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ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV

They're blue. - Yes, blue.

I never played before for a blue team.

Hello, Mr. Sepp. Helena Mikkelsen.

Mario, it's so nice to finally meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Has Espen taken care of you?

He took a phone call, his eyes went crazy. I think his mother...

Well... everything should be in order so...

I'm sorry, guys... Helena. Could you excuse us for a moment?

Feel free... there's Mozell in the kitchen. Norwegian soda with grapes, it's very good.

What is it? - Bad news... Stilson didn't pass the medical exam.

Tromsø pulled back, we can't afford to sign Mario.

Stilson's not that hurt. - They say he has gangrene.

He's at the hospital right now with an ingrown toenail.

From that to gangrene...?! - That's what happens when you never see a doctor.

They threw up when he took off his sock.

Tromsø doesn't wanna hear about it. - What do we do?

We have no money! The transfer window closes in 2 and a half hour!

We gotta do something. We gotta have Mario.

It's already a miracle we have him here! Where's Tangsrud?

He's been in a bad mood lately. - Lately? Just call him!

Bring him here, I'll talk to him. Otherwise we'll sell someone.

In two hours? Impossible. - Not if we offer a good deal.

Aalesund was interested in Eivind. Hestenes will be out all season.

We cannot trade Eivind! - He's not exactly a locker room glue guy.

He's last year's best player. 3 years in a row, according to the fans.

We gotta look at our options. - Austnes forward until Michael comes back.

What if he gets injured? We have a whole season ahead, we can't wait...

Michel's 38... we can't have just one option! - Who's gonna substitute Eivind?

Otto can take Eivind's place but we don't have a replacement for Michael!

Adrian can't win a single header against Gardarsson or Kempton or many others!

Call Tangsrud, I'll take care of it.

And at least hear from Aalesund.

Damn Aalesund... - Yes.

Fine... but we're gonna have about 10 minutes time to trade Eivind.

We'll make it.

Helena... what about Mario in the meantime?

Eddie can take him for a cake.

Hi, guys!

You gotta take this out. - No, you gotta leave it!

No, it'll end up floating around the pot.

Look.

You're sure you didn't forget anything?

Why don't you just sit down over here.

You're cooking every day, now it's my turn.

If you wanna do something, just set the table.

Where did you learn to do it? - My father.

This is my dad's specialty. - Camilla?

Hi, Adrian! - What's up, Nils?

No... I was just wondering if... - We're having dinner. Adrian cooked it.

You did? - Yes, is that strange?

You only eat tuna and oatmeal!

Here... the best you've ever had.

It's actually good.

A bit spicy... way too spicy!

What's in it? - I had no chili pepper.

You used a whole pack of habaneros?! - Isn't the same?

Chew a bit of this.

No, thanks. - Come on, it helps.

Wash your mouth afterwards.

Some dinner I made.

Can I fix it for you? - Ok.

That lemon really made it better.

I'll be on my way then... I don't wanna interrupt you date.

It's not... is it...? - No, it's no date.

You can stay. - No, I have FIFA. I got to First Division.

We have plenty of food. - Are you sure?

Alright then... nice.

Adrian... did you know you can create your own player at FIFA?

Eivind? - Yes?

Hey. G-16 training? - You know it.

I heard it works great. - Yes.

You needed something? - Can we have a word later?

About what? - About us... about helping each other.

Fine but I have a reservation for dinner with Hedda.

Værbitt's? - No, at the Corner.

That burger place? - Blue Corner is the best burger place south of Nordkapp.

I just thought we could have a talk, it's important.

I'll call to delay so we can talk after training.

I'll see you later. Have a good training.

I'm stuffed! - It wasn't that bad.

It was great! "Dinner is lost!" "Move over, bitch... I'll fix it."

You got it all figured out. Imagine when you'll have your own restaurant!

How's that going, by the way? - Work? Good.

Is it tough? - Nothing out of the ordinary.

Are you done? - Just a little bit more.

That score against Brann? Holy shit! - Thanks.

You got any offers?

I think a few teams wanted to borrow me but they said no to all of them.

So you know they need you.

Have some more. - No, save some for your mom.

You didn't like it? - Yes I did.

Adrian must have his daily tuna ration. - It's just what I need.

That's what made you score that goal against Brann.

You saw it? - Yes I did.

But I think you could score just the same even without a tuna can every day.

I could. - Then why you keep having tuna?

It's not that I have to... - What happens if you don't eat it?

You don't wanna know. - The world is not gonna end.

It might. - Why is that?

If I don't have it, it might expire and kill whoever buys it instead of me.

But a can of tuna has no expiration date.

You wanna save the world? - Yes, that's why I need it.

First you gotta tell me what's really gonna happen if you don't eat it.

Ok... if I don't eat this can of tuna...

...I'm gonna have low blood sugar. That means less fuel, less energy.

In tomorrow's training I'll be slower and they'll think I'm not progressing.

Helena will think I'm slacking off, she'll trade me and it's gonna be Ajax all over again.

I'll have to move to Innsbruck and find a job there, but...

...no one will want a shitty football player, so...

...I'll have to rob someone to pay my rent and I'll end up killing him by accident...

...then I'll discover the man I killed was close to finding a cure for cancer...

His brother will find me, shoot me in the knees and pull my eyes out of my head.

I'll have to become a beggar and eat trash... also, everyone will die of cancer.

But why Innsbruck? To ski? - I can't ski.

You should move to Copenhagen then.

Hi, thanks for coming. - You called me.

Espen said it's about sponsor money. - In a way.

As you know, we're looking to score more goals.

Let me tell you what I already know and save you some time.

You got Mario Diarra in a room nearby and you need money 'cause Stilson is dying from an ingrown toenail.

Am I close enough?

Go ahead... ask.

Ask what?

9 meetings out of 10 are with people asking for money.

I know you're not my biggest fan but I was hoping...

...you could put that aside for the sake of the team.

Mario may well play in any major team but he's here instead.

Just a small extra effort and we have his signature. See it as a loan.

We fix up Stilson then we sell him and you get your money back.

My grandfather was a banker. - Ok.

He got tired of that life and moved west to build boats.

He knew very well how to manage his wealth.

Bankers know how to relate with people asking for money.

A little loan?

There is a simple rule about that.

You're familiar with the "3-C Rule"? - I don't think I am.

Capital, Capability and Character.

Those are the three things to consider when someone asks for a loan.

What you think your situation is?

I'm a bit lost... - What's your capital, for instance?

19 points in 20 games. 14th in the rank.

A team without a leader or even a captain. You're comfortable with that?

You got any collateral to make me feel safe investing in you?

Then there's capability. Are you really capable of paying me back?

What's the math here?

You say if I give you Mario, you're gonna give me results. Ok.

You're positive you'll get results? You're positive you'll pay me back?

If I give you Mario, am I 100% sure you'll get results?

Are you capable of that? Have you proved it in the past?

Is it a reasonable risk?

Let's say you convince me, over some empirical, not existing evidence.

Let's say you get results and Mario scores many goals.

There's still one more "C".

The most important of all: Character.

Who asks for a small loan? Is it a responsible person?

Someone who takes pride in paying back?

A person of morality, honesty, justice?

A person who keeps her word?

Someone responsible for her own words who's gonna pay me back punctually?

It all comes down to a gut feeling.

When I'm standing in front of that person, staring into her eyes and thinking...

"Who are you?" "Can I trust you?"

When I look into your eyes... what do you think I see?

I disagree with your analysis. - Do you?

We did beat Aalesund and we got more points than Start.

We're 3 points behind 11th place, still in the Cup and your team runs more than any other in First Division.

Capability, you said? I have a kid who scores goals and is whole Norway's pet.

He is the prodigal son and you know he's priceless right now.

If you put Mario beside him, there's no limit to what he can accomplish.

If you finally get what you want and kick me out, what's gonna be of Adrian?

He'll continue what he's doing. You made some good points...

...but it's the last "C" that still concerns me.

Why do I upset you so much? - I'm not upset.

Come clean and tell me what you really hate about me.

A bit of this and that. - Is there something I could have done differently?

Last time we spoke, you complained about me being too defensive.

With this Adrian and Mario, you'd finally see some good offensive football.

Isn't what you wanted? - It would have been preferable.

But it's not enough... - Unfortunately.

What else can I do?

There's gotta be something I can do to get in better tune with you.

It's not that simple. - No.

It's all I got. - My answer is no.

Then I'll have to sell Eivind.

To Aalesund. - People won't like it.

It's not something I wanna do. - But you have to.

Come on... it's a small effort for you. How stubborn can you be?!

"Small effort"?

Now listen, little girl...

Few people know what I'm about to tell you.

I have 370 men with family under me who are gonna lose their job next month. And next year...

I'm doing everything I can to avoid it but the world doesn't stop.

So don't stand here and talk to me about small efforts...

...like you know anything about my day-to-day or my life!

You want honesty? Fine, you got it!

You're rude, egocentric, arrogant!

If you were only half good as you think you are, I might overlook that.

But you're not... you're mediocre at best.

And that's why I'm not gonna invest in you.

Adrian, I found the magic case from when we were in primary school.

You still have it? - Yes.

You owe me a magic trick. - I can't.

Shall I go get it? - No... - Yes!

Thanks for dinner. - You made it.

You didn't tell him about your work problems.

I'd only upset him. - Upset him?

He was so excited about my new job. - Are you gonna be alright?

Yes, I'll be fine.

What... tell me before he gets back.

Maybe you shouldn't have told him to stay. - I didn't.

You did. - No, I was cooking just for you.

But you told him to stay. - You did the same.

Ok...

How is it then?

Is that guy still bothering you?

You seem a bit...

You're about to see the great Mr. Adrianos!

Everything ok? - Yes.

A lttle show...

You should wear that more often. - It's funnier than the actual tricks.

The disappearing clothes... classic.

Show her. - No, you do it!

Please... come on. - Alright.

Can I have a drum roll?

Welcome to the show. I'm Mr. Adrianos and this is...

Nils! - Nils!

So... I'm gonna show you a little trick. Take a good look at this red cloth.

It goes up... up...

Shal we use Camilla? - Yes, she's gotta do it.

Ok.

I think it worked.

Amazing! - How does it work?

It's magic! Hey! More, more!

Better quit when you're on top.

If you weren't so good at football you could be the Norwegian David Blaine.

You could have him in your restaurant entertaining the guests.

Putting carbon dioxide in their drinks, it would be great!

I'll have no restaurant.

You should pick a good name for it, like "Høst" or whatever you like.

It's gonna be a 3 or 4 stars restaurant. Then Gordon Ramsey will come around.

"What's this shit?" Then he'll taste it and go like "Crazy good!"

Then the New York Times will... - I quit.

I quit my job at the restaurant.

Hi. - Hi. Long day?

More than you think. How's the knee?

It's getting better, I feel good.

You're not 100% healed yet.

Physio is doing fine. I can jog, hopefully I'll be able to run...

Don't lie to me. I need an honest answer.

What's wrong? - I just need an answer.

Now? Is it an ultimatum? - I might have to take a very unpopular decision.

What's funny? - For being a coach who doesn't want problems...

...you seem to spend a lot of time creating them for yourself.

Since when being unpopular bothers you? "Pussygate" just ended a few weeks ago.

Stilson didn't pass his medical exam. - He's perfectly fine.

He might have a gangrenous toe. - Are you kidding me? I told him 100 times to see a doctor!

We can't afford Mario right now. I need to know when you'll be ready.

Or we can sell someone and then sign him.

You're thinking of selling me?

No. Eivind.

In this scenario, we must sell Eivind.

Is it a bad idea? - It is.

We can do without you against Stabæk and Haugesund but then we play Molde...

I won't be back in time for Molde.

Maybe for the Cup.

What do you think I should do?

You're asking for my advice? - If we lose Eivind.

It'll be bad... for us and for you.

But you're so good at it! Like today, you got it all right!

Mitigating spicy food is the basic.

Is it for that guy harassing you? - That wouldn't matter if I'd been good enough.

What guy? - One of the cooks... but it wasn't about that anyway.

You left because...? - I'm not good.

I've eaten before at Værbitt's and today was much better!

That's not everything... forgive me but you don't know much about it.

I know what I like and what I don't. - Yes but...

Who said you're not good? - Me... them... everyone.

You mean the guy who wanted to sleep with you? - It's not that...

Who wants to sleep with you? - Nobody wants to sleep with me.

It was a misunderstanding. - Are you sure?

All I'm sure about is I'm not good enough. You can't understand...

What you mean I can't understand? - You don't know what's like not to be good at what you do.

To be fair, you've been nominated as best player in First Division.

And you're only 18.

Fine... quit then. - I already did.

I can't believe that guy! - I was mistaking about that.

You know what you want. You had a bad day, it's perfectly normal...

What are you gonna do then? - Me? I don't know.

But you gotta know right now. - It's not the same situation.

You have a great talent. - No I don't!

You do! - This is really annoying, you know?

What?

"Camilla... you're so good, you can get what you want!"

"You watched a couple of YouTube videos, you can work in a fancy restaurant!"

"Do like your mother did!"

You're mad at me for that? - No but enough already!

No more "Camilla, you're so good". - I was motivating you... you got the job after all...

They had me washing dishes 'cause they felt sorry for me!

Find your own dreams instead of meddling in mine!

Cut it out and shut up!

I...

I think I'll go home now.

Thanks for dinner. - Nils...

How it went? - Damn Aalesund!

They know our situation and they're taking advantage. We can't sell him this cheap!

It's enough to get Mario. - It's a steal!

We can't do it, it's disrespectful to Eivind!

He's not more important than the team. - They'll all turn against you.

The locker room, the players, the fans... this will cost you all your authority!

I'm sorry... you know I've always been on your side...

...but think carefully about what this choice is gonna mean.

I know exactly what it means. - Great...

In "Kjerringa mot strømmen" the lady was drowned by her husband.

She was a determined and sharp woman.

Didn't she have a stick? - That was "kjerringa med staven", another fairy tale.

A simple man, the husband.

You feel like drowning me now? - Just a bit... no.

I just wish we didn't have to do this.

He's not picking up. You think he's mad at me?

No... he's just a bit upset 'cause he...

He's... - What?

He's just... - You mean... with me?

Does that surprise you? - I don't wanna think about it.

Why?

I have very few friends here, I don't want any complications.

Yes.

I'll just go home.

You're going running? - I just wanna leave before Helena comes back.

Why? - No... I don't know...

You think she might get the wrong impression? - Maybe.

You're sure about quitting then?

In a way it's a relief but...

All I'd seen for me doesn't count anymore.

What do you see now?

Nothing.

I was able to close my eyes and see all I needed to do,

Now I close my eyes and it's all... - All black?

I must go.

Thanks for dinner.

I heard her, she's laughing!

I have to go, I'll call you back. See you in 40 minutes.

She was listening.

Some baby talk. - It's Japanese.

Where did you learn it? - She loves it.

Some brough over a manga magazine, La Manga. I found it nice.

I guess I got hooked up.

Anyways... you wanted to talk to me.

I don't want us to go on like this.

No... me neither.

I just think you stepped over the line when my baby was born.

You're right about that.

You're telling me you're sorry?

The first time we spoke you asked me to be honest.

So, no... I'm not apologizing. I did what I always do, the best for the team.

Ok... why are we sitting here? What is this about?

You heard about Stilson's foot?

Yes, he must see a doctor. - He's there now.

Tromsø cancelled the trade.

Ok. - That's really bad for us.

So... - We needed that money to sign Mario. Now we're in a bad shape.

We gotta find the money elsewhere and the only one we can trade this quick...

You're gonna sell me?

I don't want to but I don't see any other way out.

Maybe we don't need Mario that bad.

We won't survive the season without him... - You're really selling me?!

You think you'll survive without me?

I think so.

You're sure? - Yes.

No... who you're selling me to? - Aalesund.

You're selling me to damn Aalesund?! - They agreed. We need your signature.

You're not gonna have it!

You're going to a better club and you won't even have to move.

You want me to live in this city and play for Aalesund? You've gone mad?!

We're selling you cheap so you'll get a better contract. - Cheap? How cheap you're selling me?!

Fucking hell!

I had never been so wrong about someone in my life.

Michael was right about you. You didn't deserve my support.

Don't think I didn't appreciate that.

I was wondering if this was your way to say thank you.

For lying to the rest of the team to save my ass? No.

Why not? - This isn't about you and me.

That's right... you cannot apologize for what you did so you're just gonna sell me!

You're a coward! You're pathetic!

I gotta do what's best for the team. - Bullshit! Selling me it is not!

I'm not happy with what's gonna happen in the locker room or with the fans.

The locker room and the fans... what we are in here is what we are out there!

I have Otto to take your place but I have no one to replace Michael.

It's a simple equation. - This is not mathematics!

I'm not gonna sign. - It's stupid, you're 32.

This is your last chance to get a good contract, First Division is calling you.

I've been here for 5 years. This is my locker room,

these are my friends. My daughter has a cloth that says "Damn Aalesund"!

If you don't sign, your friends will drop in Second Division again.

What you're gonna do? Stay here? - Yes.

You think you'll be fine? - What can you do? Bench me?

You're not gonna do it!

You think I'm not good at apologizing? Well, I'm even worse at forgiving.

I have to be forgiven?! - Yes, I'm trying to do my job.

I'm trying to save Varg from dropping back and you're sabotaging me.

Bench me then! Let's see who lasts longer!

In 3 weeks we'll have a new coach and I'll be on the field.

And the team's relegated. - Who knows?

We have 2 scenarios: you sign and get a better paycheck in a better team.

Bloody Aalesund... - Who cares? You're from Stavanger!

I care!

You sign. All that you fought for will still stand, just like your love for this team.

Or you refuse, sit on the bench for a month, get me kicked out and watch your team relegated.

You can avoid this by swallowing your pride.

You'll be in Second Division, with a baby daughter, watching bloody Aalesund on TV.

Is this worth your integrity?

It's the best for the team... and that's what you always fought for.

That's why you're our best man, both in and out of the field.

But we must be objective.

I'll get the papers.

Ok, I think we're ready. Will you follow me?

Mario, I'm sorry for the wait. - That's fine, I'm a patient man.

We're sending off the paperwork now.

Where is the coach? Is he here? I need to meet him.

I am the coach.

I know... I'm kidding.

Your wall is full of pictures from the past. There is no room for the future.

You ought to make room for us.

I was running...

My battery died and I couldn't listen to music.

Get inside.

I need music when I'm running, otherwise I start thinking about stuff...

I did some thinking and...

I thought you have to move to Innsbruck.

You must move to Innsbruck. - What for?

Because... all your plans have gone now.

It's all perfect and you try to talk about it with your friends but they won't pay you attention...

...so you realize you don't belong here. When you look at your future, you see a black hole.

You don't go out. Your milk expired 'cause you don't go to the store.

You drink it anyway and you think it tastes like shit just like what you had for lunch.

Then you laugh about yourself and your dreams and the black hole becomes larger.

Then one day...

One day a bird flies right against your window.

You think it's dead... broke its neck or something like that.

It's the first time you see the sun in a long time.

You realize the bird is fine, just a mild concussion maybe.

It flies away and you just stand there.

The sun is shining... something like this but without the rain.

So you think that maybe tomorrow you'll drop down by the store.

Suddenly, the black hole has a little light in it.

You're at the store and buy the milk.

You read in a magazine that Iceland has the best resorts or about the violence in Mogadishu.

You think you could go down there and help or maybe go on vacation in Iceland.

Suddenly, the black hole has more lights in it. Between all that, black is getting narrower.

Maybe a little light will make you start cooking again.

You don't have to do it... but you can if you want.

You can choose any of the other lights too... then go to Innsbruck.

That's what I'll do? - Yes... and ski.

I can't ski. - Innsbruck is the best place to learn.

That's my point. You're 17.

Life is not about one thing... it's about a thousand things.

One of them might be skiing in Innsbruck.

That's what I was thinking.

Are you in Innsbruck too? - Yes...

...but I'm crippled and eat trash... and I can't ski.

But you're there.

ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV