Uro

Come on!

Get up!

Get up!

Come on.

Come on.

I've got some good stuff.

Sit down.

I've got 3000...

Tim!

Shut up!

Ok, buddy.

Police!

Freeze!

There's another guy.

Secure the area first!

Drop the gun!

HP!

Stop!

Freeze!

-Don't move!

-Ok, I won't...

Didn't you learn anything in Bod?

What were you thinking?

There were so many people.

I thought I could go ahead.

What did you specifically do wrong?

I didn't secure the area, acted

on impulse and endangered others.

But I got us in there.

We got our man. It was a success.

Somebody calm him down.

Anybody want this?

Your kids, Henning?

HP...

No one here wants to get shot

over PlayStation games.

Get that straight!

I didn't bring you to URO

to get you killed for nothing.

Should I have let him go?

Just because

you were in the shits once...

If a guy runs, I go after him.

Be patient, HP.

You're new here.

It's in those losers' blood.

They always f*** up in the end.

Let me go!

Is this your mother?

She was raising hell

at the grocery store.

I wanted to buy dinner for my son,

but someone stole my money.

I had to leave

the groceries at the store.

I'll take this.

Thanks.

You just wait here.

-Sorry, mom is having a bad day.

-Can I help?

No. She's an alcoholic.

There isn't much to do.

-I have to go.

-See you.

You put it here, mom.

-Theres 5000 here.

-Don't yell.

I wanted to surprise you with dinner.

See your new apartment.

You can't come down there drunk.

-I'mm not drunk.

--Mom... Goddamn!

What if I were?

Would you have gotten fired?

-This is where you come from.

-No.

Why do you have to ruin

everything I try to do for you?

Think it was easy

raising you alone?

You can't remember who you f***ed.

I hope you're satisfied

with what you have become.

-HP, what's happening?

-Give me a little more time.

-Sorry.

-What are you doing?

Cool it!

It wasn't on purpose!

-Sorry.

-Get this cleaned up.

Let me buy you a drink, OK?

Sh*t, you really got wet.

Forget about that drink.

Hans Petter?

Good God...

I haven't seen you in ages.

I was sure

you were dead or in prison.

You look so different.

How are you?

-Ready to go, Mette?

-Yes.

I have to work.

Drop by later and tell me

what you've been up to.

You ok here, Camilla?

Mette!

Can't we talk right now?

Catch up over a beer...

I don't want to go home yet.

Come on.

Say hello to Hans Petter.

We grew up together in Romss.

Martin, give this guy a beer.

Here.

I just have to check

the register, ok?

Sorry about your pants.

You OK?

Don't worry about it.

Did you jerk off to her,

like everyone else?

Hello?

We'll do it here later.

-Do you run this place?

-Yes, it's mine.

Let's do this.

I have some business...

Your friend needs a refill.

Look at his eyes. Come on.

Come on.

-Are you buying his?

-Yes.

So what happened?

You just left class and were gone.

I knew they would kick me out,

so I left for the military.

He knocked the teacher out

with one of those knuckle-dusters.

The poor fool had a lisp

until he got new teeth.

"The Hithtory of the Vikingth..."

I know everything about this guy.

But we won't talk about that.

Hey.

This is 50 grand worth.

Pay me on Thursday.

Let me know if you want more.

Police!

Freeze!

Take it easy!

Do you like grabbing guys' asses?

He can go.

Get lost.

-Here's our undercover guy!

-Marco said he had a lot more.

Stay glued to him.

How many northerners does it take

to f*** 100 women?

One! Me!

-Did that girl know you?

-Of course not.

-How did you make contact?

-I bullshitted my way in.

Acted cool.

Bought him a drink.

I was just walking along,

when this guy started yelling at me.

-Sorry. It's not enough.

-But Marco's my way in.

He owes a lot of money.

-I have to stick to him.

-It isn't enough.

And we have two clean-up jobs.

-So we just let him go?

-Lay it to rest.

Can't we call it a night?

Police!

Everyone out.

-I don't have anything.

-Don't you ever learn?

-Didn't we give you a chance?

-I haven't done anything wrong.

Freeze!

So you haven't done anything wrong?

Is that the best you can do?

HP, did you call for an ambulance?

HQ, we need an ambulance.

Overdose.

-HP...

-He swung at me.

-She looked fine.

-You check her pulse?

-He didn't listen to us!

-So what?

-We busted him two days ago.

-Did you check her pulse?

-This is a f***ing joke.

-You're removed from active duty.

Use the week-end to calm down.

-You can't do that.

-Get a grip!

Go home now!

OK?

You're Hans Petter, right?

So that's what you look like.

You don't know me.

But the girl that runs Front

said the cops were after you.

-I don't know what you mean.

-What did they have on you?

Nothing. I was just there.

Did she say I did something?

So you don't know why

the cops were there?

I own Front. Come with me,

so we can clear this up.

-Hi, dad!

-My little flower.

-What are you doing together?

-Trying to figure things out.

You two see things differently.

If they weren't after Hans Petter,

it was someone else.

Is this your protective food?

I can't keep track

of everyone here...

Dad...

All I demand

is that you keep it clean.

Is that...

Is that so f***ing hard?

I don't really care about this place.

F*** up again, and it's gone.

-What did you say about me?

-I knew everyone but you.

I don't know anything.

That was my first time here!

-They were after Marco, not me.

-I saw you sneaking away!

Listen...

I saw him dealing.

-Here?

-Yes.

Hi, Mette...

-Are you dealing at Front?

-No.

-What have you said?

-Don't change the subject!

You know how dad gets.

-It was out back.

-Are you dealing at the club?

-Only that one time.

-I can't see you anymore!

Mette...

Come on!

F***ing c*nt!

What did you say?

I won't take the fall for you.

-Have you told anyone else?

-Huh? No.

Don't walk away.

I'm talking to you!

-What is it?

-What it is?

My money and goods are gone.

You saw it all.

You're going with me, to explain.

-Ok.

-Blabbermouth!

Is Rodovan here?

Wait here.

He saw everything.

We got busted.

The goods and money are gone.

I'm sorry.

I'll give you a postponement.

You've known me for five years.

-The goods are gone.

-Five years, ten years, twenty...

The money comes here.

Understand?

Listen!

The money comes here!

Are you listening?

Look at me!

-You'll get your money.

-Good. Go!

He's got money here.

You owe me 50.

I need the money now.

Are you listening to me?

Pay up!

What the f***?

He's a...

Where's the money?

In the bedroom!

F***ing cop...

Shut the f*** up!

What are you doing?

There wasn't any money there!

Hello?

Where's the money?

Daddy?

Quiet...

-Now what do I do?

-I was trying to help!

This has nothing to do with me.

This has everything

to do with you!

-Understand?

-Yes.

-Hello?

-It's me. Makker.

-What is it?

-Can we talk?

OK...

Hi.

I brought Milo.

-Ouch.

-It busted open again.

You and Mike Tyson.

This is going to be nice, HP.

-Do you have a bowl for Milo?

-To the right.

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