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-Are you getting out? -I have a kid.

PREVIOUSLY...

You dare not go outside without your vest.

That shit's gone. Bullshit's history.

Do you have a switchblade?

-Let's get a soda. -Can't we even have a chat?

We want to start afresh.

We tried, alright?

-What do you mean? -I've looked like an idiot all day.

Hey, hey!

They're going to regret this.

-Five guys ganging up on one man. -That wasn't us.

For Frejlif!

-We didn't think you'd come back. -I have to show them the way.

-But this is not my way. -Cheers for Rub.

Bullshit's new vice president!

Betina!

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

BULLSHIT

Hello, Rub.

Hello.

Anyone home? Rub?

There's a fire, for God's sake! Get out of bed. Get out!

-Where's the fire, man? -Everywhere. It's you.

You're fired up. Come on.

You look so stupid lying there.

Come on, man. Get up for some hair of the dog.

-Let me sleep. -No fucking way.

You can't be out cold while your wife is celebrating her birthday.

-Where's Betina? -I don't know.

Isn't she here?

What time is it?

4:30 PM.

-I need to pick up Sandy. -Shit, man.

Hello and happy birthday.

-Thanks. Hi. Where's Steen? -He's in the loo.

-I'm taking a piss. -Steen, open the door. Open it.

Relax. I know I need to collect her.

Do you, because it was at 4 o'clock.

-The kindergarten closes at 4. -Okay.

It's too late.

I ran all the way there.

-They'd closed. -Was she okay?

She was playing with a kindergarten teacher

who'd stayed behind. It's embarrassing.

I dropped her off at my mum's.

Do you remember we agreed that? Yes? Should I leave her there?

I mean it. My mom can take care of her.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, darling.

What is it you want? What is it?

-I want you. I want you. -"I want you?"

Then why are you doing all this crap? Shit.

-Betina! -All your crap, man.

-Relax. -Leave me alone.

-Sit down. Please sit down. -It's my birthday.

-Yes, I know. -So try to behave, alright?

I'm sorry.

Okay?

Sorry.

-We should have left long ago. -Sure, but we can't.

Yes, we can. You just need to talk to Henning.

I will. I will pull myself together, okay?

I've heard that before.

I'll talk to him.

When?

I'll talk to him today.

Okay?

Can you please wait a while? Before you leave me?

-Just a little while. -That's enough.

That's plenty.

-Hey. Give me a hand, okay? -No. Not happening!

Why hasn't this been fixed? Henning!

The girls will be here in a minute.

Hi, sweetie. Happy birthday.

Thanks, sweetie.

I hope he's bought you a huge present.

-We'll have to wait and see. -She bought you a bike.

Sure.

-Can I see that, Betina? -See what?

-No! -Alright, take it.

You're not staying this evening, right?

That's our decision. Isn't that right, Rub?

-It's a girls only party. -Girls only!

-Where are you going? -I'm just getting the booze.

Who told you that was okay?

Hey! Do I have to go on my knees to get a kiss from my wife or what?

Henning. Gross!

It's Betina's birthday today... Hooray...

-Did you remember the shots? -Yes.

There are two rules on my birthday. No weapons and no violence.

-No violence. -Yes, sure, understood.

There are brewskies in there.

Hi, Sponge, Sved, Gagger, piss off. Okay. You're leaving.

You'll have to carry me out.

Cheers for Betina.

-Gitte, look! -Yeah, I saw it.

Turn it up.

What the hell is going on with you?

Smile a bit more. You don't smile.

-It's your wife's birthday. -That's for me to decide.

I have a trick that'll make you smile.

-That hurt! -Sure, alright.

-Hey, do that crap outside. -Relax.

I don't want Sandy eating it by accident.

-I'm just... -Give me that shit. Relax.

-Give me that shit. There we go. -Give me some more.

-Can you handle it? -Of course I can.

I've heard HA is having a party.

Are you going there to beat them all up?

I'm just saying we have downtown to ourselves.

-You've got something there. -Don't do that.

-Rub? -I don't want anything.

-Come on, for fuck's sake. -I don't want any! Please move.

Rub, stop it. Relax, man, we're just lying here.

-It's my bed. -We're just borrowing it.

Otherwise you can just leave.

-Hot birthday girl. -Yes.

Don't touch them. They're for my guests.

-There's plenty, man. -Aren't you guys leaving soon?

You're not angry, are you?

-Is he okay or what? -Are we talking about Steen?

Yes.

What do you think?

-Stop it now. -You spilled it all over the bed.

What did I just tell you?

-I don't want this shit! Get out. -Relax, man.

Okay. I guess the party's over. Happy birthday, Betina, see you.

Alright, we're out of here.

It's a birthday party for the girls only.

You're right about that.

Rub, we're going. Come on.

-Just a laid back evening. -I'll take care of him.

-Happy birthday. -Bye.

Cheerio, girls!

-For fuck's sake. -What are you doing?

This is fucking excellent.

Let's have some beers.

What's happened here, Rub?

-It fell over. -Shit.

Come on.

-Got it? -Yes.

Shit.

It's okay. It's just a paint job. Easily fixed.

-Look after your stuff. -It was an accident.

Right. You never get so pissed you fall off your bike, you know?

-Right. Says who? -I do. And you listen to me, okay?

It's here.

Sure. Come on, Rub.

Drive safely, okay?

-Where are we going? -I don't know.

-Across the bridge. -Do you know "Sødick"?

-Sødick? -The bar, Søpromenaden.

That's part of the HA territory.

That's part of the HA territory. Yeah, I'm really scared now.

-They can't tell us where to go. -That's not what I'm saying, retard?

-Are you wetting yourself? -Shut up.

Mackerel.

-Are HA having a party? -Yes, I know they are.

Off to "Sødick".

Okay, okay.

Let's roll.

Huh?

Just a laid back evening, right?

Right. Are you under the fucking thumb or what?

I'm not under any thumb.

Okay, what the hell are you then?

I just forgot to pick up the kid. That's why.

That was your own fault.

You know what Betina is like.

Just because you've had a kid you don't have to act like one.

Relax, Rub.

It'll work out with Betina and Sandy and... Right?

You're a pretty good dad. Wouldn't you agree?

-Sure. -Don't you agree?

Sure. You've got speed all over you face.

Cheers.

-Let's have a great evening. -Crank it up!

Take it easy now.

That hurt, Sponge. Piss off.

Will you take care of it, Mackerel? For fuck's sake.

-No way! -What do you mean?

What's going on?

You know what I mean. We don't want trouble.

We're not making any trouble.

Come on, off you go!

-Sure, we'll find another place. -Stop it now.

Stop it. Listen to me.

We've heard your friends are partying elsewhere.

There's room for us. We won't hurt anyone.

I said no.

Right. Look at my magic trick. Pay attention.

-Oops. -What a stupid trick.

I'm not done. I'll give you one half, right?

You'll get the other half when you let us in.

Let us in.

Here we go!

-Cheers. Cheers for Rub. -Cheers.

For what?

Because you're a bloody great vice president.

And you always stand by my side.

Even when I'm acting like a right tool.

-Cheers. -To Rub.

Rub.

-We need something stronger -Yes.

We want something that tastes good.

-What do you have? -Great.

I need another one.

-We all do. -Where the hell are you going?

I need a wee.

Okay. Great.

I'll be back in two minutes, okay?

-She was looking at me. -What are you talking about, jerk?

Wait.

-Do you want to share this with me? -Sure.

-What's your name? -Cirkeline.

Really, okay!

Hello, Cirkeline, how the hell did you get so high?

Because I got off work early, and it's Friday, you know.

Lucky you.

My girlfriends say you are dangerous.

-They're right about that. -Open the door.

Open the door. We're going to fuck you up, man. Open the door.

Stay here, Cirkeline.

What the hell are you doing?

No way!

What the hell is going on?

-That's enough. -He's fine.

Shut up.

Come on. On your feet, old boy. For fuck's sake. Get up.

-Are you okay? -I've taken too much.

But you can still speak a little bit, right.

And almost stand up. So you're not OD'ing.

-I better go home. -Do you need a taxi?

-I'll take Psycho home. -No, shut up. Shut up.

-He's an adult. He'll sort it out. -I'll find him a taxi.

-There we go. -Come on. One step at a time.

That leaves the diehards.

Psycho's a lightweight, huh?

It's a Psycho free zone now, right?

Do I have to drag you around all the time?

I don't think anyone asked you to.

Shut up. Come on, alright?

I didn't ask you to, alright?

Then do something about it. Just tell me not to.

I'm just fucking with you, alright? I'm talking shit.

Don't listen to me.

Listen, all that dumb-ass Mackerel is history.

Don't leave me. Pretty please.

We'd like a bottle of bitter and six strong lagers.

Ouch!

I totally forgot about her.

Cirkeline, man.

There's lots going on with Sandy and Betina.

Sure. What the hell kind of name is Cirkeline?

-I'll just stick to beer. -No, you have to taste this.

It tastes of licorice. There you go. Cheers.

-It'll make me hurl. -Get a grip. Bottoms up. Come on.

Wash it down with this if you want.

She never got over them shooting through the window.

Right, that was pretty...

Are you listening?

Huh? Sure.

Tell Betina they won't be allowed to do it again.

-You know what? Just forget it. -No. For fuck's sake, man. It's...

-You don't know shit. -About what?

I'm saying you don't know shit. Are you deaf?

If it's about you wanting to leave the club just say so.

-These are for you. -There's more.

-That one almost started dancing. -It tasted better.

-Cheers, arseholes. -Cheers.

Cheers, for fuck's sake.

-Do you have any beer for us? -Come here.

I mean it.

Tine, how long have you and Sponge been together? Huh?

Well, we haven't really...

We've only known each other for a month.

We haven't put it into words yet.

So you're not getting married or having children?

-Shut up. -We're not sure about that, Rub.

What's it like being with a biker?

It's pretty exciting. But I like Sponge as a person, so...

-Have you ever heard about Johnny? -Johnny? No.

He was quite famous in within Bullshit.

-Stop it, Rub, okay? -Huh?

Can't I tell Tine about Johnny? I thought you were proud of him.

I fucking am.

Johnny was my best friend. He got shot by the bastards.

When did that happen?

-If you're angry with me... -Why would I be angry?

Can't you just tell her when?

He was shot the same evening he became a member.

I understand that you think it's exciting.

It's kinda like a comic, you know? You're entering a whole new world.

What would you like to drink? Move over.

Come on, relax.

What are you looking out? Aren't we out having fun?

-Can I have some more bitter? -You have to wait your turn.

Really?

I'll take care of it. Rub.

-Rub, relax. -Hey!

Sure, I'll grab them myself.

You're not taking anything. Get out of the bar.

-Relax. I'm just... -Relax, for fuck's sake!

Keep him under control, or he's got to go.

Listen, I'm keeping an eye on you, alright?

-Rub, come back to the table. -Let go.

-What the hell is wrong with you? -Wasn't this what you wanted?

For me to get drunk. I just do what you tell me to.

Rub, let's go outside and talk about it.

Shut up. You don't get shit.

What is it I don't get? Tell me what I don't get.

The club is all that you've got.

You would fucking die for it.

Because without it you're nothing.

I'm done.

But we can still have fun.

Come on, gimme a smile. Smile!

Relax. What are you staring at?

What are you staring at?

-Hello? Gitte speaking. -It's Mackerel.

Yes, yes, what is it? Are you okay or what?

Yes, all good. Can I talk to Betina?

No. She's partying. Why?

Because Rub is really drunk and I think he needs to be picked up.

Just send him home.

Send him home, I said.

That's easier said than done. Can I talk to Betina?

No, she's happy and you're the one who went out with Rub.

Could you please get her?

I'm coming, sweetie. I'm coming now.

You'll have to figure it out yourself, Mackerel.

Okay.

-Rub, they're kicking you out. -It is what it is.

Rub, take that shit outside. Or downstairs in the loos or.

-Go outside. -The evidence is gone, right?

-Can I talk to you, Rub, outside? -Of course, have a seat.

Just you and me.

Just you and me? Can't you tell the others as well?

-I'll tell you outside. -Tell the others as well.

Did you piss your pants, man?

-You're going outside. -Am I getting an proper telling off?

Open the door for me.

-Relax. -Go home.

Or what? Huh?

Hit me then, okay?

Or throw me out of the club. I'd thank you.

Hit me.

Hit me. Hit me.

You can't do it, huh? You weakling.

You are weak. You are so weak.

I'm not getting in there.

-14, Bøhmensgade -No!

I'm ready for more.

Rub, for fuck's sake.

Come on, man. Don't leave me, okay? Pretty please.

For fuck's sake, Rub, Come on now.

Shut up. I'll go home. I just need a piss.

What are you doing, man?

-Where is Mackerel? -He was pissed off.

Next round's on me. Five strong lagers.

-Let's dance. -Yes.

That wasn't very cool of Mackerel.

Fuck him. He doesn't give a shit.

-Where are you going? -Huh?

-Where are you going? -What do you think?

It's the police. You can't fuck in there. Come out.

Arseholes.

What's up?

Get out!

-Another one. -Shit! Rub.

-What's up? -It's HA.

There's only one. We are four. Five if we count Tine.

-I'm out of here. -Let's finish our drinks, okay?

We haven't done anything.

I'm going to the loo.

Where's Teeth and Gagger?

What's up? Do we have a problem?

Take him, for fuck's sake.

You are finished, man. You're dead.

Shut up.

Rub?

Help!

Stop!

Drive. Drive, for fuck's sake!

-Where are you going? -Bøhmensgade 14.

Hello? Hey.

14, Bøhmensgade, right?

That'll be 87 kroner.

What's happened?

Hello?

Are you okay?

Gitte, help me. The chair.

-You have blood on your face. -Give her something to drink.

-Here you go. -Water, for fuck's sake.

Oh, shit!

Betina.

He did buy a present.

I think we're going to Legoland. We're flying with SAS.

I've never been on a plane before. He knows that.

-Isn't that great? -Yes. But something has happened.

Huh?

It's just water. Come on.

What's your name? Tine.

Tine, what's happened?

They were drunk and we...

Hey?

-And... -And then what?

We went to Søpromenaden. Steen got really drunk.

HA came and beat them up. I took off and came here.

But I think it's bad.

What do you mean?

Henning. Was he there?

No, he'd gone home.

I need to get a hold of Henning.

What about Steen? Is he okay?

I don't know.

We'll check at the hospital. Come on.

-Why isn't he picking up? -Pia, come on.

...leave a message or piss off!

Henning, we're going to the hospital.

I think Steen has been beaten up. Can you please come?

-Come on. -Pia.

Come on.

You've called the lovebirds...

He's not picking up.

No one named Steen has been admitted.

No?

I'm sorry to inform you that both Henrik and Carsten are dead.

-No! -But not Steen.

-No. -What about Sponge?

-So... -Rikard.

Rikard Hansen. Rikard Hansen is on the operating table. He's stable.

Okay, I think Steen has gone home. I'm going home.

-Yes. -I'm going home.

I'll stay. I'll wait here for Henning.

Okay.

Pia?

Steen borrowed Henrik's health card.

Huh?

-Excuse me. -Yes?

Steen borrowed Henrik's health card.

Yes, hello, can you send Dr. Kristensen to reception? Thanks.

Listen. We need to identify them. So...

-Huh? -We need to identify them.

-Now? -We're going this way. Follow me.

Okay.

It concerns Henrik Jensen and Carsten Pedersen.

Yes. Please follow me.

I don't want to.

Have you seen a dead person before? It can be overwhelming.

It's Gagger. Carsten.

Do you recognize him?

I would like to see him.

Subtitles: Jakob Jensen plint.com