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Promise me

you'll leave the last two alone.

Then can I get my own room?

- Just promise me that.

I promise

I'll leave the last two alone.

Paul!

What's that?

- An apple.

It was an apple.

How could you do this to us?

Why, Torkild?

Don't you care about your family?

Torkild, can't you understand there

are things you don't do to people?

Everyone needs something

that's just theirs.

So promise me

you'll let the last apple be.

Come here, you! What the hell are

you trying to do? Are you crazy?

Your father can't stop crying.

You go apologize to him right now!

Paul...

Torkild!

Peter's sick.

You'd better come.

Come on, get up.

- Leave me alone.

Stop it, Arne!

- Arne, put him down.

Torkild, I don't feel so good.

Can you move?

- Think I'd be lying here if I could?

I need water, and a doctor.

- And a cheeseburger?

Check if there's a doctor outside.

- Get some water.

We have to get going.

- Shut up and get some water!

I feel weird, weird...

Is it bad?

It doesn't look too good.

- Torkild!

Someone's coming.

Who's that clown?

- Who is it?

It's empty, you jerk.

- Who the f*** is it?

It's a... hunter.

- Stay here.

I once fired one of those.

Howdy!

- How... dy.

I hope you got it cheap?

- Cheap?

That pile of sh*t's been empty

for 20 years.

We were scared they'd make

it into a refugee camp.

We can't have a flock of boat people

running around here.

No, of course not.

- You're not from the Red Cross?

No, no. Don't worry.

We just bought the place.

You guys opening a restaurant?

- Yeah, that's right.

Not a pizza joint, I hope?

- No, just a... nice family restaurant.

We used to eat here, my dad and I.

We liked it.

- Yeah... it's a nice place.

We really liked it.

Well, you'd better

put those boys to work.

Those two look like lazy bums.

Keep after them!

See you around.

- You know where to find a doctor?

One of them's feeling bad.

- He's just trying to get off work.

No, he's really sick.

We need a doctor.

Carl?

- That's me.

He's inside.

How did this happen?

- It was a hunting accident.

I've seen a few hunting accidents.

But this isn't one of them.

I'll pay you to fix him up.

- No, no, I can't...

I've got plenty of money...

if this stays between us.

That kind of thing is expensive.

There.

Okay.

He's got to lie still for two weeks.

- Two weeks?

He can't.

He's got to ride with us.

No! Any movement could kill him.

The wound could open.

He has to lie still,

drink plenty of fluids, and eat salt.

We don't have any salt.

- I'll give you a ride into town.

That's your treatment?

- Yup.

You're not going to do anything else?

- Nope.

I'll go with him.

Torkild... that guy's a psycho.

Want me to go along?

No, stay here.

You're losing some of that.

- Thanks.

I don't know who you are,

or why you shot him.

If you want to run a business here,

you have to stop shooting each other.

We don't do that around here.

- No.

What's taking him so long?

It's not like Torkild.

Shut up.

He took all the money?

- Sniff your sh*t.

I did. It's all gone.

Here he comes.

Howdy.

- "Howdy"?

What's that?

- A van.

You bought a van?

- Yeah. It fits our alibi.

Our what?

- Give me a hand.

What the hell's that?

- What are you doing?

What's all this junk?

- It's not junk, it's culture.

Why should Arne be the only one

of us to see "Rich Man, Poor Man"?

It's a cultural treasure in eight episodes,

and only Arne has seen it.

I've bought eight thousand worth

of culture.

There's Karen Blixen,

and Hans Christian Andersen...

F*** Hans Christian Andersen!

- No, Arne. We can't.

And there'll be no more

"f***" or "sh*t." Say "darn."

We'll be here two weeks,

so we have to fit in.

What about Barcelona?

- You heard Carl.

He was hammered!

He wasn't...

- Shut the f*** up!

You want to take the back road

to Barcelona?

Knock it off, you idiot!

F*** you.

- No more cursing.

Don't you see?

This a chance for us.

Those rednecks think

we're opening a restaurant.

We just need to do a little work

on it, and they'll leave us alone.

You're my crew.

I'm not your f***ing crew.

- It's just until Peter gets well.

Then we go to Barcelona.

Come on, give me a hand.

They're gone.

What do you mean?

- They vanished.

No one's seen them,

and the suitcase is gone.

F*** me.

What do we do?

- We wait.

They'll make a mistake.

And then we knock.

We strike.

- That, too.

Go. You're disturbing my fish.

When they made cannons

in the old days, -

- the gunsmith had to sit on it

the first time it was fired.

There were so many bad cannons.

They blew up when you fired them.

So the king said the gunsmiths had

to sit on them for the first shot.

Arne, we've had frozen pizzas

for five days now.

Who fixed the oven? Me.

You can fix your own oven.

Just shut the f*** up.

There's all kinds of

vegetable sh*t in this.

It was a good idea.

- To sit on a cannon?

I mean, being responsible.

- I won't eat this sh*t anymore!

How many guns have you sold?

- I don't know.

What if one of them

gets you shot one day?

What do you think?

I'd take the guy bowling.

But who's responsible?

- I did 16 months, didn't I?

Who cares if he sold

bazookas to O.J. Simpson?

I need food, I need a bath!

I need some coke!

You can't have any.

- I've got to!

I've got to have something

for my nose, or I'll go crazy.

Torkild! Look at me.

Look at me, Torkild!

You've got to help me.

I can't, Peter.

Arne...

Yeah?

- It's Peter.

Peter who?

- Peter... you know.

Henry, I need a few bags.

- Where are you?

Henry, I need a lot.

- Okay, but where are you?

I don't know...

Newport.

We could meet at the docks.

I need it now.

- You'll get it Wednesday.

Okay, Newport docks.

Damn!

What the hell are you doing, Peter?

You trying to get us all killed?

I warned you, Torkild.

Arne!

I told you!

What's going on?

He stays in there.

- He'll suffocate.

No, he won't.

He was calling Coke Henry.

So why can't I call Hanne?

- I stopped him in time.

Cool it, now.

- Come out, I'll kill you!

He promises not to do it again.

He broke the rules,

he must be punished.

Let's go outside.

- Shut up.

He'll kill us. He can't stand smoke.

- He won't find out sh*t.

It's actually my granddad's fault.

He caught my dad smoking and put

him in a closet with 50 smokes.

He had to smoke them all.

He's completely crazy.

What did you say?

In you go, Peter.

Okay. You can come out

when you've smoked them all.

No, Peter's busy.

No, I don't know when

he'll have time.

Have you smoked them?

No.

- Then you stay there.

Happy birthday to you

happy birthday to you

happy birthday, dear Peter

happy birthday to you...

Here.

- Thanks.

Happy birthday.

Come and join the guests.

Nice gravy.

Call an ambulance!

Come out, Peter, hurry!

Your father's had a stroke.

Hurry up, now.

- Is he dead?

No, no. But hurry!

Let me out!

- Torkild, he needs methadone.

No! We don't use that around here.

Okay... If they don't use that here,

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