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[TT] Okay, everyone. We're having a party today.

But take it easy, because tomorrow is the big day.

We're going to have a wedding race up Trollstigen.

[laughs] And Roy will be racing for love!

For Sylvia!

[people cheering]

[upbeat music playing]

- Want to be in the photo? - [Roy] My sweet girls.

You both look so pretty!

[Nina] Smile, Dad! Tomorrow, you'll be married!

[Roy laughs]

Okay, say "car key."

[all] Car key!

- [Nina] One more time. Car key! - [all] Car key!

- [Nina laughs] - [camera shutter clicking]

Car key!

- Yeah, so fucking important we can... - Hey, Roy!

- Come on and dance with me! - Yeah, I, uh, okay, sure. Come on.

- I hear you, man… - Yeah?

Let's put it this way. I'm the toastmaster. I decide.

You're the toastmaster.

But since when did you and Roy become such great fucking pals?

- You haven't exactly been... - Super friendly, I know.

But this is something else.

- What? What's that? - "What's that?"

About love, Boccia!

- [Sylvia] Have you seen your father? - Nope. Want me to take Shelby?

- Yes, could you? - [Nina] Yeah.

Hey, you. Hey, hi, Shelby! Hey!

Let's go for a walk.

Is that Shelby?

Yep. I'm the coolest half-sister in the world.

- And so sweet. Has she begun talking yet? - Yeah, we think she's close.

- [people cheering] - [indistinct chatter]

1948, 318 small-block.

He was hit by that bus in Murmansk. He hasn't quite been himself since.

- Does he have a brain injury? - No, I don't know.

One…

five, four, two,

six, three, seven, eight.

Are those lottery numbers? Is he psychic because of the injury?

- No, It's the engine's ignition order. - He memorized them?

No, he can hear the cylinders as they ignite.

See what I mean?

I thought you were kidding, Doffen. Are you really driving this hearse now?

[Doffen laughs] Check it out.

Go ahead. This is a 429.

- Yeah. - It's a big-block.

472 big-block.

- [chuckles] I was looking for you. - Really? How are you feeling?

I'm getting nervous, Roy. This is huge for us!

- Yeah, it isn't exactly us. - Well, are you sure you're ready?

- For what? - Being with me for the rest of your life.

Absolutely.

[man] Get up here. Come on, Roy!

[both exclaiming]

[people cheering]

- [people cheering] - [rock music playing over speakers]

So, Roy Gundersen, the one and only.

[Roy] Yes, that's me.

Can you dance?

- If I can dance? - Do you dance?

Of course I do dance. I love to dance. I dance all the time.

[laughs] Do you dance?

Okay!

Okay.

[grunting]

Do you drink?

[chuckles nervously]

[Roy] Okay.

Oh, wow!

- [glass shatters] - [exclaims and grunts]

[glass shatters]

[Roy humming]

- [chuckles] - Do you kiss?

Huh? Kiss-kiss?

[Roy moaning]

[laughs]

Aren't you a married man, Roy?

- Yeah, but not until tomorrow. - Well…

Good luck tomorrow.

[romantic instrumental music playing]

[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Let me see…

There. Now you're looking sharp, Roy.

That's great. Listen, uh…

- I spoke to someone last night. - Yeah?

She was German, I think. Do you know her?

- You sure? - Yeah.

That has to be Robin, then.

- Robin? - Yeah.

Sylvia shared an apartment with her in Germany before she met you.

[chuckles] She hasn't told you about Robin?

- Is Robin a woman? - Yeah.

Yeah, she did talk about a Robin she lived with in Germany.

Robin is a man's name. Like Robin Hood, for me.

[chuckles] No, no. Robin is a woman.

What did you two talk about?

- Well, that's the thing. It's unclear. - Hmm?

It's a little hazy.

I see.

[TT] Okay, listen up, guys!

The first person who reaches the top gets the bride!

[all cheering]

And we'll be driving in the order that the toastmaster,

AKA me, has decided.

And Roy will drive first.

Okay? Here we go!

- [horn blowing] - [all cheering]

["Wedding March" by Mendelssohn playing]

[horns honking]

[engines revving]

[TT] Roy, hey, there's an impatient speed bump who's cutting the line here.

Huh? What's that?

"An impatient speed bump." A Porsche, dude!

Okay. So I'll keep it behind me?

What kind of car is it?

Porsche 991 GTS R Turbo S.

[engine accelerating]

What the hell? How desperate are you?

[tires screeching]

Nobody messes with my procession!

- [grunts] - [tires screeching]

[cell phone ringing]

- [TT] Hey, Roy… - TT, are you there?

- Roy, I fucked up on the curve. - [Roy] Are you all right?

Um…

Beat that car, Roy! Just beat that bastard.

You have to be the first to the top!

[dramatic music playing]

[TT] Come on. Get movin'!

[horn honking]

[tires screeching]

[engine accelerating]

[brakes squeal]

Wow.

You look beautiful.

Robin?

[in Norwegian] First one to the top wins the bride, yes?

[in English] Have you learned Norwegian?

[chuckles]

I've come to get you out of here.

What are you… "Get me out of here"?

I'm getting married. To Roy. Like, right now. [laughs nervously]

This is not the man for you.

I admit, he's a great kisser, but, uh…

What did you say, now? Kisser?

- What is she talking about? - Uh…

I, uh…

- What is she talking about, Roy? - [hesitates] It's, uh, I don't know.

I didn't know you two had… you know, like, uh…

Listen, I was drunk. It's fuzzy.

[Sylvia crying] I can't fucking believe you.

[Roy] No, Sylvia.

Sylvia!

I don't understand anything. What's wrong with you?

What the fuck were you thinking, Roy? You're such a fucking idiot!

- [Roy] It wasn't like that. - [Sylvia sobbing]

- Sylvia. - You know what?

I'm tired of this. The wedding is off.

Don't do this.

Nina, can you get the child's seat and put it in the Porsche?

- We'll drive down with you. - Good.

First one to the top gets the bride.

I didn't make the rules.

No, no, no. There has to be a way we can work this out.

There has to be a rematch.

[shivering] He has to have a chance to win his bride back.

Yeah, yeah. If not, that's just… That's just unsportsmanlike.

Okay, a rematch.

On my home ground.

Your home ground? Okay.

Where's that?

Nürburgring.

- [Roy] Huh? - Hmm.

In three days.

Your yellow Mustang against my red bird.

- On the raceway? - Oh, yeah, the Nordschleife.

[exhales deeply]

See you Tuesday.

[Roy] No, no, no, no.

Sylvia, don't do this.

[breathing heavily]

[Roy] Sylvia!

[engine revving]

[Roy] No, no!

That's disgusting.

She just got into a Porsche!

An Amcar girl getting into a damn Porsche?

This is totally crazy.

[English techno-pop song playing]

♪ I go with my gut I shoot in the dark ♪

♪ Ain't got no ammunition ♪

♪ When the going gets rough Keep messing it up ♪

♪ Like it's a bad addiction ♪

♪ Seeing everyone else They're doing so well ♪

♪ They make it seem so easy ♪

♪ I'm doing my best And getting no rest ♪

♪ I'll make it through Believe me ♪

♪ I keep on telling myself Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ I keep on telling myself Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ I bet I'mma figure it out It's all gonna be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ High stakes, but I'm ready to jump I believe it'll be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

I haven't seen you in four years, and now you show up like this...

I know. I'm sorry. But he's not the right one for you.

How can you say that?

- And why are you even here? - Because I wanted to surprise you.

I miss you. Okay?

- He kissed you? - Yes.

I mean, in his defense, I'm very kissable.

Hmm?

- What am I going to do now? - You come with me to Cologne.

I'm not going with you to Cologne. I wanna go home.

[in Norwegian] But I need you.

I'm working hard on my Norwegian.

[in English] You're just too much!

Sylvia, I'm a race car driver. What do you expect?

I only want what's best for you. Okay?

He doesn't deserve your trust.

Okay. We're in.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

[chuckles]

- For one reason only. - Okay.

You against Roy on the Nürburgring?

Yeah.

That, I have to see.

[woman on radio] Opinions differ on how you should stay in a relationship…

[Doffen] How's it going under there?

[Nybakken] It's good. All done soon. I just have to fasten the drain plug.

[Doffen] That's great.

[Nina] Hi, everyone.

Who wants to repair a kebab?

[Doffen chuckles]

- There, we're finished. Nybakken! - [exclaims]

Food's here.

- Yeah. - [both grunt]

[Nybakken] I'm so hungry, I'll eat anything.

[Doffen] Have a seat, food's on the table.

[indistinct chatter]

[cell phone ringing]

[Robin chuckles]

[voicemail beep]

Hi, it's me. Uh…

I get it. I understand that you're disappointed and angry.

But we have to talk.

Listen, what happened… it was just…

It was just, you know, like…

The only thing I know is that I'm crazy about you.

I love you.

Okay? Talk to you later. I hope.

Come on.

This is no good, Dad.

No, it's not.

[sighs] Women!

She just ran off and took Shelby with her. I can't believe she would…

- And the German broad... - [Nina] Stop it.

You're the one who screwed up.

You've found a way to ruin everything three times already.

I know.

[Nina] See what's happening now?

You're losing Sylvia, Shelby, everything. You're wrecking the whole family.

- Yeah, I know that. - Get a hold of yourself, damn it.

How? What am I supposed to do, then?

I will never beat a Porsche down there. That's for sure. It's completely hopeless.

[Nina] But at least you have to try.

If there's one lesson I'm confident my father taught me,

it's that it ain't over till it's over.

[tires screech]

[upbeat music playing on car stereo]

Fuck. The engine's knocking. I gotta check the plugs.

[Roy] You're driving that old piece of junk?

What happened to the GT86?

[TT] Dead. All that water killed it.

- Doffen and Nybakken have already gone. - Okay. I'll catch you in Malmö.

[Roy] Yeah, right.

- No way, no way. - What?

- Come on! - Safety first. I'm the pilot.

[pop song playing]

♪ Say yes to love and fun Say yes to love and life ♪

♪ When I became yours The world was mine ♪

♪ The first time we met You grabbed my hand and I got giddy ♪

♪ The next time we met Became an adventure ♪

[song continues over stereo]

[laughing]

[Doffen] Nybakken?

You have a crush on Wenche Myhre.

No. Cut it out. No way.

This is going to be fun. Huh?

[chuckles] Imagine. Going to Germany.

I'm thinking about this, Doffen. I'm not sure this is such a great idea.

Yes, it is. And anyway, we agreed on this already.

- I won't be allowed in. - What?

Why didn't she tell me she was dating a woman? I don't get it.

What else has she not told me, right?

Well, you've been lacking… focus lately, to say the least.

When?

Well, let's see. You're behaving like a horny teenager.

You run off when things get a little difficult.

You forgot Shelby's baptism, and you forgot Sylvia's birthday this year.

[sighs]

Are you hungry? We can make a stop.

You say I'm lacking focus. What does that mean?

Yeah, I can be a bit spacey sometimes, but focus is something that I know...

[Nina] Dad!

- [man grunts] - [people gasp]

[groans]

[muttering] Oh, fuck. Ouch.

Hey.

- [Nina] Are you all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Sorry, man. I didn't see you. Are you all right?

Oh, hell, that's a Mustang. A '67 Mustang.

Wow, it's cool!

You know, it's almost an honor to be hit by a Mustang from that year.

Yeah, you know, you gotta stay positive. I'm alive. [chuckles]

No, no. And, you know, life is a party.

And if one party sucks, you can always go to another.

That's my philosophy.

Anyway, see you later. Bye-bye.

[engine starts]

Wanna drive?

Yeah.

- [Doffen] Hi, Roy. Hi. - [Roy] Hi.

- I'm standing here at a gas station. - Yeah?

- Nybakken doesn't want to come with us. - What? But he's our mechanic.

Ah, well, he's just blabbering on about having a German teacher in school

telling him his grammar was so bad they'd never allow him in the country.

[German pop song playing on radio]

- Oh! Die Wenche! - Die Wenche?

[excited chatter]

- Wow. That's her. - [German tourists] Die Wenche!

[woman in German] We know all your songs! Um…

[singing] ♪ He's got… ♪

[pop music playing]

♪ A bright red rubber dinghy ♪

♪ With this rubber dinghy ♪

♪ We're going out to sea ♪

♪ He's got a bright red rubber dinghy ♪

♪ And only at dusk will we get home ♪

♪ We have no sail ♪

♪ We have no engine ♪

♪ And no galley ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ We're bobbing with love And a lot of humor ♪

♪ Towards our eternal bliss ♪

[mellow song playing over speakers]

[in English] Hi.

Hi.

You're following me.

That mascara really looks good on you.

Nybakken!

[Nybakken] It's just the right color for you.

Nybakken!

But listen, you have to be a little careful

because that brush is pretty sharp, so if you happen to scratch your eyeball...

[Doffen] What are you doing here?

This is my friend Doffen.

- Hi. - This is Wenche.

Wenche Synnøve Myhre, born February 15th, 1947.

One of Scandinavia's most beloved and popular artists of all time.

We need to get a move on.

Roy says we have to go with him to Germany.

And why are you going down there?

[Doffen] A friend of ours is driving race on Nürburgring tomorrow.

We're part of his team.

Oh, very exciting! I'm headed that way, too.

- Really? - I'm holding a concert.

Good. Can't wait to go there.

It was nice to meet you.

- [Doffen] Let's go. - What's the hurry?

Bye.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Come on, now! - Yeah, I'm coming. Stop nagging.

- What are you doing? - Helping him, Dad.

[Roy] No. Why? We're on our way to...

- Well, hello there! [chuckles] - Hi.

Yeah, yeah. They impounded my car.

They said my car was a traffic hazard. [laughs]

Okay, is that a fact?

You want us to take you somewhere, then?

- Hell, no, don't worry about that. - Right. Time for us to get moving, then...

Although, uh, my wife lives in Uddevalla.

So, if you're gonna be headed in that direction,

it'd be great to tag along, my man.

- Uh... - Sure. Hop in.

- Yeah? That's so cool! - [Nina chuckles]

- Have you lost your mind? - Hmm?

Now I gotta spend the next how many miles making small talk with this guy?

- He's only going to Uddevalla. - Only to Uddevalla? That's…

I'm sure you two have something in common.

Yeah, yeah. I couldn't leave my favorite shirt behind.

- Sure. - [laughs] Yeah.

- So, nice to meet you. - So…

- Roy. - Roy.

Oh, what? Is your name also Roy?

- Yeah. - [laughs]

Ice cream, Nybakken? What flavor do you want?

A popsicle.

With three colors and chocolate-covered, if they have that here in Sweden.

One popsicle, coming up.

[car door closes]

[woman chuckles] Hello, um…

Just a second, hang on.

- It's a bit slow, this window. - Hello.

Um, sir, aren't you just a little early?

- Uh, yeah. Could be. - Well, but that's okay. That's all right.

That's perfectly fine.

Come on, boys, come. Come.

Yeah, so, let's see. If you can just sign here with your name.

- Here we go. There. Mmm-hmm. Yeah. - [cart wheels rattling]

- Should I write my name here? - Yes, that's it. Beneath that.

- Right there? - Mmm-hmm.

[men grunt]

Yes. Yes. Thank you.

Great. Thank you. Okay. Have a nice day.

[trunk door closes]

- [Nybakken] So, did they have them? - Yeah.

I think it's fucking hilarious they call them "glass" here in Sweden.

- Ice cream is called "glass"? - Yeah. "Let me have two glasses of juice."

- [engine starts] - [both laugh]

[Swedish Roy] Yep, here's my place.

[Roy] So…

Here you go. [chuckles]

- Hey, man. Thanks for the ride. - Pleasure.

Listen, if the party really blows, you just move on to the next party.

I'll keep that in mind, Roy.

[chuckles] Roy and Roy. Hell, that's awesome, dude!

- Hell, that's great. Roy and Roy. - Yeah, great.

- Nina, bye. Take care. - Bye. Yeah.

Take care.

- Okay. - Bye, then. Why don't we switch again?

I'll drive.

[Swedish Roy] Hey. Hello.

- Shit, you're beautiful! - [both chuckle]

[groans]

[funk song playing]

Would you two be able to give me a ride as far as Malmö?

My ex-wife actually lives there.

- Yeah. No problem. - Hell! That's awesome!

♪ I said do it Without any doubt ♪

♪ You gotta do it If you think it's all right… ♪

[horn honking]

Told you I'd catch up with you.

Wouldn't be a problem!

[TT] Roy. Cheer up.

You're gonna have your wedding sooner or later.

Hey, TT. Why are you so hung up on weddings?

[TT] Uh…

- Because I believe in love. - So, why aren't you married yourself?

Just because I haven't found the woman of my dreams yet.

[Doffen] Okay, so what does the woman of your dreams look like?

[exhales] She's a motorhead.

She's, uh, smart.

A great mechanic.

And she makes chicken soup.

[all chuckle]

[Roy clears throat]

[Swedish Roy] Stupid bitch.

[cell phone ringing]

Hi.

[Roy] Hi, Sylvia. Darling. Well…

Uh…

Just wanted to tell you, we're are on our way, me and the guys.

We're headed that way. But…

I really miss you.

And Shelby.

- You can't seriously mean that if I lose… - [Doffen] Roy, hey!

Get your pants on now! You can't run around here without pants!

No, I'm not. I'm just washing myself.

What does he mean? Don't you have any pants on?

No, no, no, no, no. That's not me. That's another Roy. Yeah.

- Right, another Roy. - A Swedish guy called Roy who's with us.

Oh, cool. I've met a Dane whose name is also Sylvia.

No, it's true. We are Roy and Roy. There are two Roys.

You are pathetic.

Sylvia, that's...

Hello?

Come and have some food now.

- You hung up on him? - [country song playing]

♪ What if I would break away ♪

Your father is completely off the rails.

♪ Not tomorrow, but today ♪

♪ And leave everything Don't take anything ♪

♪ I'd be gone and I wouldn't tell anyone ♪

♪ So what if I would take a plane And fly away… ♪

- [Swedish Roy] Thank you so much. - [Roy] Our pleasure.

- [Swedish Roy] That's awesome. Yeah. - Yeah.

- [Nina] Bye-bye! - See you.

Well, at least we got rid of the Swedish guy.

[sneezes]

- [Nina] You caught a cold? - No, why?

Hell, this is my house, too, for Christ's sake.

Go to hell! I hate you.

- I've had enough of you! - I don't know what's wrong with her.

I'm sorry you're witnessing this.

Are you stupid? That's my grandfather's.

- [woman] I never want to see you again. - What the fuck is that?

- [Doffen] Go, go, go. - [Swedish Roy muttering]

- You've gone completely nuts! - [woman] Get out of here!

- Go to hell, bastard. Get lost! - [gunshot]

That party wasn't so great, either. [chuckles] No…

Yeah, hey, can I maybe bum a ride to Germany with you guys, please?

'Cause my daughter lives in Hamburg.

Well, that depends. Does your daughter carry a weapon?

- No, no! - You can come, then.

[reggae song playing]

This is going to be fun, huh?

[chuckles] Imagine. Germany and stuff.

Yeah.

Relax, Nybakken.

They won't refuse you entrance to Germany just because you suck at German.

- You don't know that. Here he comes. - It's gonna be fine.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

[Nybakken clearing throat]

[sighs]

[Nybakken in German] At, on, behind.

In, next to.

Over, under.

In front of, between.

Nice car.

[Nybakken chuckles]

Auf Wiedersehen.

Vielen Dank.

[upbeat polka music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hi, sweetie. How are you?

Yeah, your dad. Huh? I'm in Germany, so, I thought I could just...

Hello?

Your daughter can't meet you?

No… The timing wasn't quite right.

[chuckles] Yeah…

[woman laughs]

Hello.

[Sylvia] Hi.

Well, you got your pants back on.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Yeah, that's funny.

Yes, and you guys…

- What's up? - Is there anything you want to say?

No.

- So, where's Shelby? - In the car. Sleeping.

Yeah.

That race tomorrow at Nürburgring, when does it start?

The track's booked for four o'clock.

[Roy] Four o'clock?

Okay. Well, that's fine. Fine by us.

So, we'll just see you guys there.

Yeah, see you there.

Can we cut this out?

This is nonsense.

It's ridiculous to race for this stuff.

Let's just go home.

Roy, that kiss…

We never really talked about it. How was it?

Was it just a little kiss, like this?

Or was it more like the whole package?

No, actually, it was more like this, I think.

[Nybakken grunting]

Like that.

[Nybakken] Wow.

No one's kissed me like that in more than 30 years.

♪ Our heart's gone cold again ♪

♪ And I don't understand ♪

♪ Feels like we're on the run ♪

♪ From things that can't be undone ♪

♪ 'Cause if we break We'll be broke ♪

♪ Broken for good Broken for good ♪

♪ And if you take back your love ♪

♪ I'm taking mine, too ♪

- Hey, Doffen. - [Doffen] Huh?

- Why do you guys got a coffin? - [Doffen] What coffin?

Look.

What the fuck?

- [TT clears throat] - Nybakken?

- Yeah? - This coffin here…

It wasn't there when we left Oslo.

- It could've been, right? - No, it wasn't.

[Doffen exclaims]

Okay, okay. There's… no reason to panic.

- What? No reason to panic? - No.

We're driving around with a dead old lady in our car

and you think there's no reason to panic?

Yeah.

What the hell is this, Nybakken?

Well, I've never seen her before.

She's not in my family for sure.

Folks, I'm sorry. We have to turn around. Take her back.

- No, no. We can't turn back now. No way. - [TT] What?

You're driving around with a dead old lady. She could start to smell, Roy.

No, it'll be all right, for sure. One more day.

On our drive home we'll deal with her. It's gonna be fine. One day give or take.

- Huh? - There you go! Now you're back on track.

- Yeah. She can wait, right? - We won't let a dead old lady stop us.

- [grunts] - Yeah.

[church bells tolling in distance]

[mutters indistinctly]

You know what? That guy needs to be taught a lesson.

Remember Lemmy?

Let's see how Roy deals with our little Lemmy.

- What's going on? - [engine revving]

[upbeat jazz music playing]

Who are you guys?

[shushes]

[engine revving loudly]

Roy Gundersen.

[in German] The Norwegian legend.

[in English] Who is this cowboy?

- I have no idea. - Lemmy Müller.

[Roy] Uh-huh.

[in German] The Mustang Killer of Hamburg.

[in English] A bird told me you were in Germany and I thought,

"What about a little race between two legends?"

Yeah, race of legends!

Yeah, race.

[Roy] Well, I'm sorry, but, uh…

Maybe next time, huh?

[Lemmy] If Lemmy says we race…

we race.

Well, I don't think so.

Oh, yeah, that's right. I forgot.

You Norwegians are known for being little chickenshits.

[toy squeaks]

Hey, you.

With these… [in German] pork chops.

[in English] You want to race? You race me.

Nobody touches my… [in German] pork chops.

[in English] Oh, yeah?

What are you gonna do about it? [sniffs]

Quack.

- Quack. - Quack.

[all] Quack, quack, quack…

[men clamoring]

[men guffawing]

- Is this the worst you can do? - Don't forget your car!

No, no, no!

[men shouting]

I take it back! No, no, no…

No!

Doffen, uh, these people are totally nuts.

I'm gonna go wait in the car.

[man laughs]

[exhales loudly]

[Lemmy in German] What's your problem?

You want to go for a swim, too?

[men chuckling]

[in English] You and me. Right here, right now.

I don't know if I dare, Gundersen.

We race pink slip, huh?

The winner gets the loser's car, okay?

- [engines revving] - [people cheering]

[pop song playing over radio]

[engine revving]

[engine revving]

- [tires screeching] - [all cheering]

[sneezes]

[tense music playing]

[yelling indistinctly]

[tires screech]

[exclaims]

[tires screech]

[in English] Fu...

[cheering]

[pop song continues playing]

- [Doffen] Magnificent, Roy! - [TT] Hell, Roy! That's totally awesome!

[all laughing]

[Roy] Okay.

The keys.

[sniffs]

What the fuck?

[Doffen grunts] Oh, for Christ's sake.

- The drain plug has fallen out. - [TT] What?

Wasn't that your job, Nybakken? To tighten the drain plug?

Well, if that's the case, I've made a huge blunder. I'm sorry about that.

- [Doffen] Don't worry about it. - [Nybakken] Are you sure?

- Well, that's unfortunate. - That's an understatement.

I don't know. Maybe you just lost your chance at getting Sylvia back.

[horn honks]

[man] Hey!

Come with me! Quick!

Roy's Auto Service? Totally crazy! What are the odds of that, huh?

Roy, Roy and Roy.

German Roy and Swedish Roy and then Norwegian Roy.

That's you, huh?

[German Roy] Further this way! And you stop here. Here!

Okay. Okay.

Turn off the motor.

- Yes. - [TT coughing]

Oh.

The crank shaft's busted.

I told you so. You shouldn't have raced that idiot.

Listen.

The car needs to be ready by tomorrow. Ready. Period.

We don't have any other choice. We have to race.

[Doffen] Roy's going to race against a Porsche.

Tomorrow, at Nürburgring.

[laughs]

Even if we did fix the engine,

this car would never have a chance against a Porsche in the Nürburgring.

[sighs]

If you want to race on the ring, you need a total, uh… [mutters]

- Rebuild. - Rebuild.

And we can't even fix the engine.

Okay.

What? Are you giving up?

- You're driving tomorrow. - [whispers indistinctly]

I'm so sick of this! Why…

I'm the only one trying to find solutions here.

What's wrong with you?

I'm the only one who thinks of solutions.

- Why? - Listen...

[shushes] I'm speaking. Toastmaster is speaking.

You're not the toastmaster anymore.

The wedding is not off. Okay? The wedding is postponed.

Hey, listen. My little sister just had a crazy idea.

Yeah, go on.

What if we take that engine and put it into this car?

Yeah.

[Roy] Is that…

[TT] I like it.

Nybakken, is it even possible to change the engine in Little Yellow by tomorrow?

We'd have to change the headers, the motor brackets, the belt pulley,

the fuel pump, and we need a new clutch,

motor plate, which I could make myself, I guess. So…

It's almost possible?

- Yeah, maybe almost possible. - Awesome.

Freddi, Fritz, Franka? Come on down here. We have a job!

My Norwegian friends…

- I'm Swedish. - And Swedish, yeah…

Let's build an insane version of your car!

[rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Say hello to my family. My wife, Franka.

- Nice to meet you! - Very nice to meet you.

♪ You ever truck in a duded-up diesel? You gotta do it now ♪

♪ It's the hour ♪

♪ Of bullpower ♪

♪ I can go-go Over rocks I roll… ♪

- Hey. - [groans softly]

How are you?

You have a fever.

[TT shivering]

I heard about your Toyota.

[groans]

Do you want some chicken soup?

With ginger and chili?

[German Roy] Hey.

They… they used to call me the king of drifting.

Oh! Cool. Yeah.

- So you don't race anymore? - [scoffs] No. No. I…

I chose that.

My family.

But don't you miss it? The racing?

[Roy] Whoa!

- Yeah. My wife thinks it's for a client. - Okay.

Well, I know I will never race again, but a man can dream, yes?

[TT shuddering]

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah.

[Shelby babbling]

Papa.

Daddy.

Yeah.

- Should I call him? - [Shelby] Call.

[cell phone ringing]

Guten Abend.

Hello?

- Uh, hello, can I speak to Roy? - Yes, who is calling?

Uh, his girlfriend.

- Roy? - [German Roy] Yeah?

- Phone call for you. - Who is it?

- It's your girlfriend. - What? I don't have a girlfriend.

- Girlfriend? What girlfriend? - What? No, no.

Okay, but she says that she is…

- She's crazy! Crazy woman. I don't know. - What woman? Who's calling?

Sorry, but he says you're not his girlfriend.

- What? - He says that you're a crazy woman.

[scoffs] Crazy? I'm crazy?

I'm very sorry, but that's what he's saying.

No, no!

Hello? Sylvia? It's me talking.

Yeah. So, I'm now I'm not your girlfriend anymore

and you have the fucking nerve to go and call me crazy?

No, I didn't say that. That was a misunderstanding.

- No, I guess that was Swedish Roy. - No, in fact, that was German Roy.

I know it sounds crazy, but everyone we meet…

is called Roy.

Are you kidding me?

- It's hard. I get all the Roys mixed up. - Seriously.

[Roy] We gotta go. Now!

Fuck, I'm sorry.

[Shelby cooing]

[Doffen] All right. Let's go.

Nybakken can make the final adjustments on the road.

Okay.

- Bye-bye, thank you. - [German Roy] Bye. Good luck.

- [Swedish Roy] No, TT. You're not going... - Is that the way?

- [all clamoring] - [Swedish Roy] Easy, easy, easy.

- [German Roy] It's all right. Lay down. - [TT] You guys gotta go. We gotta go, Roy.

[Roy] Hey, buddy. It's all right. I guess he has to stay here.

[TT] I'll catch up with you.

Well, then I think I'll stay here so I can check up on him a little.

[Roy] Thank you.

Good luck with your love life.

Thank you. Thank you.

You, too. Good luck with your… life.

- Roy? - Yeah.

- Yeah, okay. Yeah! - Let's get going, shall we?

[in German] I ordered a new kitchen yesterday.

Italian brand. Best design.

Very expensive.

The first thing I'm going to make is lamb.

- [liquid splats] - With a lovely risotto.

Flavored with saffron.

So, Berry, will you miss me?

Huh?

It looks like our safe-driving campaign has worked.

There are two sides to safe driving.

One side is that…

it makes my days incredibly boring.

[Roy in English] We're hammering in the brackets.

[Nybakken] Try now!

[engine sputtering]

Nothing.

Try again.

A little less throttle, and then you try again. Come on.

[all singing Norwegian folk song]

[in German] Step off the bus.

Is there a problem?

- Routine inspection. - Ah, very good. Safety.

You know, back in Norway, I'm a police commissioner.

This bus driving is just something I do while I'm on leave.

Ah!

Much respect. That is a very nice…

- Car. - Yes. Car.

- [in English] We call it a "patrol car"... - [Berry interrupts]

[man over radio in German] Code 11.

Irresponsible driving at high speed. 250 kilometers per hour. [beeps]

[Berry] You may continue.

[woman in English] Philip? Philip!

Are we under arrest?

[in German] What did I say? There's always someone.

[officer] What do you think?

- Ferrari? - [Berry] Lamborghini.

Ten euros.

[dramatic music playing]

Roy Gundersen.

[sirens wailing]

[rock music playing]

[in English] Excuse me, did you recognize him?

- I did. Get in. Now! - Who's that man? What's going on?

Oh, my.

Sit down.

Everyone, we're going to assist the German police

in the hunt for an infamous Norwegian criminal.

I want everyone to buckle up in their seats until further notice.

You better buckle up!

Nobody, I repeat, nobody uses the bathroom while this operation is in progress.

Okay? Over.

[Nybakken] Maybe you can try behind here. Is it this one?

[Roy] I'm working on it.

- Come on! - [Nybakken] Try again.

[engine sputtering]

- No. Still nothing. - [Roy muttering] I don't know.

- [sirens approaching] - [Roy grunting]

[dramatic music playing]

What the fuck!

We're so screwed.

[Roy] I can't hear what you're saying!

Careful!

[Roy] Try it, Nina!

Try again without any throttle. The carburetor is flooded.

Come on.

Nybakken!

[horn honking]

[Roy] Yes, try now!

[engine sputtering]

[Roy] Come on.

Nybakken, get in the car.

- Huh? - The cops are coming!

Well, you can outrun the cops, can't you?

Not with that trailer. It's too heavy! We're screwed.

Nybakken!

What the fuck are you doing? Nybakken!

No, no, no! Nybakken!

No, no, no, no! Stop, stop! No!

What?

[horn honking]

What were you thinking, Nybakken? Why did you do that?

[yells] Huh?

Why did you do that?

You said it was too heavy, didn't you?

Come on, dude. That wasn't what I meant. The whole point...

Something's up ahead.

[truck horn honking]

[horns honking]

Come on! Come on!

[breathing heavily]

[imperceptible]

[Nina] Dad, come on. We have to go!

[engine revs]

- [horns honking] - [Nina shouting] Hurry, Dad!

[sirens wailing]

[Berry in German] We'll catch them!

- [Roy grunting] - [engine revving]

[in English] Come on! Come on!

[officers panting]

[Roy] Go!

[in German] Damn! Go back!

- Out of the way. Everybody move! - [officer] Get out of the way.

Get into your cars!

[both] Huh?

[intense music playing]

[engine accelerating]

[sirens wailing]

Careful, Berry. This car is brand-new.

No one messes with me on my Autobahn!

Out of the way!

[bus horn honking]

[engine roaring]

[in German] Where's the Norwegian?

He left an hour ago. I don't know where he went.

I know where he went.

He's on his way to Nürburgring.

And you…

I'll deal with later.

You heard him. Later.

See you tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

[sighs]

- [tires squealing] - [TT in English] This is bad.

- This is really bad. - Yeah.

[Roy] Hurry, Nina.

We have to be at Nürburgring by four o'clock.

- Check the map. - [Nina] Yeah.

Okay, we're on the wrong side of the Rhine.

[Roy] Okay.

We need to cross that bridge, right there. It's not far.

[Roy] All right.

[Nina] Okay. Come on, now.

[tense music playing]

[grunts]

[exclaims]

[sirens wailing]

[in German] Berry, careful with the car!

[dramatic music playing]

[in English] Hey! Stop!

[workers exclaiming]

[man in German] Stop the car! You have to stop!

[indistinct shouting continues]

[both chuckle]

[engine revving]

[ship horn blows]

[in English] Seat belt tight?

[in German] What is he doing?

[exclaiming]

[church bells tolling]

[both grunt]

[tires squealing]

Holy shit!

- Berry, don't even think about it. - Hands off.

You're messing with the wrong man.

[sirens wailing]

No!

Berry!

[laughs maniacally]

[in English] Now what?

[ship horn blows]

- [engine revving] - [in German] Oh, no, not today!

[Nina gasps]

[in English] No, no, no!

[Berry exclaims]

[engine revving]

[car creaking]

[in German] Can you swim?

[garbled police siren fades out]

[in English] You're completely out of your mind. It's official now.

At least we're across the river.

[indistinct chatter]

[grunting]

[in German] I'm going to lose my job. And my pension.

You and your insane driving!

This isn't over.

Not yet.

"Not over"?

What are you talking about? We have to report this!

[bus horn honking]

Colleagues.

I have analyzed the situation. You are in need of help.

- [in English] What's all this about? - Øvrebø, clear seats one and two.

- What for? - Just do it!

[in German] Enter.

- [in English] Doffen? - Yeah. Hi, Nina. Listen…

We apologize for the little misunderstanding when, uh…

when Nybakken disconnected the trailer.

[Nina] Yeah. It's okay.

We got off the trailer and got rid of the police.

- And at least we're on our way now. - [Doffen] Okay. Bye.

Relax, Nybakken.

They're fine.

They got off.

[chuckling] It's nothing… It's nothing to be afraid of.

- You mean that? - Yeah. Sure they did.

- Of course Roy got rid of those guys. - [Nybakken] Yeah. Of course he did.

- Never doubted it. - Yeah.

[both chuckle]

I'd completely lost my appetite,

but maybe we should get a nice meal to celebrate, huh?

That's a very good idea.

[bus passengers singing]

Boccia Geir? Philip Mørk speaking.

Roy Gundersen once made fun of me for being a bus driver.

So now I figure I can get in on the joke, too,

- and go down and show him my bus. - [Boccia] We have to go faster.

- [Philip] Where is he? - He's in Germany, on the Nürburgring.

[singing continues]

[in German] How far is the Nürburgring?

So, they're going to Nürburgring. [cackles]

Oh, no!

[in English] Shouldn't we stop and eat? We're hungry.

Attention, please.

We'll be continuing throughout the rest of the day to assist the German police.

- So, we are now code red. - What's code red?

[shushes]

[in German] As a visiting officer on German territory,

I request permission to use this.

- Permission granted. - No, no!

- [siren wailing] - [bus horn honking]

[yelling] Get out of the way!

[commentator speaking indistinctly over speakers]

[cars accelerating]

[somber cello music playing]

[grunts]

[in English] Hey, there.

So, we're here.

We made it.

So, yeah.

Hi, Shelby.

Hi.

We've been driving a Porsche, huh?

That was fun.

She's become friendly with Robin, too. Mmm-hmm.

We've had a great time.

Do you like Little Yellow?

- Nice. Pretty cool engine, huh? - Mmm-hmm.

So we put in a roll cage and firmer springs, too.

- Yeah, we should have a decent chance of... - Hello, Nina. How are you?

All right.

But how come it's just the two of you here?

What happened to all the other Roys?

It's…

well, a long story. But we're here now.

Ready to get rolling, so…

Good luck. Both of you.

I guess Lemmy failed, so you'll have to race.

Fun for me, bad for you.

In the end, I don't think it will make any difference for her.

The race is already lost.

I'm sorry.

[in German] Okay, friends. We have… [continues indistinctly]

[pit crew speaking indistinctly]

- [car engine revving] - [hip-hop song playing over car speakers]

[JP laughing]

[in English] I love it! Ah! You guys are crazy!

Whoo! '67 Mustang. So, what's this about?

Well, we're racing against that Porsche.

You're racing against that Porsche?

- With this? - [Nina] Yeah.

Well, that's not gonna be easy. Really.

'Cause that Porsche is a very, very fast car.

But not only that. The driver of that car is amazing.

You have no chance. I mean, I can only give you one tip.

You have to stay behind her, the whole time. Behind the Porsche driver.

Stay cool. Don't try to overtake her. She will catch you.

Wait until Döttinger Höhe, then you can catch her.

Because you are faster on the straight line.

She will not be able to take over then.

That's the only time you have the chance to catch her.

Otherwise, you will lose. Wait, wait, wait.

- You got this? Don't forget. - Yeah.

- Good luck. - [Nina] Thank you.

And nice car, by the way.

- [tires squealing] - [hip-hop song playing over car speakers]

- The meatball was really good. - Yeah. It was great.

- The cabbage was nice, too. - Yeah.

[cell phone ringing]

- Hello, Nina. - So, where are you guys?

We have to get the car ready. The race starts soon!

- We'll try to be there as fast as we can. - [Nina] Yes! That'd be great.

Let's just pay and get out of here.

- God damn it. - Have you misplaced your wallet?

Fuck, I must have… I must've left it in Hamburg.

- That's a pretty big mistake there. - Yeah, yeah.

You have to admit that.

- Nybakken? Let's sneak out of here. - Okay.

Be discreet.

Come on.

[waitress] Hey!

Are you planning to leave without paying?

No, no, no, no. I just, uh… I just forgot my wallet, so, uh…

I'll go and get the money now.

- Good. - Yeah.

But one of you stays here, huh?

But, uh… But, um… It's…

Yes. My aunt, she's, uh, sitting in the car,

and she's probably very hungry, so if it's okay, uh, she can sit here

until we, uh… we, uh, get back with the money.

Thank you.

[bell dings]

Nybakken, help me out, man. You know that…

- You know that Aunt Ruth is a little weak. - So, put her here.

[Doffen grunting] She's heavier than I thought.

- Oh, watch out. - Let's put her straight.

- There you go. Let's see. - Great.

Now you can see clearly.

There.

There you go, Aunt Ruth.

Now you can take a better look at the menu, while we go and… so…

[hesitating] Yes, my aunt… She's a little bit allergic, so…

She'll probably need some time to get through the menu.

So, uh, we'll be back.

[chuckles softly]

I want my engine back.

Yeah, we want the engine back.

Comprende, gringo?

So I say we race again.

For a pink slip.

Hey, cowboy, get lost.

This race is not for you.

I booked the track, so I decide who gets to race.

[car approaching]

[car doors open and close]

Can I come, too? [chuckles]

[TT] Hey, guys!

My girl's brother wanted to help. And I'm, uh, the co-driver, so…

- [man chuckling] - [Robin clears throat]

So?

What do you say?

I say that we all drive.

[man] The race begins at four o'clock sharp.

- In seven minutes. - [Doffen] Oh, shit. Seven minutes?

This, uh, this car here is, uh… Can you give us ten more minutes?

How would that work, if the whole world got ten more minutes?

In Germany, things begin when they are supposed to begin.

And the race begins in six minutes, 11 seconds.

- [car engine sputtering] - [Roy groans]

- No. - [Nybakken] Hell if I know what's wrong.

[Nina sighs] Okay, four more minutes left, people. Come on.

- Try now. - [Nybakken] You think…

[engine sputtering]

[imperceptible]

[Doffen sighs]

[sighs]

- No, no, you know what? Just forget it. - What?

I give up. Let's just go home. Now.

- No way! - [Roy] Yes.

This party is not over by a long shot.

Roy Gundersen, if you give up now, you're gonna end up like me, you know?

And you sure as hell don't want that, right?

Hey. Come here, come here. Come. Come here.

Do you want my life? You want it?

Do you want to wake up in ten years and then realize

- that everyone you really care about… - [grunts]

…they don't even wanna talk to you anymore?

Just because every time it got a little hard you run off.

Do you think that sounds like a good life?

No. With all due respect, your life is clearly not, uh… very tempting.

And that's why you're gonna drive. Don't you get it? You're gonna drive.

Drive. Drive for love, God damn it!

[clears throat]

- Okay. - Great, Roy.

- All right, let's get this thing fixed. - [Doffen] Yeah, yeah, come on now.

- Try now. Try starting it. - [Wenche clears throat]

- Hi! - Hey!

Yeah, my sound check in Stuttgart finished earlier than expected.

[chuckling] Surprise.

Hi, Wenche.

The main jet's got a gasket pin underneath it.

What did you say?

A gasket is stuck under the rotary nozzle.

- Is it? - [Nybakken] The gasket is stuck in there.

It sure as hell is!

All right, we need something small, something thin and sharp.

- Anything you can find. - [man] Okay, yeah. I'm on it.

[Doffen] Come on. Quick, quick, quick. Come on, let's go.

[TT] Come on, Roy! Hurry!

[Doffen] Argh!

Damn!

May I borrow that?

[Wenche] No, not that one.

- Wenche's mascara brush. - Perfect!

[woman] Go kick his ass! Go!

[whooping]

- Well done. - There it is.

- [Doffen] Let's do this! - Good, start it.

[grunting]

[Nina] Come on.

- Come on, come on, come on! - [engine roars]

- Yes! All right! - [Doffen] Yes!

- [Swedish Roy] A-ha! - Yes!

Look at me.

Remember what he said about Döttinger Höhe.

- Okay. Yes. - [Nina] Yeah?

[Doffen] Let's go!

[cars revving]

[revving continues]

[engine dying]

No, no, no.

[engine sputtering]

Please just start.

Please.

[engine roars]

Thank you!

[grunts]

- No! Fucking hell! - [Nina] No!

[engine revving]

[in German] Roy, where are you?

- [German Roy in English] Where's Roy? - Something's wrong.

We have to slow them down.

- Let's go, come on! - [breathing heavily]

[both laugh]

[siren wailing]

[in German] Faster, faster!

[tires squealing]

[TT grunts]

[laughing]

- [Nina in English] What's going on? - Motherfucker!

- [sighs] - Fucking Lemmy!

[laughing]

- Do you want me to drive? Yeah? - Yes. I do.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[in German] Excellent. Did you request backup?

Did we?

[officer on megaphone in English] Stop the vehicle!

[in German] They aren't after the Mustang. They're after us!

[in English] Ugh. Sit down. I've seen this before.

[in German] This has happened before. No problem. Sit.

[in German] No problem?

Yeah! [laughs]

[policeman in English] Stop the vehicle now, bitte!

[in German] This is a huge problem for the entire world!

- Stop this bus! - No, no, no.

[all exclaiming]

[all gasping]

[officer speaking indistinctly]

- [in English] Yeah! Go! - Come on, Roy!

- Look there! - [all cheering]

[indistinct chatter]

- Whoo-hoo! - Yes!

And that, people, was all thanks to Wenche's mascara brush. Yeah!

[both moaning]

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!

- [Doffen laughing] - [Nybakken] Hey, hey, hey!

Are you attempting to steal Wenche right in front of me?

- No, no, no, no! - You stay away from Wenche Myhre!

- Come on! Come on! - Let's go.

Let's go! You can do it, Roy.

[in German] Stop the bus!

Come on…

[exhaling]

[arguing indistinctly]

It's okay, focus. It's okay.

Yeah! [laughing]

[laughing and cheering]

Yeah!

[in English] That's enough!

[laughing and cheering]

- [yells] - Whoo!

Just drive for love, Roy! Just drive for love.

[TT yelling]

Yeah! For love!

[grunting]

Döttinger Höhe, there. Just give it all you got. Come on!

Wait a little bit. Wait, Dad.

Wait.

- Do it! - [grunting]

[yells]

[all] Yes!

[all exclaiming]

[all cheering]

[yelling]

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Yes!

[all cheering]

Sylvia, I know I'm an idiot.

That I've been behaving like a moron and I don't deserve you.

But I need you, Sylvia. And I need Shelby.

And without you two, I'm just some kind of miserable lone wolf.

Or not a wolf, like a bear or something. I don't know.

- And I just... - Roy.

- Huh? - Shut up.

Huh?

Thanks for the ride.

Go. And get married.

[sighs]

But do you really wanna marry me?

Yeah. That's all I want.

[sobs]

[laughing]

[all cheering]

[in German] All this romance makes me sick.

[all cheering]

[sirens wailing]

[in English] Roy Gundersen, you have laughed at Philip Mørk for the last time.

["Ride of the Valkyries" playing over speakers]

[in German] I love the smell of rubber in the morning.

[in English] You all know this one, people.

[passengers singing along]

[indistinct excited chatter]

Nybakken.

Hey, please don't come any closer now. I know what's happening here.

- Come on, now! - No, I mean it.

I'm really terrified of moments like this.

[all screaming]

Everyone, heads in the emergency position now!

[in German] In 13 seconds, Roy Gundersen will be neutralized and ready for arrest.

[Doffen in English] Relax.

I promise. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

Doffen?

[Norwegian rap-rock song playing]

[in English] ♪ I go with my gut I shoot in the dark ♪

♪ Ain't got no ammunition ♪

♪ When the going gets rough Keep messing it up ♪

♪ Like it's a bad addiction ♪

♪ Seeing everyone else They're doing so well ♪

♪ They make it seem so easy ♪

♪ I'm doing my best Ain't getting no rest ♪

♪ I'll make it through Believe me ♪

♪ I keep on telling myself Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ I keep on telling myself Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ I bet I'mma figure it out It's all gonna be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ High stakes, but I'm ready to jump I believe it'll be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo ♪

♪ I pretend that I know Where I need to go ♪

♪ I'm lost without direction ♪

♪ I'm pushing away my problems today Can't face my own reflection ♪

♪ I keep on telling myself Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ I keep on telling myself Keep on telling myself ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ I bet I'mma figure it out It's all gonna be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ High stakes, but I'm ready to jump I believe it'll be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ It's gonna be all right ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo ♪

♪ Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo ♪

[in German] Uh, ma'am?

[in English] Have you decided yet?

I know it's hard to be allergic, but maybe the fish?

Fish, over here.