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but her lungs and kidneys are working.

Should we operate on her?

We do not know when it happened.

She is in great danger of dying.

Zaid, shut up, man.

I'm sorry to hear about your brother.

- Are you okay?

- Yes Yes. Have you sold anything?

- I sold it down here ...

- Hello!

Hey darling. So what?!

Hello. Good to see you.

I sold three to which private showing.

Jens Peter Brask.

Maximum collector at all.

Hey, guys!

- Hey darling.

- Long time ago.

- It was with the jelly shots.

- It's the last thing I remember.

Anders and Zaid, I gotta meet ... Zaid,

came just over.

Ronnie. It is the king of Copenhagen.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- And Shami.

- Hi.

You must excuse me. I just have to...

Buy something for me. Just one.

I mobilepayer you.

- Definitely.

- Thanks darling.

What the f***!

Sitting in and keeps the heat here?

We have not a few months.

They will have to give us some more time.

Pas at jer himself, not? Tak for it.

Zaid, man. It is very cold.

You're not coming in?

You're not coming in?

You should not be out here.

It is not good for you. Come on in.

- Pardon. Sorry ...

- Go to your guests.

Hey ... Hey! What happens?

I get just a little air.

Hail a taxi, okay?

Is there something new

and exciting in the Middle East?

Perhaps it does not matter to you,

but it may very well do for me.

Have you talked to the police?

What can the police do?

What can the police do?

What can the police in Denmark do?

We have to solve our problems.

Do not turn me back!

You should have taken care of your brother!

- Or have you forgotten who we are?

- Forgot what?

- You forgot it!

- Who we are?

We are Iraqis! We are Iraqis, your mongrel!

Have you forgotten that we are Iraqis?

Is this where Iraq?

Look! Is this Iraq? Or what?

You let your brain be in Iraq,

while your son was street urchin!

You have been in Europe for 30 years!

In Denmark.

On the f***ing couch! We live here!

You have sat on the couch for 30 years!

Get up! Get up from the couch!

Get yourself a job! Get up, man!

Will not well relax?

I can not take it anymore.

- It's your fault!

- What have I to do with it?

- It's your fault!

- Is it all my fault?

Come on. Come here. I need you.

- Where did you get it?

- I found it in your brother's room.

- Why did you give it to the police?

- So your father was pinned.

- Does he know that?

- No, of course not.

We know that your brother was involved

in any organized crime.

Whoever killed him is not something you go

and talk about the environment.

In the residential block,

they are not known to speak with police.

So you scratch.

Is this what is the problem?

Yes ... We are in a process.

It is police work,

I can not get involved in.

But it is, you have fingerprints?

Du har and dna-spor?

You have a theory,

you are in the process of investigating. Yes?

- I do not like the tone.

- It shall I complain.

I also regret the loss of your brother.

Really.

But he was part of an environment

that was not God's best children.

- I hope you realize.

- What does it mean?

"Not God's best ..." That is, you do not prioritize

the killing of a 20-year-old?

He's not a boy. He is a 20 year old man!

Let me show you something.

Normally I would not do it,

but you need to see.

When you learn to get a grip on your children,

so they do not become criminals?

He was a 20-year-old man and bottom delinquent.

He could not comply with the law.

Next time you tell me how I should do my work -

- so book an appointment with my secretary.

Are we clear on that?

What are you doing here?

Hi.

Is it down here, you have your club?

Branco ... can I talk to him?

We are close.

I'm calling you.

Welcome to.

Sit down.

- No thanks ...

- Sit down, I tell you, man.

I hear, you render around and talking.

What is this, you want to talk about?

- About Yasin.

- Do you know anyone Yasin?

- Do not know any Yasin.

- Do not know any Yasin.

I know Yasin came down here.

- I am Yasin's brother.

- Give him just a Coke.

No thanks.

Take a tear.

- My brother is dead ...

- Take a sip, I say to you.

- It is you who is Branco.

- Yes.

I know Yasin worked for you.

I do not care what you're doing ...

- We do not do a damn thing.

- Okay, Branco. My little brother is dead.

- Shut up, man.

- I just want to know what happened.

Look at me. Look at me, man.

It's no f***ing crooks.

Open your mouth, man.

I do not know you and your brother.

I've said it many times now.

Do not f***ing show you here again.

I hope you have learned about respect.

Get him away, man.

Am I not your brother?

Everyone's after me! Believe me!

Good morning.

Good morning.

You have T-shirt.

Have you been to the hospital last night?

And.

- You must wake me when you take in.

- Pardon. It went a little strong.

- Do you have eggs or muesli? - Yes please.

Should not you take some time off?

I can not, honey.

Well, I'm not asking you to take leave.

Just a week or ...

Stop it. You know I can not.

Zaid, you're not okay. How is it that you look?

Well ...

Zaid?

I talked to some of Yasin's friends yesterday.

Or some, he worked with.

Sold hash or what they were doing.

Okay, and what ...

They said:
F*** you.

F*** your mother, f***, f*** ...

- They say not so much. - Did they find anything?

No. I could recognize them from the time

they were small and run around in the courtyard.

I know they have something to do with it.

Or they at least ...

The kind the police will take care of, okay?

Zaid!

- And.

- And.

It stops there.

Have you got written autopsy report?

- It is not finished.

- You must have written something.

I have too, but once completed,

smoking it directly to the police.

I want to read it.

Yes, but there are things

you have to protect themselves.

Anders, I get hold of it no matter what.

You know too well.

Up on your toes! Come on! Work ...!

Come here.

Kick. Okay, in place.

Uppercut. Kom not.

Here and here ...

Quickly! Well, it is. In place.

Nikki. Kom her.

More shock quickly.

How to do it, folks. Come on.

How, man! Well.

Come on, boys. Come on! Parades ...!

Faster ...!

I do not. I need the belt up on the f***ing wall.

Yallah!

What's up, brother? Is everything well?

I have some tricks for the boys.

The boys must win belts, do you understand?

Do you think we train for fun?

I absolutely batty. I had the four Arab girls.

Took them up there ...

But they would not do anything. They were completely dry.

Purchased just four bottles of Gray Goose.

As soon as they have boozet three glasses -

- they began to dance.

They were full, brother.

It became a Bedouin feast. Only it there ...

- My head still make curls, man.

- F*** it, bro.

- Is there a track of that?

- He's ready. I'm just waiting.

- I've mastered that transport.

- Perfect. So be milked.

- Luxury, man.

- So be harvested.

- Should we go out to eat tonight?

- We must in any case.

- I think we go out and ...

- There has been much stress.

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