Storm

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-What's the matter?

-There's too many of them.

-What happened?

-I don't know.

So, you got it?

Where do we meet the others?

We're the only ones Ieft.

We're the only ones left.

Take this and get out of here

as fast as you can.

I'll stop them.

I'll make sure to stop them.

Run.

Why do we always forget

what it's like to feel something?

Isn't that strange?

That we never learn about feelings.

Where is it?

The box. Where is it?

Where is it?

The storm hit Gotland with

enormous force three hours ago-

-and is said to be growing. Major

damage has ben inflicted on Visby.

Many people are reported dead

and hundreds missing.

The numbers are hard to confirm,

due to lack of communication.

The storm now seems to be

moving towards Stockholm.

Damn, they're really going at it.

Slow down, so Janne doesn't

come too soon - he usually does.

Careful!

Way to go, Janne. Enjoy it now,

that excitement will fade soon.

Don't get me wrong. l like

the idea of love and closeness.

Sad movies actually make me cry.

Just as an example.

Vut what deos love really mean?

Shared independence,

shared economy, shared custody.

''A real man takes care of himself'',

like Dad used to say.

And how do you accomplish that?

Instead of lots of drinks

and an embarassing morning-

-I commit

this kind of girl to memory.

So you keep partying, and

retrieve her when you get home-

-and want to have a good time.

''Ich komme gleich!!''

Look, farmers.

Here's a confession.:

I'm from the countryside.

From Vnersborg.

Also known as ''Little Paris''.

WELCOME TO VNERSBORG

''LITTLE PARIS''

In a Swedish Small Town,

you have time for the good things-

-and you care about each other.

But what's under the surface

will cut you.

The ultimate punishment would be

moving back there - to Envytown.

-Hey there, Knugen.

-Hey, man.

Que pasa? Hold on.

- Hi, Malin.

-Where's that article?

-Tomorrow.

Malin is my boss

at the free listings monthly.

She's got silicone tits and does

a furniture salesman on the side.

A brute who told me

she loves it up the ass.

Every time I see her,

it's the only thing I can think of.

-By tomorrow!

-Sure. Can I get an advance?

Call me. Take this, you'll need it.

-I'm back.

-You coming to Oblivion tonight?

Oh, you bet.

-Marlboro Lits, there you go.

-They're called ''Lights''.

-I have a poem for you.

-Great. Culture!!

-''You will always remember me...''

-Listen, girl. Shut up.

I've got to get going.

Time is money. - See ya!

One strong mojito.

This guy thinks I'm a food writer.

So he treats me to everything.

Fine by me.

I read your thing about the

death of clubs. Really good.

It was touching, important somehow.

-What an idiot.

-So, what else are you doing?

-What are you writing about?

-Celebrity movie premieres.

Like this one. Free movie, Estonian

liquor, hot babes. Great gig.

The next thing isn't nearly as great.

I'm writing about computer gamers.

Seriously. Pixellated characters

searching for some Grail.

-How any adult can...

-Damn it! Are you okay? I'm sorry.

It's alright. I didn't feel a thing.

I haven't felt skin sensations

since I was a kid. It's fine.

-You really don't feel a thing?

-Nope.

I didn't feel it. I haven't felt skin

sensations since I was a kid.

-This one's on me.

-What do I want from life?

Except for the obvious.:

opening a rum bar in Cuba.

Yeah, well...

What do you want from life?

There you go.

It's not really all that easy.

All of Visby!

Can you grasp that? I can't.

Bombay, ChiIe or San Francisco

makes sense. My sister lives there.

What if the storm hits here?

Stay inside.

No electricity.

No TV, stereo, nothing.

I guess you play

the recorder instead.

-Play the recorder!

-Right. My kids play that.

A summer psalm on the recorder.

Damn, that's touching.

-Here's the news. Quiet now.

-And now an extra bulletin.

The powerful storm that

recently struck Gotland has ended.

Storm winds ran as high

as 1 10 miles per hour.

Upon reaching Stockholm,

it dissipated and died out.

Reports from Gotland...

Drive! Drive!

Drive!

A storm comes and then

just disappears, or does it?

Can something just appear out of

nowhere, and then just disappear?

As we know,

energy can only be transformed.

Hi, Knugen. Not a probIem.

Something weird just happened

to me, so I wanted to go home.

No, I really don't feel like it.

I can't be bothered, Knugen.

I'll just stay home,

jack off and drink too much.

Yeah, we'll see. Alright. Bye.

-Hello.

-Hello...

Can I come in?

Sure, come on in.

Sit down.

-Has anyone else been here?

-If anyone's been here?

Tonight, Donny.

Did you get something?

How the hell do you know my name?

Because I

know everything about you.

-Promise.

-What?

-That's my name.

-Wow. Cool.

I have to tell you something.

What happened in the car earlier...

-The crazies. What was that about?

-They think I've stolen something.

-They think so?

-Yes, they do.

-And...?

-And I have.

Yeah? So, what have you stolen?

It's the...the Holy Grail!

Or maybe it's the Mona Lisa?

Some Nazi artifact?

-You haven't received anything?

-No, I haven't.

And nobody's been here?

Then this is what we'll do.

-If I don't come back...

-Yes?

...I want you to take this.

Make your way here.

-Do it.

-Okay...

Do it.

Bye now.

Hi, you've reached DD.

Leave a mess...age.

It's not here.

-Hi, Donny.

-Hi.

-Did you have a party?

-No.

-What do you want?

-I wanted to check...

-...if you'll be coming along.

-Where to?

-To the graveyard.

-Now?

Yes.

Do you think it's too late?

It is too late. Much too late.

Or is it?

-It's too late.

-Okay.

-I'm sorry. Good bye.

-Good bye.

-It's dark in the hallway.

-The red button turns the lights on.

-Will it last? Because creepers...

-AII the way to the front door.

Nothing to worry about, bro.

Jesus...

Excuse me.

This game here, what is that?

Storm.

-Can you meet her?

-Meet who?

-Her, right there.

-Yeah, right.

Oh, great. Another one.

Why don't you

tell your friend... Hey!

Tell Promise that I don't want to

be part of your game any more.

-Take this.

-I'm about to go to the cops.

-Take it.

-What is it?

It's... If you lose it,

that's the end of it all.

-What is it?

-The key.

-The key?

-Yes.

To everything.

I'm sure that's great if you're

a pimply teenager, but...

What the hell?

Hey, Donny. Do you have an invite?

Rum. A double shot.

-Drinking to forget?

-What?

This looks like the beginning of one

hell of a night. What do you say?

Sure.

What a pig.

DD! Hey there. Here's your boss.

-He's here!

-How are you?

-I'm good. Real good.

-Great. Are you joining us?

-Yeah, what a great idea.

-What are you, stupid?

Yeah, sure. Of course.

Hey, it ain't free. Settle down.

-You know I'm marrying Thomas?

-Yeah, you and Stefan.

Cut it out, we're having a Christmas

wedding. You're just jealous.

-That'll be lovely.

-Maybe in the archipelago?

-Something weird just happened.

-Damn, that sucks.

I mean it. Seriously.

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