Original subtitles

— Step on my shoulders a bit. — Yes, dad.

— Getting tired? — No.

Jflrgen!

Help!

Help!

Did you think you could rat us out?

Hey! Did you think you could rat us out?

You rat.

Silje, don't ever leave me.

— Of course I won't leave you. — No matter what?

I promise.

English subtitles: Tore Fossheim

Distribution: Filmskatten AS, Norway

— You're kidding, right? — This is bad.

— Delicious? — Bad.

The cucumber's tasty.

Do it like this.

— You first. — Do it in your cup.

Like that.

Have some more.

— Just mash it? — Yep.

Why not just like this? I don't like the black stuff.

— You don't like the soy sauce? — It tastes like gasoline.

You need the soy sauce.

Try it. Do you want to try one of these?

— A big one. — You first.

No, it's for you. Come on.

Tasty?

|t's delicious.

|t's healthy. You work out a lot, so you care about that.

— I managed to swallow it. — Good.

I have to get my bag and go to the gym.

— I can drive you. — |'|| walk to the gym.

You don't need to drive me.

— Come with me. — No, I need my gym bag.

Omar, |'m running late. I have to go to the gym.

— Let's go, then. — No.

— Omar, no. |'m late. — Get in.

— Police! — Hey, what's up?

— Are you OK? — Yes.

— What's your name? — Silje.

— Last name? — Caspersen.

Do you have any ID?

— Seen Jergen Andersen recently? — I don't know who that is.

What are you doing to my car? Hey!

Take it easy. Stand still when the police is here.

I can't find anything.

What are you looking for? A Paki to jerk around?

— Stand up. — Where is it?

— I don't know. There. — Thanks.

— Do you have to look in her bag? — Easy.

— Date of birth? — April 16th.

— What year? — 1992.

— Open the trunk. — Have we done anything wrong?

— Are you his girlfriend? — Yes.

— For a long time? — Yes.

— Do you have her personal data? — Yes. Silje Caspersen.

That's all we need. You can close it now.

Are you still working for your dad?

What did you pay for this one?

— Do you want my name too? — I know who you are.

Aren't you Omar?

Bye, Silje. Bye, Omar. Have a nice evening.

Those fags don't have anything better to do.

' "Fags? ~ Hey.

You could see that dyke just wanted to feel you up.

Hey!

Push, push, push.

Come on.

One more. Great.

Let's go.

And the last one.

The last one. Let's go.

UP. up, up. Great!

Great.

Hey guys, look at this photo.

|t's a Pakistani girl who came to my job today.

— Isn't that... — Rishib's sister.

She's pregnant with a white boy.

— They're all whores. — That's her.

Sluts of the Grorud Valley. Everybody's fucked them.

— Her father must be proud. — Look who it is. Always too late.

— Hey! ' MY Place or yours?

Khuram, hurry up. You're 30 minutes too late.

Did you start already? You couldn't wait?

Remember Rishib from the Grorud Valley?

I was working as a guard at Volvat.

A Pakistani woman fainted. The doctor asked if anyone spoke Punjabi.

When I got there, there was a girl who spoke Punjabi.

She was pregnant with a Norwegian guy. She ran off when she saw me.

I got footage of her from the surveillance room.

— Look at her face. Rishib's sister? — Yeah, that's her.

Those sisters are sluts. All of them.

— Can I have a look? — She's pretty.

That's not Rishib's sister.

Omar, careful who you call a slut.

— How does he know my name? — Who the hell is he?

|t's a friend of mine. |'|| check it out.

— How does he know my name? — I don't know who he is.

He thinks he's a real gangster.

— Is it smart to talk about it? — Just tell me.

I went to school with her for nine years. I remember her.

— Are you kidding? — No, just look at the photo.

Good job.

Take off 15 kilos, please.

— What's up? — Just forget it.

— What did he say? — Just forget it.

— Just forget it. — Come here.

Tell me what he said.

— Forget it. — Wait here.

— I know him from before. — Are you my or his cousin?

We'll talk later. Too many people here.

— Let's not talk here. — Say it in Punjabi.

|t's nothing.

Otherwise I would have said it.

— Then tell me what it is. — Ask him yourself.

— I talked to him, it's nothing. — What did he say?

— Tell me! — |t's Amina.

That's not possible.

— She died nine years ago. — He went to school with her.

— What does he know? — He saw the photo.

— So what? — He went to school with her.

— |t's your sister. — He's full of shit.

That's my cousin Amina, your sister.

I recognized her from the photo. Go look for yourself.

Dad? Who's this?

I don't know.

Khuram's saying it's Amina. |t's from Volvat Medical Center.

— What do you want? — The truth.

Dad, tell me what happened nine years ago.

She ran off from her wedding.

— Where did she go? — Norway's embassy in Islamabad.

— Why? — To get protection.

— What happened? — They sent her back to Norway.

To the Department of Children's Services.

Didn't you try to see her?

— I went to her friend Trine. — What did she have to say?

— She called the police. — What did they tell you?

— What did the police do? — They arrested me on the spot.

— You tried to find your daughter. — They thought I wanted to kill her.

I thought you had killed her.

— Did I say that I killed her? — You allowed me to believe it.

|'ve believed it for nine years. You've never denied it.

Dad, do you recognize her?

This doesn't look like my daughter.

You know the girl who supposedly was killed?

Yes, |'ve heard about her.

I said it before, it's nonsense.

“We've killed her.” It's a lie. I told you so.

I thought it was true, but now she's turned up again.

I told you she was alive. They're full of crap.

I thought they had killed her. I thought it was true, but...

It's normal to believe what people say.

The Khan family are liars.

They spread rumors about having killed her just to get respect.

Mr. Abbas.

The lie you told a few years back -

- is now the reason I have to hide in shame.

Why did you have to lie?

Khan, my brother, I never said anything.

People only assumed that I told that lie.

What sort of respect would the truth have brought me?

What sort of respect do you get now?

My own people have lost their respect for me.

I don't even have my sister's respect.

Now I don't know what to do.

How can I show my face?

Just tell me what the solution is.

As-salamu alaykum.

— As-salamu alaykum, big brother. — Wa alaykumu salam.

— How are you? — |'m fine, uncle.

Shall we go out?

Bring us something to drink.

What I feared has come true. The whole family has lost face.

|t's your fault that this is happening.

Are you blaming me as well?

It's all your fault!

When their mother died I never remarried.

If you had taken care of the kids, none of this would have happened.

Who'll take responsibility for the hell that's broken loose now?

|'ve done everything for my children. |'ve performed all my duties.

— Let's go. — Come here, the both of you. Sit.

I know what you're up to.

I know what you're doing.

What have we done wrong? We buy and sell cars.

Shut up! I know what you're doing.

You too.

This is a family problem.

The shame that has befallen our family will be removed by our family.

— Do you understand me? — Yes, brother.

Do you understand me, boys?

All right, dad. We'll fix it.

|'|| find her. I promise to fix it.

Not just find her. Amina has to die.

Yes.

— Do you understand it as well? — Yes, dad.

We'll fix it.

— Are you OK? — Yeah. What about you?

I'm fine, but it's crazy busy at school now.

I don't really understand what I'm doing.

|t's so difficult.

— Copy and paste. — I can't do that.

Why not?

|'|| be caught cheating.

But Omar?

Look here, I have something for you.

I have something for you.

Can we put it... I'm happy for it, but...

Take a look at it first.

All right.

Thank you!

You're just too kind.

Thank you.

— Do I look good with it? — Yes. |t's the right color?

Yes. Now I feel really bad, but...

— Do you hang with the cops much? — No.

No? It looks like it.

— It was a routine check. — They knew you.

And then we both went to the gym. It happens.

Omar, I could tell that they knew you.

I understand it if it feels unpleasant, but...

— It happens. What was bad about it? — |t's never happened to me before.

To be stopped by the cops.

I didn't like telling them my name. I don't want to end up in a database.

— You're not. — They registered my name.

That's if something should happen to you.

|t's never happened to me before, and I thought it was creepy.

I feel that you're hiding something from me.

I'm not.

You and they knew something that I didn't. I could tell.

I don't understand why they should stop us. Why did they do that?

I'm from the Grorud Valley.

My car's worth a million kroner. Of course they stop me.

Maybe it's unusual in your lily-white world, but it happens to me.

Because I'm Pakistani. Or dark-skinned.

I don't know.

|t's just unusual and new to me.

But if you think that's the reason, then...

It's really bad. I don't want it to be like that.

No.

But...

Then I know that it's like that.

— Yeah. — OK.

Sorry for being a jerk. This is just all very new to me.

OK?

I'm sorry, I just...

I was scared.

Can you do me a favor?

You just have to deliver a letter. No big deal.

— To whom? — Robert's Pakistani girlfriend.

Her brothers are freaking out. Don't know why.

Her brothers are out to get him, and...

He's not sure if they're out to get her. Trine is her best friend.

You have to give the letter to her.

Say that it's for Amina. |t's from Robert.

— Who's Amina? — Robert's girlfriend.

OK, fine.

You have to confirm that Amina has received the letter.

If she asks, just say that Robert gave it to you.

Don't tell her anything else, she'll only get worried.

|'|| just say, “Hi, this is from Robert”?

“|t's a letter for Amina.”

If she asks, tell her it's from Robert.

Don't say anything else. And don't open it.

I don't know what it says. |t's for Amina, and we must respect that.

Great.

— Thank you. — You're welcome.

What's up, boys?

Your phone.

— What's up? — Forgot to work out your legs?

Get the cash.

— What happened to the snitch Jmrgen? — Tell us.

Don't worry about him anymore.

— Are you worried? — Yes.

— Why? — Jmrgen was one of yours.

— You can't control your people. — I've fixed it.

You have no control. Bullshit.

Didn't you hear me? Do you want your money or not?

Are you sure that damn sisterfucker is dead?

He didn't stand up to shake my hand when I left him.

Fa rooq?

Relax, man. What the fuck?

— Is he dead or not? — Tell us.

Do I have to spell it out?

He is dead.

You can get a new load at the factory.

Get lost before I stab you.

That fat cunt should've spent the drug money on weight loss surgery.

That fat cocksucker.

— Fuck! — He deserves a cap in his ass.

— Is the weed any good? — |t's OK.

He's given us shit lately.

He's only got crap. His weed is crap.

You think the honkies will mind?

Honkies can't tell ass from pussy.

We ought to start selling coke.

We'll get too much grief from the fucking Arabs.

You ought to put make-up on that fat pig Amir and shove a cock up his ass.

“Is easy.

I shot a guy once, and slept like a baby afterwards.

You just have to shoot.

— Do you think |'m a sissy? — Just shoot, then.

Finally you've done something good.

— At least it works. — Of course.

Open fire at five meters. Then you'll see how cool it is.

How will you find the bitch?

A girlfriend of mine is looking for her now.

Oh yeah, your fuck buddy.

— Are we done here? — Yeah.

Hello, boys.

Hi!

You can't wear this! You'll have to change clothes.

You can wear that blue shirt of yours from the closet.

You can't visit my friends wearing that gangster outfit.

You're sweet, but...

What happened at Trine's? Did you deliver it?

Nope.

The girl who was there knew nothing. She started asking me questions.

— What did she ask you about? — Who I was.

— Did you deliver it? — No.

— Didn't she take it? — No.

— Did she say if Amina was there? — She didn't know who it was.

Had she been there? Did she tell you anything?

You're so cute when you're angry. Come on.

Stop it.

— We're going to the birthday party. — |'m too tired.

Go and check over there.

Khuram, it's here.

Hello?

NO! Ow!

— Let me go! — Sit down.

Nine years ago there was a girl at your school. Amina.

Pakistani girl, 16 years old.

She didn't come back after Christmas.

I recognize you. You're her brother.

You know if anyone disappears.

I was told back then that she wasn't coming back.

Who from the DCS informed you?

I can't remember that from nine years back.

Let me go, damn it!

Your grandson?

— How old is he? — Nine years old.

Wouldn't it be sad if he was hit by a car or a bus?

Don't you dare touch him!

Sit down, and stay seated.

|'|| try to remember, |'|| try to remember, -

- but it's a long time ago.

I'm not sure... His name was Thomas Viks...

— Look him up. — Viksveen.

Thomas Viksveen. Yes, that was it.

Did you get that? Two E's.

What's he doing now?

— I answered your question. — Take it easy.

It checks out. Thomas Viksveen. Oslo Department of Children's Services.

No sign of life.

Doing time, but he's got cash on the outside. What did he get? 18 years?

He'll be out when he's 65. Lot of good that money will do then.

It makes no fucking sense.

Better to quit when you're ahead.

— Did you bring your lunch boxes? — Yes.

Good. I would have forgot.

— Both of you? — Yes.

Ready?

Walk around the back.

If I pick you up at...

— Hi, Thomas! — Hi.

Can I have a word with you?

Do we know each other? I've...

Go back inside, girls.

Take the keys.

Go straight inside.

Hi, girls. Do you want to throw snowballs?

Tiril, take Sara inside, and then |'|| follow you.

We'll be right here. We're just throwing snowballs.

I'm here to talk about your job.

— Grorud Valley DCS. — I used to work there, yes.

You worked there in 2005.

Yes, that's correct.

You dealt with a Pakistani girl. Amina Hamid.

— Sara... — Come here.

|'m in a hurry, and you don't want to piss me off.

Amid Hamid, 16 years old, 2005, Christmas break.

She went on a vacation with her family to Pakistan.

Where is she?

— Well, |'ve... — Look at me.

— |'ve... — Tell me where she is, and |'|| go.

I can't remember that name. 2005, you said? Let me think...

— 2005, and she was 16? — Yes.

Then she's 25 now. The DCS follow-up care...

That ends when you're 23.

None of us from back then know anything about this right now.

Answer my question. Where is she?

I'm bound to observe professional secrecy.

Everybody knows this.

You're mumbling. What does everybody know?

Get to the fucking point. Where is she?

I don't know. I really can't say.

— But everybody knows... — That...?

That people in such situations get placed in juvenile institutions.

— Placed where? — We work with several institutions.

— Tell me.

— Lier is one such place. — Lier.

Lier is a municipality that we work with.

Yes, but this is just general information.

Then give me something specific.

Don't move. We'll stand closer.

— We're standing here talking. — I understand the situation.

Bekkheim is one of these institutions.

This is not a breach of secrecy.

It's general information. That's all I'm saying.

Bekkheim in Lier municipality?

— Is an institution we work with. — Right.

— Come here. — |'m fine.

If you call the cops, he'll visit you.

He'll bring some gasoline.

He'll walk around your house. You get my drift?

Maybe at night, when you all are asleep.

If I find out that you haven't told me anything, -

- he'll do the same thing.

You'll forget about this.

When I'm gone, you'll forget it. You've never seen me.

Now smile and shake my hand.

Let's go, Khuram.

Come here. No, just stay there.

— What happened? — We're going to Lier.

— Was he nice? — Yes.

— He was good at throwing snowballs. — Let's go to the car.

There are more houses now.

— Is it still far to go? — A bit, yeah.

Stay back when we get there.

If I tell you to come over, you act all crazy.

— You get me? — Yeah.

Don't attack anyone. Then they'll call the cops for sure.

What if that sisterfucker called the cops, so that they're waiting for us?

— Have we done anything illegal? — You've got guns in the car.

Why should they stop me?

I case that fucker called the cops.

Aren't you able to smell the pigs miles away?

They are waiting.

— You think so? — |'m 110 percent sure.

And when they see two darkies in a crappy old car...

Don't you ever shut up?

What's wrong with you, man?

I don't get why you're going there.

I don't know why you trust that old fart.

Who should we ask? Do you have any better suggestions?

You could have brought him along.

— Kidnap the guy? Sure, that's better. — Then he couldn't call the cops.

Not later either? Is it close?

I think it's that yellow house over there.

Yeah, looks like it.

— It has to be here. — Yeah.

|t's a school or something. This can't be it.

|t's the wrong place.

— Everything looks the same out here. — |t's over there.

— That red, ugly thing? — Yep.

There's a car behind it.

Looks like an unmarked car.

|'|| check the license plates on 2282.

Did you get anything?

Buskerud Police District. What did I tell you?

That faggot must have called them.

— We'll drive back to the school. — The same way?

If she lived here, she went to that school.

What if the cops saw us?

They see a Volvo in a schoolyard. Classic soccer morn.

We don't look like moms.

They can't see our faces when we drive in there.

The way you look after smoking all that shit, you stay here.

You can't go inside when you're stoned.

Anne Jensen.

The most common name ever.

Did you find anything?

No, just a bunch of white women.

It's fucking useless.

Search for “maths” or something. She's supposed to be so smart.

Look at this.

“Doctoral thesis”.

Isn't this a photo of her?

Yes.

It looks a lot like the photo I saw at the school.

It has to be her.

Kim Hagen at NTNU, it says.

He and she wrote it together.

— In Trondheim? — That's what it says.

— Should we call him? — Then we'll just scare him away.

He could lie or refuse to talk.

Let's just go to him.

Did she run off because of some guy?

I think she was seeing some white fuck buddy.

— But |'m not sure. — Did they run off?

She was fucking 16.

She was 16, but I don't think she ran off with him.

I only heard that Amina was dead.

Me too.

— Uncle Abbas: Have you found Amina? — Who is it?

Nobody.

Khuram: Yes, on the way to Tr.heim

Uncle Abbas: I trust you'll keep an eye on things

Even little white kids talk back nowadays. It's embarrassing.

We'll fix her when we find her.

It wasn't easy for her. She had a white fuck buddy.

If she had gone home, she would've been shot.

Why do we have to drive in this shitty country in this gay car?

What if someone sees us driving this piece of shit?

— It would've been easier to fly. — That leaves electronic footprints.

We're not the only Pakis going there. Some are probably living up there.

They'll see the connection when her brother and her cousin show up.

Do you think the SAS people know that we're going to kill Amina?

Now we're not leaving electronic footprints. Not in the toll booths.

I don't know who the owner is.

|t's worth 7-8 hours in slow-moving traffic?

Better to waste 7-8 hours than spend 14 years in prison.

— 14 years for going to Trondheim? — For killing her.

How's your reception?

Good. I use Telenor. Forget the crap that you're using.

Who's that?

— |t's that fucking slut from Lofoten. — What slut?

- Emilie91. — From the gym?

She's the mother of all sluts.

Everybody's fucked her. Yeah, the one from Snapchat.

— Is anyone following us? — Don't think so. Just go.

Let me in, you fucking sisterfucker.

— Is that a chicken hot dog? — Who cares, it's tasty.

— That's pork. You'll burn in hell. — You're pork.

“Is whore food, you know that'?

— It said chicken hot dog. — Are you sure it said chicken?

— It said chicken. — You can't trust the whiteys.

— |t's haram. — Look where you're driving.

I don't fucking know the streets of Trondheim.

Who cares if she's hot or ugly?

You fuck them hard. They'll always be back for more.

Like that slut Emilie. Decent women are boring.

Making dinners, crying, sending good night texts.

Sluts are easy to deal with. Happy endings, no hard feelings.

— Fuck and forget? — Yeah, fuck and forget.

You don't have to deal with the drama. They're high class whores.

Are you sure they're not special bargain whores?

— |'ve seen your whores. — Just 'cause you don't get any pussy.

Go to sleep.

Hi, I'm looking for Kim Hagen.

That's me.

Then I must say hello.

My name is Salman Khan.

I'm looking for Anne Jensen.

— Anne Jensen? — Yes.

She's not here now.

The two of you worked together here at NTNU.

But that's a long time ago. At least three years.

— So she doesn't work here anymore? — No, not now.

Do you know where I can find her? Did she quit?

No... And her name isn't Jensen anymore, it's Nerhagen.

She got married.

Anne Nerhagen. That explains why I couldn't find her number.

— Thanks for your help. — You're welcome.

BYE. bye.

How well do you really know Anne?

How well I know Anne?

She was my assistant on my doctoral thesis.

We worked closely then, of course.

But I haven't seen her in three years.

— Do you know where I can find her? — She went to the US.

She studied at MIT. Norway wasn't big enough.

She always was smart. That's what they said at school.

I would say that she was the best one we've ever had here.

That's why she went to MIT, and then on to NASA.

To NASA?

— Impressive. — We're very proud of her.

You went to school with her at...?

I was a few years behind her. I remember her photo in the hallway.

It said she was incredibly talented, especially in maths.

|'|| try to find her. Maybe I can get in here one day.

— You said she got married? — Yes.

Was that a long time ago? I haven't seen her in four years.

She married three years ago with that dentist Torfinn.

They have a kid.

Can you see anything through those things?

— Why are you dressed like a fag? — I got her address.

Couldn't you find anything better?

— Where's the car? — Out back.

|t's important that no one sees it.

We'll get gas on the way.

— What the fuck do we need gas for? — For burning the house down.

Why?

To get this over with. I'm sick and tired of it now.

We go in, shoot her and leave.

— What about the others? — What do you mean?

We have to get the others there as well.

— Are you stupid? — Do you want those brats to live?

We go in and shoot her. We don't kill kids.

Filthy children your sister had with some fuck.

_ Shut ' No!

|'|| burn the house down and get it over with.

Silje: ls everything OK? I get scared when you don't reply. Love you! XOXOXO

Hi baby. Sorry I'm so busy. Lot's of stuff going on.

Would have loved to tell you everything, but

Omar!

Isn't this you?

It's the same fucking photo as in your dad's home.

Why is there a photo of you in the whore son's room?

The Eliassen family invites Torfinn and Anne to our baptism party.

Uncle Abbas: What's going on?

Khuram: Nobody was home. Amina is in Oslo. She's going to a baptism Sunday.

But I think Omar has just given up. He's completely out of it.

Uncle Abbas: Come to Oslo. |'|| talk to him.

Can't you say it yourself?

So what if it's the health department?

You want me to clean it for you?

Shame on you. Don't bother me with your little problems.

OK, just take care of it.

Why did you ask me to come here?

Do you want me to help you?

Do you want me to do anything?

OK, fine.

Listen to me!

Don't you have any honor?

You can't do shit!

Shame on you!

A disrespectful heart beats in that big chest of yours.

What's up, little boys?

You know the drill.

— Your phone. — Don't be slow, give me your phone.

Put them in the fridge.

— Working out, I see. — Maybe you should do it too.

Give me the money.

You've got a big mouth.

— Boss. — Count the money.

— Now? — Yeah.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Hey!

— We're just double checking. — Why?

|'ve always delivered the full amount.

|'ve always delivered the full amount, right?

I have to be able to trust you.

— Why don't you trust me? — Hey!

— Stand back. — Don't touch him.

What's wrong?

— Everything OK? — What's the matter?

I've always delivered.

I'm a businessman. I have to check if you lie when you deliver my cash.

I know about the snitch. He's at the hospital.

|'ve delivered your money every time. I thought that was enough.

— You lied to me about Jmrgen. — I didn't lie, he got lucky.

You don't get it.

What else are you lying about?

— Have I lied before? — You and your father lied.

What's my father got to do with this?

Your father has lied for years, and now I'm supposed to trust you.

— What's my father got to with this? — Like father like son.

If he's a pussy, then his son is one too.

Or what?

You're doing business with me, not my father.

Stay back.

|t's just business.

|t's not personal. You've got a bad temper, Omar.

Here you go.

Hold this.

Wait here for two minutes. We'll be right back.

Sit down, |'|| talk to him.

— Hurry up. — |t'|| only take two minutes.

Wow, you're on time.

Hold this, he's paranoid.

He's just paranoid. |'|| be right back.

Just between you and me, Omar, what happened last week?

There was a leak.

Leaks are bad.

Word on the street is you're too naive for the business.

|'ve done this a few years.

Lucky you. I've been doing it for 20 years.

Hang on a sec.

— Give me a couple bags. — Easy.

Hurry up. Are they stuck to your balls, or what?

You'll get a kilo of this for free.

What part of what I just told you didn't you get?

Forget the snitch. He's finished.

Knut, think about the money.

If half the city say you can't be trusted, I have to deal with that.

You and me are no more.

Get out.

Let's go.

Are you blind, or what?

— Wipe up that dressing. — Relax, we're eating kebab.

— Chill out, Bollywood. — Watch your mouth!

— Don't touch me. — Fuck that cocksucker.

— Did I ask you to touch me? — Forget this shit.

“Uh, uh, motherfucker!”

— Give me the piece. — Is that so smart?

Fuck that, just give it to me.

Careful.

Wow, bro!

— Brother! — You're not so tough now!

Are you crazy? I was joking around!

— Bro, I... — What did you say to me?

It was just a joke. We're brothers, man.

— Where's Omar? — He's in there. Wait here.

Keep a lookout.

Are you crazy?

We're brothers! Are you crazy?

Don't you have any balls? Are you a pussy?

Should I kill him over a kebab?

Khuram.

Fuck you!

Let me go!

— Relax! — Fuck!

Can't you do anything?

Don't you have the balls for this?

That's why I called your dad and said you couldn't hack it.

— Did you call dad? — Yes. What are you gonna do about it?

— Go to hell. — Fuck you, and fuck him!

Fuck the both of you!

— What happened? — Let's go.

Fuck him, we're going.

Shut up!

Do we have to wait here for long?

9O minutes. I'm not waiting that long.

Yeah, can you handle it?

Yes, Bayzad.

I need four.

And I need them tonight.

One with big boobs, and one...

The last one is for Farooq, so I don't really care.

About 9O minutes? Yes, at my place.

No, the one at Sofienberg.

OK, but don't fuck up my order.

Hey, fatso!

Who's the pussy now?

Fuck!

— Get behind the car. — Get to safety.

Get into the car!

— Where is he? — I think you got him, boss.

Look over there.

Boss!

— Wow! — Fuck!

— Get him! — |'m on it!

I couldn't find him.

— Can I help you? — |'m meeting a friend.

— What was that? — |'m meeting a friend.

I didn't see anyone come through, so I reckon you should just go.

He'll be here any minute.

I'm sick of this shit, you guys coming in here. Get out!

What right have you got to throw me out?

— You don't have the right. — I can cast you out. Off you go.

— What's that in your hand? — |t's a cigarette.

— Smells good. — That's it.

I'm calling these cops. Do you hear those sirens?

Listen, shut the fuck up.

You shut the fuck up!

Take this. Be quiet.

Just shut up for ten seconds.

Let's have a look.

Let me tell you why she's a psycho bitch.

We've been separated for five years now.

I get her one day a week.

After three years I requested an extra day -

- so that I could take her to school on Monday morning.

She's gonna know that I was always there for her.

I never abandoned her.

Her morn poisons my name all the time.

She's gonna know that I was there.

I'm not trying to make myself out to be some kind of a saint.

Sofie's gonna know that I was there for her. That I never abandoned her.

I could have taken an easier way out, I suppose.

I don't have a choice. She's my daughter. Of course I'm gonna stay.

She's part of me. She's blood.

What's that sound?

I don't know. |t's in your head, dude.

It's beeping like hell now.

Seeping?

— Yeah, like beep-beep. — Yeah, I hear you.

The buns! Fuck!

Hi, can I hang out here a bit longer?

But...

You really shouldn't run.

Yo mate, can you hook me up?

Yeah.

What's your number?

It's 9437...

Silje, don't ever leave me.

— Of course I won't leave you. — No matter what?

I promise.

Silje?

— What is it? — You're so...

...lovely.

Did you wake me just to tell me that?

Never mind.

Go back to sleep.

What was it you wanted to tell me?

Nothing.

Why are YOU getting up now?

I'm going outside. I can't get any sleep.

Can't you just stay here?

Won't you stay here with me?

You know that I love you, Silje?

Why do you say it like that?

I have to go away for a while.

Why?

|'|| see you.

Omar, no. Don't joke about this.

— Do you have to leave me? — Please don't ask.

What are you doing?

I can't stand laying here awake.

— Why can't you stand that? — Do I have to explain everything?

Yes, because you don't explain anything nowadays.

— Don't you see that? — No.

You're putting on a blue, ironed shirt at five in the morning.

That's all I had left here.

— What about what you wore yesterday? — It still reeks of booze and sweat.

— We're a bit late. — Come on.

Lars.

Everybody's here.

— We're all waiting for you. — Sorry.

— Are you OK, Caro? — Yes. Everything's ready.

— We have to hurry. — Yes.

— Do you want me to take that? — Yes.

I think everybody's here now, -

- so let's say hello to each other.

Sorry for the delay. The traffic was slow.

Go inside, Lars. Do you have your shoes?

Please, step inside.

Just go through the hallway. We're going to the dining room at the end.

— There you go. — Wasn't it a nice baptism?

- Right? - Yes.

Get your hair in shape.

Go on ahead of me. I just need to use the restroom again.

Hurry UP-

Let's run and find the others.

Get in there.

Don't you recognize your own brother?

Why the hell did you come back?

Omar, don't you remember the two of us?

Shut up. Sit down.

I said, sit down!

I asked why you're back in town.

|'m going, Omar.

OK?

No, you won't remain here.

Do you really want to do this?

It doesn't matter what I want.

— Yes, it does. — I do what the family wants.

What the family wants. But what do you want?

Do you know what it's been like for us since you came back to Oslo?

Do you know what it's been like for me since I was 16? I was all alone.

What about Silje?

Don't you love her?

Do you think you'll be allowed to marry her?

— How do you know about her? — Trine told me.

Don't pretend that you care. What's your deal?

I lost everything.

I started all over again, and you're here to ruin that.

You're pregnant with a fucking honky.

|t's your nephew.

I have no family left.

No father, no mother. My child doesn't have any grandparents.

What if the kids could have an uncle?

I'm trying to survive.

Girls who marry men chosen by their families, they survive.

But they're not alone.

I don't remember you like this.

I remember you when you were young.

The two of us playing.

Don't you remember climbing into my bed every time you had nightmares?

— You should have obeyed your family. — I don't recognize you at all.

Don't show yourself here again.

Dad?

Don't call me dad.

Why did you rub salt in the wounds I had kept hidden for nine years?

Dad, what are you doing?

— Omar, step aside. — What are you doing?

— I can't let her get away. — Put it down.

I said, move!

— This isn't right. — I won't let her get away.

My girlfriend is Norwegian. What's the difference?

Were you never in love with a Norwegian?

|'ve never done anything like that.

Are you going to kill us both?

Let her live her life. We have lives of our own.

Shoot me, then.

Omar, don't get in my way.

Dad.

God damn it, Omar. You've lost all honor.

You and that whore can both fuck off!

You have no shame!

She's been dead to me for nine years.

From now on you're dead to me as well.

DO you get it?

Omar, you're dead! You're dead! Sisterfucker!