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First I'd like a cigarette,

then I'll tell you.

- No problem.

Here you go.

Thanks. I thought I'd die

from the stink.

You know, breathing with

the nose and all.

I see.

There's a knife in the top

kitchen drawer.

Could you fetch it and

cut me loose?

No.

Who suspended you like that?

- Two seriously twisted cops.

They were looking for

my roommate.

Rebbi?

- Do you know him?

Do you know where he is?

- No.

Are you sure?

Why do you want to know?

I owe him money.

Bullshit, nobody owes

Rebbi money.

Easy there.

If I tell you,

will you cut me loose?

Yes, of course.

He's probably hanging at the

collector's shop with Sli.

What collector's shop?

On Frakkastgur street.

Hi.

- Hello.

I'm Gumundur Georg.

Hi.

Can I talk to you in private?

Yeah, no problem.

Are you crazy? Have you already

cut him loose, no problem?

Yeah, why not?

He must've been in the

trunk for a reason.

Yes! You see, petty criminals

are put in the back.

But only murderous rapists

are put in the trunk.

Relax, man. He ain't no criminal.

He's a victim.

- A victim?

A victim of those two

lunatics in there.

He could be our ticket

out of this mess.

How so?

Don't tell me, that those two

tied up cops in the kitchen

are some kind of neo-Nazis from Hell

that practice ethnic cleansing as a hobby.

Not a hobby. More like a lifestyle.

And how can we use that in our

advantage?

We'll squeeze something out

of them

that we can use against them.

Where's he going?

Leave him alone.

Do you really think it could

work?

Yes. We only need a camcorder.

Where's the gun?

- Huh?

I told you that cutting him

loose was a bad idea.

Are you alright?

No.

Help me, man.

Let me see.

It's gonna be okay,

it's just a flesh wound.

Hold on to this.

It isn't that serious.

Take this, wait for a second.

- Ok.

What the hell happened?

We're in a bit of a pickle.

You mean in a huge pickle.

Ok. What the hell happened?

The n*gger shot you.

Then Lrus entered and was

gonna shoot me.

But I jumped inside and he

shot them by accident.

Then he entered and was gonna

blast me but I popped him first.

Give me a cigarette.

You have to change your clothes

and clean yourself.

Come here.

What should we do?

Call the cops?

No.

Go into exile?

No.

Then what?

How much did you steal?

I don't know, about five

or six millions.

Ok, I know how to

fix this.

But I want two thirds

of the loot.

Two thirds?!

- Yes, two thirds.

Ok.

Ok, I'll make a phone call.

Hi, honey.

I'm at the mall. The fashion

boutique just got a new delivery.

I'm in such dire need of...

Huh? Wait... Calm down.

Tell me what happened.

Sli.

- What?

Is there something you

want to tell me?

No, I don't think so.

So you don't want to tell me

why you called Koll

to get rid of four, you know,

corpses.

No. What's left on the grocery list?

We've got everything but

power saw blades.

What's that?

It's for some special saw

that Koll owns.

That she uses for occasions

like these, I suppose.

Yeah, something like that. Come on.

I see you have one of those

bank card machines.

Yes.

Does it accept both credit

and debit cards?

It's better that way.

- Yes.

Do all cabs have machines

like that?

Most of them, it's become a

standard.

Yeah... People use less and less

cash these days.

Everyone's got a card now.

Hi, honey.

F***.

What the hell are you doing?

Sorry.

Open the bag wider.

You should be the one doing this, not me.

What good did you think it would

do to open up his stomach?

I just wanted to see how it looked.

Then look!

There's something wrong with you.

I'm joking, man,

what's your problem?

I just misunderstood Koll.

How should I know how to do this?

I'm no pro, like some.

Are you sure nobody can link

you to those disappearances?

Yeah, I don't think so.

Don't think so, know so!

There may be one.

What the hell!

There may be one!

Are you Stjni, Biggi's son?

Who are you?

I work with your dad.

He asked me to come fetch you.

How old are you?

What grade are you in?

6th grade.

Are you going to be a

policeman like your dad

when you grow up?

Cop, or maybe an aviator.

Aviator. That's exciting.

Well, we're almost there.

See that store?

Go inside and ask about your dad.

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