Patrik Age 1,5 Page #2

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Homos! Homos!

Homo!

We haven't heard anything yet.

Looks like

you'll have to stay here tonight.

Don't you touch me,

you f***ing homo!

I'll go get a mattress.

- Poor baby, living with peddephiles.

- You don't know what that means.

They're creeps

who like to screw 14-year-olds.

I know one when I see one.

- Sven, he's only a kid.

- A kid with a knife.

We'll have to sleep in shifts.

I'll wake you up in four hours.

Hey...

Excuse me, but this young man

claims he's staying with you.

Is that right?

We have to consider

our own personal safety. - Shut up!

The police will have to take him

until we find our Patrik.

- It's not our responsibility.

- The kid's a criminal!

So you won't do anything?

Stop, I must ask you

to respect the safety zone.

He may look harmless,

but he's committed serious crimes...

Crimes that involve knives!

Look...

- Hello, what's your name?

- Bernt.

So, Bernt, do you mean that we

have to take in a potential killer...

-...because someone screwed up?

- Discuss it with Social Services.

Bloody hell...

If I get raped, it's all your fault!

Sh*t!

A parking ticket! F***ing hell!

- Hey, everything will be all right.

- Peddephile!

- "Paedophile".

- What?

The word is "paedophile".

Are you hungry?

You haven't eaten for 24 hours,

how about a hot dog?

Do you like hot dogs?

Excuse me...

Oh, sorry.

Listen, my husband, Sven...

We were here, don't you remember us?

Have you seen him?

We locked him up.

For abuse of a public official.

"Abuse of a public official"...

I'm going to sue them!

All because of that delinquent!

All this sh*t is his fault!

A bloody expensive parking ticket!

- Where are you going?

- I can take care of myself.

- We aren't responsible for him!

- We're doing it for our Patrik's sake.

Come on.

- Anyone got a smoke?

- No.

- It's not going to work, you know.

- What do you mean?

The kid...

What's he supposed to call you,

Daddy and Shaggy?

- Don't you have any relatives?

- No, they're all dead.

Every last one?

Know what my aunt said when they

asked if I could stay for the summer?

"If he shows up,

I'll set my dog on him."

So I don't have anybody.

- Homo!

- Bloody brats...

The kids around here like to tease us.

- Homo!

- Homo, homo...

- Shut up, you homo!

- What did you call me?

Go to hell, homo!

- Run!

- You f***ing brats!

I'm going to kill you!

- What did you do?

- Teased them back.

We live here,

we've got to face their parents...

- Nobody calls me a homo!

- All right...

- That doesn't justify violence.

- You should talk!

That's different,

that was a bloody expensive ticket.

I expect you to apologise.

Do you hear me?

Hi. Welcome...

- Where's your... friend?

- Oh...

- You did get your invitation, I hope?

- Actually I'm here to apologise...

Oh, right... I figured you...

Well...

I guess it got lost.

That's all right.

- Where is it?

- Are you an alcoholic, too?

Who the hell do you think you are?

I'm going

to report you to the police...

Go ahead.

If you really think

it will make a difference.

- Shouldn't you get some sleep?

- So you get a chance to rape me?

- Maybe you can't sleep...

- Try anything and I'll get you.

You talk tough, but you're so scared

you can't even sleep.

You know,

I kicked a homo in the face once.

He was on the ground, bleeding...

And I laughed my f***ing head off.

- He threatened to kill me.

- You're exaggerating.

I know what guys like that

are capable of, I've been there.

We've got to keep him

away from everyone until...

- What day is it?

- Sunday.

Damn it,

Eva and Isabell are coming over.

Hello.

This is for Patrik. Give it to him

on Tuesday, when he gets here.

- Why were things postponed?

- We aren't sure...

Excuse me... Hello.

I'd like to apologise

for my husband's behaviour.

Thank you...

He can be very clumsy.

- Who's that?

- Patrik.

- He's helping us out in the garden.

- That's great.

Yeah, he's so efficient.

Are you done already? Good job.

See you around.

Oh, we could use a hand

with our roses.

- We'll pay you, of course.

- No problem.

- You know about gardening?

- I'm not a total idiot.

I did gardening at the home, Rnnbo,

so I know a thing or two.

But getting paid is better.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Why should I, homo?

- Maybe you could help me out?

- That depends...

How much are you willing to pay?

- 200?

- 500.

- 300.

- 500.

Don't fertilise them

more than once a week.

And the blue ones need

something more acidic to thrive.

They must have been

glad to have you at Rnnbo.

Not exactly.

The place was filled with idiots.

Always carrying on.

There must have been

someone there to depend on.

- But surely...

- I don't want to talk about it.

We were feeding them with the wrong

stuff and they had too much light.

Patrik offered to move them

to a better spot tomorrow.

- Could you please calm down.

- With a thug like that around?

Let's eat.

Hey, that's my seat... That's my seat!

- What difference does it make?

- Christ!

It does matter! We might as well

move the plates around, too.

You take mine and I'll take his.

Isn't this great?

- Where are you going?

- To work.

- Now?

- I've got stuff to take care of.

- Aren't you going to eat first?

- Eat? I can't even breathe in here!

You guys suck.

- Shut up, homo!

- What? You'll be sorry you said that!

Bloody hell...

Give me a hand. Come on!

I don't need any help!

Let go...

I'm sorry... I missed the bus.

Here.

Thanks.

Patrik?

I'm going out for a run.

Want to tag along?

I bought these for Sven,

but he's never worn them.

Forget it.

We're going to shop

for gardening supplies.

What the hell are you staring at?

Some cream...

Here you go, dear.

Oh, is the pastry for Dad? Here.

- Do I look like a dad?

- How should I know?

What did your dad look like?

- What about your mother?

- Like a strung-out old whore.

That's what she was. And my dad

can't have been much better.

Or maybe he paid to screw her,

I don't know.

I thought you might be thirsty.

Tomorrow you'll get to meet

your new parents.

- As long as they're not like you...

- I'm sure they aren't.

Your kid won't be like me, either.

That's lucky for you.

You can wait out here.

- Gran Skoogh...

- Please take a seat.

This matter concerns Patrik Eriksson.

There appears to be some issues

surrounding the procedure,

but we should be able to resolve them.

Does this look familiar?

I'm sorry, the original request

contained a small typographical error.

Our Patrik is one and a half,

he's not a teenager.

The boy that came to us should have...

The child this request concerned,

the child you agreed to take in,

is the only child available,

and he is 15 years old.

"Sven and Gran Skoogh

are hereby exempted

from the contract pertaining

to the placement of Patrik Eriksson."

"Patrik Eriksson is to be reinstated

at Rnnbo, effective immediately."

Patrik!

Wait!

Patrik!

I won't do it!

I'm not going back there!

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