Jitters Page #3

- Why don't we meet more often?

- I don't know.

- We should.

- No doubt.

- How are you?

- Fine. And you?

Just fine.

- What is this?

- Just taste it.

- Are you drunk? Have some.

- No, I'm done.

Go home, kids. There's nothing

happening here. Hurry!

Just take it easy tonight.

- Walk her to her door.

- Yes.

- Isn't everything all right?

- Do you know where Markus is?

- Hasn't he just left?

- I don't know.

He won't go far.

- Thanks for the help.

- No problem.

See you later.

I saw that it was

a friend of Nemjana.

Of course I'm sure,

try to get some information.

I don't want Stella

and her friends finding out

that we know these jerks.

Just find him.

Stella...

What are you doing?

Come. Lie down.

You're not getting this,

are you? - What?

No way, Greta.

And I don't have any money.

I have the rent. I just didn't

know about this insurance fee.

You'll have to figure it out.

It was your decision.

I did it because you're

impossible to live with, mom.

Come on, Greta.

You're always having

some damn parties.

You're never home anyway.

No, because I can't stay

in this rathole with you.

- I'll be going then.

- Yes.

I'll call you.

- What's his name?

- I don't know.

Not that one. Haraldur.

Your father? Why, Greta?

He's a loser.

I don't care. I just

want to know his name.

Are you just going to knock

on his door,

smile and introduce yourself?

You promised me that I could

at least know his name.

Yes.

Are you going to tell me then?

You're unbelievable.

Move over.

Are you satisfied now?

That's him.

His name is

Haraldur Simonarson.

Haraldur Simonarson?

When was this picture taken?

Sixteen years ago, of course.

At a festival.

Hi.

She doesn't want to help me.

You know I'll end up

as a stripper.

- She's such a b*tch.

- I know, she sucks.

She told me

my father's name.

Really? Then it's a piece of cake.

We'll just get him to pay.

What's wrong with you? I only

want to know who he is.

Let's google him.

- Hi.

- Hi. Where were you?

At the record store.

- And?

- There's nothing available.

Judda is googling my father.

Have you found something?

I need to know

his name first.

Haraldur, Haraldur Simonarson.

Do you know his last name?

Mom just told me.

- Really?

- Yes.

We need some money

for Greta.

Is he supposed

to get the money?

I don't know

what she's thinking.

What have you found?

This one was born in the 80s

so it can't be him.

This is some handball guy.

- Is this guy a complete nobody?

- Probably.

Would you recognise

a picture of him?

I've seen one photo of him

but it was an old one.

Could it be this one?

He does look a little

like you.

- I think it's him.

- Really?

Let me see. Yes!

He has a Facebook page.

I'll just send him

a message.

I made a Facebook page.

I found some photos online

of this girl and called her Mjoll.

I've added friends of Haraldur

and two have already accepted me.

Check this out. "Hi, Haraldur,

you look so familiar,

were you working

at Kaupthing bank

- four years ago? Mjoll."

- You're crazy.

Mom! What the hell are you doing?

You never tell me anything

so I just...

What's wrong with you?

What do you need to know?

Why you avoid your home

and why you avoid me.

Do you think it's all right

to look at my computer?

- What am I supposed to do?

- Get out now!

You don't order me about

in my own house.

- What's up?

- Just my mom.

She can't be worse than

grandmother. - Don't be too sure.

- About the other night...

- Yes.

Wait a minute.

Mitrovic, can you take

the register? - Yes.

- Don't you get it?

- Yes, I think so.

I just can't believe that I'm

the one who... - Gabriel.

There are so many things

that I want to tell you.

It's all right, really.

- Mitrovic asked me to the movies.

- Great.

Stella, come over here.

There you go.

I found him. No money,

but he gave me this.

- Let's notify the police.

- I'll do it.

I don't know how I'll

explain this to Stella.

Greta, he replied!

No, I've never worked

at a bank, fortunately.

I work as a massage therapist.

You're always welcome

if your back is troubling you.

Massage therapist?

I'm so going to get a massage.

- Thanks for tonight.

- You too.

- See you tomorrow.

- Yes.

Maybe we can do this

again sometime?

Grandmother is coming.

I don't want to meet her.

Stella, get out

of the car at once!

Would you mind.

He's just a friend.

A friend.

Quit it. You're embarrasing me.

Go away. That is,

if you understand Icelandic.

- Grandmother!

- I'm Russian but I've lived here

for five years

so I know the language.

Don't listen to her. As you can

hear she's just retarded.

Just go, I can't stand this.

You're such a b*tch.

Shut up, leave me alone!

So you've come

to save the world?

What's going on?

What is she doing hanging around

with these damn foreigners?

Everyone knows what

this flirting leads to.

- He's just a really nice guy.

- Nice!

You're too young to know how

these Talibans can be.

I wasn't surprised when I heard

that Stella's mother had died.

When she went to Denmark

with this lowlife,

I begged her not to take

Stella with her.

She was only five years old.

But she took her with her.

I just don't know what to do.

She's so prejudiced.

She's ruining my life.

- Judith.

- Yes.

Walk this way.

Greta!

- Hi.

- Hi.

How was it?

Are you sure this

is your father?

Am I sure?

He was just incredibly nice.

I can't believe he's such a loser.

How did he look?

Is he tall?

Kind of cute. Tall and dark-

haired. Just really nice.

Really?

We were just talking

at Tara's place last night.

- I nailed her.

- No!

She's going to give me

another chance. Very nice.

Do me and everybody else a favor.

Don't screw this up.

I'm not screwing anything up.

Relax.

- Just a Coke.

- Same for me.

- What's new?

- Quite a lot.

Greta's father massaged me

and I have to say, he's cute.

You should get to know him.

Maybe you'll be Greta's stepmom.

Teddi! He's an old man.

How old are you supposed to be

when you get to be an old man?

Forty. They become old right

away when they reach forty.

I've heard that they become

smelly, pot-bellied

and crazy for young meat.

- Thats you, babe.

- You're disgusting.

Or they're jerking

off over anal sex on the net.

Watch your mouth.

- They know how to live the life.

- Shut up for once.

I like you better like this

than crying on my shoulder.

You're here already?

Your father and we decided

to have a little chat.

Have a seat. - I'm done

with this. I'm sixteen.

Don't think you're grown up

although you're sixteen.

We're here because nothing

has changed

since our last family meeting.

You're never home and we have no

idea what's going on in your life.

Mom, I'm just hanging out

with my friends.

You could have gotten a job

when you came back from England.

You know that I applied for jobs.

All the summer jobs were taken.

I'm still waiting for

a reply from the record store.

I know you could have gotten

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