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Take him out.

Nasty shit becomes routine when you live like a gangster.

You think you're prepared for everything.

Until the day you're ordered to kill your best friend.

My dad knew every Pakistani in Oslo, and they all knew him.

It always took forever to walk down the street.

- And he always had to haggle. - Hello. Welcome.

I hated that.

What are you looking at, boys?

Ask how much they are.

- How much are these? - 398 kroner. Levi's.

398 kroner, dad.

I heard him. Ask how much these are.

- Those are girls' pants. - Ask how much they are.

- How much are these? - They were in the discount basket.

They are 49 kroner per pair.

Nice quality, but not exactly your style.

I know.

In Pakistan they cost ten rupees. That's five kroner.

Tell him 100 kroner for all four.

Can we buy all four pairs for 100 kroner?

They are 49 kroner each. They are already on sale.

I've never heard a Pakistani haggle so poorly!

We'll take these. Damn kids grow so fast. 100 kroner?

No, as I told your son...

My son doesn't understand anything! 125 kroner. You're expensive.

They are already on sale! 196 kroner.

Come, boys!

150 kroner. My final offer.

Hey, garlic!

- Where do you think you're going? - Inside.

- You can't get in. - Why not?

Because you stink.

I was 13 that fall.

I lived in one of the safest, most boring cities in the world.

But my life was far from boring.

The three of us were inseparable.

Munawar was always looking for action and always in a good mood.

Riaz was my neighbor. We were like brothers.

I was the smallest. Not the youngest, but the smallest.

Being small has its advantages. Everyone thinks you're innocent.

Look! Levi's.

This is excellent.

We watched Bollywood films, and dreamt of being like those heroes.

We weren't going to end up losers.

A bus driver was the last thing we wanted to be.

All Pakis in Norway were losers, with a few exceptions.

47, 48, 49, 50!

Come on! Get up!

OK, now a combination. Come on, you and me.

You meet someone, make small talk. A bouncer, or whatever.

What? What have we done to you?

And there! Step back, and...bang! His eardrum is popped, OK?

You meet some guy...

OK, pay attention. Then you go like this. Got it? Up there!

Saddiq was the most dangerous person we knew of.

Saddiq and Khalid, his brother, trained Pakis for their gang.

The gang was called East Side Crew.

You didn't mess with them.

Come on! Good!

Punks!

What are you doing here? Are you spying?

- What did you see? - Nothing.

Spies get punished, right? Line them up. One for each of us.

Try the first combination. Remember the elbow.

- Don't! Please! - Shut up!

Wait! I found a boxcar full of Levi's.

- Like the ones we're wearing. - Where?

- Right over here. - Where?

Show me.

If you're lying, I'll beat the shit out of you. And you. And you.

Where are they?

They're... What do we get for showing you?

Attitude! He has attitude! I like that.

You got a big mouth, huh?

Just show me.

- What are your names? - Wasim.

- Munawar. - Riaz.

I have a job for you. If you dare.

What kind of a job?

Come on, guys!

"...and his disciples rebuked those that brought them."

"But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them..."

Thank you, Eva. Wasim?

Can you read for us? Page 107.

Start from "...said unto them." At the top of the page.

"Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not,

for of such is the kingdom of God."

What do you think he meant by that?

Who?

Jesus.

How should I know?

This is the third time you haven't paid attention.

- Please leave. - Leave? Where?

- Out in the hall. - What the fuck?

- What kind of language is that? - Fuck, I haven't done anything!

What is the matter with you?

You simply can't behave like that here.

The Norwegian school is based on respect.

Respect for each other. Respect for the teachers. Respect for yourself.

Everyone has to respect each other.

For Riaz. Here.

Munawar. Come on.

And Wasim.

You are expelled for one week.

And your parents must sign this letter.

Wasim, what is this?

I had a school project and got the highest grade.

The highest grade again! Where do I sign?

You can sign your name here.

Mom didn't say anything. She didn't understand Norwegian.

Pops worked as a night watchman and had a cleaning job.

When he was home, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Wasim, go make tea for your father.

I don't want tea. I'm going to sleep for an hour, then back to work.

- Where are you going now, Wasim? - I have practice.

OK. Bye.

- Who is it? - Is Riaz home?

- Yes. Would you like to eat with us? - We have to hurry.

- We're in a hurry! - Riaz, have you eaten?

Hey, the boys showed up! Come on. Let's get going.

- Hi, Bullet. - Hey there.

Everything OK?

Come on.

Hey, hold on!

- What's the matter? - What's this?

What the hell do you mean? That's 250.

- 350,000. - Give me a break!

You didn't mention the alarm. That costs more.

Carry everything back!

What's this? An alarm? I'd like to know about things like that.

320. That's all I've got.

320,000.

You think this is a flea market?

Fine. Forget about it.

OK!

Fine.

Go fuck your sister!

What was that?

What was that?

I just said you were a good business partner.

You can save that monkey language for the jungle.

We stick to city talk here.

Go ahead, boys!

Here. Keep your mouths shut, and we might give you more jobs.

Wasim, what are you doing home?

No school today. Planning day.

Who was that at the door?

No one.

Goddamn kids! They have no respect.

If I get my hands on them, I'll wring their necks!

Haven't you learned...

I'm sorry. I thought it was those bastards...children that...

Are you Wasim Khan's father?

I'm his principal. Is Wasim home?

Wasim? Yes, he is home. Wasim!

There you are. Why haven't you been to school for three weeks?

Three weeks?

You disobedient, stupid brat!!

Why don't you read and memorize? You little brat!

Get out there and read!

Dad sent me to Pakistan to study the Koran.

So I would become more respectful.

Pakistan was like a different planet. What was I supposed to do there?

Wasim? You have to go to school!

Wasim, where are you? I know you're hiding.

You're just doing this to irritate me.

I won't give up until I find you!

I lived with an aunt I didn't know.

She nagged all the time, just like everyone back in Norway.

Dad left me alone there for two years.

In the village he himself had left. Everyone was foreign to me.

I had no one to talk to.

When I was 15 I came home again. Almost everything had changed.

Dad had bought a snack bar and we had moved to Stovner.

A goddam boring place, far from the city.

Hello? Hello?

- Who was that, honey? - No one, mother.

- Wasim, where are you going? - I'm just going out.

He's here! Get out of the car, boys. Come on.

East Side Crew hadn't become any smaller.

The major newspapers had yet to realize there were any Paki gangs.

And the politicians wouldn't understand anything for years.

Good to see you!

TEN YEARS LATER

East Side Crew had become renowned in the '90s.

And we three buddies had stuck together.

Munawar.

Riaz.

And me. We three were the super-sellers.

We handled everything that could be bought and sold in Oslo's underworld.

Farooq and his muscle boys

- beat up, threatened or whacked anyone who got in our way.

Farooq was the worst. Saddiq trusted him 100 %.

And then there were the leaders: Saddiq, and his big brother Khalid.

They came to an uncle in Norway as kids.

He beat the shit out of them. Refused to let them go to school.

One day the uncle disappeared. Everyone suspected them.

But no body was ever found.

Their goal was to take over Oslo.

The only one in their way was the Bullet.

Hey, guys, feel free to come and play whenever you want.

Isn't it nice here?

Best place in town.

Hey, we aren't here to play. Come on, boys.

Bullet, I want to buy.

The usual place. 1500 for a fiver.

No. 1000.

Saddiq, lots of guys want your job.

We had an ongoing business with the Bullet, buying and reselling smack.

But Saddiq felt we could be bigger. So we started importing our own.

We had monthly mules from Pakistan. Via Copenhagen, Stockholm, Amsterdam.

We had a lot of smack, but no trouble getting rid of it.

Our biggest client was the Swede.

A failed rocker who dealt drugs to other failed rockers.

He was the Bullet's client, but we didn't give a shit.

Hey, Wasim.

Hey.

You're late. You want my business to go to hell?

Something to drink? Whiskey? Vodka?

I have Corona. "Straight from Mexico, hombre!"

Everything OK?

We always kept the cash one place, the stash somewhere else.

- Yeah? - You can order the food.

Get caught with cash and drugs in the same place, and you're fucked.

Harry was the Swede's drug tester. He was awesome.

Harry could tell where it came from,

- and most likely who smuggled it in.

We have a deal. You've got 14 days to pay the rest.

1,530,000 in cash. Monday the 25th at 12 noon. Sharp.

This is as good as sold. I need more by the end of the week.

- The same amount? - If that's all you can get.

Or should I go back to the Bullet?

Pay us within a week, and we'll get you more.

- Deal? - Deal.

Respect.

Respect, man!

The Bullet didn't like us stealing his clients. Something had to happen.

Those gunshots could have triggered a war.

But Saddiq understood that would be bad business.

The Bullet stuck to the west side,

- we took over the rest of Oslo. Times were good.

We made more than we could spend. All those other Pakis were losers.

They never got any respect, while we took the respect we deserved.

We were kings on the town.

Thank you, God, for my devoted son

- that manages to get home at five a.m.!

- Give me your key! - What?

Shut up and get out! I know what you're up to.

You're no longer welcome here.

You think that makes me sad? That I like living here?

You think I live here for my own sake?

God help you if you walk out. Imagine what people will say!

My sons shall marry

- and live with their wives and children in this home, with us.

- Everything OK? - Sure.

Khalid and Saddiq started a café as a cover.

It was a hole in the wall,

- but not many places in Oslo had that kind of turnover.

Go get a van in Bjørkelangen.

This is not a good time. I have a date with Nina.

It's her birthday. I have plans. I can't do this.

You what?

Relax. Relax. He'll do it.

- We have to be two. - Then let's go right now!

Riaz had started to change. Didn't respect the leaders.

Put himself above others.

Hurry! I have to be back by nine.

- Not a chance. - Maybe if you speed up.

I'm tired of being an errand boy for him!

Come on! You're always so slow!

Don't make a scene.

Fucking Khalid! He still treats us like punks.

It turned out Khalid was doing Riaz' girlfriend whenever he sent us out.

That always leads to trouble.

- Wasim, I'm leaving. - Wish her a happy birthday from me.

Khalid got caught the morning after we picked up that van.

They found heroin in his car.

That isn't mine, I'm telling you!

The same heroin only Riaz and I knew about.

Saddiq and Khalid weren't Norwegian citizens.

Khalid was deported to Pakistan. The worst thing that could happen.

It took several months to find Riaz, but Saddiq refused to give up.

Khalid was Saddiq's only family, and he swore revenge.

I don't know how Riaz thought he could get away.

- No one here. - Not here either.

Where is Riaz?

Where is Riaz?!

Where the fuck is Riaz?!

If you tell me where he is...

I'll let you live...

A normal life.

Lisa?

Wasim!

Come here.

Check his breathing.

Check his breathing!

He's alive.

Good. Take him out.

- Take him out? Me? - Yes. You.

Are you fucking deaf, or what?

Why me?

All the drugs disappeared when Riaz snitched. We needed new mules.

You'd think it would be hard to find someone.

But there was always some desperate Paki in need of cash.

Wasim?

- Wasim? - Yes. I'm coming.

- Do you have a paper towel? - Yes, sir.

- Wasim. - OK, Babar.

You go to Pakistan on Saturday. You get two days to visit family.

Then you stay in our house in Lahore the rest of the week.

You get 100,000 cash for the job. On delivery.

But I need the money now.

The bank is going to take my store. You have to help me!

Farooq?

You get half now, the rest on delivery.

Minus 10 % for this loan.

Thank you, brother. Praise God!

If you fail, or if something should go wrong,

- we'll find out everything you tell the police.

Wasim.

I guarantee you're a dead man if you rat on us.

Even if you're in solitary confinement.

If the heroin or you disappear, we'll find you. Guaranteed.

Hey!

Do you have a video camera?

The insurance company told me I had to!

You know I can't be filmed!

Is this the only copy? Your life isn't worth much!

You understand? You understand?!

Answer me, dammit!

Wasim...

Wasim.

Farooq, give me five minutes.

I'm unsure about him.

No. He imports fruit. He often takes trips to Pakistan.

Customs has checked him. They know who he is.

OK.

You haven't done anything wrong.

What about this?

Burn it.

My little brother, Amir, also had problems staying out of trouble.

- Boss... - What is it?

Amir. He wants another 50,000 credit.

Amir felt sorry for himself because he was so fat.

It didn't help that he worked with pops at the snack bar.

Three daily cheeseburgers with dressing and fries,

- and pretty soon you look like Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.

What did you say? Could you repeat that?

Could you say that again?

- I didn't know I owed that much. - Didn't know you owed that much?!

You've been gambling for three days straight, losing the entire time!

You owe me 150,000!

I'm not paying you anything.

What's that? I didn't hear you.

You're cheating. That lady clearly cheated.

Me, cheat?

You don't understand how serious this is.

What's the stress? Tonight is Renate's last night.

Get in the car. It's Amir. Hurry up!

Come on!

- Are you gambling again? - Listen to Mr. Perfect.

At least I can take care of myself. Look at you.

- Who was it? - No one.

I said, who!

I'm telling you, no one.

- It was the Bullet. - The Bullet?!

Shit!

I don't fucking get it. Why Australia?

Could you please shut up about Renate for one second?

I don't mind her going to school. That's fine.

But the other side of the world?

She wants to get away! Concentrate.

Relax. I've been concentrating all night.

There he is.

This is not a good idea.

Where the hell is he?

Dammit!

So goddam slow...

Don't move! Don't move!

Easy, Wasim. Can't we talk?

- Shut up. - We can fix this.

- Shut up! On your knees. - We can agree on a price.

- Shut up! On your knees. - Give me a price. Anything.

- This isn't right. - You die now.

- What did you do to my brother? - Take it easy...

Think. Be reasonable. You can't live with this!

- What are you doing here? - What's this, Saddiq?

- What's going on? - The prick beat up my brother.

Wasim, relax. Take it easy.

- Put your gun away. - Does that mean I can get up?

Of course.

- Wasim... - What are you doing here?

- Relax. - What are you doing here?

Come with us.

Babar got caught with the drugs. Our supplies have dried up.

You were right. He wasn't a pro.

That was unfortunate, for him and for us.

We had to make a deal with the Bullet.

He helps us deliver now, we help him later.

- You could have said something. - Munawar?

We need a new courier. You have to go to Pakistan.

Why him? You think the customs agents are that stupid?

- When? - On Saturday.

- Bring the money down? - No. The drugs up.

We'll send the money with someone else.

This is business, Wasim.

Get your brother to stop gambling, instead of going after the Bullet.

I don't want any trouble with the Bullet!

- Don't get out. - I'll go with you.

They'll be onto us, if they see us together.

- Give them my best. - Who?

Everyone. All of Pakistan.

Shit, I haven't been there since I was 15.

You looked like a real hick when you came home.

Take care.

- Don't look the agents in the eye. - I'm not going to Pakistan.

This is no life.

- I'm going with Renate to Australia. - Why tell me?

Couldn't you just have left?

What are you going to do about it? Shoot me, too?

Just get out of here!

Tell them whatever you want. I don't give a shit.

- Take it easy. - I am taking it easy.

Wasim, my boy, drive a little slower. Uncle and auntie want you to visit.

I agree. You come with us next time. Right, mom?

Hey, Wasim. Come in. Are you hungry?

Munawar never showed up. The money made it, but no mule.

Are you kidding? What could have happened?

- I thought maybe you could tell me. - Me?

He never left. His ticket wasn't used. So he's hiding.

But where?

- Where? - How would I know?

Wasim, your friends have become a problem for us.

But if you tell me where he is, I'll let him live.

I have no idea. He didn't say anything.

Wasim, Wasim...

Don't let your emotions get the upper hand.

Even though your friends have let us down...

I'm counting on you.

But I need to know if I can trust you. Can I?

Here.

- Did you rob a bank? - I'm leaving town for a week or so.

I want you to pay an installment to the Bullet.

I can't protect you anymore, but I'll get the rest of the money.

I'll be back in a week. Hang in there until then.

What are you doing here? I've paid you.

One installment. How's business?

- Not good. - What do you have in the till?

Today wasn't a very good day.

We'll be back every single day until you've paid off your debt.

Don't eat or drink until you get the bags out of your stomach.

Stewardesses are trained to look for passengers that don't eat.

Be careful. Don't let them notice that you don't eat or drink.

You have 24 hours.

After 24 hours the bags will break.

If they break, you're dead.

As soon as you get back, take a laxative and get them out.

It was sheer lunacy. I knew it. I was bound to get caught.

And I had no one to blame but myself.

Hey, you! Come over here.

Drive! Just drive! Fast!

And stop at a pharmacy.

- I'll give you a discount. - What? What's the catch?

- Saddiq can't find out. - No way!

- I can't start a war! - There won't be a war.

You've bought from freelancers before.

I'll give you a good price.

- How good? - 3000 per fiver, 100 % cash up front.

- 2900, 70 up front. - 2950, 80 % cash.

- Yeah. Deal. - Respect.

- Respect, man! - Remember: Between me and you.

No problem.

Wasim? You?

It's been so long.

This is Riaz' little brother. Aslam. Remember him?

Riaz has been gone a long time, if you're looking for him.

We don't know where he is.

- What is this? - I owed this to Riaz.

If he doesn't come back soon, you can use it.

That's what he would want.

Thank you, my dear child.

Come, Aslam, let's bring this upstairs.

- How much do I owe you now? - How much?

199,000. Including interest.

I have a proposal for you.

Give me the snack bar.

Then you can forget about your debt. Scout's honor.

Huh?

- Where did you get this money? - The lottery.

Do you mind? I'm about to close.

Getting rid of the Bullet was easy. Saddiq was a bigger problem.

Who did the Swede buy his heroin from? That cheap shit?

It was Wasim, I swear. I heard it with my own ears.

I promise. It was Wasim.

It's me. Do it.

- Robina doesn't want to get married. - Let's not talk about that now.

Yes, let's! The day you do something for this family

you can have an opinion.

Don't I drive you to the mosque every week?

Thank you so much, my son.

Is everyone OK? Are you trying to get us all killed?

Is anyone hurt?

Dad...

- This is your fault! - Mine?

Dad!

Dad!

Call for an ambulance!

It's me. We have to meet.

Wasim!

Wasim...

Why are we meeting here?

- What is that? - My life insurance.

You're on that tape as much as I am. Want to put us all away?

I know who tried to kill me, Saddiq.

As long as I am alive, no one sees that tape.

But if I die, or get harmed in any way, the cops get the tape.

Do you really think that was the only copy?

Don't forget the gun you shot Riaz with, with your prints on it.

I know. But I'm a Norwegian citizen, Saddiq. You aren't.

You'll be deported. I'd take prison in Norway any day,

- over a life sentence as a sheep farmer in Pakistan.

What do you want?

You leave me alone, I leave you alone.

OK.

What is it?

Can you pick her up after a concert?

- Where? When? - At Rockefeller.

- It ends at two. - Two o'clock?

Yes.

Fine, mom. I'll pick her up.

- Thank you! - Can you go?

Awesome! Thank you so much!

Everything will be OK now.

- Hey, boys. How's it going? - Fine.

I have a job for you.

I know of a place. You have to come with me.

- Hi, Line. - Hi, Omar. How's it going?

- This is Robina. - Hi. I've seen you at school.

- What's up? - We're being picked up.

- When? - At two.

We have plenty of time. Join us for drinks.

Hi, Bullet. How's it going? Meet some friends.

This is Line. And this is Robina.

Hi. Welcome. Would you like something to drink?

Get one without alcohol.

- This is awesome! - I don't know...

Hi again.

One with alcohol for Line.

And one without alcohol for you, I presume.

Don't you feel well? Come here.

Stand here.

This will be fantastic.

- Give me a kiss. - Stop it.

Come on, kiss me!

- No... - Hm? What's that your saying? No?

Stop it!

- Are you getting this? - Oh, yes.

- How was she? - OK.

Get her out of here. She's ruining the mood.

Farooq, I have to drop this tape off.

Are you getting this?

No!

Hey, Wasim! You think this is the only copy?

Want to exchange tapes? Huh?

Where are you going? Wasim? I'm going with you.

- Stay here! - You want to get yourself killed?

I've checked him. He's clean.

Hi.

Hi there! Do you have all the copies?

- Where is Robina? - She's alive. You have the copies?

No. I don't think so. You said you had arranged something for the cops.

I'm not willing to take that chance.

There's one more. At a lawyer's. I can't get it until tomorrow.

- Fine. Come back tomorrow. - What about Robina?

Can I have her?

Just hurry up and bring the tape tomorrow.

She can handle another round. But I wouldn't wait too long.

I want to see her!

Wasim, you have no say in the matter.

You're the lowest type. You're a thief.

Show her to me, or you don't get the tape.

You shouldn't have stolen from us. It's your own fault.

Wake up!

I'd like to fuck your little sister myself.

And now I'll have the chance, while you're out getting that tape.

How do I know she isn't dead?

Farooq, get her.

Let's see if you recognize your little sister.

Wasim...

- Get up! - Wasim, easy now.

- Let's work something out. - Farooq!

Farooq, why didn't you search him?

Bullet!

Farooq! Stop! Where are you going?

I have a sister too.

Fucking traitor!

- You'll never get away with this! - Maybe not. But neither will you.

Want more?

A little shit like you can never be king!

- Stand back! Police! - Calm down!

Freeze! Police!

Don't move! Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon! Drop it!

Step over there!

- Don't move! - Over to the wall!

Don't! No!

- Drop your weapon, dammit! - Drop your weapon! Drop it!

Elin Hansen.

This is quite simple. I ask you some questions.

Then we discuss the questions I have asked.

Then what?

I write an evaluation based on my perception of you.

But in the end, the prison board determines if you can be paroled.

Ready?

Yes.

Start by stating your name and age.

Wasim Khan. Age 36.

I'd like to ask you about your father.

My dad knew every Pakistani in Oslo, and they all knew him.

It always took forever to walk down the street.

And he always had to haggle.

I hated that.

Subtitles: Nick Norris