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on the prince's face.

When they fell on his eyes, his sight

returned. He saw it was her.

He took the princess in his arms

and ran home to the palace.

And they had a huge wedding party

and lived happily ever after.

How did you and daddy meet?

We met at the prom.

In eighth grade.

He was in a dancing competition.

He was the only boy.

And he had this really awesome dance.

With great moves. He called it

the "home economics twist".

He was dancing like...

Kneading dough.

Beating eggs.

I remember how he...

He had the pizza cutter too.

Maybe that's why I love to dance?

Do you think I could meet him sometime?

Maybe I could make a dance for him?

I'm sure he'd like that.

You're tired.

It was open. Sit down.

GHB?

Ten liters.

If you're creative,

divide it into small doses, -

- and there's easily

a hundred grand in there.

Tonder wants fifty.

The rest is pure profit for you.

- Smaller doses, higher price.

- Who wants to buy it?

- But it's poison! It's just crap!

- So what?

The kids love that crap.

Try junior high.

- Rich as f***, no brains.

- And then I'm done?

Done? You'll have barely

f***ing started.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

Can you leave now?

We're having breakfast.

This your daughter?

Hi. Eddie's my name.

Eddie Vedder.

Old pal of your mom's.

What's your name?

I should serve you breakfast,

but I don't have that much.

We'll let ourselves out.

See you on Friday.

- Who was that?

- Just someone who popped by.

I'm not leaving it here.

That's not what you said.

He'll come over, we'll fix it,

then I'll call you.

- He's f***ed up. He's paranoid.

- That's not a problem.

If he sees anyone he doesn't know,

he's gone. So I'll take it.

- Well, well. Okay.

- I'm coming with you.

- What if I say no?

- Then I leave.

Bonnie & Clyde.

Okay. You'll wait here?

- No.

- Don't you trust me?

- Does he live here?

- Why you wanna know?

Try the door.

- Well?

- No, he's gone.

He's gone?

He's over at Hundvag.

Then we'll go there.

Did you know what

was in that backpack?

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

Did you know?

What do you think?

I don't know.

That's why I'm asking.

Why didn't you rat me out?

You could have plea-bargained.

Want me to tell you why?

Because we're friends.

Friends don't do things like that.

I'm sorry I took the briefcase. Sorry

for knocking you out. That's how I am.

Ever since then they've been after me.

Bad f***ing people.

- What are you talking about?

- You know damn well what I mean.

I f***ed you and Frank.

I saw that briefcase, thought,

"Maybe that's what they want?"

"Maybe that's enough. "

Then I f***ed you again.

I don't give a sh*t.

I don't give a sh*t about you.

Give me my briefcase.

Let go!

Just hide here. Don't come out.

Okay.

Tonder!

Hello?

I don't have any money.

I don't have the briefcase.

You know perfectly well who's got it.

What are you doing?

But I can't!

Hello?

- You can't be here now.

- I just wanna talk to you.

- This isn't a good time.

- It'll take five minutes.

I can't think straight.

I can't talk.

Then let me talk.

You don't have to talk.

You came to me, right, in the bank?

I was there,

and something happened!

You make me laugh. I almost

never laugh. I make you smile.

I know I make you smile.

I can tell when you're smiling.

Where's your fianc anyway?

The guy you're engaged to.

Who's not here, never here?

Who I've never...

Does he even exist?

I just wanna be with you,

be part of you, part of your life.

Get to know you.

Okay.

Come on, now.

Come on.

Good!

Now the other foot.

The other foot. Come on!

Hi, Merete. Remember me?

Eddie.

Jump in. We'll drive you home.

- But I'm going home. I can walk.

- No, home to your mom.

Hello?

Hi.

Hasn't she come home from school?

No, she... I'd tell you if

I was gonna pick her up.

- Does he recognize visitors?

- No.

- Faces, voices? Nothing?

- No.

He doesn't know who she is?

I can... search for her with the car.

I've tried playing the same song

over and over again.

You can almost sense a slight

degree of recognition, but...

We have to go. Merete hasn't

come home from school.

- She should be home by now?

- Long ago.

She doesn't have her phone.

Isn't in the stables or at school.

And none of her friends have

seen her either. It's not normal.

Could she be at my place?

They're alike.

- This one's bigger.

- No.

They're perfectly identical.

- Are you okay?

- They said we were going to meet you.

They picked you up at school?

What did they tell you?

They said I was supposed to be here.

They drove me here.

Okay.

- Hello?

- Listen.

If you call the police,

we grab Merete.

If you as much as whisper to

your percolator, we grab Merete.

And then you'll be damn f***ing

alone in this world.

- She went to your place all alone?

- Two friends of mine picked her up.

They got it mixed up with

last weekend.

I hope we can avoid this in the future.

Do you want to hear me

play the piano?

- You have to call the cops.

- Think that'll help?

Then they'll grab her for sure.

Do all sorts of sh*t to her.

Is that them?

Behind us. Is that them?

- Is it?

- Stay on the right side of the road.

I think it is, dammit.

Sh*t, it is them.

What do you want?

Why are you bugging her?

- "Bugging"?

- What's your problem?

Get a grip. Jeez! What the hell

are you doing, you goddamn fool?

Fingers in the door.

Come on! Get him!

Fingers in the door!

Bloody hell!

And you!

You f***ing started it.

This is yourfault!

Get into the ER.

Rogaland police district?

- You know where he lives?

- Don't tell him I told you.

I've heard he lives in a camper

with some buddies in Hoines.

She's a woman.

Her name can't be "John".

- John's a surname, J, o...

- What about Elton John?

No, that's his middle name.

He's got another name.

But he's called Elton John.

It's just his stage name.

Hey!

Grab her!

- Bloody hell!

- Sorry. Are you okay?

Hello?

Hi, it's me. Is Merete inside?

Huh?

Find Merete. Get her inside.

Someone's after me.

They're coming for Merete.

I don't have time to explain.

Call the police. Look after Merete.

Get up! Up!

Up, I said. Get up!

Come on! Come on now!

Got anything left?

Come on!

Hey, Tonder!

Tonder!

Cut the f*** out!

What the hell are you doing?

Enough!

Cut it out! F*** that!

- Are you tough?

- Bloody hell!

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