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Memoirs
of Thordur Ágústsson

Why this sudden love
of the truth?

Since I'm writing this bullshit,

what's the sense in lying?

Is that why you've called the
children back all of a sudden?

They're entitled to find out
before anyone else.

Charles de Gaulle Airport.
We're in a hurry.

They'll have to twiddle
their thumbs for a living.

They're old now,
you know.

Good job they're
being paid to stop.

Assholes!
Look beyond the present!

If we all thought that way,

we'd end up in Brussels.

Why live in Iceland
if it isn't economically viable?

What'll they do
once they've chopped up their boats

and sold the village's quotas?

- They can't eat their Jeeps!
- The world's changing.

People want better
work for their kids.

In Europe,
there are millions on the dole.

Here, everyone has a job.

Here comes the Hamar,
filled to the gunwales.

Bloody Mangi
doesn't waste time.

200 tons, at least.

The cook's taking a leak!

Isn't that Hrodmar?

You recognize him
from here?

You bet. He's had kids
with three of my friends.

A nice guy.

Don't blow it so hard.
The mucus blocks your sinuses.

- Says who?
- Axel, the doctor.

Is he sober now?

- I have to listen to you snore.
- Sleep, then you won't hear me.

Bloody hell!

This place is like
an international airport.

- Hello, Dad.
- What do you want?

Haraldur and I have checked
the accounts.

They're not looking good.

A unit this size
can't be cost-effective.

To be competitive on a global level,
we must merge.

If we do that,
fishing and processing

will start to become profitable.

Nothing's for sale here.
Neither me, nor the company.

Consider the offer, Dad,
before turning it down.

When hell freezes over!

You've got quotas from 30 fishermen.
This place dies without us.

- We want to make it work.
- Rubbish!

You want to do processing
on board the boats.

- No more fish here.
- Dad, that's progress.

Progress in the wrong
bloody direction, you dickheads!

All you're doing is laying waste
to everything around you.

Shit! What a fucking mess!

I don't like the look of it.

I don't like
the look of it at all!

- The look of what?
- What does he want from us?

- Maybe he'll send us a bill.
- I don't owe him a thing.

Why do you let them buy up
the fishing quotas?

What else can I do?
Go out and kill them?

The days of the sagas are over.

We can't compete
with the rich guys.

They started out with nothing.

Not like you.

They have factory trawlers.

You refused to invest in one.

Hundreds of people on land
would have been out of a job.

And so I'm stuck with 100
unproductive, rheumatic geriatrics.

Factory trawlers
throw half the catch away.

It's criminal.

They reckon dead fish
grow in the sea?

What's Mangi's rusty tub
doing at our quay?

We're buying his catch.

We don't buy fish from Mangi.

What has he done
to you anyway?

None of your business.

That's childish, Dad.
The factory needs fish.

I don't care if you hate him.

I refuse to let you buy
a single tail from Mangi!

You hear me?

The tub was filled
to the gunwales and...

Hi, Thordur.
How's the fishing?

Mind your own bloody
business, Mangi.

And leave the women alone.

You've nothing
to offer them anyway.

Don't worry about him.
You know him.

If someone else catches fish,
he gets depressed.

They say you're selling
the whole business

and moving to a retirement home
in the city.

- Go on believing those lies.
- They say there's an indoor pool,

a sauna, a massage parlor,
a manicurist and a pedicurist.

They call it Pedicure Paradise.

You'll be like
a pig in clover

with all the other
shipowners.

Handy for the hospital

and just a stone's throw

from the graveyard.

What the hell's
mother doing here?

Maria, try to take her home.

- Bye, Thordur. Bye, Mom.
- Goodbye, dear.

Send that old bag to the plant.

She's perfectly fit,
she just refuses to die.

Hello, Kata.
What are you buying?

Were you told
to spy on me?

Your feet are soaking.

Mind your own business.

- Where's the cognac?
- What brand?

The best.

I can't wait to see them.

- Who's coming?
- Thordur's kids.

I haven't seen Ágúst for two years.
I can't wait.

Where has he been?

He went to France years ago.

To study business,
remember?

Why are people always
on the bloody move?

Don't they get enough
to eat here?

No smoking in here.

Want me to get you fired?

I started smoking
too late in life.

The biggest mistake
I ever made.

Let me get a few ciggies in
before I die, okay?

What a great view!

What the hell's going on?

I want to get away!
Right now!

Stop it, Áslaug.
There's no sense in this.

Everyone's staring at me. Why?
Why do they keep staring?

Isn't that
what you're after?

You're done up
like a Christmas tree.

Get out! I hate you!

What's wrong, Áslaug?

When will you get
the fucking money?

I've done all I can.

The old man just won't sell.

You'll miss the boat,
as usual.

Are you going
to bankrupt us?

No, Áslaug,
don't start that again, please.

Don't touch me!

After three stays in detox,
you're a joke.

Shut it, Haraldur,
limp dick!

Why are you going
around barefoot?

I'm not like the other oldies.
My feet are always boiling hot.

Put your socks on
before the guests arrive.

Put them on!

- She can't hear you.
- She hears what she wants.

Kristin's never felt happy
in this house.

- Only natural, it's not hers.
- Why isn't it her house?

It was built for her sister.

Mom and I have lived here
over 20 years.

It's like these buggers
never work,

they just spend all day
killing each other.

Then they get down
on all fours

and start wailing like wimps.

They should send them to sea
and make real men of them.

Forgive me.

We have to stand together.

We'll pull through,
won't we?

Let's try to be nice
to each other.

Kristin will have
to give us collateral.

The house is in her name.

She's bound to help.
She adores you.

Putting up collateral
won't kill her.

We have to get the old man
to move to Reykjavik.

He'll only ever go feet first.

I won't end my days
in this dump.

What do you need, Áslaug?
Tell me one thing!

What I need?

Guess!

You haven't got a clue
what I need?

No, I don't have
the foggiest idea.

You'll never understand
a thing.

Can't you see we're fucked?

Can I have the car keys?

What are you tarted up for?

- I'm picking up Ágúst.
- The bus isn't good enough?

Come on, give me the keys.

There's no need
to dress like a slut.

I've made myself pretty
for Ágúst.

Open the garage door
before you back out.

Thanks for giving me
the dirty jobs.

Hello.

- What's new?
- Not a lot.

She's put up
the collateral for you?

Yes. Can we settle
everything now?

The documents must be stamped.
It can take some time.

I need that money.

I know you do.

I'm doing something
for the village.

We'll try to move it along.

This stays between us,
okay?

Kristin's doing us a favor.
It's nothing to do with Thordur.

I understand.

Will you reopen
my account, then?

As soon as I can.

But loan repayments
take priority.

That's our procedure here.

Your wife...

how's she doing?

Hulda?

She's fine,
as far as I know.

Driver's license.

I left it in my overalls.
Sorry.

Car registration papers.

Bóbó, I'm going to be late.

I don't know
where the damn papers are.

This car hasn't been inspected
for two years.

I ought to remove
the license plates.

What would Thordur say?

- He doesn't run the police.
- Are you sure?

Besides, you were speeding.

Okay, one.

Both.

But no touching!

Cut it out! Stop!

I said no touching,
you creep!

- Hi, you old bastard.
- Where did you get those tits?

These?

They're organically grown.

- Don't you like them?
- Made in Iceland, you bet!

She'll end up
killing someone.

We need to have a word
with the old man.

It's too late.
They say he's moving to the city.

Everything's going
to the dogs.

If Thordur's moving
to Reykjavik,

small fry like us
had better start packing too.

Is that bloody ram back?

Didn't you take it
up the mountain?

Damn it, that does it!

Hello, Kristin.
Good to see you.

You're as elegant as ever.

- And you're as charming.
- You're too good for Dad.

You got the sweater?

It saved my life in France.
The cold is colder there.

All this bloody racket...
can't people get some sleep here?

Hello, Grandma.

Hello, you little bastard.
Where have you been?

In France, Grandma.

Aren't the French
a load of wimps?

Didn't they let Hitler
walk all over them?

- Hitler's dead.
- Yes, so are the Jews.

The German
have changed.

True, they'll all be
Turks soon.

This is Françoise.
We live together.

She's pregnant.
By you?

She says she hopes so.

Hello, Dad.

How are you feeling?

There's nothing wrong with me
except bloody old age.

This is my girlfriend,
Françoise.

Now the toilet cisterns
are exploding.

What's in the cisterns?

Polluted gas
from the ground, stupid.

Outside of fish,
you know nothing.

Grandma's become
an ecologist.

No, the Green lot
are all assholes.

People who won't eat whale meat
don't deserve to live.

I'll get rid of the channels
the old bag watches all night long.

We should never
have come to the wilds

in the middle of winter.

I'd have rather
stayed at home.

Shut up, Morten.

- Why?
- You're boring us shitless.

Thanks for the money
you sent for my studies, Dad.

Let's hope it'll be put
to some use.

Every ship needs a captain.

The people here
need a leader.

- You're here.
- I have one foot in the grave.

- What about Haraldur?
- Too soft.

You mean, he got seasick
when he went fishing?

Leaders need to be able
to swallow their own vomit.

When do you graduate?

There's something
I should have told you...

- There's work waiting here.
- It's about my studies.

I'm not meddling
in your studies.

And I have a girlfriend, Dad.

That's your business,
not mine.

We're expecting a baby.

Children can be as happy here
as anywhere else.

Dad, don't play deaf.
Françoise can't work here.

You want to let her
support you?

Or am I supposed
to keep giving you money?

No, definitely not.

Threatening a court case!
Because we moored at his quay.

He doesn't own it
any more than I do!

Is it true you kissed
my mother once?

At a dance,
in front of everyone?

Damn it, he can't bear
a grudge for years.

Do you think that's normal?

You shouldn't
have kissed her.

I have a boat full of herring.
What do I do with the load?

Land it with me.

I'll give you a good price.
After all, you liked my mother.

So there won't be
another write-up?

I'm the one who runs
this company.

We need
to restructure the firm.

Haraldur will answer to you.

In the long run, it wasn't me
paying for your studies,

but the workers in the plant

and the crews on the boats.

What do you think your mother
would have wanted you to do?

We have a debt to repay
to the people here, especially you.

It's their fishing quota,
not ours.

We're just here to manage it

for the people
and the community.

- I can't run a fishing business!
- Why the hell not?

- You started work at 10.
- I'm not the company's savior!

You can't be sure of that.

Ágúst, not many young men
get this kind of opportunity.

Make the most of it!

What are they saying?

Ágúst is probably after more money.
It's obvious.

Excuse me.

They're here.

- Yum, herring.
- It's not fit to eat.

It's fit for a king.

I ate bloody herring every day
when I was a kid.

That's what's
kept you young.

From New Year's
to the end of winter.

Dried fulmar,
pickled herring.

- And, Christ, did we fart!
- Grandma!

We had the shits
until summer.

We won't translate that.

Please, help yourselves.

- How are you studies going?
- Very well.

- Are you going to do a PhD?
- Yes.

- "Dr Ágúst"...impressive, huh?
- You just need to write reams

about something
totally insignificant.

Aren't you eating?

- Is there any money in that?
- Ask her, not me.

- Shut your mouth!
- Me?

Yes, you.

Please, have some more.

We'd like to know
why you've brought us back.

It's only natural.

I'm not going
to live forever.

You look pretty well,
all things considered.

Kristin, show her
to her room.

She's a real cutie.

She'll leave once she finds out
what you're like.

Weren't you
with a dancer before?

Not a dancer, Morten,

the whole company.

We come all this way
to eat this shit

from beyond the grave!

Is there any Coke?

Coke was invented
by the devil.

In hell, demons pour Coke
onto the parched gums of the damned.

Is this all there is?

Take the kid down
to the service station

- for a burger and fries.
- Me? Should I do that?

Yes, please.

Don't let your son and heir
die of hunger.

Who'll pay off your loans
when you go?

What have you
cooked up, Dad?

Are we getting
Mom's bequest?

You've had it, Ragnheidur.

Not as far as I know.

You spent 10 years
at film school in Poland

learning to make
nappy commercials.

You thought all that came free,
did you?

What's he planning, Kristin?
What's going on?

Have some more.

Make yourselves at home.

What do you say?

Come on, what do you say?

What do you say?

Is Haraldur
sorting it all out?

All what?

A large or small portion
of fries?

- Large or small?
- Large.

They sell their quotas,

then run off to the city
to play with a couple of billion.

Who's doing that?

You don't know
what they do with it?

They play the stock market
in Reykjavik.

Fried onions?

Coke?

Are you all right?

Yes, a Coke.

Family size, king size, big,
small bottle or can?

Are you back,
you bastard?

Fuck off out of here.

Go, or you're for the pot!

Fucking moron!

What do we do
about your father?

I've done what I can.

He owns the company.
I don't.

How about setting
the place on fire?

Are you well insured?

Do you know
a good doctor?

A doctor?

His mind's starting to go.

We could have him certified
if necessary.

Drastic measures
may be required.

How do your brother
and sister feel?

Could you get
their backing?

What are we talking about?

What we're talking about?

Well, you could call it...

a good commission.

Will you help me
stuff the goose?

Chop the fruit. Come on!

I'll get some potatoes
from the cellar.

Isn't that Bóbó?
Bóbó, as busy as ever.

He couldn't write his name
by the age of 12.

Why are you dressed
as a policeman?

He's switched
from gym teacher to policeman.

It's the same whistle, right?

And he can still go on

fondling the girls' tits
and the boys' willies.

And now he's getting
into sheep.

You know it's a ram, right?

Out with it, Haraldur!

Is it a disaster?

We're not bankrupt, no.

You and Dad have
no sense of business.

You plod on like cavemen,

running job creation schemes
for immigrants.

How much do you pay yourself
to stop quitting?

I've been working here since
I was 16! What have you two done?

You weren't fit
for anything else.

But you've feathered
your nest.

How much have you nicked?

Dad's not well,
neither physically nor mentally.

I wouldn't be
so sure of that.

He seems
clear-headed now,

but some days...

He keeps on giving orders
that make no sense.

People don't know
what to think.

All the same,
they respect him.

That's not respect,
it's servility.

When we invested
in the new boat,

he claimed his signature
was forged.

- And was it?
- Of course not!

Who could get away with that?

He's going senile, that's all.

That opens up
some possibilities.

I accept your offer.

I'll sort it out somehow.
You can count on me.

What a stink!

You stink of fish.

Is it true you hate men?

Women let men make fools of them,
don't they?

It's pretty common.

Know what I do at night?

I chew my way
through my quilt...

and then I wake up
covered with feathers!

Feel my heart.
It's bursting.

I love that bastard.

I love him!

Pizza.

Put it on
our granddad's account.

You're eating pizza
in the middle of the day?

- So what?
- We were starving.

- Where's your mother?
- Sloshed in bed.

That's enough pizza, okay?

The amount you order
is half my salary!

So what?

- Don't drown in Coke!
- Don't choke on your temper.

Why are you asleep
in the day?

Dad's asked us
over for dinner.

That's going to be fun!

Let's act like grown-ups
and try to get through it

without
disgracing ourselves.

What's happening, Kalli?
Where are all the fun people?

The place is
full of foreigners.

No one wants
to work in fish.

Just assholes like them.

They spend all night
over a cup of tea.

Too cheap to buy a beer.

I have to charge the same
for a tea-bag to make a living.

Is Haraldur diddling
the company?

He's in a good position to.

So you think he's stealing?

I said he's
in a good position to.

And who doesn't do it
if he's in a position to?

People always abuse a position
if they're in a position to abuse.

You're right!

Do you have jasmine tea?

Jasmine?

Fucking hell!

We're closed.

We're closed, kid.

That soup was fantastic!

The best lobster soup
I've ever tasted.

Thank you, Morten.

Cloudberry jam.

Here's to Thordur and Kristin!

You're not
saying much, Dad.

What do you want
to talk about, Ragnheidur?

The sea's in its place,
so are the mountains,

until the next landslide.

A high quota and immigrant workers
with no choice?

Stick to what you know.

Your ideas on women's rights
date from the Stone Age.

Why did you bring us
all the way out here?

Do herrings have a soul?

Has the last cod
just raised the white flag?

I'll say what I have to say
when the time is right.

The mountain's pregnant.

It will soon go into labor.

Excellent wine.

The meat isn't too dry?

You never know
how long a goose needs.

Some geese
don't need much time.

They're always ready.

You work magic
in the kitchen.

The sauce is delicious.

What's Mangi up to
these days?

He was landing fish
at our quay.

His wife's dead,
but life goes on.

Both his sons are at sea
and they're doing well.

Maybe you should have
screwed them instead, Ragnheidur.

She did.

In a hut by the beach.
We watched through a crack.

We didn't come here
to be insulted like this!

Calm down!

No one believes this clown.

Morten does.
His ears are bright red.

My ears?

Give me my cognac, Kristin.

You don't drink
cognac with goose.

What preserves a corpse best,
cognac or red wine?

Cognac, of course.

So give me cognac.

- It's wrong leaving what you love.
- What could I do?

Rot away here
like Haraldur?

You can't freeze love
like a gutted fish.

I swear, Maria...

I thought you'd change your mind
like people do when they grow up.

- No, I never change my mind.
- That's dangerous.

I love you, you bastard!

Sorry...

I wanted to see the cellar.

You've seen
the cellar, Morten.

Now fuck off!

"According
to my accountant,

you, my children,

have for some time
now exhausted

every rightful claim
to the estate I have administered

since your mother's death.

I have kept a register

of all the assets
that you have received from me.

And I've kept
all the receipts.

To ensure that the community's
resources and livelihood

remain in responsible hands,

I have taken measures
concerning the company

that will be announced
in due time."

You will get nothing from me.

Any claims in connection
with the estate...

will be against you.

An angel flew by.

Mother, perhaps.

The weather's turning bad,

the sea's getting rougher.

I don't give a fuck
about the weather.

I hate your country weather!

And I hate the people
even more!

I was buried alive
in this fucking weather for years!

When I went to bed,
there were black clouds over my bed.

We're not prisoners here.

We can go abroad
when we feel like it.

We're seven hours
from a London hotel room.

Wonderful! Pick the place
where you want to get bored.

What do you think
of these mountains, Áslaug?

Does it turn you on
having a landslide

- thrust up between your legs?
- Ragnheidur!

Ragnheidur starts to get nasty
when she drinks.

"Starts"?
She's always been that way.

We just wait till she calms down,
like stormy weather.

Shut up about
the fucking weather!

- Eat something, you prick!
- I'm not hungry.

Eat shit then.

Or shitty dried seabird
if you want.

You're getting blasted again?

Mind your own business!

- What are you looking for?
- My cigarettes.

Smoking will kill you.

Men haven't got the brains
to live or die.

Is it a matter of brains?

Your late sister didn't need it
all spelled out for her.

It's nice you have
fond memories of her.

She had the brains to die.

Have I ever bothered you?

I don't suppose so.
I'm half-dead anyway.

Then again...

who knows?
Maybe you have.

I wouldn't be surprised
if you killed your sister.

She wasn't blind.

She saw what was going on
around her.

May God forgive you
for those words,

because no one else
will be able to.

God never forgives. But He spares
those who don't deserve it.

Ragnheidur...

Got any Coke?

It won't work, Áslaug.

Why not?

- The signature's forged.
- Who says?

I called Kristin.

That fucking bitch!

I'll keep the file safely.

As a souvenir.

No wonder your dad didn't believe
anyone would ever want to fuck you!

Sales order

What the hell is going on?

Have you gone crazy,
you bitch?

You're mad,
you're going to kill me!

Ragnheidur, please!
For pity's sake!

Put me down!

Put the car down!

Dad, as your children,
we all agree.

Kristin and you
deserve a change.

- We want to sell the company.
- That's out of the question.

Ágúst will be taking it over soon.

Ágúst?

That's unrealistic. He's
a musician, he's having a child.

You don't know
what realistic is.

It's not business,
it's religion to fillet fish

at every godforsaken
place around.

We want
to help Kristin, Dad.

The house is too big for her.

There's an apartment
for you in Reykjavik.

You're not sending me off
to some hospice!

You can drag
my body around

after I die, not before!

Here's a written declaration.

We'll see to the details later.

It's the only way, Dad.

I want to talk to the old man.

Find him yourself.

I dream of making a film
about a transparent woman.

What are you?
A legally certified ghost?

You can always fool yourself,
but you can't fool me.

I remember the way
you looked at Mom when she was ill.

- Children notice such things.
- Calm down.

We'd lie there and listen
to the bed creaking.

I can still hear it now.

The sound of your fucking orgasms
still echoes in my head.

You realize what that can do
to an unformed child's mind?

Listening to your mother's
death throes

mixed with the grunting
of your father and your aunt?

Ágúst and Maria

have disappeared
into the dark together.

And if they find a place
somewhere to make love,

whose fault is that?

Isn't it time to face up to that
before you destroy anymore souls?

Sign this, and we can keep
the company going

in another form, as shareholders
in a big trawler company.

I won't let you destroy
the work of a lifetime.

Are you deaf,
you stubborn old fuck?

No one was talking
about fish here.

What about you, Ágúst,
do you want to sell too?

You want to destroy
my life's work too?

Will you betray me too?

- What do you know about me?
- What do you want me to know?

I gave up business
studies ages ago.

I presume
you'd learnt enough.

Why were our clothes
home-made as kids?

Why didn't he speak
when fishing was bad?

Why were we all scared
when he was at home?

Why did you unplug the main fuse
when you went to bed?

I didn't teach you to complain.

He's given his life to fishing.
He's never needed us.

No, thank God,
I've never needed you for anything.

You cried crocodile tears
when mother died.

After all, her substitute
was close at hand.

Almost the same,
but twice as malleable.

Ágúst, that's enough!

Everyone knows
Maria's your daughter.

Conceived while mother
was on her deathbed.

But you weren't man enough
to admit it!

When were you going
to tell us?

Were we supposed
to read about it

in the memoirs
of the great Thordur Ágústsson?

Is that why you brought us here?
To tell us that?

A final confession
to erase all your fucking sins?

To leave us in hell

while you stroll around in heaven?

You didn't even have the guts

to face up to the truth.

And so you're hiding
behind the "measures"

for this fucking antiquated
freezing plant.

How did you reckon
you could change anything?

Nothing's happened inside
your head since the 1950s!

Sign the document.

Are you so stupid you think

I'll sign some document

in the middle of the night?

You're more stupid
than I thought.

I thought
you'd see reason.

Hand in your keys in the morning
and clear out your office.

Otherwise, that forged
mortgage on this house

goes straight to the police.

You can't do this to me
after all these years...

Losing your nerve again...

I've worked for this company
since I was 10.

If you don't sign,

you'll be declared
non compos mentis.

You won't be able to manage
your own affairs.

The three of us decided
to have you certified as mad.

After all, you went crazy
years ago.

You should have sold that shit
a long time ago!

But you'll carry on until
some minister abolishes the quota.

You'll be left
with nothing to sell!

Do you understand
or do you refuse to understand?

You'll oppose us till you die?

Sign, you senile fool!

You can't oppress
everyone anymore.

Take this!
Will you take this?!

What do you know about me?

You've never done
a day's work in your lives!

What do you know
about being faithful?

You swap partners the way
others change their clothes!

You don't know
what it's like...

to live for 10 years

with a sick woman.

That's what you wanted.

You've never believed in us.

We were never the way
you wanted us!

But we're exactly like you.

We all look down
on each other.

We couldn't care less if the people
closest to us get raped!

Maybe that's why you hate us.

We're so fucking like you!

Ágúst, wait!

I'm your half-brother!

I know and I don't care!

I care! I care!

You make a sorry sight.

You're not the first person
ever to have had a shock like this.

He had a stroke,
have you forgotten?

Everyone says they've had one.
They're just too idle to work.

They'd rather sit around all day
eating fruit.

Carry on talking
while you're still around to.

I'm not dead yet.

I may well outlive you, sonny.

In any case,
I'm half-dead already.

Don't souls go to heaven?

I just hope
they're not collecting souls

from this rabble here.

That would make
a hideous sight.

Kristin, shouldn't you
get to bed?

Thank you for coming
so quickly

in the middle of the night.

There's talk of arson.

It looks like it,
but you can never tell.

Won't the girl confess, then?

She says
she can't remember.

She's claiming amnesia?

The insurance company
won't like it.

You'll honor our agreement?

We're talking about the quota?

We're not interested
in charred ruins and rusty boats.

Isn't it a bit early?

Kristin, give me
three eggs and some pepper.

You're going
to stink out the car.

You have no eggs?

You're no guests of mine.

I want my coffee now,
Kristin.

Are you deaf?

You're coming
to Reykjavik with me.

And you're going to hell
for what you've done.

We'll keep each other
company there.

Well, they've gone, then.

Did Maria start the fire?

What do I know?

What about the insurance?

It was mortgaged
to the hilt.

But the quota?

He gave the quota away.

What? He gave it away?

On the condition
that it stays here in the village.

Who did he give it to?

He trusted his worst enemy
more than his own children.

Cod quota: 183,243 tons.

Current level: 20,686 tons.

Haddock quota: 28,264 tons.

Current level...

Damn it!