Untitled Snabba Cash Remake Page #2

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What do you mean, "sees"?

I'm not sure.

It's like you see things.

This is one of the nicest mornings

I've ever experienced.

- That's it...

- What?

It's like you're experiencing

all of this for the first time.

Is that good, or bad?

I like it.

Would it be OK if I kissed you?

Sure.

OK.

Sophie?

You want some, huh?

Walk away. And I say that

because I care about you.

- What do you mean?

- With all due respect...

...stick to your own kind.

Hello, Abdulkarim...

It's time to talk business.

I sure could use some money.

I've got a fare for you.

Listen, bro, I want to talk business.

Listen, bro, something's up.

Want to make 20 grand?

How's that for business?

- Twenty grand, for a fare?

- Twenty grand.

- Who do I pick up?

- Listen, I need you. Now.

Twenty grand.

Go to Malmvgen in Sollentuna.

Hello!

- Do they speak Spanish?

- No, they're just Swedes.

- I need some heat... A gun.

- What?

- Why? What for?

- I'll tell you later. Can you help me?

- Sure, no problem. Wait here.

- OK, I'll wait.

Hello.

- Malmvgen 98, in Sollentuna.

- Ninety-eight?

Third floor.

- Good job.

- Thanks. Catch you later.

It's clean.

Never been used. Clean.

- Do you have to run?

- Yeah, they're waiting for me.

Call me whenever,

I'd be glad to help you out. Bye.

This guy just came out.

A Latino guy...

Is that the guy?

- Do I make contact with him?

- Look around first.

- Hey, another guy turned up.

- A Swede?

- No, Russian or Yugoslavian...

- What's he doing?

Tailing him.

They're heading for the train...

Follow them.

I'll give you another ten grand.

Listen...

Without this guy, we're toast.

Bring him to me. Name your price.

- Thirty...

- Go.

Wait!

Same destination?

Get up, you motherf***er!

Listen to me...

When's the shipment coming in?

- The dope from Germany.

- There is no shipment!

Stop the bus!

F*** you!

There is no shipment!

As long as you work for Radovan,

all you are is a f***ing rookie!

Do you hear me?!

- Are you f***ing spitting at me?!

- Finish him off!

I'm going to beat

the f***ing stuffing out of him!

What the f***?

Hey.

On the floor...

Somebody leaked.

He's a mess...

Somebody ratted us out.

- He can't stay here.

- He stays.

What's the matter?

Want even more money?

I've taken a lot of risks already.

And that guy seems like trouble.

One grand for every day he's here.

I'll give you five grand up front.

Fahdi.

Give him five thousand.

Bring him to us two weeks from now,

something big is going down.

- Will he make it?

- Sure.

Who are you?

The guy who helped you.

I work for Abdulkarim.

- What is this place?

- Student housing.

You're not from around here, are you?

No, I come Robertsfors,

a small town in Norrland.

Up north.

I know where Norrland is.

- Who are these guys, family?

- No, just models.

You look like you come

from the classy part of town.

- But you live like a drug addict.

- Then you should feel right at home.

Hello.

Hello, Lovisa.

I need to talk to the lady.

Listen to me,

you're not getting this.

She can stay with me now and then,

but she can't live with me.

Wait, hear me out.

I can't have a kid around.

I work 24-7.

- You have shared custody.

- She lives with Annika.

- That's the legal definition...

- "Legal definition... "

Bossy c*nt!

We can try to place her in foster care.

But that may take time.

Hopefully, Annika's getting help

for her drug abuse...

Annika's problems

have nothing to do with me.

- I'm here for Lovisa's sake.

- Good, then take her with you for now.

Grab your backpack.

- So, how are you doing?

- Fine.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah.

Life can be hard.

But you're a tough little cookie.

Strong, like your dad.

- Everything will be fine.

- Do you really think so?

Slow down, man.

Hey...

- You can walk.

- You're alive.

How are you? Shall we get to work?

We need to talk.

We've known each other

for two years, right?

I've checked you out. Your background.

Your parents...

They live in Robertsfors.

Your mom works at the Job Center.

Your dad's a manager

at the local sawmill.

He has a slight drinking problem.

Then there's your big sister, Camilla.

She disappeared four years ago.

That's too bad.

You drive a cab to earn some cash

and party with your rich friends.

But that's a different story.

Me and some German friends of Jorge's

will be bringing stuff in.

That means lots of money.

- What are we talking about?

- 20 million... every three months.

What I want to ask you is...

...can you help me out?

- How?

- Investments. Accounting...

Money laundering.

Can I have a glass of water?

What do you think?

Banks.

What was that?

Banks. You see...

...if we're going to do this,

we need to work with a bank.

With sums that big, the banks report

to the Financial Supervisory Board.

And if you control the bank,

you can control that information.

How would you do that?

You buy a bank.

I know how it sounds,

but I know about

this investment bank in trouble.

If we offer them cash...

My cash?

- And what's in it for me?

- Depending on the evaluation...

...we could probably demand control

of 40 to 60 percent of the shares.

And gain access to equity worth

30 times more than your investment.

Completely legit.

- What if you try to screw me over?

- I get a commission.

If you make money, so do I.

I want 20 percent of the profits.

No hedge-fund manager would take less,

so that's perfectly reasonable.

- Hello, Mrado.

- How are you?

Everything OK with you?

We've got to go see Radovan.

- Radovan wants to see you.

- I can't, my daughter's here.

Sorry, but this can't wait.

You know that.

We've got to go out again.

Daddy's just going upstairs first.

- OK?

- OK.

Aren't you pretty! Is Daddy doing

everything you tell him to do?

The bastards.

Hello, bro.

Wait here, it won't take long.

Go ahead and sit down.

The business is doing well.

The clubs, liquor, cigarettes...

The only problem area is cocaine.

We've got to reclaim the market.

Do we agree on that?

They're just a bunch of pussies.

You know what we are?

We're Serbs, aren't we?

Proud, speak the same language.

A strong brotherhood.

It's not that simple, Radovan.

Why not?

They're planning to move coke

in Norway and Denmark.

Huge volumes.

It's all going through

Jorge's contacts.

Now they're going to work

with that Arab who runs 24 Hours.

He's got support

from the Albanians in Gteborg.

What can you say?

It's a tricky situation.

If they won't pay up, that means war.

Are you with me?

War?

The police will be overjoyed.

Then they can bring us in,

one at a time.

What would we gain from war?

We need money, not war.

- I have a suggestion...

- Nemanya, come here.

- When did you come home last night?

- I don't know...

What have I told you about that?

Sit down!

So tell me, but I won't work

with Albanians or Arabs.

I don't trust them.

They're lying dogs.

We don't share the same God.

Let's hear it,

let's all hear what you have to say.

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