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Hello?
Can you hear me?

The connection is really bad.

Hello?!

Are you there?

Damn, we're getting rich here, Ronnie!

I'll trade in my old moped for a 750 cc.
With four carburetors!

-What about you?
- owe my family some money.

Ronnie! Hermansen is on the air.
But the bloody radio doesn't work!

Maybe your dad is worried
you may have fallen overboard.

This is all loose.

Hello?
Are you there?

Yes.
I can hear you better now.

-All right. What's your catch now?
-About 700 boxes, I think.

I see. Then the quota is full,
So you can't catch anymore.

We considered shrimps,
but with these quotas and all the costs...

It's impossible to make a profit.

Hello? I'm just telling you we're done for now.
The boat will be laid up.

THE PIRATES

-Ronnie, get up!
-What for?

-I'm so sick of this, I don't know what to do!
-Don't you think I am?

At least you could give Dad a hand.

Two drivers for one car?

Oh my God.

30% off on stereos

Hi.

-Whose kid is this?
-The priest's.

-Damn. You've got a kid with him too?
-Ha ha.

-What are you up to?
-Just window shopping.

Want to go for a walk?

Empty vessels make the most noise.
Isn't that what they say?

These barrels aren't empty, that's for sure.

-What's in them?
-Salted roe.

-Yuck!
-Bloody lumpsucker.

-Still wearing out your soles?
-There's no job to be found.

Right.

This job is crap.
But I need the money.

What about you?
Is Ms. Svendsen supporting you?

Yup.
She's nice enough.

-Are you on social welfare too?
-Hell no. That's not for me.

Why not?
Exploit the system against the system.

-That's what I'd do, if I were you.
-Hermansen!

-But you're working instead.
-Grab the barrel!

My life was under threat!
I had to do something to be left alone.

-Was it the old man?
-He went completely nuts.

-Think he's got something for me as well?
-No.

-What about me?
-Not as long as the men are standing in line.

Get to work!
Don't just stand there and talk trash.

Hey, Ronnie.
You know that stuff we talked about last winter?

What do you mean?

Radio transmitter.
Shouldn't we make a few awesome shows?

Play some hot music, and have some fun?

No...
I don't know.

It's like I don't have any...spirit.

Come on, Ronnie!

I'm sick to death of listening to NRK.
Dammit, there's nothing but religious services.

Ronnie...

I'd like to see that...

See?
May will also join us.

Start catching them out there!

Seriously, Ronnie.

Bring that thing, and I'll meet you at the café.

We'll have a beer,
and then we'll hit the airwaves tonight.

-I've got money.
-Awesome!

Bloody hell!
Get yourself together, and start working!

Hi, Britt!

-What are you up to?
-I'm here to see Hermansen.

-Up the stairs.
-Okay.

-Are you a certified welder?
-No, but I've been doing some welding.

If you don't have a certificate, I don't dare to...

What kind of education have you got?
Vocational school, or...?

I applied for Polytechnic entrance
and courses in low current electricity, -

- But I didn't have enough points.

Listen, Ronnie.
You must have learned some kind of trade?

Apparently you would like to
make yourself useful.

Then learn a trade.
You've got to have a profession, right?

I'm trying to explain the same thing to Jørgen.

Well...

Don't you have anything else?

I'll do anything at all.

Are you sleepwalking?!

Weren't you supposed to
have the brakes fixed?

-If you're on the street, keep your eyes open!
-Not everything is a pretty sight.

So what do you want?
Walk around in your sleep?

I was just turned down for a job.

Try another one.

-Where?
-The employment office.

-They've got nothing to offer.
-When was the last time you were there?

-Yesterday? The day before yesterday?
-No!

Get going. I'm not leaving
before I see you walk through that door.

How lovely to see you, Ms. Svendsen!

You haven't been here for a while.
You won't let us down, will you?

-Ronnie, listen...
-I don't think we have a job for you today.

As I've told you so many times,
we don't create workplaces.

Actually, there is one job available.

You can move to Oslo and wrap caramels.
Awesome work.

But you have to find a bedsit.
And it's only for a three month period.

-Oh please, Ronnie.
-I understand you, Ms. Svendsen. And I agree.

I'll make a note here
that I cannot find any suitable work for you.

So at least you will get your
social security benefits. Better than nothing.

I'm doing my best to help you out, Ronnie.

But if you talk too loud
about your social security benefits...

Okay.
But you don't have a job for me, do you?

How much?

I'll pay you back on Saturday.
I'll get paid by the priest.

-So it's a loan?
-Yes.

-Without interest and installments. As usual.
-Mum... Thanks.

Hi.

Hi.

How did it go?

Got rid of baby Jesus?

-Hi!
-Hello, Bente.

May, I have to tell you this.
I'm just about bursting.

-Tell me what?
-It's settled. I'm allowed.

-I'll be leaving!
-Could you move over?

Tell me, Bente!

-Got cigs?
-Don't you?

Bente!
Where are you going to?

Mum and I talked it through,
and now it's settled.

If I do well on the exams, I'll be allowed to go to Tromsø and get a job there. Isn't that great?

-Yes...
-Don't you get any?

-Eh?
-Can't you get a job?

-No.
-Just forget about it. It's impossible.

I guess you're right.
Hi, Karlsen.

-Out drinking?
-Yes.

-Where are you going?
-I'll be leaving.

Leaving?
Where to?

-Want to be a swot?
-My exam is coming up.

-You climber.
-Cut it out.

-Is this chair available?
-No.

But nobody's sitting here.

-That's none of your business.
-Bloody school jerk.

-But if nobody's sitting here, why can't I grab it?
-Beat it!

-Hey, Karlsen. Come sit with us!
-No, I don't have the time.

-Where are you going?
-To oil country.

-Work on a rig or something.
-A rig?

-It's good money.
-But then you have to move.

-Don't you like it here?
- don't have a job.

-Will you sit down?
-No, I'm on my way out. Bye.

How are you doing?

-Did you bring the stuff?
-Mm-hm.

-What time do we broadcast?
-Broadcast what?

Radio!
Our own radio station.

We'll play music and...
Other things.

-You will?
-Shh. Don't tell anyone.

Tell everyone about the station.
But don't tell them who's behind it.

-What time will you start?
-Ronnie?

-Eh... Tonight.
-Awesome.

-How can we listen to you?
-102 MHz.

-What's that?
-You set the radio dial at 102. Right next to P2.

Radio 102!
The station for you!

Is it legal?

Of course it's legal.
Never heard of local radio?

No, it's not legal.
You need a licence.

-What if you get caught?
-They'll never find us.

Come on, Ronnie.
Let's go for it.

May, let's listen to them at your place.
Coming, Roar?

No, I don't feel like it.

Welcome to tonight's show. We'll give you
rock and pop and all kinds of good stuff.

Any particular record
you'd like to hear, Ms. Fjose?

You may choose any tune you want
from our extensive record archive.

Our first tune tonight is the well known
Baa Baa Black Sheep , by The Rolling Stones.

2,3,4.

1,2,3,4.

Won't they recognise our voices?

Filter.

Is the state channel boring you?
Here's Radio 102!

2,3,4.
1, 2...

1,2,3,4.

-Are we ready?
-Yes. Just a moment, and you're on.

Hold on.
What do we say?

Tell them this is our special radio station
for young people. For youth, by youth.

-What do we call ourselves?
-102.

No. That's kind of lame.
We need something more...

-Young People's Radio Magazine.
-No. That's NRK.

We need something more catchy.

-Radio North.
-No, too boring.

-Radio Backcountry.
-Hell no.

-Radio Fresh.
-Radio Fish.

-Radio Dryfish.
-No, that's too dry.

Radio Fishguts.

-Fishguts?
-Yes. The stuff that's left over.

Radio Fishguts.
For those who are left over.

The radio station for the unemployed.

If you lie rotting in the gutter,
feel the vibrations from Radio Fishguts.

Come on, Ronnie!

-There's no more food.
-I don't want any.

You don't want any food?
Have you started eating out?

-How did it go, Ronnie?
-They didn't have anything. I knew it.

Bertiniussen's boy got a job.

What the hell's the matter with you?
You didn't screw up at the office, did you?

-Stop it.
-Who knows how you behave.

Are you picky?
Do you say no to shitty jobs?

-I never said that word.
-You'd better not.

Ronnie...
Come here.

Come on in and sit down.

Have a beer.

Inger!
Bring us a glass.

-You can't be picky. Just accept what you get.
-I haven't been picky.

When in need,
just accept whatever they offer you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm so sick of hearing this.

Don't I have a job? Don't I have an income?
Have you lacked anything?

Goddammit!

I know it's not easy. But have you
considered getting a job on a ship?

If you get hired as a deckhand,
you'll be a junior seaman within a year.

I need experience from a school ship
to be hired.

Don't you think that would be good for you?

-I don't want to go out to sea.
-You would get to see the whole world!

-Yes, but...
-Just look at Tore.

Now he's in Aruba. Then he's going
to the Far East. To Singapore and...

-He writes about being homesick.
-For goodness sake, that's just how things are.

When there, you long for home,
and when at home, you long to get out there.

That's a sailor's lot in life.

-It's not that easy to get a job at sea anymore.
-Tore made it right away.

That was five years ago!

-He doesn't want to.
-Doesn't want to...

When I was your age,
I could never tell my father "I don't want to"!

That's enough.

Let me tell you something, Ronnie.

If you don't get a job within two weeks,
I'll carry you down to the shipping office.

-And what about the flags?
-There'll be flags at both ends of the bridge.

-And there'll be two marching bands.
-That sounds good.

But after you have cut the ribbon,
should we start serving right away?

No, no. They'll play the national anthem,
and then we'll serve coffee.

-What about supper in the evening?
-I assure you, it's in the best of hands.

So...
I guess we all agree?

I think this will be a solemn ceremony.
If the weather is on our side.

So then...

-What are you looking for?
-I'm here to talk to Ms. Nilsen.

-Listen... How does this work?
-More or less like a mirror.

We transmit from here up to the town hall.

From there,
the signal is transmitted to the whole town.

-In order to reach more listeners?
-Yes, and to improve the reception quality.

And one more thing:
We won't be easy to find.

-Why don't we hear anything?
-They probably won't get it together.

Sure they will.
Isn't Ronnie really good with his hands?

-Did you mention to him what we talked about?
-Yes. Some of it.

-What does he say?
-Well... You know what boys are like.

He told me to get drunk whenever I feel
that way. What did he think that would be like?

-But do those pills help?
-Yes. When I cannot sleep, they work.

-What do you lie there thinking about?
-Everything.

I have this fear inside me.

I don't dare to do anything.

I'm afraid of going out.
Afraid of meeting people.

So I retreat in here.

-And hide?
-Maybe.

Everything is so familiar in here.
Don't you feel that way sometimes?

Yes, I do. But when I feel that way,
I go for long walks up in the mountains.

-Don't you feel dizzy? Scared of falling down?
-No. Have you never been up there?

-It's great. Come with me once and check it out.
-I don't think so.

Radio Fishguts is back.

We're throwing out our chain of nets
on 102 MHz.

And today we've got 4,000 watts on the tub.

-Radio Fishguts!
-The station for those who are left over.

-We speak straight from the liver...
-And the roe.

With no NRK censorship. Radio Fishguts.
Broadcasting without censor bar.

This looks cosy.
Here you go.

How are you doing, Bente?
I've heard you're going to Tromsø.

No, I won't be going anyway.

-Why not?
-There's no point.

Ms. Svendsen from the employment centre
told us there are no available jobs in Tromsø.

-But you've been through vocational school.
-That's not good enough.

The only possibility was
to get a job in the postal service in Oslo.

-My goodness. You wouldn't consider that?
-No. And I wouldn't be allowed to.

- don't want to go away.
-No. My God, you're both so young, and...

Oslo...

-I'm sure you'll get something together here.
-Yes, we can always hope so.

And wait.

-Thanks for the tea, Mum.
-Just tell me if you want more.

And now you're having a close encounter of
the third kind with Radio Fishguts on 102 Mhz.

-The voice from the gut heap.
-With no licence and no authorities.

My God, they're so good!

Jørgen does most of the talking.
As usual.

-How do you like him?
-Oh, I don't know...

-Hey... Bente! I didn't know.
-There's nothing there.

-Oh, come on, Bente.
- I told you, there's nothing between us.

-But that's what you want?
-You twist everything around, May.

But Bente, imagine how cosy that would be.
You and Jørgen!

Oh, give me a break.

-I thought you liked Roar?
-No. He was into so much weird stuff.

-What do you mean?
-Oh, I don't know.

- I also think Jørgen is hot.
-You do?

-He's awesome.
-You're kidding me.

-Hi.
-Stay right there!

-I'll... Of course I'll stay here.
-Don't you touch them!

-My God, you want me to starve to death?
-Jørgen, please!

-I just want one...
-They are for our guests.

-We have guests?
-Not you.

-Who are they?
-The mayor and Dr. Bakke.

-The Chief Constable is also here, so watch out.
-What are they doing here?

-They are from the Lodge.
-The Lodge?

Our understanding is
that your family is supporting you, -

- now that you are about to
enter the Brotherhood.

They are aware of
the vow of silence you will take?

And they will not question you about
our various meetings and rituals and so on?

Then I guess it's all settled.
Unless you gentlemen...

-Wangsmo?
-No, I think everything's fine.

Then I hope you gentlemen
won't mind an invitation to a meal?

-That's not necessary.
-It will only take a moment. Everything's ready.

You may...
You may serve the food now.

And you stay right here!

-Why?
-Not one word from you! And stay away.

Oh, it's the Boys Club Forward?

-Aren't you a shipowner anymore, Hermansen?
-Excuse me?

No. With those small quotas we were allotted,
there was no way to make a profit.

But we are actually doing okay by receiving
regular deliveries from the smaller boats.

Would you care for
a glass of cognac with the coffee?

And we save both maintenance
and operational expenses that way.

And invest capital in profitable ventures.

-Watch it, boy!
-The words of a real capitalist.

Aren't you going to tell them
where the money ended up?

Oil sheikh Abduhl Hermansen!

-What are they doing in there?
-Keep it down.

-I'm just going to get some cassettes.
-No, it's for grown-ups.

Have you thought about
your speech yet, Hermansen?

Well, I'm in the process of polishing it.
I just don't know how much to include.

-Make it short and simple.
-Right.

Are you excited?

I can reveal that
you really have something to look forward to.

Right! Something to look forward to!
Rock'n'roll and dancing all night!

-Ah, here's junior.
-Aren't you going?

This Saturday, at the Festiviteten premises.
Go for it, guys!

"Support the immediate action
which for centuries has been paralysed” -

- "By the omnipotent
and authoritarian power of the State!"

Just to quote the anarchist Bakunin.

Enough!
Get out!

- I just wanted to explain!
-Out!

Eh...
Cheers.

Cheers!

You seem to be just fine, Miss Bergvoll.

Your blood count is maybe a bit low, but...

-So, what brings you here?
- I don't know...

I don't feel so well.

-Any pain? Does it hurt anywhere?
-No, not exactly.

But I'm so tired, and I can't sleep at night.

-Maybe the light is bothering you?
-No...

But it might be. Many people have a hard time
sleeping at night, when there is so much light.

Even northerners.

-Have you got dark roller blinds?
-Yes, I do.

It says here
the last time you were here was in January.

-You were given sleeping pills.
-Yes.

-Did they help?
-A little bit. But now I'm out of them.

-Tell me... What are you doing these days?
-Babysitting.

-That sounds nice. Looking after kids.
-I guess.

-Maybe you don't feel very active?
-That's right.

I was thinking...
Are you into any kind of sports? Any exercise?

-I see.

You know what you should do? Go for a jog
in the evening, before you go to bed.

That will make your body tired.

And that would make you fall asleep.

Try to look on the bright side of life.

A healthy, young girl like you
shouldn't indulge in problems and worries.

They will come your way soon enough.

Well...

I'll prescribe the same kind of pills
as the last time.

I'm sure everything will be all right.

-Here you go. Cigarettes.
-Thanks.

-Want to split?
-Sure.

-Jørgen.
-Yes?

-Are you listening to Radio Fishguts?
-Radio what?

A pirate radio station for youth,
which plays cool music.

-Really?
-You bet. Just listen to the radio on 102.

-Who's behind it?
-No idea. But it's amazing.

-What's so funny?
-There are rumours about a pirate station.

Seriously?

-Why are you so late?
-I've been to the doctor.

The doctor...
Got some more of those anti-whining pills?

-Hi! Out street walking?
-This is Radio Fishguts' mobile report team.

In our popular interview series Young Pulse ,
we have found a charming young lady -

- Who would love to be interviewed.

-Start the tape.
-Rolling.

This is Radio Fishguts' revolver interview.
Truth or Life.

-What do you think of Radio Fishguts?
-What I think? I think it's amazing.

Right. For special reasons,
this young gentleman prefers to be anonymous.

So for simplicity's sake we'll call him Kåre.

-What do you do in your everyday life?
-Nothing.

-Excuse me?
-Well, I'm...unemployed.

-What do you think of that?
-I sort of like it.

No stress in the morning,
and I'm free to do what I want in the daytime.

-What's your money situation like?
-If it gets too bad, there's the social security.

-And you, Gro?
-I'm not called Gro.

-Yes, your name is Gro. What's your opinion?
-I go to vocational school.

-How do you like it?
-It's not too bad. I don't know what I'll do later.

What?

Gro is the silent type.

Truth or Life.
What's it like being young in this town?

I'm not interested.

-What's your point of view, Mrs. Bergfrid Fjose?
-No, Jørgen...!

How are things in here?
Are we feeling good today?

...which is increasingly full of
so many rules and regulations -

- That it robs people of the desire and will
to join in building a society for the benefit of all.

Freedom of self-expression.
Freedom of initiative and enterprise.

For the right of the individual to be heard!
The right to have a say.

We cannot all speak with one voice.

But with freedom comes responsibility.

Responsibility to live one's life
in accordance with the fundamental values:

Orderliness.
Safety.

We are presently facing a technical society...
No.

We are presently facing a technological...

-Some more coffee, Øyvind?
-No, thank you.

-Eli, have you seen the cassette player?
-No.

I would have liked to listen to this.

We are presently facing...

Eli, how would you characterise
Norwegian society in one word?

-Democratic?
-No, that doesn't fit.

Do you remember all the gloating?
All the sarcasms?

When we put all our eggs in one basket.
The whole lot. Our inheritance... Everything.

And we invested it all in a bankrupt company.

Do you now realise that I was right?

The Fishing Industry Association
accepts extended weekend protection...

Hello! This is Radio Fishguts,
young people's own radio station.

Radio Fishguts, for those who are left over.

The first feature today is Truth or Life.

A report from where young people hang out:
On the streets.

-What do you do in your everyday life?
-Nothing.

-Excuse me?
-Well, I'm.. . unemployed.

-What do you think of that?
-I sort of like it.

No stress in the morning,
and I can do what I want in the daytime.

-What's your money situation like?
-If it gets too bad, there's the social security.

I don't like it. I get so fed up,
and I don't feel like doing anything.

And I don't have any energy at all.

Is it harder for girls to get a job than for boys?

Yes.
For girls, it's just about hopeless.

How did we end up
on the same frequency as NRK?

-Is it the same transmitter?
-No, I placed a new one out there.

Where?

I go to vocational school.

-How do you like it?
-It's not too bad. I don't know what I'll do later.

What?

-So, what do you want?
-A decent job.

-What's a decent job?
-A job that I like, with an income I can live on.

-You're listening to Radio Fishguts!
-The station for the unemployed.

For those who...
Eh...

This tune goes out to those 15 people -

- Who were sacked
from Øyvind Hermansen's trawler last winter.

Wonder if he'll soon have
something else to offer them?

-What's your line of work?
-Well, it's all kind of unstable.

-What do you mean?
-I was working on a fishing boat last winter.

We did pretty well, but soon the money is gone.

-And a new job?
- don't know...

I'm trying to carry out my military service
before I'm due to.

I don't have anything else to do.

I worked on a trawler last winter,
which was good.

But probably the profit wasn't enough
for the shipowner.

So the boat was suddenly laid up.

And this bloody town is a rat hole.

Only the upper class families make it here.
They feather their own nest.

You know what they said about people
like Hermansen and the like in the old days?

They sat aft in the boat, on the front bench
in church, and in the innermost part of hell!

-What on earth is this?
-I don't know!

This can't possibly be the local radio station!

This is Radio Fishguts!
You'll recognise us by the stench.

Put an end to this immediately!
I don't want it here!

-And if you're involved in this...
-I'm not!

How's it coming along?
Let's get going! Don't just stand there!

Hello, Hermansen.
Have you got your radio on?

If I'm listening to the radio?

No, I haven't listened to the radio.
Should 1?

There's a pirate station on the air.
And they're talking about you.

-About me?
-Yes.

-I'd better listen, then.
-Please do, and call me back.

Yes, okay.
Thank you.

Now we'll derive this function.

-Yes, go ahead.
-But we don't have RDF equipment.

Pardon?
Yes.

We need an RDF car.

All right.

I'm off now.

-You're leaving? Where to?
-To the Festiviteten.

-Yet another party?
-I haven't been out for a long time.

Will you be late?

-We asked you a question.
-Yes. I'll be late.

Why?

Because I want to.

Is there something wrong with this house?
Since you can't stand being here.

I could stay here, but I would like to go out now.
Is that so weird?

We hardly see you anymore, Ronnie.

Aren't we good enough for you?

-What are you doing?!
-Answer me when I ask you something!

Let go!

Let me tell you something, Ronnie. Someone's
broadcasting a radio program me here in town.

Are you aware of that?!

-That's illegal. What if the police find you?
-I've got nothing to do with it.

-Imagine the shame.
-The shame?

-Who do you think will have to pay the fine?
-Stop it now!

I don't want any abuse
of neither Hermansen nor anybody else!

-Are you afraid of Hermansen?
-Afraid? I'm not afraid of anyone.

But I need work, and an income. So I grab
any driving job I can get, even for Hermansen.

-He fired you from the bridge construction job!
-That's none of your god damn business!

I know you think I've got a shitty job.
Don't even try!

But this is the only job I've got.

And if Hermansen gets to know that my son
is involved in something, I'll lose my job.

-Do you understand?!
-Yes. But I...

-What have you got in that bag?
-Beer.

Beer?
Where did you get the money from?

-It's not my beer.
-No? Let me have a look.

-Look? At beer?
-Yes. Have you got beer, or not?

Beer.

Let me tell you something, Ronnie.
If you're lying to me now, then God damn you!

I promise and I swear,
voluntarily and without force, -

- before God, the Almighty Builder of the World,
and all brothers of the Lodge gathered here, -

- To never in any way reveal
those secrets of the Lodge -

- Which today or in the future
may come to my knowledge.

Yet, if I should ever break this solemn promise,
I consent to being decapitated.

My heart shall be torn out
of the left side of my chest...

My tongue and my intestines shall be torn
out of my body and thrown to the sea, -

- And my body shall be burned,
so that no trace of me would still remain.

This is my promise.
So help me God, and his sacred word.

So far you have lived in darkness.
What is your wish now?

Light.

Let him see the light!

-Me?
-Yes. You're the one who wants to dance.

-You're so cranky.
-I'm not.

-Yes, you are.
-No, I'm not!

-Okay. So why aren't you dancing?
-With Jørgen?

Bente!

Hi.

Hi.

-You haven't left town yet?
-Two weeks, and I'll be gone.

-You're fleeing.
-Fleeing?

-Yes. Running away. You don't dare to stay.
-Stop it.

-Coward.
-That's enough, Ronnie.

You damn coward!

-Hi, Ms. Svendsen. Want to dance?
-No thanks, I don't think so.

Some social security beer?

You're interested in electronics
and radios and so on, aren't you?

-Why do you ask?
-There's a possible training job in Gjøvik.

Gjøvik?!
Hell no, I'm not going to Gjøvik!

-But what if you have to?
-What if I don't want to?

Well, then you won't get
any social security beer.

Move over.

-Eh? Piss off.
-Are you a punk?

-What?
-I asked you if you're a punk.

-Get out of here.
-Do you know what punk means? Trash!

-Aren't you Bjarne Sjøstrøm's boy?
-So what?

-Are you also a commie?
-A commie?

-Shut up!
-You bloody parasite!

Ronnie!

-Calm down!
-No way!

Stop it, Ronnie!

-You bloody daddy's boy!
-Shut up!

Are you out of your minds?
What the heck are you doing?!

You son of a bitch!

Bente?

Bente!

We're leaving now.
Are you coming?

Thank you.

-So, Hermansen. What do you think?
-It's very solemn. Glorious.

-Anyone you're surprised to find here?
-Well, surprised...

I'm surprised to see so many people here.

-But you know them all?
-Yes, more or less.

Most of them are locals.
And I have good relations with most of them.

-But you didn't know they were members here?
-No, I had no idea.

It's a community of people
who have made a mark.

But it's more than a regular fellowship.
It's loyalty between brothers.

And that means help and support.
Of everyone. From everyone.

Yes.

I'm sorry about this pirate station, Hermansen, -

- But I hope we'll soon be able
to put an end to it.

Yes, it's not much fun.

No, but I contacted
the Telecommunications Authority, -

- And they will send
an RDF car out here tomorrow.

One of the Telecom's most modern vehicles,
with all kinds of technological equipment.

So you can guarantee
we will get rid of this harassment?

You have my word for it.

Cheers.

Hey, Jørgen!
Let's go for a spin!

-Get out of the boat, Ronnie.
-You killjoy.

-Ronnie, stop it!
-Does this thing have any power?

Hey!
No, don't!

The boat is full of gasoline!
You could blow up the whole town!

Be careful!

-Are you often out in the boat?
-Yes. I think it's fabulous.

-Want to come with me once?
-No. I don't like being out on the ocean.

-Because of what happened to your father?
-No... I don't know.

Maybe you think it's going too fast?

Don't you think that... If you had come with me
and realised it's not dangerous...

Yes...
Maybe.

But I'm not sure that's the reason.

I just get so scared.

What if you force yourself
to do things you're scared of?

Yes...
Maybe.

So this is where you are.

-What have you got there?
-Cognac.

Where does that come from?

The same place as the rest of the bootleg liquor.

How will your father react?

He'll be pissed off.

Cognac for the unemployed!
As a gift from the employer.

Ronnie!

-You're not unemployed.
-I'm not?

-No, because you can get a job.
-Yes, if I do what Dad wants me to.

Right...

I'm unemployed.
And wasted.

Come on.
Give me the bottle.

-You want to give it to Daddy?
-Ronnie...

Hermansen will be furious.

I thought anarchists didn't give a shit
about stuff like that.

But maybe you do?

Down with all the asshole authorities!

We know that the developments
that we in our gen...

That we in our generation undertake,
will benefit future generations.

Monumental construction works like this bridge
will forever remain a symbol.

A memorial to those
who have worked and toiled hard.

Who have laid the foundation
for our present growth and wealth era.

The efforts of these men throughout a long life
in their fishing boats and behind their desks -

- have enabled us to appreciate this bridge
as a means of communication.

Because this is what it appears to be:

A means of connecting ourselves
with the rest of the people, -

- In this sparsely populated,
but oh so beautiful country of ours.

Hi!

-Time to broadcast?
-Yes.

I'm going to make sure people listen.

I'll place three relays around the town.
So it won't be easy to locate us.

-"US"?
- Yes.

-Are you friends again?
-Yes. Why shouldn't we be?

-Should we meet tonight?
-I don't know...

Want to join me?

Ladies and gentlemen.
Good people.

This is a big day.
A big day!

We are reporting directly from
the solemn opening of the Øysund Bridge.

The municipal administration has for years
put stone upon stone...

Mayor Ingvald Sandvik
is giving the celebratory speech.

This is for the benefit of us all, as a community.

We know
that the developments we undertake...

Hello! This is Radio Fishguts.
Always present where the action is.

We can tell you folks in town that out here the
north wind is almost drowning out the bands.

Right now the wind blows especially hard,
because the mayor just opened his mouth, -

- and people are lumped together
to listen to Sandvik's bullshit.

They have laid the foundation...

The whole bunch of politicians and bureaucrats
have lined up to listen to Sandvik's self-praise.

These men and women...

Here are all the people
who imagine that they built the bridge.

But also a lot of decent people.

Because in spite of everything,
it's nice we have got a bridge.

In reality,
this bridge is a means of communication.

The question is what it will be used for.

The bridge in itself won't create
a new future for us inhabitants.

If the politicians only come up with
empty words and election promises, -

- The only thing crossing this bridge
will be people's luggage as they move out.

Have you gone completely nuts now?

Are you out of your minds?

My God.

How will people know if no one tells them?

"Tells them"? Verbal abuse, swearing,
slandering about people in town...

Is that what you mean by "telling people"?
You lot will ruin everything for yourselves.

Ruin what? We don't have anything,
and we don't get anything.

-What's there to ruin?
-Your future.

Our future...

Don't you understand that this ruins everything,
for the both of us?

No, I don't.

-So what do you want?!
-Something to do!

Yes, I know.

All the jobs have been taken by people
who stick to them until they retire.

Should we give up our jobs, and
give them to you? Is that what you're saying?

-I can't just stop living.
-Living?!

I've been at work every single day
since Dad disappeared.

That's what has kept me going.
And you.

But, Mum, / don't have a job.

Well, you won't get a job
by talking trash on the radio.

-It's great that someone shakes things up a bit.
-But it doesn't get you a job, does it?

-Please visit the employment centre again.
-No!

-Why not?
-I feel like shit after I've been there. It's horrible.

-Can't you please try once more? For my sake?
-Oh, Mum...

Okay.
I'll go there one more time.

From the UN debate, now over to Nordland
county, where a major event took place today.

-The new bridge across Øysund...
-Inger!

Here it comes.

Thousands of islanders
have now got a connection to the mainland.

It was a windy, but bright and sunny day
in Øyan municipality -

- as the mainland connection
across the Øysundet was opened.

Hello! Radio Fishguts invites our listeners
and, not least, our spectators, -

- to the opening of the Øysund bridge.

...making space for all those
who had turned up to watch...

As we can see, quite a crowd had gathered.

But this is just because they are unemployed,
and have nothing else to do.

We know that
the developments we make in our generation, -

- Will gratify and benefit future generations.

And a lot of bigwigs and municipal bureaucrats
had dressed up, and showed off big time.

Right now, Sandvik talks a lot of crap
about communication and expansion, -

- Development, and, not least, workplaces.

...in this sparsely populated, but oh so beautiful
country of ours. Congratulations!

But the bridge doesn't create jobs in itself.

If Hermansen and other money-hungry sharks
don't find something even more profitable...

Where is Jørgen?

The bridge will only be used for
transporting so-called maladjusted youth -

- to the mainland, and then south
to the social service offices in Oslo.

As you can see, Sandvik is posing,
taking credit for the whole thing, -

- Joined by the municipal big shots and those
sharks who call themselves business leaders.

Wangsmo! Are you listening to this?
Did you see what I saw?

We, the town's dignitaries, are being harassed
by idle rascals of the worst kind!

I'm the mayor!

People have worked together, and built
the bridge with their hands and their skills.

Those who did the carpentry and
masonry work, the pouring and the driving...

Come to my office immediately!

Radio Fishguts would like to acknowledge
all those who Sandvik did not mention, -

- But who are definitely not forgotten.

If they only transmit and do not move around,
we'll get them pretty soon.

-That's good. This is getting urgent now.
-We are aware of that, but it's their move.

You're saying that all we can do is wait?

-We can't do anything before they're on air.
-I see. Well, we'll stick to our plan.

Kvamme, you divide the town into sectors,
and send out the men to their positions.

-Is that clear?
-Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, Hermansen.
We're doing all we can to catch them.

But it's taken much longer than we thought.

-I need your help, Øystein.
-Yes, of course. It's...

-I'm in a desperate situation.
-Yes, I understand that you have to...

I turn to you both as a brother and as a father.

If it comes out that...

I mean... There's no point in catching them.
If it turns out that it's my own...

Are you sure it's him?

He was dragged into this by people
who have no respect for anything at all.

-Those bloody sluggish slobs. Ronnie, or...
-Sjøstrøm?

Jørgen has been duped into this.

What on earth would he achieve
by taking the piss out of his own father?

Wangsmo! I cannot show my face in public
before these delinquents have been caught.

And punished hard!

What do you think, Hermansen?
Should we put up with this?

We can't tolerate young troublemakers
harassing people, and not react!

Listen, Sandvik.
This case has become pretty complicated.

No, it hasn't. It's very simple.
We just need to catch them.

If this continues, both we and the police
will be made a laughing-stock.

Politicians and good citizens are entitled to
protection against public defamation and abuse.

-Don't you have any leads to go on?
-Of course we have leads.

It's your duty as a civil servant to protect us.

And it's your duty as a Lodge brother
to try and help us.

If not, I'll have to question where your loyalty lies.

-Don't you have any names?
-Ronnie Sjøstrøm has been mentioned.

So get your act together!

We've been reported!
There are cops all over the place!

Someone must have snitched on us.

Let's go!

Ms. Svendsen?

-Did she snitch?
-We'll soon find out.

-Working overtime, Ms. Svendsen?
-I was just taking care of something.

-There's a lot to take care of these days, isn't it?
-What do you mean?

Aren't you starting a travel agency?

Send young people to where the politicians
want them. Get rid of your problems.

Ronnie, I've told you before.
We cannot create jobs!

Oh my God, Ms. Svendsen.
You start harping on this again?

-We're trying to help you the best we can.
-You just sit on your asses and wait!

What are you actually doing? Are you calling
the companies and asking them about work?

-We can't hassle them that way.
-Hassle?! Being active isn't hassling.

Well, many of us find your kind of activity
pretty much a hassle.

-So you ran to the police to have it stopped.
- I did no such thing!

No?
You all panic when we're protesting.

You're afraid of us,
and when we scare you, you call the cops.

I didn't inform on you.

-But you know who were broadcasting?
-I got that, but I haven't told anyone.

So you like our broadcasts?

I think you exaggerate terribly.

Hold on.
We'll let you address the youth directly.

-So, state your opinion.
-You'll never succeed that way.

So what do you think we should do?
Lick the boots of the bosses?

Beg them for something
that should be a human right?

-People don't want to be harassed.
-People just don't want to hear the truth.

-What you tell us on the radio is the truth?
-It's our truth!

What do you want young people to do,
except wait?

Influence politicians and authorities.

-And if that doesn't work?
-It's the only thing that works!

We have to scare them so much that they
realise we're serious. That we're fighting to live!

-You seem to be alive.
-What kind of life is this?

Look at my hands, Ms. Svendsen. Should I only
use them to receive social security benefits?

For you, Ms. Svendsen.

Wait!

God-damn kids!

-Ronnie. Let's take a break, okay?
-Hell no!

-We've got them where we want them now.
-They know who we are!

Exactly!
Now the unemployed have got a voice.

-What do you say, May?
-I'll go with you.

Come on!

We need your father's boat!

-How?
-Get on your moped, and go get it!

-Bring it here?
-No, we'll find a boat and meet you there.

Okay.

Radio Fishguts is on the air again.
And now we'll stay on the air for a while.

We are the sound you're not allowed to hear.
The voice not allowed to speak.

But we speak anyway.

Here's some cool music you may listen to
while we're moving to a safer location.

Hello, all you girls listening to Radio Fishguts.
Don't sit at home in despair.

Go register as unemployed.
Then they'll see how many we really are.

And stop believing in
Dr. Bakke's pills against unemployment.

They want to drug us down
because we're troublemakers.

But we speak up not because we're sick,
but because we're empowered!

-If he doesn't get here, we'll just go.
-But he's got the key.

-He won't be coming.
-Yes, he will!

Shit!

Get back here with the boat!
Hey! Bloody scoundrels!

It's not even insured!

Grab the wheel.

They're tearing down our transmitters. So if you
want to listen to us, come down to the harbour.

Enter the bridge.
That's where you'll hear us best.

Here's a greeting to the cops
and the politicians and the whole damn bunch.

If you catch us now, and lock us up,
we won't be gone.

Because new young people will turn up
every single day. More and more of them.

All your little cuties
will grow up to be adolescents.

Ugly, horrible adolescents
who demand to live like humans.

We're standing there
shoulder to shoulder, waiting. But how long?

We demand the right to work.
And if we don't get it, we'll grab it!

-We'll get them now.
-Give them a chance, Sandvik.

No way.
We'll catch them now, and punish them hard.

Hey!