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-You got your revenge. -You think?

PREVIOUSLY...

We're starting a war so you can move on?

Why the hell do that if we can't do shit without asking HA first?

They made me club president.

Thanks for the invitation. I wasn't counting on that.

What does your future wife have to say about it?

I take care of her, you know.

-Don't you miss it? -Not at all.

-Stop it. -Hit me back, for fuck's sake.

I now declare you husband and wife.

-They don't recognize the symbols. -They know nothing about real life.

-A bed fit for a princess. -Will she sleep in it till she's 18?

Hey! Hey!

Where's room 6?

CONTAINS SCENES OF A VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE

Broken families and inadequate schooling.

Outcast affiliations.

These groups were known to social services

from an early stage. You know the story.

The rest of society didn't really care.

Now they're shooting each other and getting a lot of attention.

Inspired by real events 1977-1984

Look what I've got.

-All well? -Yes.

There's only one piece per person. Only one piece.

Otherwise there won't be enough for everyone.

We don't want any trouble, okay?

They're just... They're young and happy. Up for it.

I think it's getting out of hand. Will it ever be enough?

No, it'll take more than that.

-Hello. -Hi.

What a surprise.

-You brought everyone. -Yes, of course.

Hi.

-Hi, you look great. -Thanks, Henning.

-You too. -Hello.

-Welcome. -Hi.

-Are you hitting it? -Okay, come on, Rub. Do it.

-Come on. -I just need to get the hang of it.

Was it your turn? Hello? Got it?

-I let the broad distract me, okay? -Darn, you really can't hit it.

It's nothing to be proud of. It's really ugly.

It's not ugly. Do you think it's ugly?

Do you want to see something that isn't ugly?

This gun here, right? That's pretty nice, right?

-In the right hands it's dangerous. -Hey, put that away, will you?

-You need to put that away. -Huh? Are you a school teacher?

-Huh? -I asked if you're a school teacher.

Sure, you can call me that. I run this place.

Do you know what I think we should do with school teachers?

Mackerel?

What the hell! Hey, Psycho? Give me that gun.

What the fuck are you doing, you moron?

Piss of! Piss off, I said.

For fuck's sake!

What the hell are you doing?

-I'm sorry, Sandbæk. -I'm too.

What a dickhead!

-People need to chill. -What's going on?

We shouldn't have invited him.

He was firing it. Here, take it. It's loaded.

-Why were they shooting? -I don't know.

-What are you doing? -I'm sorry.

Shooting your guns. Are you nuts? Out of your fucking minds?

I didn't do anything.

No, but you need to control your fucking club.

-Yes. -Easy now.

I won't drop reporting it.

No. I got that. I'm just trying to apologize.

You guys are totally off the rails.

All that violence.

-HA just keep expanding. -We're still the biggest.

This will end badly, really badly.

Sure. For the HA perhaps.

Do you understand your responsibility?

-Yes, I'm the club president. -Right. Right...

You are light years ahead of many of the other guys.

They follow you, right? Sometimes a little too blindly.

They're free, you know? They can do what they want.

I don't think you quite understand what I'm saying to you.

Steen, for example. He's very loyal, right?

Sure. But Rub is my best friend, right?

You do what you want.

If you come here, you have to follow the rules.

And I hope you will.

Because I think you're a good guy. Okay, Henning?

-Okay? -Sure.

Have a think.

-I need to talk to you. -Mackerel, you have company.

-Are you Mackerel? -Yes.

Damn, I forgot about that, man.

Didn't you make our guests feel at home.

They need a beer. Give me three beers.

Are you the one wiping his arse?

-Sure, I do my best to help. -Right. Hi, my old friend.

Just act as normal. Even if Frejlif can't talk.

I think he wants to join in.

His sister tells me how much you mean to him.

Sure.

Frejlif, old boy.

Hi.

Have a beer.

I'll put it here. Grab it when you feel like it.

You still insist on wearing that cool Filthy Few-vest, huh?

That's cool.

Don't just stand there and stare.

-Give him a bit of personal space. -I'm sorry.

There's a lot of us now, right?

We just keep growing.

We have a chapter in Aalborg now.

I think we'll be bigger than HA. The Ha-Ha's as I call them.

They'll regret this, right?

I bought a small house with Pia.

You remember her, right?

We bought a house with a pool and all the trimmings.

She loves water.

She's like a fucking fish in water all the time.

It's going brilliantly, right? Except when Psycho screws up and...

-I fucking don't, man. -Shut it.

What was Bullshit doing at a kid's party? It's bloody pathetic.

-You're going to see Sandbæk -To do what?

-Apologise. -Only if he drops reporting me.

I'm not going to prison for your teacher pal.

-No one touches Sandbæk. -Are you his little bitch?

-Why the hell are you saying that? -No one got hurt, right?

You're fucking crazy. What the hell is wrong with you?

What does the old president say?

Right, he's a vegetable, so he doesn't say much.

Is anyone in there, Frejlif?

-Relax, okay? -This is for Sandbæk.

If you don't apologise, you'll get one more.

-You baboons just shut up! Got it? -Calm down.

Take Frejlif, he needs to go home.

What the hell is wrong with you guys?

Henning.

I daren't think about what's happening in there.

-No. -This is the living room.

Yes.

-Oh my gosh. -I know.

There's still a few things missing...

It's...

-It's so cool. -It's really cool, man.

-With a sea view and everything. -Yes, the pool is right there.

-Pia loves water, you know. -It's like a miniature Spain.

Listen, Rub, I need to show you something.

-It's a pretty cool kitchen as well. -Sure. Wait till you see this.

What's that?

Huh? The cops will never find it.

-Clever. -You bet.

Is that auntie Pia? You're good at that, sweetie.

Is that fun?

Shouldn't you be getting one?

We could look after each other's babies.

Not while we're in this thing. That wouldn't work.

Right?

No one says you need to stay in this forever.

You're becoming pretty bourgeois.

So are you.

-Do you want to go back to mummy? -Yes.

We did talk about wanting to live a more normal life.

-Yes. -A safer life. With Sandy.

You see, I think that...

Henning has a tendency to control Steen.

Steen is a grown man who knows how to say no.

Otherwise, it's a shame you've had a kid with him.

-Shut up. -Freshly caught, huh?

Yes. Here you go.

You didn't show at the club today.

No, there's the little one, you know?

-This place is going to be great. -Yes.

You just need to sort this out.

Leave that crap, alright? Throw it over there.

What's the deal with that job? Is it for your father-in-law?

-Sure. It's not bad. -Okay.

At his warehouse.

I'm starting at the bottom rung, but...

I'll make warehouse manager if everything goes to plan.

Is that so, huh? Warehouse manager and family man.

Sure. You play football with the bourgeoisie and bought a house.

Are you getting out?

I have a kid, you know?

Do you understand that?

-Steen? Steen? -Yes?

I think we'll need to go home. Sandy is crying.

-Sure. -I can't get her to calm down.

-Right, I'm coming. -Let's go.

I'm a little nervous.

Same here.

-What are you struggling with? -This is some fucking shit.

Seriously, man.

It's annoying.

I wanted to say...

If you want to I do too.

Do what?

Get out, you know.

That'd be great, right? If I got out and you stayed.

You're too afraid.

Too afraid of what?

Walk down the street without your vest.

I do that all the time.

Okay.

I mean it.

Then tell everyone you're done with Bullshit.

Okay.

There you go. That shit's gone.

I'm done with Bullshit.

I mean it.

Okay?

-I'll give it a try. -Do you mean that?

That you're bourgeois now?

-What did you call me? -When?

-You said something just now. -I don't remember.

I think you called me bourgeois or something.

-You're sick in the head. -Right.

I'm calling the police.

Does life belong to us, or is it a fart,

passed just before it ends?

I want to kiss you on the lips forever

and forget bloody death and the shitty dispute.

Was that it?

Yes.

What is it?

Well done, sweetie.

995 kroner. Isn't that a bit much for a birthday present?

Sure, but I fucking love it.

He needs to know we're successful, right?

Don't you have something more serious?

-Serious? -Yeah, more earnest.

Those crazy days that wouldn't end.

You can't get off with your partner when you want.

Nothing stops until the day the enemy only has one shot left.

That's one fancy lawn.

-How's my hair? -Huh? It looks great.

-Hi. -Nice to see you. Come inside.

-Congratulations. -Darling, look who's here.

-Hi. -Hi. Welcome.

-Hi, Birthe. -Hi, Henning.

-Oh my God. You look great, brother. -Come on in.

-You've brought a present. -Sure. Of course.

Very fancy.

You can just... Leave it with the other presents.

What a nice place.

There are drinks and crisps and dips out there.

Great, delicious.

Have you met my parents, Pia?

-Thanks for not wearing the vest. -Right.

Birthe's parents are very conservative.

-Right. -Go outside and say hi to everyone.

There's beer and punch and everything, so...

Hi. Hello. Hi.

-Should we say hi to... -Yes, let's do that.

Hi, mum.

You look beautiful.

Hi. It's nice to see you.

-Have you met my dad? -No. Not yet.

-Jesper. Yes. -Hi, Henning. Hello.

You have a gorgeous home.

-Great place. -Holy crap.

We love having a garden.

We have a present for you as well. Pia?

-Yes? -Pia, come in here.

-Should I open it? -Yes, open it. Okay?

He's opening the present now.

-It's happening. -I assume you wrapped it, Pia.

Okay!

Wow. Oh, boy.

-A tanning lamp. -Yes.

-Okay. Thanks. -Sure.

It's for the face, you know?

My God, Henning.

How...

-You can exchange it. -Sure, of course.

I don't want to exchange it.

It's a great present. Thanks.

Birthe, come and have a look, darling. You have to see this.

I got a tanning lamp.

-Okay, look at that. That's... -For tanning.

-Okay. How... -For the face. Comes with glasses.

-You switch it on. -It'll tan your face.

-Great stuff. Thanks. -Many thanks.

I'll take this outside, because...

-Oops.. -Can I help you?

Yes, please, because...

Come here, okay?

And kick. Kick it.

Darn, try again. Kick it harder. Let's make a goal here.

Go over there.

Come on. Like a proper footballer.

Yes. No! It's a goal!

-There you go. -Why are you not wearing your vest?

Can I tell you a secret?

Maybe I'm not the club president anymore.

-Do you have a switchblade? -Huh?

No, of course Henning doesn't have a switchblade.

No, of course I haven't brought one.

Soft drink. I think Birthe has a soft drink.

Can't I have a chat with the kid?

Sure, we really like it. There's a small garden as well.

Henning is very handy, so... We installed a shower and a drain...

It's not enormous, but there's enough room for kids. Just in case.

Do you want kids?

What are you even thinking?

I hope you won't have kids. They will die.

No, don't...

What is she saying?

Nothing.

Do you want to say it?

Or do you want me to say it?

We've left Bullshit.

Really?

Can you really just do that?

-Sure, that's up to me, you know? -Sounds like a really good decision.

-Okay. -Who will feed the kids?

We will. What's that nonsense?

-Okay, but how will you get money? -Huh?

She's asking how we'll make a living. We'll figure that out.

I don't want her to work the street.

Stop, that's enough. Have some manners.

We've got lots of options. We have... You know...

We'll figure it out. Henning is good at writing.

You'll never have children.

What's that?

What's she saying, darling?

You'll never have kids.

You'll never have kids.

Why are you saying that?

-Listen... Pia, just leave it. -Huh?

Just leave it.

Aren't you going to say anything?

Hello?

What do you want me to say? She doesn't get shit.

We're saying we want to start afresh.

-And we tried, alright? -What do you mean?

I've been looking like an idiot all day.

I'm fed up with that.

-Don't scream at your mother. -I don't care if they hear it.

Did I raise you that way, you little shit?

Hey, hey, hey! Stop it!

Oops, no, I'm sorry.

No, that hurts!

Pia!

Hey. Are you okay? Look at me now.

-You're going for a ride with me. -Be quiet. We're tucking Sandy in.

Shut up, man. We never ride anymore.

We're always bringing the ladies or some shit. Come on.

It's not a good time, okay?

What the hell's wrong with you, man? Come on. Go for a ride with me.

-It's not a good time. -Don't be such a pussy.

-Stop it! -Okay!

So you still have balls.

-You still have balls! -Shut up!

Come with me then. Come on.

Here's a little something to get things going.

Come on, for fuck's sake. Okay?

This will do the trick. Come on!

Come on, Rub!

Now what?

-Hey. What are you doing, man? -Getting revenge, for fuck's sake!

This is pure suicide.

-For fuck's sake! -Let's get out of here.

We'll get that guy.

Hey!

What are you doing, man?

Mackerel!

Mackerel!

GRILL & DINER

-Hey, let's get him. -This is not a good idea.

Wait a minute.

Mackerel. Hey.

The bastard's ripe for picking.

You're in my part of town,

so piss off and let me drink my beer in peace and quiet.

Who says we can't be in your part of town?

Remind the bastard where Frejlif was when he was beaten to a pulp.

-Frejlif was on a street on Amager. -On his way home from a wedding.

Five of you ganged up on one guy.

Fuck, that wasn't us.

Bastard.

How about this, huh?

-Do you want to die today? -No!

No, stop, you don't want to do that. Hey!

-What do you know about what I want? -You'll get 16 years for that shit.

Take his vest off.

You're looking more and more like Frejlif now.

-Fucking cripple. You just need... -Hey!

We're out of here, okay?

Think bastard isn't going to have kids.

It would suck if there were small versions of him out there.

What are you doing, man? Come on.

Stop!

How about it, arseholes? Huh? For Frejlif!

He's back!

We were afraid you wouldn't come back.

-We thought you'd pissed off. -No fucking way.

Come on. I was talking to this guy. Get up.

Hey! He's out cold. He's gone a bit limp,

but he needs to take his punishment if he wants another chance.

Okay? Hey. Psycho. Psycho.

He still doesn't want to apologise, so let's make it hurt a bit more.

You are totally unstable. You are completely unstable, man.

You're a real bullshitter. A real bullshitter.

And you know what? Smell this. Smell this.

-You're not in a party mood, huh? -Can I just hang out, please?

Thanks for coming along. Alright?

Thanks.

Look how happy everyone is.

I have to show them the way.

Okay. Was that what we did? Because that's not my bloody way.

Listen up. Sponge, come here.

I wasn't the only one to beat up that vest.

Rub... Without him I would have struggled with the bastard.

-So cheers for Rub. -Yes, cheers for Rub.

Cheers.

Well done, Rub.

-My new vice president. -Yes! Okay.

What are you talking about?

-That's something we vote about. -Hell no. Cheers for Rub.

Bullshit's new vice president.

Rub, Rub, Rub...

Rub! Rub!

Yes, man!

You made it, man!

Hi, sweetie.

Are you awake?

Are you awake?

Hi, darling.

Betina!

Are you okay? It's almost over.

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