Stormland Page #4

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First he fucks you,

then he fucks me.

Come on.

I paid 400 grand for this.

I don't know why.

You know.

Because I called you.

- No.

You know why, B?var.

Because you can.

- That's right.

I didn't have to.

It's not like I need it.

It's a fine playhouse

for the kids.

And it's a favor.

I'm saving you.

Thanks.

Want me to put the money

in something safe?

You're not touching it.

I'd rather give it to you.

Bddi, we'll

- You're not saving me.

No problem.

I'm having a party soon.

- Oh?

I'll put you on

the list. -Great.

Do you know what's

on the menu? -What?

Animals in danger

of extinction.

No!

- Eighteen species.

F***, man.

- See you, Bddi.

Nice to see you.

You're a good listener and

always here to support me.

Are you chatting

to Grettir?

Yes, a bit.

Well, dear boy.

Welcome home.

And Merry Christmas.

You'll get room 23.

Merry Christmas?

It's summer.

I'm always celebrating Christmas.

Or New Years Eve.

Is Sigurjn there?

Do you have many?

The publisher.

B?var Steingrmsson.

He's still in a meeting.

Who is he meeting?

Police detectives?

Isn't he always solving

some f***ing crime puzzle?

Isn't that what you do?

Hello?

Why don't you want

to marry me?

Oh, come on.

Why are we f***ing then?

It's nice to be f***ed

every now and then.

Then I don't feel like

I'm a complete cow, you know?

I was thinking.

I have to go for some

tests in the hospital.

It could take a few days.

Could you take Albert?

What tests?

- The plumbing.

The plumbing?

Yes, of course.

No problem.

- Great.

Well, we have to

go to sleep, my boy.

I want a woman tonight.

I want to f*** tonight.

Just do the cook.

Yes, put lipstick on him

and put him in a dress.

Let's get dressed

and go out.

I know.

Yes, it's very boring

getting dressed.

You've done really well.

- You think?

Yes.

I've had some time

to think here.

Remember what we talked

about the other day,

about living together?

Yes, we can talk about it

when you're done here.

Of course.

Can you call dad for me?

They really want to see

little Albert. -Of course.

No problem.

- Thanks.

You know about the operation

Dagga is having tomorrow.

Operation?

- Yes.

No.

- No?

Brimar.

Nice to see you.

And you.

Father and son.

Bddi, nobody fucks

himself into our family.

Just so you know.

Hold this please.

Social Security Number?

Why are you testing

my blood?

It's a paternity thing.

- Paternity?

Yes, Albert Sturla.

Born January 6th.

Aren't you the...

- Yes, he is my son.

The mother has probably

requested it.

It often happens

in such cases.

Such cases?

Yes, isn't it a

one night stand?

One night what?

It isn't your

f***ing concern.

Well I'm just trying

to explain.

You might be a bastard

but my Grettir is not one.

I'm his dad,

this is destiny.

I don't know what

you are talking about.

This is ridiculous.

I'm the dad.

Albert Sturla is my kid.

Isn't he? -Yes. Of course.

Believe me, I didn't

make you take a blood test.

We were going for a

walk, us boys.

The little one is sick.

He's not going out today.

Really?

Yes, he was feverish

this morning. -I see.

Can I take a look at him?

- No. No way.

What? This family

is completely nuts.

I said no way.

Hi.

Mail?

No, this is from the Sheriff.

You have to sign.

"By request of Sigurlaug

Inglfsdttir...

You are not the father

of the child.

On behalf of the Sheriff

of Skagafjordur. Hannes Pll."

Bddi, I know it is terrible.

I never thought

you weren't the father.

I never thought...

I was completely sure

you were the dad.

And that was the way

it should be.

You were supposed to

be the dad.

It's not quite enough

to want it. -I know.

I just hoped.

- Why?

Just...

I've always respected

you a lot.

You are so intelligent.

But we can still be

together, can't we?

"You were supposed

to be the dad."

F***ing cow.

Over all the peaks

there is stillness.

After the wind,

the night is still

like a pool

in the moss.

A bird is silent

and soon you see

your own stillness.

So much trash here.

Bullseye.

- Hello?

Bddi? Bring me the

goddamn bank manager.

I'll shoot his dick off

so his c*nt falls out.

No mercy.

Everything's gone to sh*t.

My hotel's bankrupt.

I've lost everything.

The small guy.

The small devil.

Keli.

You're lucky having a son.

I lost my girl.

It's terrible to

lose your kid.

You have to remember

what's important.

The kids are important.

I have to go into rehab.

Like every year.

Keli, won't you come upstairs?

I've got an eye disease.

Karma glaucoma.

All I see is a lie.

Take the gun.

I don't need it.

I'll just shoot my

own shadow.

Yes.

F*** you, Dagga.

F*** you for good,

you f***ing whore.

You knew it all along.

This isn't blood.

This isn't the true

fountain of the heart.

This is not the

flow of love.

This is not the brook.

Not the stream.

Not the river.

Not the ocean which

colors our life red.

This peat-red waste

which runs slowly

through our veins,

that's not human blood.

Not the creative lifeblood

of the generations,

but tobacco and coffee

and alcohol.

Do we need a crack of the whip

in the face?

Do we need our land burnt?

Our women raped?

Our children thrown

on bayonets?

So that our blood becomes

red and hot?

So that our blood

becomes alive

So our blood will be

real human blood?

Will our blood first

become red and hot and living

when we lie wounded

in the vale of death

and it runs down into the

ruins of our lost motherland?

I'm from the Newspaper.

Do you mind?

No.

Where are you going?

- To Reykjavik.

Someone has to fight

this disease

which is killing us all.

Disease?

Is this some charity event?

It's a charity event for life

as it could be lived.

Weren't you supposed

to let me know?

Goes off on some

mission impossible...

There is no one to film here.

What do you mean?

This is great.

It's in the papers.

You're famous.

Revolution is coming

to town.

This is the f***ing thing.

We have to start it

from day one.

From the beginning.

The revolution doesn't

wait for anyone.

No, OK.

Fair enough. Can I

just start filming now?

You know I have a camera.

Can I just start shooting?

If you like.

You can shoot an epic with us.

Isn't that right, Nietzsche?

This is a goal.

In off the post.

You're like Dirty Harry

on that horse.

Dirty Harry didn't

ride a horse.

Whatever.

Here...

Let him do something too.

Let him rear up or...

I'll just go down here.

When you do the turn,

trot or run...

do whatever is fastest.

This is a goal.

In off the post.

Can't you roll a cigarette

while you're on the horse?

Like Lucky Luke?

This is crazy cool.

No.

- What?

Nietzsche is a

non-smoking horse.

What?

He is smokefree.

We need to get a

cowboy element into it.

OK.

Put the hat on.

- No.

Here.

This is real.

Not a f***ing joke.

Every cowboy has a hat.

Ronald Reagan and Jesse Jackson.

That "I have a dream" guy.

You have to work with me.

I can't do this alone.

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