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DEATH IN OSLO CENTRAL

Don't you worry, Filla. Fredrik, I mean. Here.

-I'm not worried! -Take it easy.

I know you boys. I know how you feel.

Your mum will get better soon, and then you can go home.

But until then...

Skanseth!

I'm talking to Filla. Fredrik, I mean.

You can go wait in my office.

Skanseth, I want a word with you!

Hey, calm down, okay?

I want to talk about hookers!

KITCHEN

Shut your filthy mouth, Stein!

Not just the old hags either. I heard you like them young too!

-Let's talk about this. -That's what I had in mind.

-So come out here. -I don't think so.

-Stein! -Ouch!

Hey, hey, hey... Take it easy.

Take it easy.

-Are you going to stab me? -Shut up!

Hey!

Come on now, stop it!

Hey! You fucking--

I'll show you!

Shit, Proffen. I don't know how you do it.

No thanks, I'll spoil my dinner.

You'd think you're in the fuzz, seriously.

I don't know anything about the fuzz.

But I've worked out how film scripts are written.

How the author thinks, you know?

Not really. You knew who the killer was 15 minutes before I did.

Next time, you'll get it.

Pelle!

-Let's shake loose! -Hey, Prof fen! Check this out.

Here, put these on. Ooh, sexy!

Take them off, I have to dash.

-Prof fen, wait! -Huh?

Swing by later, yeah?

-Okay? See you. -See you.

SPECIAL OFFER CRIME NOVELS

OSLO CENTRAL STATION

It's not a deep cut.

The hell if I know. Why don't you go see your mate?

Don't you realise they don't make any money in prison?

We can stay in his flat.

We need some money, though.

Pelle!

-Filla, you look like hell! -Can you lend me some money?

-Is your mum still in hospital? -Yeah. Got any money?

We've been worried about you. Prof fen, me, my parents, everyone.

I'm fine, just lend me some cash!

When will you pay me back?

Run!

Damn it!

Got a light?

No, sorry. I don't smoke.

Yes?

This weather sucks.

I was in Majorca this time last year. That was different.

I've heard good things.

-I was in Beri myself. -Where?

Beri. Somewhere in the Indian Ocean.

The beaches go on for miles. They had a huge disco.

Wow. The other side of the world.

I wish I was there.

Yeah.

Do you always put ketchup in your water?

-No, just today. - It looks like shit.

It's a shitty day.

My mum will have a fit when I tell her.

Tell her what?

That I've lost all the money she gave me for clothes.

Lost?

A pal of mine wanted to borrow some money, but he took off with my wallet.

We're not exactly rich.

My mum nearly had to take her crazy peacock dresses to the pawnshop for this.

She wears these crazy dresses.

This is all I've got left.

-She's actually hard up. -I wasn't laughing at that.

I was just picturing your mum's crazy peacock dresses.

Yeah, proper hippie stuff.

Maybe I can help you out.

-Will you sew me a pair of jeans? -Nope.

Give me your money.

Wait here while I talk to this guy I know at the mall.

Won't they be chasing us?

Chill! I said I know a place.

-What about Pelle? -Make your fucking mind up.

Uh, five hundred.

What's more important? Some lousy pocket change?

I said I'll do it. Some friend, huh? When do you think it'll be?

A week or two should be enough. I just need to talk to Nina.

Two weeks?

Damn it, Filla. We'll make that bastard suffer.

We've seen you here before, you know.

-All right, all right. -Take it easy.

There you are! Grandma is downstairs. We've been waiting for an hour.

-Downstairs? I thought-- -Come on, let's go!

Told you so. Did Grandma buy a new coat? Thanks, cousin.

Sorry I'm so late.

Honestly, I thought you were on a plane to Florida.

Can't get an airline ticket for 70 kroner, stupid.

I'm Lena, by the way.

-And you're married with children? -What?

I spent the last hour imagining who you are, where you live.

I live in Grorud with my mum.

My dad died ages ago. He was a sailor.

It's okay, I never knew him. I've only seen photographs.

Let's change the subject.

Hey, wait.

Any good?

Wow! Like a completely different guy.

They suit you! Come on, let's split.

-Look, your buddies are here. -Hello!

Hello.

-Gosh, look at the time. I have to go. -I have to get home as well.

Can we-- I mean, can I have your address?

I don't know, Pelle.

My mum's so crazy. I don't think you should call me.

But you can find me at Burger King.

Give me a call or pop by some time. My parents are nuts, but they're okay.

It's been nice talking to you.

What a nice pair of jeans you got!

And a kiss as well.

-Did you get a girlfriend? -Don't be stupid.

-My mate's sister was messing around. -The jeans are nice.

-What about the jacket? -Cut it out.

-What's her name? -Is there a lot?

No...

Hello, My.

-The other side, Pelle. -Oh, okay.

The other side!

What about the jacket?

-Get off my back, will you? -The other side!

-I'll be at Prof fen's. -What about your homework?

-Who was Filla hanging out with? -I don't know him.

But he looked like a tough guy.

Do you think what happened is connected... with this story?

BOYS' HOME VANDALISED - POLICE CHASING THUGS

-It's Håpet, where Filla stays. -I can read, you know.

If Filla is involved in this, he's in a really sticky spot.

I just don't get it.

He didn't even seem to be into it.

I think it's that tough guy calling the shots,

And Filla was sort of forced into it.

-What now, Prof fen? -Let me sleep on it.

Thanks for the book, by the way.

Want to tell me about the lipstick on your cheek?

Mind your own business.

Jeez, what's wrong?

Look, it's nothing.

-It was just my mum joking around. -What did you tell her about the money?

That I gave them to a friend who'll get me a jacket from an outlet.

Hey!

-Later. -Later.

HÅPET? FEBRUARY 7, 1990

And it's a lovely morning here on Radio 2 from Oslo, ho-ho-ho...

An outlet store? Sure it's not stolen goods?

Of course not.

-So, when will you get it? -In a week, he said.

Some special stuff from Majorca.

Uh, Beri.

Please don't put on that much.

Pelle?

Pelle?

I shouldn't have laughed.

I'm not in love!

It was just the sister's brother-- Lea's sister...

-A brother's sister who was-- -Rolf!

Rolf! That's probably Leffy.

Him again.

Come in! The door's open!

Fucking ladder.

-Hi, My. -Want to go play? Come on!

Rolf, hi!

That's early.

-Wow, dad. Are you up already? -Yeah, don't start.

Hi, Leffy. You're awfully early today.

-Leffy, can you give me a ride to school? -Sure thing.

-These logs are fucking great. -You okay?

Where did you get these?

Charlie had a relapse over the weekend.

What?

Didn't he get clean when you did?

Yeah, but...

Charlie, wasn't he your first boyfriend?

He wasn't my boyfriend. He was just a nice guy.

He managed to stay clean for six years.

Then he relapsed.

After Line died.

Are you done reminiscing over your hippie days, or will I have to walk?

Let's get going. We can't just sit around here.

-Were you in touch? -Yeah.

-Get dressed and go to work! -Hey, chill. I'm still eating.

We'll have nothing more to eat unless you get to work, darling.

We can't afford you losing another job, dad.

Do you hear this? My family is conspiring against me.

Fine, we're leaving.

Tell mum I'll be a bit later tonight!

Prof fen and I have plans after school.

-All right. Bye! -Bye!

I don't want to ruin my lunch.

-Is it far? -No.

Strange that they only smashed up the kitchen.

Fuck! This guy's definitely hit a cyclist.

Don't get all excited because you see a nice car.

Come on!

-Can I help you, boys? -We're here to see Filla. Fredrik.

Terje? There's someone here who wants to talk to a filly.

Send them in.

They call me Prof fen.

-Pelle. -Skanseth.

-Did you find the cables? -Yeah.

Wow!

We're here to see Filla.

I see.

So you haven't heard?

Did something happen to Filla?

No, but it will once the police catch him.

What?

They've caused a lot of damage and have to pay for it.

They? Who are they? What did they do?

-Well, I'll see you at the weekend. -Yes, see you.

Yesterday morning, I heard a terrible racket in the kitchen and went to check.

The door was shut, and...

As you can see, I'm a strong man, but I couldn't prise it open.

When we finally got it open, they had escaped through the window.

They?

Filla and Stein, another boy who stays here.

They must have snapped.

I understand them, and I worry for them, so I'd rather not...

involve the police.

I think we can avoid that, unless...

Something happens to them in the meantime.

Do you know who they hang out with and where?

I bet he's not too worried about the eighth commandment.

Did you notice the plaster on his ear?

I bet it was a kiss goodbye from Filla.

Which is the eighth commandment again?

Thou shalt not lie.

-SN77300. -That's right. You memorised it too?

-The manager is on his way home. -Did you notice?

What?

-Red primer on the rear bumper. -I guess he's getting a paint job?

Same as his mate's bumper.

-It could be a clue. Don't you get it? -No.

Details, Prof fen. It's all in the details.

No need to be a jerk about it.

Not if you're being a jerk.

Just keep looking!

Here it is! Skanseth.

Kollekleiva 5. Any idea where that is?

You again?

Come on in!

Talk to me, Pelle.

Okay. Remember the news last week?

Someone was tagging "punter” on cars and stuff?

I remember.

But not that well.

Someone's revived an old idea from a few years back.

Women's Lib groups were fighting against punters.

They walked in pairs.

One pretended to be a prostitute, and while she talked to the driver

The other spray-painted the word "punter" on the rear bumper.

Good work.

Someone's pulled one over on Skanseth.

Imagine his wife's face when he got home.

He's not married.

-Did you find out anything else? -Not really.

But I have an idea.

Fuck off!

Shit, isn't that Filla?

MANAGER SKANSETH, KOLLEKLEIVA 13

LIGHT MERCEDES REAR BUMPER SAYS PUNTER

I think that tower's cool.

It looks like something your dad built.

Get off it.

-Look! -Poor thing.

I can only see straight people.

Use your eyes.

-Hi, Rogers! -If it isn't Pelle and Prof fen. What's up?

All right.

-What's up with you? -We're looking for Filla.

Isn't he locked up at Håpet?

That's tough, man. I've been there.

He smashed up the kitchen, knocked out the manager and fled.

Hey, Rogers. Did you get us here on false pretences or what?

Did we take a taxi here just to talk to these two boring squares?

Did you try the huffers' den?

-At Grønland? -Yeah?

Well, if it isn't Lie and Holst.

-I'm afraid I don't have anything for you. -Wow, Roy Rogers knows who we are.

Come here for a sec.

Been shopping?

-What's in the bag? -Fuck off, my mum gave me money.

-That's not your size. -It's for my sister!

Quite a family. You mum gives you money and you buy stuff for your sister.

Asshole.

Fuck! Don't you have a council meeting to go to or something?

-That's not what we're after. Seen Filla? -I thought he was at Håpet.

I've never heard of the guy.

I'm okay.

-Come along. -Chill out.

-Do you know where the huff er den is? -Yeah. I think it's a hellhole.

-I guess it can't be helped. -Not if you want your money back.

Or should I say your mum's money.

She'll lock me up for life otherwise.

Your mum, who's so cool?

For a few days, anyway.

You think Skanseth buying sex is related to Filla going amok?

I don't know, but it feels that way.

-I need to go to Burger King. -A burger sounds great.

No. I said that I need to go there.

What's going on?

None of your business.

Prof fen, wait!

-Hold on! -I thought we were together in this.

-It's not about Filla. It's a girl. -A girl?

-Is that so hard to believe? -Yes.

No, but I didn't know--

I'll only be a minute. Okay?

Buy the Blitz gazette! Want to buy Smørsyra?

-Buy the Blitz gazette! -The Blitz gazette! 15 kroner!

The Blitz gazette! 15 kroner!

Buy Smørsyra! The Blitz gazette!

Don't go thinking you can provoke us with this...

Fiasco?

Is she nice?

Really nice.

Her name is Lena. Her dad was a sailor who fell overboard in the Atlantic Ocean.

Don't ask, because that's all I know.

That's what I always say. No health and safety at sea.

None at all.

TIP ABOUT THE HUFFERS' DEN

Filla!

Filla!

-What's that? -Huff.

Huff?

Sniffing! Huff! Solvents, glue, all that shit.

It's completely mental, blows your brains out.

I'm not particularly keen on going inside.

We've come this far!

KILL THE PIGS

Come on.

Hey, knock it off! We're friends of Filla's!

Put that knife away, damn it.

Do you know where he is?

Like I give a fuck about Filla.

Is there anyone here who might know where he is?

Why don't you ask them yourself?

There are a couple of dudes here asking about Filla.

Let's just get out of here.

That's probably best.

Try Gokken.

-Gokken? -No idea.

Try who?

Who should we try?

Stop it! Leave her be!

Let's get the hell out!

Pelle, I left my sweeties!

Come here, you!

What the hell are you thinking?

Fuck me, what a rat trap!

Gokken? Ring any bells?

I've never met one.

And I don't think I want to.

Believe it or not, but school's been tough this week.

The lion!

There's nothing to discuss.

I needed to remember something.

Maybe being on time when we're finally going on holiday?

To Drøbak? You call that a holiday?

The lion, that's me! Step aside, monkey, because here comes the lion!

No, it was something else.

I'm dangerous, so dangerous.

Pelle, you can play when we get there.

No!

No? They're excited to see you.

They won't even know I'm not there. My steals the show anyway.

The lion!

It's true what he says.

Just tell your parents he's hospitalised with...

Meningitis, for example?

Very funny. Please pack your toothbrush.

The lion!

Oh, now I remember. Pelle, your girlfriend called.

The lion!

Hey, dad. Who?

Do you have that many?

-She didn't tell me her name. -It's Lena.

Sadly not my girlfriend.

She seemed quite keen.

-What did she say? -She said she'd try again later.

-Try again? -Yeah, in a few days.

Rolf!

Come on, let the boy stay at home. He won't make any trouble.

He won't drive a scooter indoors or check if the TV can fly.

That's what we used to do. How did I end up with such a straight-laced son?

Worst case scenario, he'll invite Prof fen over for pizza and a crime show.

Hey, Pelle? What would Derrick make of the following?

Two boys smash up a kitchen and knock out an adult.

Whose car is marked "punter”.

They steal 1000 kroner from a mate and scarper to some Mr. X.

Gokken is Mr. X, right?

I reckon Derrick would have paid the huffers a visit and made them talk.

Though...

-I don't think we should do that. -Agreed.

Those guys tend to stay in one place.

They're either at Grünerløkka, or in the city centre.

That's no good to us.

Gokken must live around the corner, or certainly not far.

It'll be a long night if we're to visit everyone

-Who's "not far". -Got any better ideas?

-Hello? -Hi, it's Lena.

Oh, hi.

Just hang on a sec.

-Hello ?

Yes, I'm here. It's Pelle.

-No need to shout. It's Lena. -Sorry.

I gathered.

You're far away.

I have to hurry. I don't have much cash.

-Got any plans tonight? -Me?

No, not at all.

Why don't you come over?

I don't know.

I'm home alone.

You'll stress out your parents.

There's no stress.

They're away for the weekend.

Well, it could be nice.

Take the tram from the city centre. No, actually. The 21 bus.

No, the tram is better.

Then you hop on the number 2, and then...

I should get going. A Sherlock Holmes book is waiting for me.

Don't be like that. Don't go just because Lena's dropping by.

"Dropping by".

No need to be all polite because we're mates.

I know this is your big shot.

It's not every day the girl you fancy drops by when you're home alone.

-You're not mad, are you? -Mad?

If I were expecting my first girl visit I'd throw you out head first.

Tell her I made the pizza.

Hey.

Did you swim here or something?

The underwater tram wasn't running, so I had to crawl.

Fuck, it's cold.

That's why I'm so late.

It'll get dry over here.

Of course! I'll run you a hot bath. That'll warm you up.

I'll dry your trousers with the heater. I'll turn it right up.

And your parents won't walk in on me?

Definitely not.

They won't be home for a couple of days.

-You sure? -Absolutely.

A bath would be really nice, actually.

There's nothing like it when you're frozen to the bone.

There are towels in this trunk.

Have you eaten?

Not for a while. But don't stress about it.

Just get in the tub.

I'll reheat some pizza.

Nice.

But that's not why I'm here.

Are my trousers dry?

No, they're sopping wet.

You can borrow a pair from my mum.

She won't get mad?

What are you thinking about?

More bread?

Gosh, no. I'm about to burst.

I asked you what you're thinking about.

I'm not quite sure.

A lot, I think.

Everything's a bit jumbled up.

My thoughts are usually like that too.

A lot, all jumbled up.

But right now, I was thinking how much I enjoyed the bath and the food.

I'm glad you came over.

Otherwise, I'd just be sitting here, staring at the wall.

That's my dad's stuff.

Admit it.

You're wondering why I'm so hungry.

Yeah.

But that's okay, we have plenty of food.

I haven't been home in more than 24 hours.

I have some trouble with my mum.

You can use the phone if you want.

No, she knows I'll turn up sooner or later.

I slept at a friend's house last night.

I have to do that sometimes.

My mum, right?

She's nervy.

Sometimes, she goes completely crazy.

I just can't deal with it.

Would you like some wine?

-To warm you up, I mean. -Absolutely!

How did it go with your mum? The money and all?

Uh, cheers.

I told you about Gokken, didn't I?

No, but if it's a long story you should fill up my glass.

More.

So, it was me and my mate Prof fen. He lives downstairs.

In fact, he's the one who made pizza.

Right, so we went to this den.

And someone there told us that Gokken, whoever he is...

Might have put Filla up.

What a crazy story.

Weird.

We don't even know each other.

That doesn't matter.

No, perhaps not.

It was cool that you called.

-I was hoping you would. -Really?

Of course, I'm not an idiot.

I don't have people like you coming here very often.

What do you mean, people like me?

Nice girls.

Who I can talk to.

I have a good mate, Prof fen.

-He lives... -Downstairs, yes.

You said.

It's good to have mates.

-And girlfriends. -What's your friend's name?

Nina. But I don't see her very often.

-More wine? -No, thanks.

I thought boys weren't serious.

Just telling jokes and messing around with girls.

Have you only met boys who are like that?

No.

But I haven't met many boys like you.

Like, nice boys.

Who I can talk to.

I'm a bit of a chatterbox, you see.

Pelle, I'm really tired.

I haven't slept much lately.

My mum is a chatterbox too.

She always wants to talk about something.

But that's okay, honesty and stuff.

You can sleep here if you want.

I don't want to cause any trouble.

I can't deal with that.

There's no trouble.

Are you sure?

Just relax, I'll go fetch some bedlinen.

Hey, Pelle?

I'll stay the night on one condition.

That you let me lie next to you.

Listen...

Yes?

Just...

Would you get really mad if...

we just lie next to each other?

That we don't...

I mean...

Not at all.

Lena?

Dearest Pelle, Look, I just had to split.

I didn't want to wake you, as you looked zonked out.

I need to make up with my mum. I hope you understand

And that you won't get mad. Please don't get mad.

Last night was really cool.

I loved waking up in your arms.

I'll call you.

PS. I thought about this Gokken guy.

It might be this guy Per. People call him Gokken.

I think his surname is Gokkestad.

But you didn't hear this from me. Understood?

A kiss in your ear, Me.

-Would you chuck her out at midnight? -Why did she leave so soon?

She had to make amends with her mum.

Did she dump her boyfriend and cut him out of the photo?

Fuck off.

I wonder if I'll ever get a girlfriend.

Sure you will.

And she's not my girlfriend. I don't even know her surname.

That's what they call love, when those things don't matter.

We're not going to discuss love, okay?

We're going to find Filla and get my money back.

And figure out the deal with this Skanseth guy-- Oh!

-Lena thinks Gokken's name is Gokkestad. -Lena does?

I know who will know where he lives.

Catch!

Hey, Roy! Catch!

Gokken? You bet.

He's a nasty piece of work.

He's in and out of prison like housewives are in and out of the shops.

-What do you want him for? -It's Filla we want.

I need to talk to him, Leffy.

We think he's staying at Gokken's.

Hey! Use your eyes! Are you stupid or what?

-Fuck! -Well now, Rogers.

-Do you need a hand? -Are you both deaf and blind?

What does your dad have to say about it?

-He doesn't know anything. -Maybe just as well.

Gokken is in prison at the moment.

For a couple of years, I think.

But he's always had a place down at Grønlandsleiret.

Do you know where that is?

Thanks, Leffy.

- I didn't know you had a job, Roy. -Keep that to yourself.

I'm glad I don't live on this crappy, polluted street.

I guess we'll start checking doorbells.

One side each.

-Fuck you! -Fuck you!

This is Bobby on Radio 2.

I won't let you sit around all by yourself, wherever you may be.

-What's up with you? -I've had it.

Come on, Sherlock.

Yes! Prof fen, look!

Should I try the doorbell?

I think it's broken.

We'll have to find another way.

-Are you sure they're in? -It must be the top floor one.

-Are you sure? -Yup.

Fucking brats! What do you think you're doing?

The doorbell works, you know!

-Sorry, wrong window! -We usually kid around with...

Our uncle, Gokkestad. Throwing stones at his window and stuff.

Gokstad? He doesn't live here, he's over there!

-Let's go. -Fucking kids!

-He'll call the fuzz. -No, I don't think so.

-Pelle, don't. -Chill.

No, wait.

What the hell is all this racket--

-Shit, we've been found! -Filla, come down here! I want a word.

No, you come up here.

Just hang the key on the nail.

Filla, where's my money?

How the fuck did you find us?

-Where the fuck is my money? -You'll get them soon.

How the hell did you find us here?

Stein, calm down. They're all right.

I want to know how they found us.

-I want to know where my money's at! -Calm down.

We asked the huffers. They mumbled something about Gokken.

-Who's this guy? -That's Prof fen.

Him and Pelle have helped me out before. They're completely straight.

I can tell.

Can we sit down?

You got me a bit concerned, Filla.

You took my money and ran.

That's not like you.

So we went up to Håpet and talked to the manager.

The Bear? What the fuck did you talk to the Bear about?

Nothing.

We said we know Filla and pretended not to know about the smashed-up kitchen.

Look, Pelle. You'll get your money back. But we need it for this really dope plan.

There's no plan that will prevent the fuzz from catching you guys.

We need to sort something out first.

What are you talking about, Filla?

We'll squeeze the Bear like a lemon.

Should be plenty of juice.

Exactly. That bastard will be sweating a lot for sure.

He'll have to pay good money not to sweat even more.

Extortion?

That carries a hefty sentence.

Obviously, he'll know who's behind the whole thing.

But there's no chance in hell he'll turn us in.

Don't be so sure.

He'll just tell them the punter thing IS a misunderstanding.

How do you know about that?

When we talked to Skanseth, we quickly worked out that he was dodgy.

We went to his place and had a look underneath the primer on his car.

Shit, Stein! Didn't I tell you these guys are smart?

But not as smart as us. We're the ones with an ace up our sleeve.

And don't you dare tell them about it.

You've got something else on him?

By the way, how did you find out he's a punter?

Nina. My sister.

She started using heroin at 17.

She's one of the girls that old pig has been exploiting.

She told me not so long ago.

Fuck. You've got every right to be mad.

I told him how I felt about it.

And he completely lost it.

He had Stein in a choke hold. I had to whack him with a chopping board.

We saw the plaster.

But shitty as it may be, buying sex isn't illegal.

Get a grip. These guys must have something else on him.

Damn right we do. We're just laying low until the time is right.

Let's go.

You have my number. Call me if you need me.

You guys are all right. I'll call you!

And Pelle?

You'll get your money back.

Pelle, wait! Why are you running?

Get off my back, will you!

I see. The jumper in the photograph.

-I think it's for me. -Okay?

So answer it, then.

Hello?

Yes?

Pelle?

-Is this Pelle? -Yes, it's me.

-Is there something wrong? -Wrong?

You sound a bit slurry.

No, there's nothing wrong.

I just wanted to...

-Hello? Are you there? -Pelle?

Hi. Yes, all good.

I just wanted to say hello. I had a great time the other night.

Cool. Yeah, it was really cool.

-Will you be stopping by soon? - think--

-Pelle, what did you say? -Lena...

I asked you what you thought of the method.

And then you replied, "Lena".

What kind of answer is that?

I'm sorry. I was dreaming.

About Lena?

Yeah... I mean no. My aunt Lena stayed over last night.

She was screaming all night, so I didn't sleep a wink.

And now I'm really tired.

Go splash some water in your face so you're awake for the next lesson.

We've known each other forever, and now you're lying to me!

"Auntie Lena". What's your problem?

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

I gather you're in some kind of trouble.

Got any money?

Could you take my bag home?

-What's going on? -Tell them I started throwing up.

BUS TERMINAL AIRPORT BUS

You weren't planning on parking here, were you?

Hey, get off!

Yep!

Hey...

Don't waste time on this little idiot.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, sit down. Get yourself a beer!

I have to finish this for the exhibition. Can you transport it?

Sure, stop stressing!

-Time for a beer. Right, Pelle? -Nah, I'm good.

You were right. He's too straight-laced.

Something's up. He's not said a word for days.

Girl trouble, I think.

-Fuck off! -All right, Pelle.

One day, I'll tell you about the girl troubles we've had.

It might take a week.

I think I've heard enough already.

Hey, Leffy?

If your girlfriend had a heroin habit, what would you do?

-He asked me! -And you're the right person to ask.

I am, Pelle. I'm the right person to ask.

I've done a lot of crazy stuff over the years.

I don't hit girls, I just don't.

But if my girlfriend started using heroin...

I think I would have beaten the shit out of her.

I would have slapped her, at least.

But I don't imagine that's the answer you were looking for.

But I would completely lose it.

-You were doing it for six years, right? -Yep. Six years.

And it took me another six years to get clean.

Your dad helped me. And many others too.

I know I often tease you, Pelle. But this is a bit heavy.

-How bad is her situation? -I don't know.

I'm just guessing it's heroin.

She's trudging around like she's 80.

Her voice heavy as lead, you know?

First, don't panic. You need to think clearly and remember this:

It's never too late to turn it around. Never.

What should I do? Last time I saw her, she couldn't care less.

She just stood and watched while her mates beat me up.

She called me an idiot and said they should leave.

Let me put it this way, Pelle.

Maybe she had to say those things in the moment.

We don't know how hooked she is.

I presume there's no miracle cure.

One thing's for sure, she needs to get off the streets.

That's hard enough, don't get me wrong.

Especially if she doesn't want to.

I'll have a little think.

I do know a few people, after all.

And it's amazing how far friendship will get you.

-Don't forget your wife now. -Of course not.

Friendship and love.

I thought you needed to finish that piece for the exhibition?

That was the plan. Then you come along with a crate of beer.

You know what happens then.

Cheers.

Where the hell have you been?

I had a chat with Leffy.

Filla and Stein called, said it was important!

Important? How?

Get your jacket on!

I have something important to tell you as well.

About Lena.

Tell me on the way there!

Skanseth.

Terje Skanseth?

Goes by the moniker the Bear?

All young boys, watch out!

Hello? Who is this?

It doesn't matter who I am. I want money!

We can talk about details later.

You just need to prepare your bank.

That's funny. Filla, is that you?

It makes no difference who I am.

Your problem is that you're a pig.

And that the entire nation might soon know about it.

What a pig you are.

-I know this is you, Stein. -That won't help you.

What's important is that Filla and I borrowed some cameras and zoom lenses.

We visited your nick of the woods to photograph the wildlife there.

And guess what we saw?

Can you guess?

Put on the recorder.

Put on the recorder!

-Can you guess? -No?

The Big Bear himself in his den.

And he wasn't there on his own.

He had several of his friends with him.

And some cute little female bears.

You get me?

Now, you listen here, Stein...

They were very young, a couple of them.

But they looked really good in the photos.

Filla and I are just wondering what to do with them.

Now, listen here...

Perhaps you'd like to buy these photos?

Will you listen to me?

You'll receive some sample photos tomorrow.

If you like them, they're yours for 100,000 kroner.

But if you're not interested, I know some papers and magazines that might be.

Stein!

Listen now...

You can't--

Yes, I can!

We'll discuss the details once you've seen the artwork.

Whoop! One hundred thousand!

Did you do that?

-You took photos? -Yup!

Through the basement window.

You know that narrow style window? That was plenty to get the pics.

We made a deal with Nina, my sister.

She'll get a third of the money once the deal is sealed.

She tipped us off about those old pigs.

You have the photos?

Want to see some porn?

The guys have a drink, then the girls show up.

Nina's too old, so that's no good. But look at her friend!

She's only 15 years old. Get it?

If this gets out, he'll be locked up for years!

Fuck!

What an asshole.

Not cool.

Chill, don't worry.

Those guys are rubbish.

Just pick them up.

Shut up and pick up those photos. And be careful with them.

Don't worry, it's fine.

Pelle?

What's the matter?

What's going on, Pelle?

That was Lena in those photos.

What a mess!

Fucking hell, what a mess!

That girl?

Has the world gone off the rails, or what?

We have to do something, Pelle.

What are you talking about?

We need a plan. No more dawdling.

What's the most important thing right now?

Finding Lena.

Of course. But Skanseth can't get off the hook simply by paying.

And Filla and Stein can't end up in prison over this.

We have to find Lena first of all.

Of course.

We have to be smart.

Check it out.

We need to steal those photos!

Would you like one?

Thank you.

Let's go hunting.

It's crazy.

There's nothing I want more than to find her and talk to her.

But I also don't want to find her.

Stand back.

Hey, stand back! Make way for the paramedics.

Let them through!

Can you see who it is?

It's Stein's sister.

It's Nina.

You in the back! Please move out of the way.

Do you know her?

Heroin.

Keep on moving.

Keep on moving, folks.

There's nothing to see here.

Please let the paramedics through.

Let them through!

Lena.

We need to save her from Skanseth.

And any other punters.

I have an idea.

It's rotten to the core.

But it's our only chance.

We have to find Lena.

We have to think clearly.

Our only chance to get those photos is right now!

Filla, it's Prof fen.

Something awful has happened.

Nina, Stein's sister, has been taken to A&E.

I think she overdosed.

Yes, do that.

That was a really rotten thing to do.

We need to go, now.

Nina is dead, regardless.

Stein won't be better off grieving in a prison cell.

But I agree. We have to get those photos.

Skanseth must be punished.

He needs to suffer.

There they are!

The negatives.

Okay, let's go.

Now it's all about Lena.

We've checked every possible location four times.

Now what?

I'd like to go home and check my PC.

I don't think your machine can help us now.

I think it's time we used our brains.

So, where do we go? The Central Station again?

No, there'll be fuzz everywhere.

Everyone will keep clear of that area.

And if we don't find her?

Then you'll have to stop by my parents when you get home

And tell them I have something I need to do.

Got it.

Only, I'm not going home.

You're such a good friend, Prof fen.

-Such a good friend. -Stop it.

It's about time I got introduced to that girlfriend of yours, right?

You want a number?

Have you seen Lena?

Oh, her.

Get your hands off me, you bastard!

Please, it's important.

Shit, will you stop groping her?

Never mind him. Have you seen her?

I don't see anything.

Pelle?

-Ouch! Fuck! -Get in!

Let go of me! Ouch!

For fuck's sake!

Lena!

Pelle!

I know this sounds corny, but could you follow that car?

-Proper Miami Vice ? -Something like that.

What are you up to, lads?

We want that the bastard in that car

To explain to a judge why he's fiddling underage girls.

Fuck!

How do you know this guy?

Hey! Wake up! Do you know that boy?

Do you?

Go around the back!

Let me go!

Now, you listen to me, Lena.

-Where's Stein at? -Stop it.

Prof fen!

What the hell are you doing here?

-Ow! -Stop it!

These boys are my clients!

You're abetting extortionists. That's a criminal offence.

Want to make a bet on who'll serve the longer sentence?

Just let him go! We have plenty of evidence.

Lena!

Lena!

Lena!

Pelle, what are you doing here?

Come with us. Or do you want to play with the big boys?

You don't know what you're doing! You don't understand!

I know everything, Lena.

I know everything.

I need those photos.

Photos? Fuck, you have the photos?

Give me them, Pelle! Give me them!

I had to take them so that Stein and Filla wouldn't mess everything up.

It was Nina and I...

Who...

Who...

Nina died tonight. She overdosed.

You're lying, Pelle! That's a fucking lie!

-I can't do this. -Lena, we have to.

We have to. Come on.

Where have you been?

It's just my mum.

Why didn't you call?

-This is too much. -Wait!

Please go away.

I can't deal with this!

There'll be no trouble.

Okay?

Wake up! They're here!

She used to work at the crisis centre, she's good at this.

Well, if everything is all right, we'll go to bed now.

There's food in the fridge.

Everything isn't all right. Please stay.

We have something to tell you.

I can tell them myself.

In that case, you and Pelle can go make us some coffee,

While Lena and I have a little chat.

Isn't it a bit late for coffee?

I think it'll be a really long night.

Pelle?

You're in there, right?

I'm right here.

I thought you were making us coffee?

Lena is fast asleep.

I wish you could grow up in a less painful way, son.

How did she end up like this?

These things happen.

If you're left to your own devices as a child... You know what it's like.

-What about her mum? -She tries her best.

-Did you call Leffy? -I'll call him tomorrow.

And we'll call all the crisis centres and halfway houses.

We'll make the rounds.

We'll get through this.

But now I really need some sleep.

Is Lena sleeping on the sofa?

-No, in your bed. -Then I'll take the sofa.

Do what you did last time. Lie next to her. She trusts you.

This is going to be a lot of hard work.

Having to go pick her up in town every time she gets cravings.

Shoplifting.

-Angry outbursts. Withdrawal symptoms. -Rolf.

You're forgetting something.

Remember what you said about Leffy.

About friendship and love.

Of course she'll stay with us.

Howdy, partner.

-Ready for a road trip? -Sure.

-Where's Lena? -Social Services.

There's paperwork and stuff.

We'll pick her up from there.

-Hop in. -Have a nice trip!

What?

I said, have a nice trip! Hang on, I have a present for Lena.

I don't know about her, but you don't have enough cavities in your teeth!

-Bye. See you tomorrow. -Bye.

Leffy, I don't understand these judges. Skanseth only got four months!

-And your mum said you've matured. -It should be four years!

Things don't always work out the way you think, Pelle.

What about Filla? Will you get your money back?

He's working on it.

A present from Prof fen.

Are you scared?

What about you?

Will you wait for me?

THE END?

Subtitles by: Ingvild Andersen