Untitled Snabba Cash Remake

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Rolando, are you ready?

Sergio! Sergio!

- We made it! Freedom!

- Hurry.

It ain't over yet, so move it.

Hey Sergio,

you talked to the Arab yet?

Everything's ready

and waiting for you.

- Have you talked to Carlos?

- Right, like five minutes ago...

Seriously, I just broke out of prison!

Let's celebrate. What do you say?

- Go to Texas Longhorn...

- How about a picnic?

Right, and smoke a joint.

Sh*t!

It's the cops...

Tell the guy that I'll call him.

- Now beat it.

- Thanks...

- Who's in charge of the checkroom?

- Not interested.

- Go get the checkroom guy.

- Go inside or go away.

- We need to talk.

- Go on in...

Pussies...

You'll pay up, you bloody c*nts.

You've been pretty quiet lately,

are you OK?

Lots of pressure.

I don't know what's wrong.

Radovan's on my back, and you saw

those pussies at the door.

They need a f***ing lesson.

- He left the checkroom.

- Really? Come on...

Pay up! You lousy motherfuckers!

I want my money!

What the f***?!

This investment guy

has an unusual fetish...

Bridge... But he's too busy for

the world championships in Cannes.

And this pencil-pusher at work,

a real plodder named Lasse...

The type who calls champagne

"snob water. "

They start talking, and it turns out

that Lasse loves bridge.

So he sends Lasse to Cannes,

to play bridge.

So boring old Lasse's in Cannes

and he needs to take a leak...

And who does he meet in the can,

but Bill f***ing Gates?

- A true story...

- Gates is pissing right next to him.

He can't pass up this opportunity,

so he goes:
"Hello, Bill. "

"I'm Lasse,

can you come up to my table?"

Ten minutes later,

and guess who shows up?

Bill Gates! He goes "Hello, Lasse!"

Lasse studies his hand,

looks up at Bill...

And says:
"F*** off, Bill!"

You currently have

243 kronor in your account.

- Hello. What a night!

- Sh*t, man...

- How about a boat trip?

- Right now? Sounds nice...

I'm having coffee at Berns,

so I should almost be able to see you.

- Want to join us?

- I'd love to, but I'm pretty busy.

A few years back,

the economy was expected to pick up.

In good times, consumption increases

and people save less.

It's a well-known fact.

However, these expectations

were not in tune with reality.

Debt was no longer in balance

with the price of assets.

But, in Chinese...

...the word for "crisis"

also means "opportunity. "

Who will seize this opportunity?

Who will benefit from this tragedy?

Will it be any of you?

That concludes my lecture.

- Cheap ride? Slow night.

- For you.

No fares... Taxi? I'm cheap.

"Cheap... " "Cheap taxi. "

- You look like a terrorist...

- I drove to Farsta for 100 kronor.

- What?

- It barely paid for the gas.

- Why did you do it?

- I was sick of waiting around.

- Have you been smoking pot?

- Took a little coke...

That explains your lack of judgment.

- Hi, you're late.

- I took a fare to Sdertlje.

Is he in?

I threw the loser out.

Who does he think he is?

- Hey, JW.

- Hey.

- How much?

- 4,500.

- You're awesome. Best driver I have.

- Know how he does it?

He takes horny bastards

to dark alleys and...

- That's how he does it...

- Work harder, Mahmoud.

And clean up your act.

Where did you get those shoes?

Listen to Mr. Hot Stuff...

- I found a great investment for us.

- Not right now...

- Did you read the offer?

- Not now, bro.

- Tell him to read it.

- Like he'd listen to me?

- Nobody listens to you.

- Here...

- Want some coke?

- At seven AM?

- You know, to be alert at school.

- You didn't do well in school, right?

I'm doing better than you...

Hey...

- Hi. What's this?

- Burn it.

- Good... Everything all right?

- Well, Jorge escaped.

- Jorge broke out of prison.

- I'm going to f*** his mother!

And Radovan is asking for you.

He's pissed off.

Hey, it's me...

Jorge has escaped.

Jorge Salinas. Radovan wants

us to find him ASAP.

A 20 grand finder's fee

to whoever tells me where he is.

- OK...

- That's the deal. Bye.

- Can I come in?

- No, the police were here.

- They took Andreas downtown.

- Is he here now?

No, he's out running. Needed some air.

Could I crash on your couch

for a few days? Please?

Mom's staying with us.

You're not a kid anymore, Jorge.

You hungry?

Yes.

You only had one year left.

- Why did you do it?

- I had to.

Paola?

- Yes, Mom.

- Is someone there?

No, nobody's here.

You'd better go,

Andreas will be back any second now.

- Have you put on weight?

- Don't be stupid, can't you tell?

You're going to be an uncle.

- No way!

- Way...

For real?

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Jorge.

You've got to go.

Go. And take care.

- What the f***?!

- He's leaving!

Haven't you caused us enough trouble?

I'm calling the cops

if you show up again!

JW... Hey, JW!

How are you?

Do you have my term paper?

It turned out great...

We're going to Sophie's estate

this weekend. A little get-together.

- Want to come along?

- I'd love to.

I'll call you later, with the details.

JW!

Let me look at you...

Come on.

I'll introduce you to our hostess.

Sophie, this is JW.

- We go to business school together.

- I'm Johan.

- I'm Sophie. Welcome...

- And this is Carl.

- How long have they been together?

- Jet-set Carl and Sophie?

On and off since high school.

He seems a bit uptight.

His dad's bank is in trouble.

- Same as everyone else?

- Yeah, their line of credit is frozen.

They're forced to sell their assets

at a massive loss.

So, are you stoked?

There are

three kinds of people, you know.

Type number one:
The ones who never

bother to take their shoes off.

Cool people, like us...

Type number two:
The kind who checks

to see what everyone else is doing.

Kind of slimy... Hard to pin down.

Then there's type number three: The

guy that always takes his shoes off...

Always sneaking around

in sweaty socks.

Leaving snail tracks...

And if they have

holes in their socks...

Shoot them!

What type are you, JW?

What type?

Calle, leave him alone.

No problem...

What type am I?

You know that the heel represents...

...the phallic elements

that oppress women, don't you?

That's why I like a nice, thick heel.

- Do I like teeny-weenies, then?

- Well, you're sitting next to me.

You're funny.

Where did you find him?

He's the king, prince

and whole f***ing court at school.

- Is that a good thing?

- It's good to be the king.

Cheers!

I see the entire family is here.

Fredrik... Carl...

Shall we go hunting, Carl?

Pull!

There are three types of people...

Well, when you were...

Hello... What are you doing?

Just hob-nobbing with the family...

So I see...

- We're going hunting.

- I see... That's nice.

- Want to come along?

- Hunting?

You know a lot about high heels

and phallus symbols...

I've read a lot.

I was kind of a lonely kid.

I'd read several different

autobiographies at the same time.

They were my friends.

You don't strike me

as the lonely type.

- How do I strike you?

- Well...

Like someone who sees a lot.

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