Oldboys Page #4

Drop all that talk about books. | It just seems...

Yes, I'm here. | Yes, that's out of the way.

I'll drive you all the way.

Just give me the address...

I'd forgotten how hungry I was.

Fine, just give me the address. | I have to find a pen.

You just stay here and...

Thunderbird.

From '65. | The hind lights have grits.

My dad told me | I was made in one of them.

My favorite is a Ford Mustang.

A late '65. | - 4,7 liter.

289.

Straight-6 motor. | - V8.

Pony interior. | - A round speedometer.

No, that's the '66.

You're such a pain in the ass.

I know.

It usually takes longer | before people tell me.

Alright... That's a deal.

You'll really drive me all the way? | - I always keep up my end.

Henrik, I'll get there on my own.

Oh, Henrik...

How long did it take? | Before you noticed I was gone?

Oh... Alright then. Bye.

They didn't forget. It was a mistake. | They were probably worried.

Shut up, John. | Of course they forgot.

Why do I have to sleep down there?

Because I was here first. | Too bad, Erling.

Bullshit. Why couldn't I choose?

I was here first!

You want some bread | to go with that whine?

Nice tattoo. | What does it say?

Reebok, rebook?

No, it says Rebel. It's old. | - Cool.

I have one too. Check this out.

It hurt like hell.

Check this out.

Nicole Kidman stayed there.

Nice place, right?

Wait, wait... Hold that. | - I am!

There! | - Start her up.

Hello. | - Hi.

What happened here? | - We just...

The car stalled.

Who's the owner? | - It's my... Car.

No, your driver's license!

Would you grab my license | in the glove compartment?

Thanks. Here you go.

What's in the bag?

What's in the bag? | - It's...

It's mine!

It's my bag. It's soccer gear. | I'm a goalie.

The players in the bus left me behind.

So my friend John here -

...is helping me get to my bus.

We have a game in Gaevle tomorrow.

Against the police. | - They stink!

Those old bastards.

That guy, Stig. A real boozer. | And a dirty player.

Alright, I'll pass it on.

Cool... Soccer.

I can't afford that. | - No worries.

You prefer something else? | - No, it's fantastic.

A lot better than staying | with Frank and Nurlana.

We could find something smaller. | Maybe a hostel?

We're not staying at a hostel.

Nicole Kidman stayed here.

What?

There's puke on your shirt.

You figure it out! | It's just four days.

Did you ever stop to think | he might have missed you?

You never did. | You never asked me that either.

Good-bye, Frank.

The jerk never once | asked me how I was.

F*** him.

Oh... it's John's.

There's a party in the restaurant. | You wanna check it out?

What's so funny? | Tell me. What is it?

It's your T-shirt on me. | - Hilarious.

That's a pull-out couch. For you. | - You too.

Who's that Nico Kritman-guy?

Nicole Kidman! | Don't you know her?

I'd do her... | Back to the sleeping arrangements.

I think it's a private party.

Cheers. Welcome.

Just a word...

Let me have your attention.

We have a long day ahead of us | tomorrow, so lights out at eleven.

By eleven-thirty I want quiet.

Who took my brewski?

And keep the beer at a minimum.

Good, that's agreed!

Sleep tight, guys!

I don't dance. I don't want to.

Let's change partners.

Thanks. | - You're welcome.

You and John... | You look good together.

He's a good kid.

He's quite a hand-full, | but a good kid.

How about you, Vagn? | Are you married?

No, no, I'm single.

I don't think I've met the one. | - I think you've met her often.

I'm a good person.

I just have to believe in myself | and express my feelings.

Then I can get anyone.

Have you never been in love? | - Sure, I have.

When I was 25. | Her name was Vivi.

She was special. She was a hippie.

We called her Hippie Vivi.

She was incredibly pretty. | We were inseparable.

She was all I cared about. | You know?

I even proposed to her | on one knee and all.

What happened?

She... Left me.

Have you never been in love since? | - No. Vivi was one in a million.

"That Love is all there is, | is all we know of love. "

Missy Elliott.

John, you have to tell Jeanne | about your activities.

Yeah, sure. That's the plan.

...two, one, go!

25 seconds!

Vagn, it's for you.

Hello? Oh, Henrik...

Yes, it is a bad time. I'm dancing.

Just a second...

None of your damn business!

Sure I'm drunk. | I'm been on the team for 24 years.

In all those years | no one ever asked me how I was.

And I'll be at the game | in my own damn time.

Good-bye!

Well, I'll be...

Jeanne? Jeanne...

I have to tell you something. | - What?

It's important that I say this. | - What?

Is it me? | - No, no. You're fantastic.

F*** it. It can wait.

Gunilla?

Thank you.

What... Hi, Vagn. | - Hi. Ready to go?

You're looking sharp.

So you banged the chef, huh?

Can I borrow your phone? | - She wasn't half bad.

Except for the bald spot, but... | - All I remember is we danced.

Then we went to her room to | get cigarettes.

Suddenly she stripped and | they were swinging back and forth.

I couldn't get it up last night. | - What?

I couldn't get it up. | - So you...

No, I couldn't. It was... | - It happens.

I feel awful.

I think I'm in love. | It's like walking on air.

Good party last night. | Where'd you go? We waited for you.

Should we get going?

You smell deep-fried.

Mornin', guys! Sleep well?

I can't sleep in this sh*t. | My back is out. I can't play today.

Always an excuse for sitting one out.

I had an irritable bowel last year. | - You still are.

Watch the tone. I understand | if you're nervous before the game.

At least hold off until tonight!

Guys, I have a couple of messages.

The game has been postponed.

The police forgot to book the field. | - Those pigs!

Thanks, Jorgen. | So we'll play this afternoon instead.

Get your gear on! | We're ready in a minute.

Vagn called. He's on his way.

He's not sure he'll be here in time.

But since the game is this afternoon -

...maybe it's a gift from above | that he's late.

Guys! Get you gear on! | See you in five!

Damn it, Bitten.

She's got her head up her ass.

I'm not wearing this. No f***ing way.

Has anyone seen my underwear?

So Morten Olsen mastered | the off-side play.

Off-side is very tricky.

You're not off-side on your own half | or if you're in line -

with the opposing team's second | to last player or the last player.

Most likely the goalie. Gravity is | important, because the lower...

Let it ring!

Sh*t...

Start her up!

He wasn't off-side after all. | They lost 3-1.

The referee always gets balled out. | He makes split decisions.

The off-side rule is impossible -

...because the assistant referee | can't be in two places at once...

Stop it! | Don't grope me. Stop the car!

I just... | - Forget it, creep. Stop the car!

What the hell is up with you?

Shut your trap. Leave me alone.

Go after her, John.

Jeanne!

Jeanne, get in the car.

I'm sorry. | - Sorry?

You're the biggest psycho I ever met.

I'm through with guys like you. | And you too!

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