Slim Susie Page #4

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It's about Slim Susie.

I should just start at the beginning.

Susie and Blow Dryer Woman

work at the nursing home.

- What's that smell?

- It's crab, I'm sure.

- Ignore it, and work.

- I'm exhausted.

- It happens.

- Hey. Did you do get a hair cut?

No. I've just blowdried it, I getup

a bit earlier to have the time.

- That's clever.

- Yes, it's practical.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean

that about cutting your hair.

And now, dear, you'll have a

freshly made bed.

- Should we wake her?

- No, she's going to sleep anyway.

You know what? I think she died.

She's not alive now, anyway.

So, anyway... BlowDryer Woman

found a strong box of money.

While they were cleaning up.

Something's happened.

I found money in the wardrobe.

And I was thinking.

We should share it, Susie.

We've helped Mary a great deal, and

there's no need to tell the others.

And I felt that...

Because I like you so much...

...I wanted to share it with you.

- Okay.

Let's see. There's about 20000,

so that's 10000 each.

Just between

you and me, you know?

There. Debt all repayed.

- Pay me interest too.

- But I have a pizza tab.

Stop it.

- Will you stop it, already?

- The money.

Never!

- F***.

- The money!

- Who'd you get it from?

- Gudrun, the blowdryer crab woman.

- She found 20 grand, and I got half.

- Half? Are you sure?

- Trust only yourself, Susie.

- No thanks. I'm quitting.

I've heard that before.

Now, go watch the movie.

Gerd Johanson, the biggest

drug dealer in the county.

Once a month she goes to Oslo

and gets as much as she can. A lot.

Then she adds

a zero on the end as markup.

She never does any of it herself.

Except a joint, at parties.

Watch out. Do something.

You've reached Ninja status.

Use a throwing star, or somersault.

- Or a spear.

- Or make him vanish in a puff.

What's that

crab smelling woman called?

Which movie? This one's

all Hong Kong guys.

- Gudrun.

- Right. She's wearing a fur.

She screwed you, Susie.

That fur is worth more than 10000.

The hag has more money,

and I think you deserve it.

There is absolutely no risk

in stealing stolen money.

- Really?

- Especially if it's from a non-biker.

- I've never seen her on a motor bike.

- No, just a bicycle.

- I think she keeps the cash at home.

- You do?

You don't put it in an account

if it's stolen.

- You take charge, Susie.

- Okay.

How much can an old woman

have saved up? Half a million?

Damn!

Tore immediately ordered

an upscale baby carrlage.

BABYSITTER WANTED

Tore hadn't slept for weeks, and

looked forward to a normal life.

He was exhausted.

I wasn't the only one spending in

advance. Gerd didn't do the jobs.

But she still demanded

half the money.

There's rumors about her.

Some say she's a man.

Or that she's not really 43.

I don't know.

Rumors always fly about

the wealthy in this country.

- I heard you got some new movies.

- New movies? Yeah.

Watch this one. Quite a simple story.

A woman is robbed of money

she's stolen from an estate.

An estate?

And after that?

Some yahoos breakin

and steal the money.

- What about the police?

- She doesn't contact them.

And if she were to,

the cops wouldn't do a thing.

Sounds good, I'll take it.

And some candy-for the kids too.

- And some for my brother.

- Go ahead.

So Susie organized the heist

against BlowDryer Woman.

Quite impressive.

Mick. You distract Gudrun going

home for lunch at ten of twelve.

- You mean 11.50.

- Right.

Grits, you take her husband.

He bikes at quarter of twelve.

- That's 11.45, Grits.

- How do you mean "distract"?

- So he doesn't make it to lunch.

- OK, that's no problem at all.

- I'll just thump him.

- No, none of that.

And you keep guard outside.

- Doesn't he get a time?

- No.

If something happens,

toss a bottle through the window.

- Like a Bat Signal.

- Stop smoking. It fucks your mind.

I've been smoking for ten years,

and haven't noticed anything.

I'll show you. Hold this.

That's not bad.

The big day came, and

Blow Dryer Woman was chatty.

She told Susie she'd quit

and was getting a divorce.

- What happened?

- Going home yesterday...

I heard a powerful song on the radio,

and I'd just had enough.

- Know what I mean?

- Yes.

I don't know who was singing.

The lyrics went something

like this... Want to hear?

Don't think me silly, but it's

great. It's meant a lot to me.

Here goes...

I mean it. Gunnar will have to

get himself a new maid.

That's Girl Power.

Go home and tell him.

Yeah, Girl Power. Iwill.

What the hell is this?

I handled my end perfectly.

Who parked

this brown car here? Hello?

But Grits wasn't there

to stop her husband, Gunnar.

Grits had been

so scared of oversleeping-

- that he'd rented

the longest DVD-box he could flnd.

Hello? I can't talk.

I'm watching this really deep movie.

The Catalogue, by some Polack.

Kieslowski. Nine hours.

Susie knew the money would be

where the husband wouldn't look.

Damn...

What's for lunch?

Gudrun? Are we

having pork pancakes?

What are you doing? I'm starving!

Where are you? I need my lunch.

Alright, I'll eat at

the burger stand. No problem.

God damn it.

It didn'tmean to. I fell asleep.

I had a party for this little guy.

- They must have spiked my drink.

- With alcohol, maybe?

- Could be.

- Shut up. -How much was it?

What? This is 2000.

Why is she getting some?

- He.

- She wasn't part of it.

- Neither were you.

- He's a boy.

- Is this all of it?

- Yes, Gerd.

- It's not enough for a carriage.

- You're talking.

Tore was counting on the insurance.

So he pretended to be brain

damaged after the operation.

- What a Jesus moment.

- Did Jesus talk a lot?

I'm out. I don't want to see you

anymore. See you in my book.

- Is it done?

- Two minutes.

I'm leaving. Want to come?

We could live together.

Don'tknow.

I kind of like it here. Kind of.

Kind of... She's just chicken.

- What?

- Nothing.

If something happens, if I don't go,

call my brother in Stockholm.

I'm sure he cares

a bit about his sister.

Why don't you call him right away?

You think he wants to

see me like this?

- In this one?

- Yeah, unfortunately.

Sorry.

Well, goodbye.

Hey!

Sandra if anything happens to me,

look in the drain pipes.

And then?

Then she went home

and got into the tub.

- Where's the money?!

- God damn it, Tore!

- Alright. We'll just leave.

- This is for real!

- I'm tryingto solve it.

- We can't just leave.

She had a gun.

It was totally selfdefense.

A gun in the bath? Are you nuts?

- We'll say Tore killed her to death.

- That stinks.

How about this?

We write a suicide note.

- She couldn't take it, and...

- You goddamned moron!

Tell the police it was an accident.

They wouldn't get it.

They're just so damned suspicious.

Don't trust people.

Gerd went bat sh*t

when she heard about Susle.

She ordered us to move

the body to...somewhere else.

What the...

- Who took the body?

- I have no clue.

- It's just weird.

- It's all my fault.

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