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- Let me think about it.

Fine, but from now on

we split fifty-fifty.

You're laughing?

You're getting old.

If you want to survive, you have to

deal with the new generation.

The new generation?

Who's that?

Me. Who else?

The king of Copenhagen.

The king of Copenhagen?

So what do you say?

We outnumber you.

Listen...

Do you know anything

about ecstasy?

Why?

Because I have a lot

I'm trying to sell.

- I thought you only sold dope.

- I'm trying out a new market.

You know...

New generation, new market.

Funny...

Are you interested?

- How much are we talking about?

- 10,000 pills.

But they have to be sold today.

- What's the hurry?

- They have to be sold real fast.

- How much?

- What do you mean?

How much per pill?

- What? 7 kroner?

- 17.

I have no idea

what you're saying.

- 7 kroner sounded fine.

- 17. Seventeen.

That's too much.

Little Muhammed...

There's a lot of people

I have to help. Family...

- So does everyone else.

- That's why we're talking about it.

Shall we say 15?

- For Christ's sake...

- Come on.

Okay.

Let's do it.

- Partners?

- Yeah, what do you think?

- What happened?

- Nothing. Everything's fine.

- Anything wrong?

- No.

- Where are you going?

- To get my hair cut.

- Branko!

- I'm coming.

Help me with this.

Are you getting a modern haircut?

- A modern haircut like Beckham.

- Who?

The football player.

Have you seen his hair?

- He has a mohawk.

- You're bullshitting me.

Sell ecstasy with a Beckham-haircut,

then you're the man.

Let me see you.

Yeah, you look good.

- I look okay?

- Yeah. Great.

See you later, boys.

- Call me if you need me.

- Okay.

...it's possible to get clean.

It wasn't until

I started coming here...

and saw people who had

been clean for many years...

that I started to believe

it was possible.

It was incredible.

I am one of the lucky ones.

I could easily have died.

So I'm going to keep coming to

these meetings.

I'm not going back to where I was.

I'm really glad to be here today.

Thanks.

My name is Milo

and I'm an addict.

So I made it to the meeting.

Thanks for sharing.

I must say, I'm a little jealous.

Because my life is really chaotic.

It's my daughter's birthday

and I'm cooking for 50 people...

and it's not going very well.

People in my line of work

are really stressing me out.

They're making the process

difficult for me.

That's when I start thinking:

If I use,

it will make it a little easier.

Or my fellow workers come and ask:

"Do you want a line?"

But I say no.

I don't give in.

And I hope I make it through the day.

I'll see you again tomorrow.

Thanks.

We will now hear the 12 traditions

and pass the hat around.

Hi, my name is Angelo

and I'm an addict.

"The twelve traditions of N. A:"

...and the serenity prayer.

Everyone helps clean up.

Take your cups with you.

God.

Grant me serenity to accept

the things I can not change...

courage to change

the things I can...

and wisdom

to know the difference.

Keep coming back!

Muhammed, my little friend!

King Kong of Copenhagen.

The king of Copenhagen.

- Where is my Djokica?

- What Djokica?

- Djorde Marijanovich. Where is it?

- No one listens to that anymore.

- It's there among the old records.

- I listen to it, you peasants!

Are we gonna talk?

This isn't a social call.

We can talk now. Of course.

- I have found a buyer.

- Oh? Who is it?

A guy from Aarhus.

- We only have an hour.

- How much?

He wants all of it.

All the pills.

Good. Branko...

Branko doesn't need to know.

I can take care of it.

You need Branko.

We'll do it like we usually do.

Branko!

- Branko, come here.

- I got an upset stomach.

- You go with the little Turk.

- Can't you find someone else?

Derikonja, you go with him.

I can't do anything.

Your sarma poisoned me.

What's wrong with my sarma?

The others have left. Branko has

been on the can for a half hour.

Have you been eating shawarma?

We have to wait. He's sick.

Wait?

The guy is leaving in an hour.

This is our big chance.

Don't ruin it for us.

You have to trust me.

You need someone like me

to survive.

What's up with you?

You look sick.

- What does he want?

- What's wrong?

My stomach hurts.

Some kind of infection.

- He has a stomach infection.

- What?

Stomach infection!

A stomach ache. You understand?

I understand Danish, but you don't.

You shouldn't eat Milo's food.

What's wrong with my Danish?

I speak perfect Danish.

Whatever.

So what's your plan?

You don't have to

turn your back on me.

- You can go with us.

- No, I have to pick up the wine.

- It's my daughter's birthday.

- Pick up wine? What the f***?

We have a big deal going down. Give

me the stuff. I'll be back in two hours.

Okay. That's cool.

Be back here in one hour.

- Yeah.

- But listen...

Be back in one hour. And call me

as soon as the deal is done.

I said yes.

Look at that guy.

He's totally f***ed up!

No one can make money for him.

I'm the only one,

and he still has an attitude.

What's up?

Here...

It's okay.

- One hour!

- Two hours. Not one.

A couple of hours.

I'll do it as fast as I can.

Branko, damn it.

What's going on with you?

Branko, hurry up.

I need you.

- Branko...

- Can't someone else do it?

- I can't pick up the wine alone.

- Find someone else. Look at me.

- What was the Turk saying?

- F*** him.

- Derikonja, get up.

- I'm not capable of anything.

I can't carry the wine.

Come on.

- Hurry up!

- My stomach hurts.

What's wrong with you guys?

Come on!

Use your f***ing brain.

Who's gonna open the gate?

I sh*t my pants.

Get out of the car, goddamn it.

Come on, get out!

- You and your sarma.

- F*** you! Get out.

Who's gonna open the f***ing gate?

Idiot.

- Hi.

- Hi, Milo.

- Shall we?

- Let's do it.

Wait here.

- What are you doing here?

- Why? Do you know him?

Yeah.

Lots of good wine.

- Serbian brandy.

- I'll take it all...

Muhammed, my friend. You should

have been here four hours ago.

We had an agreement.

Call Milo.

F***.

Are you having a good time?

Make yourselves at home.

- Good evening!

- How are you?

- Dad!

- How is uncle Jova?

- Was it his appendix?

- Yeah, really bad.

Is he okay now?

Take good care of him.

I'll call.

Come here, dad.

They're taking pictures.

- Zora, is that you? Look at her.

- Dad, you're too old for that.

- What a bombshell. What a blouse.

- Take it easy.

Move closer. You too, Mike.

Smile.

- You look good, dad.

- Yeah, I'm decked out.

Mike, come here.

- What were you doing at Dani's?

- I was buying a car radio.

How much do you make?

I know you deal dope.

How much does Milena know?

Good evening!

Silkeborg is not far. Not for you.

She knows I drive a cab

and I deal a little ecstasy.

- You know anything about ecstasy?

- Need some help?

No.

Listen,

you don't need to deal dope.

I've told you,

I'll pay for everything. Everything!

That's the problem.

Milena gets everything she wants.

I want to support my own family.

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