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a little conversation?

Actually it's just

a small request.

Hello hello.

It's been a while.

Do you remember me?

Ole, you know.

We have room for one more in here.

Are you sitting comfortably?

You've grown old.

You must take good care of yourself.

Sh*t.

I need help.

Someone is after me.

A hit man called Dickman.

I know only one

called Dickman, and that's you.

I was thinking of course,

that it may be a coincidence.

It may be

another Dickman than you.

But I don't believe

in coincidences

so I thought

I just had to go to you

and then ask you.

Ask you, ask for help

to try to find out,

if perhaps one in your family

isn't not so happy about me.

Right?

An uncle or a father

or brother

or a naughty nephew or

Dickman

I have never been able

to forgive your father.

What?

He took my woman from me.

That dick had a thousand women.

- You know that?

- One of them was mine.

And what does that have to do with me?

His blood runs in your veins.

His grin sitting is on your mouth.

I've drove damn far

hoping to get a good story.

I took all three of them:

Ronaldo, Jappe, Strike.

It was just the start.

Why are you telling me this?

So Chinese didn't get you?

Too bad.

You can do whatever

the hell you want with me.

I have cancer in the ass.

I sh*t on you.

- Where's my cocaine?

- I have flushed it down the toilet.

- 15 kg.

- At least.

I can give you

a horrible painful death.

Pain is just weakness leaving the body.

Hell, there I was quite touched.

Now, you're f***ing touching me.

Quite into the soul.

That's fine.

It's fine.

So it is.

Wingman.

Not here.

It is now.

They called us to tell

where we could find him.

And what is it they hanged him on?

1389!

- This is a serious provocation.

- What are you talking about?

Norwegians don't know the

Kosovo battle in 1389.

The plate just states the

height above sea level.

It was his first trip.

"Give me the chance."

"I am a grown man."

"I am your son."

"You will be proud of me."

And now he hangs here

in a foreign country.

Like a mongrel.

We must bury him

in the homeland.

We must.

- We will avenge us.

- We must, Papa. We must.

Hey.

What the hell?

Did you forget?

What?

You forgot!

A f***ing parents meeting.

I was at a parents meeting

last month, Marit.

I was at school / home conversation

and went to the f***ing bully seminar.

Now you gotta relax. I have a job,

which is pissing difficult and demanding.

No need to get excited.

You're not an important business man.

You're a criminal.

You know what?

You know me well.

But I also know you.

You're not fooling me

with your Neo-hippie mittens.

I remember when you could go

in all stores worldwide

and buy what you wanted.

Then there was nothing wrong

with the money or anything else.

Take your parents' meeting and stuff it

so far up your dry, Danish ass

you never find it again.

For I sh*t on the f***ing

parents' meeting and I sh*t on you.

It's not f***ing easy

to be me, Geir.

What?

If Dickman has bumped off our people

the Serbs are probably pissed

that we hung that guy up.

Do you want a cup of tea, Papa?

You're probably tired.

Condolences. I will protect him

with my own life.

We had a good deal.

We shared the towns between us.

We agreed that the shitty airfield

should be common.

We have kept our part of the bargain.

And how do they held their part?

Yes, they killed my only son.

My only son is now on the way to

mother Serbia, where he will be buried.

We are here,

and it is time for revenge.

Blood for blood.

Son for son.

See right there.

She gathers a f***ing sh*t up.

What will she do with it?

It is a Norwegian practice.

They do such things.

Goddamn it.

Does it still hurt in the tooth?

Go to a dentist.

When would I have time for that?

- Have you been in a Norwegian prison?

- No, not yet.

You have something

to look forward to.

Good food. Heating.

Good food?

You won't believe it.

- You get wages for jobs there.

- You're kidding me.

I swear!

And everyone is friendly and courteous.

Guards don't harass you.

No rapes. Even the inmates are nice.

No rapes, nice guards...

You don't fool me.

A modern society. Civilized.

See, I had all my teeth done.

In prison?

This week she fetch the boy.

A week with the father

the next week with his mother.

Imagine if you had to share a son.

What kind of people are they?

- That with the Albanian was not smart.

- Serb.

- He was a Serb.

- Not anymore.

We have a big problem.

Now we need to find a solution.

Does anyone have

any good suggestions?

Well, I do not

It was perhaps not a good idea

to pin the bill up on him.

They surely want an apology.

Yes, it's almost as if I were

to buy a bouquet and send them a card.

They want something big in return.

Something that is ours.

Hey? Is there more coffee, or what?

Thank you.

What?

Yes. Now they get

something in return.

Then they'll understand that we are

really sad. Thank you.

Cut the head, wrap it.

Send it to them and say,

it is the culprit.

Say we only want peace.

Say we extend our condolences.

Then we might

get some peace and quiet here.

- Is everything clear?

- We have it all.

- Tape, rope, bag

- Everything, everything, everything!

It's me. We are here.

Should we get the kid?

Why?

Fine. It's a deal.

They say we should wait.

- What are we waiting for?

- They have sent a messenger.

What the hell

Papa says we have to wait.

There we have the Pink Panther. Come on.

Thank you for seeing me.

He has been punished

for his misdeed.

We only want peace with you, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

Are you kind

to draw the curtains?

It pains me to have to say this.

Thanks for the gift.

But I require a son for my son.

- Are you as crazy?

- Do it again and I'll shoot you.

- Now?

- Yes.

You don't want to

get a tooth decay.

- But it's mother's week.

- Yes, and she asked me to pick you up.

I'm doing her a favor. Come on.

Hello. It's me.

Just wait until we're done.

Move!

You isn't working for my father.

- Who were those men?

- I have no idea.

- Disappeared in a van?

- There was something on the side.

- What? What the hell was that?

- A name and phone number.

It was there

where the airfield is located.

Papa, it's no problem to find

neither the kid or van.

And not the guy either.

Get him out

before he starts to stink.

Hello?

He can not

come to the phone right now.

Because he is dead.

As you soon are.

He hung up the damn rat.

The bloody Count will

sh*t his pants

when he gets to know

that we got his son.

I wont take it.

They can't just take my son

and not phone. You don't do that..

Nobody shoots the messenger. What is it

with the Albanian monkeys?

F***ing Mohammedan pig c*nts.

We know what they're doing.

F***ing dogs and pigs night and day.

The soggy pile of inbred

domestic workers and construction workers.

F***ing eastern monkeys.

Now they f***ing taken my boy.

My little boy.

They have dammit taken my boy.

I want them to know

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