For My Brother Page #2

It's in order to -

- do this!

- What do you want now?

- Nothing! Stop!

- Why?

- Because!

- Because what?

- Just because!

Promise to behave, then?

- Can I go fishing down on the pier?

- Did you ask Dad?

He's snoring.

Sure, go ahead.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Hi.

- Hiya.

- You just got out of bed?

- Yeah.

Sleeping late, huh? We went

to see a horror flick yesterday.

- Any good?

- It was awesome.

Totally American, but really cool.

Did you do that biology report?

No, I didn't have the time.

I'll do it another day.

- Now, there's a party.

- What do you mean?

Your old man. He snores.

My dad snores, too. It feels like

the whole house is coming down.

My mom hates it.

- Wanna head on into town?

- Yeah, I guess.

Great. I'll just go to the loo

while you eat.

- Guys, look who it is.

- It's the cry-baby.

Let's go say hello.

- Hey, isn't that the cry-baby?

- It sure looks like him.

- Don't let him eat you.

- He's got a taste for Magnus.

- Hi there.

- Looking to catch some dinner?

- Hey! Are you?

- No.

You should help out your old man,

now that he's unemployed.

They don't buy food. They just eat

the leftovers from his daddy's shirt.

Where's your f*ggot brother?

- Huh? Can't you speak?

- He's at home.

- So, you can speak?

- Is your Pops there, too?

So, does your f*ggot brother

and your Pops ever fool around?

- What are you boys doing here?

- Old fart. I know where you live!

Let me help you.

There you go.

I was bullied, too, once.

But I'm good now.

I'm okay. Say, could you

teach me how to fish?

- Don't you know how?

- No. Wanna teach me?

- You can try if you want.

- I'd like that.

Lookey here. Want one?

- No thanks.

- Aw, come on.

Look.

Having a good time, huh?

- Want some? There's two left.

- No thanks.

Are you coming

to the party tomorrow?

- I'm not sure.

- Aske, come on.

- How many are coming?

- Around ten people or so.

- You should come and bring him along.

- That would be awesome. Right?

Come on, sweetie,

we're in a hurry.

- Where are you off to?

- Going to have our nails done.

Send me a text, okay?

And bring your swim trunks.

My dad's letting us use the pool.

They're so hot.

- I just don't feel like going.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing. I just don't feel like it.

- But why not?

Pretty girls invite you to a party

and you don't feel like going?

I really don't understand

what's wrong with you.

- I can't go if you won't.

- Sure you can.

No way. They only invited me

to make sure you'd turn up.

If you don't show, they'll totally

ignore me. That's so not cool.

Are you sure you won't go?

- It's just that...

- This is my one chance to get laid.

- My dad's not feeling so well.

- Yeah right.

- Silas...

- Never mind, Aske.

Just think about it.

Wanna play some 'World War'?

- Yeah, sure.

- Cool.

- I'll use my new tactic on you.

- Nothing wrong with the old one.

Not against you, but when I'm

playing some Korean online -

- I get owned.

I can't even get my footing.

But this dude gave me a tip...

- Put your shirt on.

- Why?

- Just because...

- Come on.

He said that if you

explore the map fully -

- before your opponent

you quadruple your resources.

- Does it work?

- Sure.

I've tried it a few times

and racked up a decent score.

- Hi.

- Hi, Silas.

Enjoying a cold one, eh?

You know.

Good thing that school

is over soon, huh?

Yeah, I can't wait.

Guess you'll be looking for

a little lady friend, then.

Well, I wouldn't mind that.

But we can't all be as lucky

as this guy.

- Whadda you mean?

- Well...

Didn't Aske...?

Haven't you told him about Sasha?

- There's nothing to tell.

- Who's Sasha?

Just a girl at school.

There's nothing going on.

She wouldn't be inviting you

to a party if she wasn't into you.

What party?

What's this about a party?

Never mind.

We're not going anyway.

Aske said you were ill...

- I never said that.

- Whatever.

- He said so, did he?

- It's not important.

Well, if Aske want's to party -

- he's free to go.

It's a free country.

What was that about?

You haven't told him about Sasha?

- There's nothing to tell.

- That's not true.

Why did you tell me he was ill?

He doesn't look ill to me.

A few beers too many

doesn't make a person ill.

Aske?

I'd like you to leave.

All right.

Sure.

See ya.

So you're telling people I'm ill,

are you?

- Are you?!

- No.

Oh yes, you are. Blabbering

away with your filthy mouth!

You know what?

I'm not the one who's sick.

It's you!

You're sick in the head!

- Did you tell him anything else?

- No!

If I ever find out

you told anyone anything -

- I'll f***ing slit your throat!

You hear me?!

Maybe we'd better call it quits,

the ways things are going.

No, Dad. I'll do it.

Dad, I'll do it!

Your ass is even sorrier

than your f***ing mother's.

- Maybe he'll do better.

- No, Dad... I'll do it.

Jesus, you're pathetic.

You remind me of your mother.

You can show me later -

- how well you perform.

Are you crying?

I like you, Aske.

Come here.

I really like you, too.

We're off.

No bedtime story?

Not tonight.

Dad's waiting downstairs.

- Darn.

- I know.

Where are you going?

We're just going for a drive.

We'll be home soon.

Then I'll come check on you, okay?

What about my pill?

- You can skip it today.

- Okay.

Take off your seatbelt.

Take it off!

Just do as they say.

You got that?

- You got that?!

- Yes, Dad.

If not, this will be your last time.

And you know

what that means, don't you?

Bow down.

Let's go.

Get in there.

Get out here. Come on.

Lie down!

Shut the f*** up.

You've got the sea,

the beach, the woods, -

- the fields ...

You've got everything out here.

- It's a great place to live.

- Oh, there you are.

But we're moving back to the city.

My wife can't find a job out here -

- and the kids are starting school.

- You can't just go back and forth.

- She does that already.

Here's to you, Aske.

You're the greatest.

- And so feisty.

- Just the way we like 'em.

With a nice ass!

Aske is such a sweetheart.

Go home. Beat it!

I mean, she was all over the place.

With an ass like this.

Or even wider. My point is -

- that fat b*tches are

so f***ing eager to please.

And always with

a crease for your dick.

Jesus, you're too much.

I need to wash that down.

He's got a dirty mind.

Here's to a great day.

What a blast.

What are you waiting for?!

Do it! Do it! Take me!

What are you waiting for?! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it, damn you!

Come on! Do it!

What are you waiting for?!

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

Wanna go with me

to Hjorring on Sunday?

You got a hook-up?

Like I always do.

A boy and a girl.

- How old?

- Eleven and twelve.

You can do the girl.

She's totally clean.

You can tape them together, too.

I'm in.

Can he perform?

Can he f*** her good?

According to his father,

he's very precocious.

Cheers.

Hi there.

- Lasse.

- Karen.

Hi, Karen.

You're such a stunner.

- Don't...

- But you are.

Can't a man speak

his mind anymore? Cheers.

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