Kong Curling Page #3

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If you do...

Then...

The point is...

I'm a little more focused on saving Gordon.

Because they will stalk you,

and you dont want that.

When you are single

you must always work from behind.

Right?

You may well start over.

Driving on the side and playing around.

But you must always

end the job from behind.

Ok?

You get it?

Well, how are you doing?

Yeah I'm fine.

Quit with medicine and stuff.

I am like the old days, now.

This is where it is.

Flemming?

Shut up!

We are waiting for a snipe

that can come anytime!

Snipe?

A bird.

A bird!

- We're looking for Flemming. Is he here?

- Shut up!

Approximately every three years it is

possible to spot a snipe here.

If you see it,

you're going to be totally hooked.

The plan is to train a bit so we can get

the championship title and save Gordon.

Truls has quit his medication.

What do you say?

I've got my new hobby now.

This is sort of full time.

Watching birds?

Stop f***ing around!

I kinda have

committed myself to this.

I can not decide right now.

The bird might be here.

- Pay attention now, boys.

- Oh my god, I think I see it!

Marcus stop!

Damn!

Damn!

Did anyone see it?

You are out of the bird club for good,

Flemming.

Sitting in a cage for 10 hours

and watching birds.

Watching birds!

Help me!

Destroy him!

F***, Truls. I thought

you were in balance now.

Heard anything from Espen?

How's it going with him?

I am worried about Espen. He says

that he has not slept in 2-3 months.

He blames the shitty pillows from Jysk,

but it has nothing to do with Jysk.

It has nothing to do with Jysk.

It's about his father.

- His father?

- Look here.

Postcards from his father 20 years ago.

Lay hidden behind a bookcase.

And I found it here.

Wow! His father is an

Rod Stewart impersonator?

We need Espen in NM. He just needs to

talk with his father. Right?

Hey, it's Truls!

Hello.

It's good that you're teaming up.

It's impressive.

- It kicks off on Saturday.

- Yes.

Are you looking forward to it, Truls?

Yes, it is going to be

fun to play again.

- Now we mostly doing this for Gordon.

- Gordon?

Gordon.

Lyn Gordon.

Lyn Gordon.

Gordis...

You? The zipper, then?

It should not be that far down?

That's not like you. Like that.

Even higher, perhaps?

It should be up, should it not?

All the way up?

Like this?

Here.

Where it should be. Or?

Yes?

What?

Or don't you care about

that stuff anymore?

Don't you?

Wow. Good!

See you on the field.

I'll see you.

In sport of curling

it's all about millimeters.

You must have a sensory apparatus

which is 100% tuned -

- So you are able to

deal with the nuances of the game.

And you must have a team with players

which is 100% ready for the task.

Brush!

Brush!

Oh.

That was too short.

Truls Paulsen lacked both

the finely tuned senses, -

- And one of

the main players on the team.

I can't deal with this sh*t.

I'm out!

What about Gordon.

You can't leave now.

Look at yourself!

You're f***ing junkie!

And I haven't slept in two months!

Face it. We tried,

but it did not work. F***!

In order to rescue Gordon

Truls was forced -

- to say goodbye to his

longtime companions:

Sobril, Doprene, Valium, Stesolid.

And other good stuff.

Truls had to let love in, -

- and simultaneously overcome

his fear of the millimeters.

Hello?

Hi!

I'm making pur.

Do you like it?

I don't think I've tasted pur.

Is it difficult?

Just mixing it.

Mixing it?

I usually eat vegetables separately.

That they are individually on the

plate, in departments.

And then I eat only one,

and then the next, until I finish.

- One and one?

- Consecutively.

Oh, well.

I've stopped with medication.

- How nice. How does it feel?

- Really weird.

I get very nervous by it.

Very unusual.

But I have to stop that if

I'm going to start with curling again.

I have a guest bed for you

if you want to stay over.

Stay the night today

and then we kiss tomorrow.

Good night!

What the f*** is that squeaking sound?

Was that you?

Do you know where it came from?

Ko-ko!

Hello?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I have to go.

Her you go.

This is your key.

And I tossed your exercise suit

to wash. You can borrow it.

This?

Robe?

Hello.

What are you doing?

It's a new mattress.

That was the problem, not the pillow.

Espen, I have realized something now.

I'm excited! Now I'm back.

Can't you join us in NM?

There' isn't going to be an NM,

dont you realize it?

You are completely insane. And what the

f*** are you walking around in?

A robe?

Is that a robe you're walking around in?

You're walking around in a robe and I haven't

f***ing slept properly in three months!

I wondered about a turtleneck,

but maybe he's going to get claustrophobic?

Never knit turtleneck to dogs. They

shall have either V-neck or boat.

- Are you sad or something?

- Why?

You're comfort eating.

- I'm just eating some cookies

- You're mauling cookies.

Into your face.

Are you crying?

- Absolutely not.

- Swallow before you cry!

Maybe you should call him.

Hello?

- Truls?

- Hello?

Can you come home?

- What is it?

- There's something important I need to show you.

What's on your mind?

Come by. I have something I must

show you. That I'm doing.

Was it you that squeaked?

Are you sure?

Are you sure it was not

you squeaking? Absolutely sure?

Ok!

I'm not coming back, Sigrid.

But it... looked very good.

Great atmosphere!

Bye.

Espen, are you there?

Hello? Espen!

There's something you have to come see.

Are you coming?

Oh, for fucks sake!

This is kidnapping!

Can we leave soon?

I have someone that would like to meet

Rod Arne. Where should he go?

You are aware that Rod Stewart still

wears Speedos?

You know what Speedos is?

That forms around your nutsack nicely?

You wear Speedos, aren't you!

Say that you wear Speedos.

No...

I don't.

You're f***ing wearing Speedos!

You are a Speedos man.

You are the Speedo Man. Say aloud that you

are wearing Speedos, or I'll scream.

You are the Speedo Man.

"I'm the Speedo Man!"

Come on!

"I'm the Speedo Man!"

- I'm wearing Speedos. I am.

- You f***ing piggy boy!

You are the Cock Man,

you are the Speedo Man!

Why did you leave our family?

Why did you leave me?

How can I make you understand?

Remember grandfather?

Grandfather Werner?

Werner and your grandmother

ran a grocery store.

Until grandmother heard some gossip

that Werner had gone mad.

He was doing some strange import

a bent fruit called banana.

Grandma was forced to ask a

ultimatum:
either bananas or her.

He chose her.

The following year he died of tuberculosis.

And on his deathbed he said to me:

"Follow your dream,"

"Follow your dream."

You know what, pops?

This may be -

- the stupidest story

I've ever heard.

The most ridiculous...

"Follow your dream"?

Banana?!

Grandpa?!

Holy f***!

For fucks sake!

What the f*** is this?

You're needed on stage again

in 10 minutes, Roddan.

"You're needed on stage again

in 10 minutes, Roddan."

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