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Mm, thanks.

Thank you.

- Do I have to give a speech?
- Yes, Nils. You actually do.

- You look nice.
- Thanks.

Hi.

Well, there's that bag!
Let's get dressed.

Ingvar, are you okay?

Stop!

Shit!

In Order of Disappearance

I'm no speech-giver, but...
In Order of Disappearance

I'm no speech-giver, but...

I'm honoured to be awarded
Citizen of the Year.

But it feels odd to get an award
for something you enjoy doing.

I'm just a guy who...

keeps a strip of civilization open through
the wilderness for people.

When I was a boy,
I liked books about Indians...

and I guess I've become
sort of a... pathfinder myself.

Even if I keep finding
the same path over and over.

Well...

Well, thank you all.

Yeah, we sure had fun, didn't we?

Very good.

You were hilarious last night.

We had a nice trip.

Great. You have fun now.
And say hello from us.

- So, this is the new snow-blower?
- Yep.

Well, it's a real big boy.

Damn!

Shh...
Do you hear that?

It's the Farmers' Centrist Party
calling to you.

Clearly, you're a success, Nils.
That's no secret.

You're as Norwegian as they come,
without actually being Norwegian.

And we need guys just like you.
A successful, fully-integrated immigrant.

And "immigrant" is positive
in this context.

Well, Gudrun and I are fine.

I'm best at minding my own business.

Yeah, yeah, yeah... No.

If everyone had that attitude,
we wouldn't have a democracy.

- The award needs to be hung up.
- Yeah.

Here's a good spot.

Can you hold this, please?

Is that him?

Yes. Uh, overdose...

It's that, and that...
And that one is important.

Ingvar was no drug addict.

Sadly, all parents say that.

Ingvar was no drug addict.

What do you intend to do?

Young people destroying themselves...

not much we can do about that.

You're not going to do anything.

We didn't know our own son.

He was a drug addict,
and we didn't have a clue.

We didn't know anything.

- Ingvar's lying dead in there...
- Ingvar was never an addict.

Are you listening?!

Nils?

Finn?

Sorry.

It wasn't supposed to end this way.

I was just borrowing it...

I work for them.

I know when and where the cocaine
arrives, then I make deliveries.

I was just borrowing it, you know.

And Ingvar... It's the truth,
he knew nothing.

He did me a really big favour
without knowing it.

And they'll get me next.

'Cause it's my fault.
So, that's okay.

I only took one bag...

If one bag disappears they won't
notice who took it, I thought.

But those people always
find out, in the end.

- What people?
- You don't want to know.

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

What people do you mean?

Do you have any money?
I must get to Sweden.

What people do you mean?

Jappe is the only one
I had any contact with.

I only know Jappe.

Now you tell me where I find Jappe.
And then get the hell out of here!

Jappe?

Greetings from Finn.

- I don't think I know any Finn.
- Yes, you do.

You know my son Ingvar.
He works at the airport.

I know a lot of people.

Go back to your hick village...
and stay there. Nice and safe.

Okay?

Oh, fuck!

I want to know
what happened to him.

I want to know
what happened to him.

I just followed orders.

From whom?

Ronaldo.

Ronaldo said they had taken
something from us.

And then I got orders to fix that shit.
Make it look like an overdose.

Make it look like an overdose.

- Ronaldo... is that him?
- Yes.

Rune, is everything okay?

Are you okay?

- It's just Jonathan.
- What about him?

What's going on here?

- It's just Jonathan.
- What about him?

He's bullying me.

Okay, what will you do about it?

Rune, Rune...

It's not a problem.

Jonathan bullies you
'cause he thinks you're weak, right?

So you just have to show him
that he's wrong.

- You mean I should hit him?
- Yes, for example.

But that's not allowed.

You don't always have to listen
to everything you are told, you know?

- He's big.
- Then you have to hit him real hard.

But, then I'll be as dumb as him.

Jappe's disappeared.

Who is Jappe?

Jappe is one of my employees.

Listen, you guys?
This here feels kind of wrong.

I thought we'd agreed not to discuss
work on the way to school.

- Wasn't that what we agreed?
- Yes.

Did you remember the fruit?

He's supposed to have five different
kinds of organic fruit and veg daily.

Didn't we talk about this?

- Yes.
- Yes, we did.

Rune? That means no fruit today,
and I apologise for that. I'm sorry.

I hope you can see that I'm just
as innocent as you in this matter.

Bye, Dad.

Hey... Remember what I said?
You just...

LAPD!
It was totally awesome.

Just like on TV.
Shoot-outs and the Wild West.

They tried to shoot him twice.

They grazed his foot that one time.
He was alright, but...

It's just insane.
I got this cup from him.

I think you should get out.
You'll probably survive.

Next time, you're getting out.

- Who's that?
- Nils Dickman. Citizen of the Year.

Come off it... Dickman?
Not so lucky with his name, poor guy.

Aren't you going to ask where I've been?

Who asked you and Jappe
to kill Finn and Ingvar?

Strike said it had to be done.

And that they shouldn't disappear.

If Norwegian kids just disappear...

there's always some obnoxious
parents out looking for them.

Where do I find Strike?

Where do I find Strike?

- The airport.
- He works at the airport?

He flies in with the coke
and out with money.

Is that him?

Good.

You're so fucking dead.

- That's the fourth gym bag you lost.
- Why do you think that is, Marit?

Because I have a job, right?

Because I'm trying to earn money,
so we can afford gym gear.

So you take this,
and buy all the gym gear...

the boy will need for every
gym class for the rest of his life.

Thanks for stopping by.

I spoke to my lawyer.

We propose that he stays with me
10 days and four with you.

One week with me, one week with you.
That's the deal.

It's confusing for him.
He needs a base where he feels secure.

Fine! He can live here all the time.

That won't work.

We both know what
kind of a father you are.

- You give him Fruit Loops for breakfast.
- The fuck I do! Froot Loops?!

I'm a vegan, for fuck's sake!
He hasn't eaten additives in this house...

since you stuffed him full of
cheap baby food!

- Is this a bad time?
- Not at all.

I'm just discussing Froot Loops and
gym gear with my son's mom. A nice chat.

My lawyer will be in touch.

It's interesting that you
bring that up, Marit.

I actually wanted to discuss
that with you.

Which of us do you imagine can afford
the most expensive lawyer?

- What the hell is it now?
- Ronaldo's disappeared.

Relax. He won't come here.
Don't worry about him.

Who are you?

Nils.

There isn't room for both of us.
There's a turning place back there.

I'll try that.

You're not wearing a seatbelt.

Do you have any idea
who you're fucking with?

Tell me.

Who is it?

You are so finished.

Who is it?

You tired now, old man?

Yes.

My cocaine is one thing.
15 kilos of pure cocaine is what it is.

But, my people are another matter
One or two guys can disappear...

But three guys don't fucking disappear
unless someone makes them disappear.

There's someone out to get
my people and my territories.

And it isn't very hard to figure out.
It's the fucking Albanians.

They're Serbs.

We split up the city, didn't we?
We divided the region, town by town.

They even got those fat oil pigs
in Stavanger.

I let them use the airport.
They got to land their shit here.

- I called it "peaceful coexistence".
- Yes, you did.

- I've been real fucking nice.
- Way too nice.

And this is how they thank me.
This is how they thank me.

The land their shit at the airport
several times a week.

Head up there. Grab one of them.
Get me one of them.

- You know what he looks like?
- He'll stand out, I'm sure.

This country is madness!
It snows all the time.

- It's the welfare state.
- Welfare?

There's no warm country with welfare.
Name one sunny country with welfare.

If the weather's great,
you don't need welfare.

You pick a banana, and all is well.

- What's going on?
- It's the snow.

In Bali, Thailand, Vietnam,
people have to manage on their own.

Spain is in the pits.
Portugal is too.

Greece is in the pits. So is Italy.
Those are all warm countries.

Hospitals don't have staff. You starve
unless your family brings food.

South America sucks. Africa sucks.
California's on the brink of bankruptcy.

Sunshine or welfare.

I have something in my eye.

- In your eye or on it?
- On my eye.

Yes.

- You should see a doctor.
- No, it's nothing serious.

I can see him.
It's my night vision that's bad.

- Shall I drive?
- No.

I can drive.

Not getting much out of him.

He hasn't said a word.
Been at it all night.

Yes. No, well then...

Maybe we're done talking.

Perhaps this will teach them to behave.

CONVOY
WAIT FOR SNOW-PLOWING VEHICLE

- Long time no see.
- Yes.

What do you want?

Someone killed Ingvar.

- Killed?
- Someone had someone kill him.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you're his uncle.
I never asked you for anything.

Here, sit on this.

- Turn it off.
- In two minutes.

- Give me the remote.
- What are you doing? Don't be silly.

You know you think this is sexy.

Stop it! Hey, that hurts!

Go and make us some coffee!

Rumour has it Ingvar and some kid
named Finn stole a bag from the Count.

The Count? Do you know him?

I used to work for his father, Bullit.
Then his son, the Count, took over.

He got real big. He and the Serbs
are sharing the market.

- I'm going to kill him.
- You?

You could never kill anyone.

I already killed three people:
Jappe, Ronaldo and Strike.

I rolled them up in chicken wire
and threw them over the waterfall.

Chicken wire?

Yes, so the small fish can get in
and gnaw the flesh from the bones...

so they don't swell up and float.

But the Count isn't any
fucking Ronaldo or Jappe.

He's one dangerous bastard.
You'll never get to him.

Thank you.

What's he doing here? You're not
supposed to be with criminals like him.

- He's my brother! My little brother.
- Little brother, my ass!

She's just a bit worried that you're
one of the guys from the old days.

I promised her that
I would stay straight.

At the least, I have to try.

- Forget it, Nils.
- A father must avenge his son!

When did you become Dirty Harry?
Screw it all. Just drop it.

Nils!

Wait a minute.
Don't be so damn childish!

You're just as irritating as Mom.

If you badmouth Mom,
I'll knock your teeth in.

Okay.

The Count's name is Ole Forsby.

But if you want to kill him,
you have to get a hit-man.

A hit-man?

How do I find one?

There's one called the Chinaman.
I think he's still in business.

What is it with these names?

The Chinaman, the Count,
Dirty Harry, Bullit, Jappe.

It's an old gangster thing.

So, what were you called?

Wingman.

- Wingman?
- Yeah, you know... like in Top Gun.

The movie.
"You can be my wingman."

Where do I find the Chinaman?

Did you get the money?
Forget her, she's clueless.

- Did you get it?
- Yes, 90,000.

Okay.
You book a hotel room for him...

and give him half the money
up front.

He's terrified of flying, takes the train.
Pick him up at the station.

But not in your own damn car.

Take a taxi, give him the address,
go home and wait, check online.

When you're sure he's dead, send
a courier with the rest of the money.

Any questions?

Why's he called the Chinaman?

It must be cold here
for a Chinaman.

I'm Danish...

Japanese.

The money.

I need it all up front.

No... it's half now,
and the rest when I...

I don't know your name.
I don't know your house.

I don't know if you're a man who
sends the rest when it's done.

As a biologist,
I'm quite optimistic.

We have gotten more humane
towards humans and animals.

What 100 years ago
was considered normal behaviour,

is now looked upon as barbaric.

The reality is,
our species is less violent.

- We already got our sushi.
- Not about sushi.

Please, come in.

Look here.
Another unannounced visitor.

Exotic today, how nice.

- Yes?
- Yes, I want to sell.

Then let's see if I'm buying. Rune?

We're just having a little meeting.
Would you go grab a carrot?

Okay.

Someone is paying me 90,000
to make you... cool.

Cold.
It's called making me cold.

- Cold? Okay.
- Is it the Albanian Papa?

- We're having a bit of a quarrel.
- Papa is a Serb.

- No, it's not Papa.
- Who is it then?

That's what I'm selling.

You want to sell me the name of
someone who wants me cold. Got it.

- Exactly.
- How much?

- The same amount, 90.
- That's fine. You're a business man.

I know. You Chinese
are the Jews of Asia.

- So, you buy?
- I buy.

Deposit the money here. When I see
money in the accounts on Cayman...

I tell you the name of enemy.

It's called the "account".
Not "accounts".

Singular.

Fine.

- Dickman.
- Dickman, Dickman...

No shit, my Dad had a
Dickman on the payroll.

What was he called?
Wing, Wing... Lord? Wingking... Geir?

- Wingman.
- Wingman! It's fucking Wingman!

- Good old Wingman wants to get me!
- Now, I go.

Listen, I just have one quick question
to ask you about morals.

You're in Norway now.
This isn't some Banana Republic.

- Bananas...?
- Here in Norway, we honour our deals.

- You give money, I give enemy.
- Yes, you've honoured that deal.

But you made a deal with
a paying Norwegian citizen...

to ice me.
That deal you chose not to honour.

Disgusting.

Would you please leave the carpet?

Real good Maki roll.

- Does it smell like burnt sushi?
- No, more like flied lice, right?

Right, deep-fly, you know?

- Spling loll?
- Kung Fu tomaki.

Fucking hell, what if we're caught?

No one will catch us
as long as we're careful.

Hey, it will be fine.

Yes, I lit all of them.

- How did it go?
- It went well.

- I pretty much did what you said, so...
- "Pretty much"?

I gave him all the money up front.
He can't trust me, a stranger.

- The ski conditions here are great.
- For fuck's sake!

I just thought that skiing
would do you some good.

Do you know what
Dickman means in Norwegian?

Cock man!

So it does.

Newly-divorced "Bakery Magnate":
Enjoying the Freedom!

Hello, Wingman!

Do you have time for a quick chat?

It's actually more like
a friendly request.

Hello, hello.

It's been a long time.
Do you remember me? Ole, you know.

We have room for others here too.

Are you sitting comfortably?

You've grown old,
and we must take care of you.

Shit. I need some help.

Someone out there is after me.
A hit-man named Dickman.

I only know one Dickman,
and that's you.

Naturally, it could be a coincidence.

It may be someone else altogether.
But I don't believe in coincidence.

So I thought I would just
come up here...

and I must ask you
to help me find out...

is there's someone in your family...

who doesn't like me so well.

Right?
An uncle or a father...

or brother or a cheeky nephew or...

Dickman...

I never forgave your father.

What?

He took my woman from me.

Listen, that swinging dick
had thousands of women, you know?

One of them was mine.

And what does that have to do with me?

His blood runs through your veins.

His grin is on your face.

You know what? I've come a long way,
hoping for a good story at least.

I took all three of them down:
Ronaldo, Jappe, Strike.

Just to get warmed up.

And now you're telling me this,
just like that?

So the Chinaman didn't get you?
Too bad.

You can do what you want to me.

I have cancer in my ass.

You mean shit to me.

- Where's my cocaine?
- I flushed it down the toilet.

- 15 kilos.
- At least. - 15 kilos!

I can give you a painful death.

Pain is just weakness leaving the body.

Oh, fuck man. Oh shit, so touching.
That's so fucking deep!

That's fine, then.

That's totally fine.

That's the way it will be...

Wingman.

That's not how things are here.

It is now.

They called us to say
where we could find him.

What did they attach him to?

1389!

- This is a serious provocation!
- What are you talking about?

The Norwegians don't know of the
Battle of Kosovo in 1389.

It's just the elevation above sea level.

It was his first trip.

"Give me a chance...

"I am a grown man...

"I am your son...

"You'll be proud of me."

And now he's hanging there,
in a foreign land.

Like a mongrel.

We shall bury him
in the fatherland.

Yes, we shall.

- We shall have revenge.
- Yes we shall, Papa. We shall.

Hi.

Fuck! What the fuck?

- You forgot about it?
- Huh?! - You forgot.

- One fucking parents' meeting!
- One?

I was at a meeting last month, Marit.

I went to a parent-teacher meeting
and that fucking bullying seminar.

So back off! I have a damn difficult
and challenging job.

Relax, you're not an important
businessman, Ole. You're a criminal.

You know what?

You think you know me so well.

But you don't fool me
with your fucking hipster mittens.

I remember when you travelled the world
buying whatever you fucking wanted.

Nothing wrong with me
or my money back then.

So take that fucking meeting and shove it
so far up your dry, Danish ass...

that you never find it again.

I don't give a rat's ass about
parents' meetings or you.

It's not always easy being me, Geir.

Yes, what was it?

Well, if it was Dickman
who killed our people...

then the Serbs must be pissed
about the guy we hung on the sign.

Do you want some tea, Papa?
You must be tired.

Condolences. I will protect him
with my own life.

We had a good deal.

We divided up the cities.

We agreed that shitty little
airport would be used jointly.

And we have kept our part
of the agreement.

And how did they keep their part?
Well, they killed my only son.

My only son is now on his way to
Mother Serbia, to be buried.

We will stay here,
and it's time for revenge!

Blood for blood.

A son for a son!

Look at that!
She's fucking picking up shit.

What's she doing with it?

It's a Norwegian thing.
They all do it.

Goddamn it.

Does your tooth still hurt?
Why don't you go to a dentist?

When do I have time for that?

- Ever been in a Norwegian prison?
- No, not yet.

You're in for a treat!

Good food, served warm.

- Good food?
- You're not going to believe it.

- You get pension points for working.
- You're just fucking with me...

I swear!
And everyone's nice and polite.

No guards bothering you, no rapes.
Even the inmates are nice!

No rapes, nice guards...
Come off it...!

Modern society... Civilisation!

Look, I got all my teeth fixed.

In prison?

She's picking the kid up this week.

A week with the father,
a week with the mother.

Imagine sharing your son.

What kind of people are they?

- That thing with the Albanian
wasn't so smart. - Serb.

- He was a Serb.
- Not anymore.

So we have a fucking problem,
and we need a solution.

Any of you got any good suggestions?

Well, I don't know...

It probably wasn't a good idea
to attach that note to him.

They probably want an apology.

Yes, perhaps I should buy
a bouquet and send them a card.

They want something big.
Something in return. Something of ours.

Hey... Is there more coffee?

Thank you very much.

What?

Yes. Now they'll get
something in return.

So they understand that we're very,
very sorry. Thank you very much.

Cut off his head, box it up. Deliver it
to them and say this is the culprit.

Say that all we want is peace,
and give them our condolences.

Then maybe we'll get some
peace and quiet around here.

- Is everything ready?
- We have everything...

Tape, rope, bag, everything?
Good.

It's me. We're here.
Should we nab the kid?

Why is that?

All right. Deal.

They say we should wait.

- What should we wait for?
- They sent a messenger.

What the fuck...

Papa says we should wait.

Look, it's the Pink Panther.
Come on.

Draw the curtains, will you?

It pains me to say this...

But I need a son for my son.

- Careful...
- Do it again and I'll shoot you.

- Now?
- Yes...

You don't want cavities, do you?

- But this is Mom's week.
- I know. She asked me to pick you up.

I'm doing her a favour.
Come on.

Hello. It's me.

Just wait until we're done.

Move!

You don't work for my father.

- Who were those men?
- I have no idea.

- They got away in a panel van?
- Yes, there was writing on it.

- What did it say?
- Name and telephone number.

It was that village near the airfield.

It'll be no problem to find
the kid or the van. Or that guy.

Remove him before he starts stinking.

He hung up, that rat!

That fucking Count will shit his pants
when I tell him I have his son.

I'm not going to put up with this.

They can't just take my son
and not phone. It's not done like that.

No one shoots a messenger. What's with
those fucking Albanian monkeys?!

Fucking Mohammedan swine-cunts!

We know how they carry on,
fucking dogs and pigs day and night.

Fuck that filthy gang of
inbred maids and day labourers!

Fucking East-European monkeys!

Now they fucking took my boy.

My little boy.

They fucking took my little boy.

I want you all to know that
I'm not going to put up with this.

Have you gone mad?!

This is my week! You have no right
to pick up Rune without asking me.

Are you so dumb that
you kidnap your own son?

Now I get custody, like that!

You'll get to see him two hours
per month, supervised, if you're lucky!

My lawyer says you've ruined
all your chances.

I take Rune now,
and you won't get to see him...

Yes!

- Do you live here?
- Yes.

- All alone?
- Yes.

- You don't have any kids?
- No.

It wasn't real smart of you,
taking me to your home.

I'm just going to talk with your dad.

Now?

Tomorrow.

- Welcome!
- Good evening.

- No way! Are you nuts?
- She's fucking with us!

Papa, they only have two large rooms.

One is mine.

I'll pay cash as usual.

Where will you sleep then?

- I sleep in the room in here.
- But what if I run away?

You won't. You'll freeze to death.
And you won't find the way.

I usually get to hear a story
before I go to sleep.

I have no stories.

You can just read something.
It doesn't matter what it is.

"It has two independent
MTU diesel engines...

"with a total output of
more than 2,000 horsepower."

- I have one like that.
- You?

Why? Aren't you a kidnapper?

Not always.

This one has a capacity of
4,000 tonnes of snow per hour.

Throwing distance of 30-35 meters.
Weight: 5.8 tons.

- It's a nice one.
- Can I get a ride in it?

You're going to sleep now.

Have you heard of the
Stockholm Syndrome?

First, the foreigner hanging on the sign,
then we found the Swede at the dam.

It sure as hell smells...

It smells like a gangster war.
For sure.

- Would you please call the police?
- If we do, they'll kill Rune.

Marit, you must listen to me now.

Is it you or me
that understands this situation best?

They're going to call,
and tell us what they want.

Then, I'll give them what they want
and we'll get Rune back.

That's the way it works.

- In 24 hours, I'm calling the police.
- In 24 hours, he'll be back.

- I hope you burn in hell.
- Fine, see you there, Marit.

We haven't found him, yet.

But this is a small town.
Sooner or later, we'll spot his car.

Right?

We'll go... and keep searching.

- It's the janitor from Rune's school.
- Nice! Hey, there!

Just tell him what you told me,
and you'll get the money.

I just mentioned that car,
and the guys who took the boy.

There was a name
and an address on the car.

Buy my memory's not
what it used to be, and...

I seem to recall something...

There was a phone number too,
but I don't remember it.

I struck me as sort of
a strange name. Dickman.

He hasn't spoken with the police.

- How much are we talking?
- 30,000.

There's 30, yeah.
And that's 29.

Dickman has a fucking relative.

Yes?

I have your son. If you want
to see him alive, come alone.

I know how it works.

I guess you want money, too?
It's normal to ask for money.

We'll talk about it when you arrive.

I'll jump in my car now,
but it will take me until this evening.

Hey, there! You have some fancy visitors
waiting for you at your place.

- Fancy visitors?
- They asked me for directions.

They had on suits and ties.
They looked like right-wingers.

We were sort of hoping you might
join the Farmers' Centrist Party.

But of course,
it's entirely your decision.

But it's good to see
you're back on your feet.

It must have been a hard blow
with Ingvar.

Remember Finn, Heimdahl's son?
He started using narcotics, too.

They found him yesterday.

- Is this one yours?
- No. That's some old machinery.

None of them are mine.
Come here.

Now you stay here
until someone comes to get you.

Look here.

Look here.

Nice, now we know his wife is a cow.

I was looking at the snow-blower.
And his company.

- Where the hell is Geir?
- I think he's in the front car.

- Radovan, are you going to try that?
- Sure, why not?

Hello?

I'm listening.

...number 14.

Radovan! What do you think
you are? An eagle?

A Serbian eagle!

Papa, we have the man. We have the address,
everything! Did you hear, Papa?

- Why do you have a rifle?
- Stop asking questions!

Just do what I say!
Stay here.

Why are you so angry?

You have to do as I say, okay?
Now, stay here!

Get in.

Where is my son?

Where is my son?

You know what? If I have to ask about
something three times, I get grumpy.

And then I'll start finding other
ways to get you to talk.

And you may think my profession
isn't real creative, but it is.

And with a guy like you,
we'll use good old traditional methods.

I'll pull out your fingernails,
cut off your fingers...

chop off your hands,
remove your ears and cut off your nose.

And that part with the nose...

you're not going to like it.

- OK. I'll go look for Rune.
- Good.

Talk to you later, then.

Will you give a message...

to Marit?

Tell her that...

she's a cunt.

Subtitles transcribed & timed
by lordretsudo