. And the dealers never knew

where to pick up their orders, until it had been planted.

Well the semester finished two weeks ago.

I've gotten myself a great job here.

Till the fall, you know...

Pays better than the fish factory, I can tell you that much.

Yeah, well all kinds of stuff...

Importation and things.

You actually know my boss Toti.

Remember. Son of minister Gudsteinn and your friend Elsa.

He's doing very well for himself here.

Listen, do you need me to get you anything??

The fucking genius thing about our system was that if a dealer got

careless and got himself busted, he couldn't squeal. Why??

Simply because he didn't know a fucking thing about anything.

But that didn't mean that he was free and clear from us.

You see, for Toti, it didn't matter if people owed 1 5 million or 1 5 thousand.

A debt is a debt, and it has got to be paid.

-You got busted selling our shit, the shit was confiscated, ergo

you owe us the street value.

Understand??! -Yes!

And the most important rule is to never give an inch.

-You have 48 hours to pay and no fucking stolen crap!

-As soon as we stop breaking bones, our bones will be broken,

it's as simple as that.

-The last thing in Bruno's master plan was to simply erase the competition.

Shut the fuck up!

These old guys were over in this business anyway.

-Besides taking every last gram from the Pharaoh's stock, we also took

over the few dealers and enforcers that still worked for him.

We even had him sign over the crown jewel itself, Club Venus.

And it didn't take Bruno long to turn the joint into fat profit.

CLUB VENUS BURNS DOWN NEW OWNERS SHELL SHOCKED

-Who is it??

-Stebbi?? Hi.

-Hi how are you??

-Good, you??

-Why haven't you answered your phone, I 've called like 20 times.

-Oh shit.

-Am I interrupting something perhaps...

-What?? Ehh well... just a little research...

-Yeah...

-I 'm at a party close by, I was hoping you had something??

-For you?? Absolutely.

-Oh really?? -Of course.

-Come over here.

You know I 'm not buying it, the whole "psycho" stuff.

-What about now??

Oh fuck, Stebbi wait. -What??

-Oh fuck. Do you have a tissue??

I 'll be fine in a bit. Maybe just a little nap.

-Tired huh??

-I 've been awake for four days.

-Sometimes I think I should take a vacation.

-Dagny??

-Hey Bruno??

-What are you waiting for?? It's green already.

Bruno operated best at night.

And in the winter, the nights can get very very long.

The night has just about ended when the neXt one takes over.

And then the neXt one, and the neXt...

-Take the neXt right.

But I couldn 't complain.

I couldn't sleep much anyway.

Better than sitting on my ass at home, counting down the minutes

until my damn court hearing.

-Are we good??

Now you can go home and finish jerking off over Dagny.

-Huh?? -Stebbi Psycho!

Across the globe, both private and public companies and institutions

are preparing their computer systems for the Y2K problem.

A special Y2K delegation from Scandinavia is now visiting Iceland

to advise local computer scientists on how to deal with the situation.

-Check this, the Rat has turned into a fucking celebrity.

His father has been making a scene at the police station.

-Wait, how long has he been missing??

-I don 't know... what... 3 - 4 months.

The person you are trying to reach is not available,

please try again later.

Same story.

-What's up??

-No idea.

DRUG FREE ICELAND

-They have two months.

-Hi. -Hey cutie.

Good to see you again. -You too.

What's this??

ENTRANCE/CASHIER

I finally understood what all those nights timing different

routes, and other field research, were all about.

-The only purpose of this shotgun is scaring people in the bank.

In the bank there will be ordinary people and ordinary people all

react the same way to a shotgun.

I 'm not gonna shoot anyone,

but I 'll leave it loaded.

Okay, this is how it'll be. Cashier cashier cashier

Customer, customer and the rest of us in the car.

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