Pusher 2 Page #4

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laughing stock at the hospital.

I want to impress her.

- Show me how to do it.

- Relax, I have to get this on.

The instructions are on the package.

The flowers or pictures

have to turn outwards.

It's a bird.

Isn't it a bird?

- You're the bird. They turn outwards.

- What's that?

- Birds.

- No, it's frogs. That's a bird.

- And they go forward?

- Outwards.

- This can't be right. Like this?

- No idea.

My mother died.

- She died?

- Yep.

What do you mean?

When did this happen?

I don't know. About a year ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It turned out all right. Look.

- Are you sure it's on right?

- Absolutely.

- You f***ing did it.

- Perfect! I totally rule.

Listen up, everyone.

I'd like to say

a few words about O.

Because I don't know you, Gry.

But in times like these

with everything that's going on

it's good to know a man like O.

I remember when you showed up

wanting to get into

the automotive business.

That was fine by me

on one condition.

That you showed up every day

and on time.

And he did. But as it turns out,

he's also a good colleague.

He saved Svend

from his little mishap.

The thing is,

I can count on you.

I can't say that for my own son.

But Tonny is coming along.

- What?!

- I'm still waiting.

So are we.

OK, OK. He needed

a bit of slapping around...

...and I've had to

pick him up from prison.

And it won't be the last time.

But that's how it goes.

I just wanna say that you, O,

have a promising future in the family.

And for my part,

you're like a son to me.

With everything that comes with it.

And, Gry...

take good care of him.

- I will.

- He's going places.

Cheers.

Cheers!

...so she ended up at the doctor's.

But he decided to shoot it instead.

Svend, just nod

if you think it's funny.

You're a freak, C*nt.

- Is it your turn, Tonny?

- I don't know. Is it?

Take it easy, Kung Fu Tonny.

- That's how it goes.

- You got a drink?

Is it your turn, Svend?

Cheers.

F*** it.

You better relax, man.

- Would you keep an eye on him?

- No.

- You should take him home now.

- He's right there.

And you're a waste of space.

Make some money.

- Shut your trap, c*nt.

- F*** off.

You have to take him home now.

- Will you take him, Gry?

- No way.

I don't want to get puked on.

Lotte, you take him.

I need some of this.

- Take him.

- Give him to me.

- I told you to take him home.

- F*** you, loser.

- I told you to take him home.

- F*** off. Now!

- We're just finishing this.

- Say again?

Are you deaf or what?

Get lost. F***ing retard.

Relax, Tonny!

Relax, Tonny!

Tonny...!

O...!

O...!

Stop it! What happened?

Calm down.

- F***ing whore!

- I'll whack you.

Stop it...!

- The coke's going to waste.

- Stop!

O! Take him!

Get outta here.

Take that cock sucker with you.

You all right?

Don't worry about it.

- Party's on. It's getting pretty wild.

- Is the Duke still in there?

- Did he see what I did?

- What do you think?

She's a whore anyway.

Hang on!

- I have to talk to him.

- Hello! Bad idea.

- Is he pissed off at me?

- After what you did, sure.

F*** her and f*** him.

I have to apologize to him. It's bad.

That won't be enough.

Don't go in there now.

Come with me.

We'll go to my place.

- We have to take care of something.

- What?

They bought the story

about the sand n*ggers.

I need more time. Those damn

Norwegians are too f***in' slow.

- Stay here, Tonny.

- What do I have to do?

We'll go to my place and break in.

We'll trash it to make it look like

the sand n*ggers are out to get me.

That'll buy me time to get the money.

Why me, man? It's your sh*t.

I need your help, man.

Look at me.

This sh*t's not gonna ruin

my jet- set lifestyle.

I'll go see the Duke.

I'll put in a good word for you

and tell him what a whore Charlotte is.

Are you up for it?

OK?

- Will you talk to him tonight?

- Later, when this is over.

I promise.

- OK?

- Yeah.

Great.

- Shouldn't I just talk to him now?

- He doesn't want to talk to you.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

This way.

All right!

- Can I smash your TV?

- We'll smash everything.

I'll just take out the good stuff.

This thing.

What are you doing?

Stop! That's speed

mixed with rat poison.

- What's it doing there?

- If a junkie broke in, he'd go for it.

- Just like you.

- Relax!

- You said it had to look real.

- You're totally gone.

Take this and smash

something in the next room.

Hi...

What the f*** are you doing here?

- What are you doing?

- I'm wasting her to make it look real.

I'm outta here.

I'm not getting into your sh*t.

You have no choice.

The Duke is gonna kill us.

- Why would he do that?

- Why do you think?

Do you owe the Duke the money?

The Duke is my partner.

Did you tell him about me?

If something happens to me,

it'll happen to you too.

They bought the story

about the sand n*ggers!

They'll buy this one too.

So what's up?

I'm just relaxing.

I'm sorry about that thing.

I just got so...

- Where were you?

- Me? I just had to lie down.

- But I'm here now if you need me.

- Where's the C*nt?

- I'm sorry. I was drunk.

- Where's the C*nt?

He's not here?

Nope.

We gotta find your friend, the C*nt.

You're coming along.

- I heard your mother died.

- What? Ellen died?

- Yeah.

- OK.

- She was a good woman.

- She was?

- She was always nice to me.

- She was f***ing nuts.

Yeah? OK.

Hang on. It's for you.

Yeah?

No. Did you check

his whore- house?

Really? All right.

See you.

They can't find the C*nt.

But they found some broad at his

house, completely smashed up.

- You know anything about that?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Yes, you say.

The C*nt's gone.

What do you think about that?

I don't know.

The debt is yours now.

- I don't have any money.

- You don't?

- What are you gonna do about that?

- I don't know.

I didn't know it was you

he owed the money to.

I had no idea.

- What about Jeanette?

- Who?

Valdemar's mother.

What about her?

If she's giving you a hard time,

I can pay her a visit.

- It's not for you.

- OK.

But if I slapped her around a bit

it might help you and Valdemar.

I think he can handle it.

- It went all right the last time.

- With what?

The cars on the dock.

That went all right.

You know Jeanette?

Have you met her?

- No.

- Consider your self lucky.

She's just as stupid

as your mother.

And you think you can handle it?

Yes.

- She's all yours.

- All right, I'm on it.

Of course you're on it.

She works at the C*nt's house.

We'll get the receptionist outta there.

Let's do it. Let's do it now.

- It has to be for good.

- OK.

You get it? She has to die.

You understand? The b*tch

is not taking my son from me!

You get it? She has to die.

- OK?

- Yes.

- Hi. Come on in.

- Thanks.

- Is your name Jeanette?

- Yes.

- Did someone recommend me?

- Yes.

- Great. What can I do for you?

- Maybe a blowj*b.

No problem. Come with me.

Step into the room.

Have a seat.

Undress, make yourself comfortable

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