Stormland

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You're not going anywhere.

- No, I'm not.

Hello, B?var.

- Don't come any nearer.

A peculiar situation

is brewing here.

A former school teacher...

- Poet!

Poet?

- Yes, I'm a poet.

A school teacher and poet

has taken a young woman

and a doctor hostage.

You have a blog, Stormland

on which you said

you were going

to start a bloody revolution.

This society...

It is locally anesthetized.

You are all so worried

about your money.

But not that you are

spiritually bankrupt.

You live in a land

the world envied

and you let a

few Banksters destroy it.

All you ask

your politicians

is not to take

your flat-screen TVs

from the mansions you couldn't

afford in the first place!

One year earlier.

Saudakrokur pop. 2741

The higher you climb

the smaller you are

in the eyes of those

who envy you.

No.

The higher you fly

the smaller you look

in the eyes of

the flightless.

Yes, Nietzsche.

Grettir.

He was a great hero.

The only thing he feared

was Glaimur the ghost.

He made mistakes

like all of us.

He had a few regrets.

He was a hot-tempered guy.

Misunderstood.

Some would call him an anti-hero.

Finally he was betrayed

by a witch.

A woman.

That happens.

Who ordered a pizza?

Did anyone order a pizza?

I thought it would

arrive during recess.

Then I guess we'll wait

until recess.

Somebody needs to pay for it.

Piss off.

You wait if you want your money.

When Grettir wasn't slaying men

or ordering pizza...

You're a great teacher, but

this obsession needs to stop.

And I won't allow

this class trip to Drangey.

I just want to show

them Grettir's cave.

Show them how real heroes lived.

I'm sorry Boddi. The school

board thinks it's unsafe.

Hi.

- Hi.

How's the book going?

When's it in stores?

My book?

Probably around Christmas.

Called "Grettir and Nietzsche,

At the edge of civilization:

Musings from a vagrant - Book one."

No, I'm f***ing with you.

It's a romantic comedy.

Ok. Are you a romantic?

I'm an incurable romantic.

Yeah right.

But I'm on this new medication

that keeps me stable.

Hi.

Hello.

Are you alone?

Come and sit with

rni Valur and me.

I'm working.

I hope dad isn't

working you too hard.

You'll come tonight?

Maybe.

You know where we are.

The great men of the past were

not limited by other people.

They sought to uplift

the spirits of others.

The great men of our times

do the complete opposite

Instead of helping others fly

they keep them down.

Universal stupidity is

in their interest.

We at Iceland Bank want to help

protect the environment.

When you open a savings account

with us, we'll plant 4 trees...

Your brother Viddi is

always in the commercials.

Isn't Viddi divorced?

- He is? He never calls.

Get rich all day,

Barbecue all night.

This is Bddi,

the Stormlander.

His brother is...

You know, the TV actor.

Viking Group.

Oh, Vidar?

Exactly.

Viddi.

Get rich all day,

and Barbecue all night.

You know what happens when

you put a big engine

in a small boat?

You can't control it.

Yes, but it's no better

when the engine is too small.

The boat just hangs

around the pier

and never gets out

of the harbour.

What the f*** do you mean?

Then you're just lukewarm,

you know?

Like your mother used to be

except for that one time

when you were conceived.

- Mother?

What the f*** do you

know about her?

What the hell?

Stop it, Manni.

Let me go.

Keep playing.

The dance isn't over.

Keep on.

- Call an ambulance.

What?

- Call an ambulance!

The total number of fools

in this town is 2741.

Multiply that with all the

other towns in the world

and you get millions of fools.

Not one of them matters

in history.

In this town they care more

about raising horses than people.

A generation of children

is hooked on junk culture

because schools deny them

the education they deserve.

Dear blogosphere, from now on I

ignore what they want me to do.

Starting today I teach

my own curriculum,

starting with a field trip to

Drangey where Grettir was exiled.

Here he was murdered by lowlifes,

who kicked him when he was down.

Grettir didn't call for a rescue

helicopter even when he was dying.

Even on his knees he killed

many men before they got to him.

When Grettir wasn't slaying men

he performed great acts of courage.

He swam to Drangey in the middle

of winter carrying a lit torch.

- What?

B?var, Albert needs

to speak to you.

Helga Sjfn, I'm teaching.

He wants to speak

to you now.

Great.

$25,000?

What, was Bono aboard?

It's not like it took them

the whole day.

It was two minutes.

Bono costs more than $25,000.

The Coast Guard helicopter

costs $4000 an hour.

Can't I just pay it?

Or her dad?

Tony Group, I mean, her dad

has fleeced the nation.

That's the thing.

We're not getting the bill.

The nation pays.

It was a school trip.

No. It wasn't a school trip.

I'm sorry, but...

I have to fire you.

Are you exiling me?

- You can write your book full time.

It's finished.

This is the only

bloody place I can work.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Nietzsche.

They're all spineless wonders.

It's always the same.

Always fighting the whorish

tendencies of the herd.

Nothing like being

your own man.

You'll see.

When the book is published

it will all change.

Yes, good morning,

Sigurjn Saemundsson.

B?var Steingrmsson.

I've left three

messages for him.

B?var Halldr Steingrmsson.

Regarding the book about

Grettir and Nietzsche.

Well, he has to call

me soon.

The nation needs this book.

Yes, just tell him that.

Yes. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Your choices are limited

by the society you're stuck in.

Principal Albert on the other hand

was merely stuck in his own fat.

He was so obese that he

couldn't exit his own office.

He had a fat wife. They lived in a

fat house in the town of Meathook.

The trees in their garden were

skinny.

Mrs Albert wanted fat trees too so

she watered them with Coke all day.

Hi.

- Hi.

Biba, I'll have a beer.

Is that the band?

- Yes.

How do you like it?

Are they playing here

every night?

They're the greatest.

Sokkat.

You don't understand.

It's their humor.

They've got great humor.

- That's a good point.

Nothing wrong with some

humor on the dancefloor.

Exactly.

I'm thinking of having

a gay ball when it gets darker.

I don't want anyone seeing

them doing each other.

Are you f***ing with me?

You're thinking of doing

Lra Maria?

No. Sex is Hitler.

Starts with an invasion and

ends in a dark bunker.

Yes, bunker.

Her mom is quite fine.

I've always wanted to do her.

But there's no way.

Lra Maria watches her

like a Doberman

and gives her Prozac with cream.

I can get you a job

in the youth program.

I've got a job.

I'm a poet.

Yes, but that doesn't

pay the bills.

Not now anyway.

I'll fix it, no worries.

Bddi, get out of there!

That's my private bathroom.

Relax Keli.

Bddi! Get your ass downstairs!

I don't want to go with you.

Quit your whining.

Here's our ride.

- Cool.

Have you got a light?

Come on.

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