This film is based on a genuine event.
"In China They Eat Dogs"
What's the time?
Hanne.
This is just too revolting.
- What? - Couldn't you use a plate?
Oh, American.
You might say that.
Can I get you anything?
Yes. What time have you got?
Quarter past ten.
Damn it. That's nine hour's difference.
I never seem to get it right.
So you just got here?
I was supposed to meet this dentist in California,
but all of a sudden without a warning, they sent me here.
I didn't even have a chance to change.
Now the guy I'm meeting won't be here till 12 o'clock.
You sure about the time?
Oh, yes. It's a quarter past ten.
- Oh, damn. - So you're meeting an old friend?
- Or what? - No.
He doesn't know that I'm here.
In fact, he doesn't even know me.
You might know him. He works next door.
Arvid Blixen.
- Do you know him? - Ah, no. It's my first day.
But I bet you're wondering why I'm here to meet him.
Wasn't there 800 crowns in this?
- Yes. - Where is it?
- It was my money, wasn't it? - Where is it?
I gave it to Church Aid.
You did what?
- It was my money-- - You make me sick.
I was going to buy a new pair of trousers.
- You've got 40 other pair! - That doesn't matter!
You mustn't go round spending our 800 crowns!
Hanne.
I'm sick of you, Arvid.
Do you think you're Gandhi or something?
Shouldn't we just eat our breakfast in peace?
Huh?
Arvid, you are the world's most boring man.
I've seen fucking pollen counts funnier than you.
Shut your face.
Have I got "spastic" written across my forehead?
Preben, we can't just lend you 25,000 without any kind of collateral.
You make your bloody living lending money, don't you?
It's for venture capital, damn it.
I'm sorry but I can't help you.
- I'm sorry. - Like fuck, you are!
You're just a lard-ass, little tin God!
If I come across you again, I'll rip your fucking teeth out!
Get the message? Get the message?
Yes.
Yeah, Arvid Blixen.
He works at the bank.
Why don't you just go over there and tell him you're here?
That would be easy, wouldn't it?
But it doesn't work that way.
That's funny, isn't it?
I don't think it's been more than 12 days
since I first heard the name "Arvid Blixen".
Yeah, it's exactly 12 days ago.
Look. I bought this.
Have you been down for a thrash-about?
Yes. What do you think?
- May I try? - Yes.
How much did you pay for it?
Okay!
Anyone who doesn't want to get shot, get down on the floor!
Stop blubbering. Stop blubbering.
- Yes. - Stop blubbering, I said.
Are you a poof?
Yes.
Listen up, Henning.
"Homo Henning." Don't they call you that?
No.
If you don't stop blubbering, you'll go to homo heaven.
- You don't want that, do you? - No.
An unusually violent robbery was averted today when,
bank clerk, Arvid Blixen...
hit the robber on the head with a squash racket.
Arvid Blixen, how do you feel
after that episode?
It's kind of-- Well--
You are something of a hero today, one might say.
I'm stopping for a second.
Look, it's important that you don't look into the camera.
I understand you're nervous.
- Just look at me. - Okay.
Do you always carry a racket?
No... eh... it was...
because I was going to play squash tonight, and stuff,
but I think I'll stay in
and actually, it's not mine, it's Henning's.
- You're still a bit shaken? - Yes.
Try and tell me what made you do it.
I don't know. I think I just--
I felt it was the right thing to do.
Then bank has given you a two week's holiday.
How will you spend it?
I think I'll just relax with my girlfriend.
Maybe we'll go to Paris, too.
"Fuck you, Arvid"
Hanne.
Easy does it!
Who the hell are you?
Why did you have to go and knock Franz out?
Yes.
Why couldn't you let him take the money?
And you--
You have just wrecked our whole life.
Because you had to play the hero.
Why couldn't you have let him take the money?
But--
Why did you do it?
- Franz is no criminal. - No?
We needed that money.
- You can't just go and rob a bank. - Why not?
We really want a baby.
Do you know how much artificial insemination costs these days?
No.
Hi.
You dropped your purse.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
Hey! That's the fucking lard-ass from the bank! Cunt!
I'm going to pulverize you!
- Come here, you-- - Shit!
He needs a good going over!
Cunt!
You're in for it now! You bastard!
Stand still so I can smash your fucking face in.
You're gonna get what's coming to you now.
Fuck you.
Fuck you, man!
Nazi bastard!
Fuck you, man.
I don't care.
Will you stop phoning me?
Can't you do something surprising?
Go out and meet people! Just do something--
Do you know what I've been through, huh?
I've k-o'd a bank robber, been assaulted by his girlfriend,
and beaten up by a rock band!
Get a life, Arvid.
Try and do something surprising instead of lying to me.
Hanne, I need you.
Put a cork in it.
Don't phone me again. I won't answer.
Yes.
See you. Bye.
- There's more cream over there. - Sure thing.
What's that?
Stock.
Stock?
Yes, stock. Chicken stock.
It's good, Peter.
Who went to the vegetable market?
- Vuk did. - Vuk?
Yes.
- Has Vuk been to the market? - Yes.
Why?
He just got his driving license and needed practice.
Everything okay?
Are they off or something?
Vuk!
- What are these? - Radishes.
Radishes are red.
Don't you have radishes in India?
Fuck that. Don't you fucking dare buy moldy vegetables.
"Surry."
Don't say "sorry" if you can't pronounce it.
You know what you are? A fucking monkey.
Been a long time.
What are you doing here? Dad die or something?
Dad died nine years ago.
So he didn't get to see us win the European Cup?
No.
What do you want?
I'd like to talk to you.
Okay.
What happened to your eye?
I got beat up.
- Hello. - Stout for me, please.
Coming up.
We're in the middle of a story here.
Don't mind me.
So, Arvid and Harald go for a ride.
They haven't seen each other for several years.
- Did you buy the restaurant? - No.
I won it.
- Have you been in town long? - I live here.
I've lived here ever since dad died.
He always hoped you'd show up one day.
Like heck.
- He did. - No, he didn't.
What a fucking, shitty life you must have lead.
- I suppose you're still a bastard? - Yes.
What a fucking shitty life you must have lead.
Could you give me a hand?
Bloody hell. What's in these?
Nothing.
- They're really heavy, aren't they? - Yes.
- Exactly what do you want? - What do you mean?
What do I mean?
Why did you suddenly show up?
Why?
I want to rob a bank.
- He what? - He wants to rob a bank.
- No. - I know what you mean.
It's strange, but that's what he wants.
I want to rob an armored truck.
I know precisely when it will arrive.
But I don't know what to do and...
you're the only felon I know, so--
We are going to rob the truck together, Harald.
You want us to rob an armored truck together?
Us two?
What's her name?
- Astrid. - Astrid, yes.
We're going to give Astrid and Franz enough cash to go and have a baby.
Isn't that beautiful?
- You're going to give all of the money? - Of course not.
Don't be stupid. Only some of it.
Tell them that stuff about happiness.
They way I figure it--it was wrong of me to knock him out--
that bank robber-- because I don't think
we should get in the way of two people's happiness.
Isn't that beautiful?
I think it is.
We are planning to rob an armored truck
so we can do something to help others.
It's true.
For once we're going to do something that's right.
But that doesn't make it right, does it?
If Arvid says something is right, it's because it is, okay?
I mean, you--
Not another word from the back, okay?
Why do you keep interfering?
Listen up.
You two get some wheels and a truck.
- The bag? - Here.
Where is the armored truck?
They didn't have any.
But they had these delivery vans--
They'll do.
This pear is the armored truck.
Right.
The truck drives up here
then the junker tears out, full speed
and smashes into the van and turns it over.
You two come along in the truck.
Arvid and I jump onto the armored truck and pull the drivers out, okay?
Then you come alongside, pick up the armored truck,
load it onto the truck
and then drive off, like that.
And is that the way it's done?
Yeah. Sure, that's the right way.
Isn't it?
Of course.
Who's going to drive the truck?
Incredible. She's left with two kids
while he's off flirting with a gay makeup artist.
- Henning? - Yes.
Yes,
the bank woman.
He's come out of the closet.
- I'll be damned. - Takes getting used to, doesn't it?
I had no idea Harald had a brother.
No.
Have you done this a lot?
I think Harland has,
but we're just employed as cooks.
There are times I've almost called the union.
You're not going to shoot anyone, are you?
- That's up to you. - Damn it--
Damn it, it's a Volvo.
- It's made of steel. - Martin, I don't care.
It's got airbags. Nothing will happen to you.
I'm not doing it.
Okay, you ready?
- No. - Vuk doesn't want to.
- I'm not doing it. - Listen--
It's a Volvo.
I don't care.
Listen, you're not here legally, are you?
- What's up? - I'm not doing it.
What's he saying?
Vuk doesn't think the car can take it.
- It's a Volvo? - Yes.
He once crashed his uncle's Yugo.
I'm not doing it.
- I'm not doing it. - What?
I'm not doing it.
- What's that mean? - He won't do it.
Listen to me, "Puk,"
either you drive the car
or you go back to tending goats on some mountain, got it?
- Whatever. - Good.
- Strap him in and let's go. - Just do it.
Hold the belt.
Now it's across.
It's difficult to put into reverse.
- Let me try. - I can do it. It just needs--
- Let me try. - Fine. You try.
- That was tough. - Because I softened the gearshift.
- You softened the gearshift? - Yes.
We're ready.
We had a little glitch, but Peter softened the gearshift.
Good, Peter.
- Geez. - It's true.
Puk, you ready?
Puk--you ready?
Come in, Puk.
Ready.
- Are you eating again? - He says he's ready.
Thank you.
It's the same hydraulics in all the brake tubes--
It's true.
It's like anything else.
If you haven't used a hair dryer in a while, you just can't--
If a truck has been in the garage for a long time,
the oil gets cold and you can't just--
Lunch is over. Let's move it.
They're coming.
- What's going on? - They're on their way.
Come in, Puk, come in.
Lots of times nobody realizes how many gay people
don't dare stand up and say they're gay.
Leading politicians, for example.
What the hell is that?
Drive, damn it!
Get this lousy truck moving! Get out of here!
Get out!
Put your foot down!
Start the truck! It's passed us!
Move it! It's way ahead of us!
- Move it! He's getting away! - Keep your hair on!
Move it!
Move it, move it!
- He's going to do it! - Bloody hell.
Put on your mask, damn it!
And get that crane down!
Get Vuk!
Come down.
- Closer to the windshield. - Yes-- Oh, my God.
Come down!
The window-- Down! Down!
Come down.
Get down!
What the hell are you doing?
- You're crazy! - Shut the fuck up and get down!
Sit down!
You're stark-raving mad.
Do you mind losing the jumpsuit?
Okay.
How much is there?
650,000.
- Does it hurt? - My God!
Sorry.
Martin, the jumpsuit.
I think they're both broken.
- They're completely-- - They'll grow back together.
Drop him at Erling's and see what he can do.
He needs a hospital!
He's not going to any fucking hospital.
Martin, grab him.
- Yes. - Come on, baby.
- Up he comes. - Okay.
What's the matter with you?
You've just crippled two men.
What of it?
Am I going to play poker with them?
- You're crazy. - If you do something, do it properly.
It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong.
You'd have done it anyway;
for the money and because you're a psychopath.
Yes... I could tell that you were enjoying it.
Do you really think so?
Well, I'm doing all this...
because you're my brother.
Here. Take the whole fucking lot.
671,543 crowns.
- Why should I have it? - Because I made a mistake.
Astrid.
Are we speaking?
Was she pleased?
What did the others say about me taking all the money?
Peter and Martin got 20,000 each, so--
Of your own money?
What about Vuk?
Vuk--He can't have any money.
He'd just spend it on gold chains and wide rims.
I don't fucking get it, man.
How did this scratch get here?
- We've got to get Franz out of jail. - Franz?
Her husband. He's still in custody.
Yeah.
- He's got to get out. - And?
I was counting on you giving me a hand.
How are you thinking of doing it?
I don't know.
Figure out how to do it, then come to me and I'll help you.
Okay.
But don't fucking call me a psychopath again.
Come on.
- No money. - You've got no money.
- You also speak French? - Yes.
- Hi. - Hi.
It's a fucking wild animal, isn't it?
Harald, Vuk would like some money.
Did you know that pigs have orgasms that last half an hour?
What?
Orgasms that last half an hour.
- Well, blow me. - I doubt it's every time.
Oh, no.
We'll I'll be fucked.
Um, Harald, Vuk would like some money.
- He gets his wages. - Yes, but--
Half an hour?
He thinks is unfair that we got money but he didn't.
- Vuk doesn't need money. - No.
But he would like to send some to his family, right?
Granny.
Money... no money.
What's the matter? Have you got any reason to complain?
What do you want, you ungrateful wog?
- Don't you like it here? - No, but--
But I spoke to Martin and--
- Are you unhappy here? - Stop it, Harald.
He'd better not complain.
- You're a racist. - So what?
What's wrong with that? You make it sound like an insult.
Since you two fags are so sanctimonious,
give him some of your own money.
Yes, I suppose we could.
Fine.
Then there's no more to talk about.
If you each give him 6,000 out of your shares, that will be fair.
Jesus, man.
So they had to give Vuk money.
- Have a moment? - Yes.
I'll have another stout.
- Where are you from? - That's an even longer story.
- Do you play cards? - Well, sometimes.
What kind of cards do you play?
Poker, Blackjack, whatever.
Oh, yeah? Would you like to play poker?
I was just telling-- By the way, what is your name?
- Erik. - Hi, Erik. I'm Richard.
Hi.
I'm Jørgen.
Jørgen wants to play cards.
I'm in.
What kind of poker are we playing?
What would you like?
Five card stud? Draw poker?
- Draw's okay. - Okay.
Two...
three... four... six
and a half--
His mom doesn't think it's funny
when he shows up with both arms in a cast, right?
Right.
He said you forced him.
Force Vuk?
Vuk never does anything he doesn't want to.
Would you mind telling me next time he wants to do something?
- I'm not a social worker. - I'm just telling you.
If you take him on a job, take care of him.
As long as you're his boss,
you're the one who answers for him, to me.
Don't forget that.
Haven't you got any videos to watch?
See you, Harald.
Go on.
Vuk is loaded,
Arvid is trying to figure a way to get Franz out of jail.
Martin and Peter try and help, but it isn't easy getting someone out of jail...
What if we got a hold of police uniforms
and go in and say he's to be transferred?
- It wouldn't work. - What do people usually do?
I don't know, I'm a cook.
I think people just break out.
- Hey, I need 200 banana splits. - Yes.
Can you go into the freezer and get a bucket of shrimp?
- I can do that. - Thanks.
- Did you buy the bananas? - No.
I waited hours for you to bring back the van.
- Where the hell were you? - What's this?
What's this?
Are you nuts? Plastic explosives.
They're Harald's.
Why does he have this stuff?
Probably to exchange it for... caviar.
- Don't touch it, Arvid. - Nothing'll happen.
It's C-4,
plastic explosives.
It has to be detonated electrically.
You know about this stuff?
I was in the Defense Corps for eight months.
In that case, for example, to blow a hole in the wall?
I could obliterate a whole island with this.
Unless Harald needs it, that is.
You were in catering.
Peter, you worked in the canteen.
I know, but you don't spend all your time in the canteen.
It's all-around training.
- You're sure you can do it? - Yes, of course.
We can do a test first.
Where the hell is he?
He went to the post office to get money.
Shouldn't we use less?
You want a realistic picture of how it's going to look, don't you?
Use as much as you like.
What if anyone hears something?
- Hears something? - Yes.
There isn't a soul around. Blast away.
- Okay, Martin. - Move the water tank in front.
If you want to blow a hole in something,
it's important to have some ballasts
to press the explosives into the wall.
Otherwise it'll pop off and you'll only get a tiny hole.
It's amazing what they can do.
- Ready? - Yeah.
I'll let you do the honors.
When you push this,
you've got 60 seconds till detonation.
- Come on. - Okay.
- Shall I do it now? - Sure, just press.
- I'm going to do it now. - Put these on.
There's 60 seconds to go.
Now you just wait.
Who the hell is that?
It's Vuk.
- Go away, Vuk! - What the bloody hell is he doing?
- Go away! - Get down!
- Down! - Get away!
Get out of there!
Get away!
Maybe we should use a bit less next time.
I'm so sorry. I didn't know he'd show up.
It doesn't matter. Find Puk and let's get out of here.
Get a move on, will you?
He's deaf.
His eardrums have been blown away.
Keep spraying him with water for another two hours.
- Yes. Thanks for your help. - We'll do it tonight.
I'd better be getting along.
- I mean it. - Chill out.
We'll get a car first.
- Thanks for your help. - No problem.
I didn't use too much.
It's just like using clay.
If you're making Christmas decorations, you can't use old clay.
That's it.
It really could have gone badly.
- I think. - It did.
You can't use explosives that are old.
Look out, Vuk.
Hello.
Are you deaf? Don't just stand in the way.
What are you doing?
Last time, the water was up against the wall.
If this is the charge and you're the wall--
Last time, it gave a little "pft" because it was so close.
This time it's out here, 2 feet away, right into the wall.
It's a completely different explosion
and a much more focused power.
Let me show you what I've got in the car.
220 gallons of water to keep the ballast in place
so the explosion is directed at the wall and not like last time
where the bottles went in as well.
Like last time,
two lumps of C-4 explosives.
The same timing as last time, the same timer.
How much is there this time?
One quarter of what was there last time.
Where did you get the sandwiches?
Over there.
Vuk's uncle has a pizzeria.
Why didn't you buy any for the rest of us?
I thought you'd already eaten.
- You can have mine. - There's none left.
- Take a bite-- - I won't eat that crap!
- Doesn't it need to be reversed? - Yes.
- Then, there's this. - What's it set for?
- Thirty seconds. - Thirty?
Maybe you could learn to think of others?
Damn, it, man.
Move!
Let's see if he's home. Move!
He's down here.
- He's here. - Is he dead?
Hands above your head.
We've killed him.
No, he's okay.
- He's fine. - Get him out.
- We've killed him. - Shut up and get him up.
You've got one more chance.
Hands above your head.
Hands above your head!
Stand still!
Fuck you, man!
Snack time.
Thanks.
- Harald? - No.
No, thanks.
There's cold chicken and cheddar.
You... pass me the smelling salts.
- He's deaf. - Oh, yes.
- This it? - Yes.
We don't get any younger.
- He's dead. - He's not.
He rammed his nose right into his brain.
You don't die of it.
Erling has.
Fuck, man.
You can't bloody kill him!
I won't fucking have it!
Stop it, damn you!
Fuck!
Fuck you, man!
He's dead too.
Give me that thing.
What are you doing?
You could have shot me.
The guy from the bank?
Shut the fuck up. Everyone shut up, okay?
I'm not having anyone else die in my kitchen.
Peter and Martin, take Vuk and Erling and bury them.
Where?
The Royal Theatre. Where the hell do you think?
I've no idea. I'm a cook.
Take them to Søndermarken, damn it.
Bury them at Søndermarken.
Now.
So...
Peter and Martin take off for Søndermarken.
How do you pronounce that?
Søndermarken, that's right.
Søndermarken.
What have you got, Erik?
Three queens.
Three kings.
You're a lucky man, Jørgen. I've never seen anything like it.
I knew this one guy, but--
- That's another story. - I think I might like to play with him.
One day you might, Jørgen. You never know.
- Where was I? - Søndermarken.
Yeah, that's right.
Arvid had a long talk with Franz,
but Franz was very confused.
First... you smash a racket into my skull.
Then you land me in jail, then you blow me up.
Are you crazy?
I'm really sorry that I hit you at the bank.
I should have minded my own business.
It was wrong of me.
It is more wrong to blow people up.
And I'm sorry about that.
I just want to put things right.
Who the hell gave you the idea to make anything right?
Your wife.
- My wife? - Yes.
Yes, she told me why you did it.
What the hell are you talking about?
That you can't have kids and all, right?
I haven't got a wife. And I'm not fucking having any kids.
I hate kids.
- Wasn't she your wife? - No.
I haven't got a wife.
I'm a bank robber. You can't build a relationship on that.
You're not a robber. You're married to Astrid.
- Astrid? - Yes, Astrid Henriksen.
- Your wife. - Have you talked to her?
- Yes. - What did she tell you?
- Everything. - Everything?
That you can't have kids and you needed help.
You didn't give her money, did you?
Yes, you could say we did.
- Isn't Astrid your wife? - No.
It can't be true.
- I saw a photo of you-- - Then who is she?
She's my sister.
Astrid is my sister...
for fuck's sake.
Last time I saw her, she screwed me out of 6,000.
- How much did you give her? - 650,000.
650,000?
Jesus bloody Christ.
Well, then, how'd it go?
Ah... fine.
Good. Do you mind making another trip?
You'll freeze your ass off in here.
Vuk is dead?
Yes.
And Erling.
We've killed two people.
Three.
I just killed Franz.
- Could you kill me, too? - No, you know I wouldn't.
You're my brother.
I can't figure things out anymore.
No... you never could.
What is there to figure out?
Nothing is right, nothing is wrong.
It's all up to you.
In China, you can eat an entire German Shepherd
and it doesn't matter.
Just find out what you're not good at and don't do it.
That's easy.
- You really don't believe that, do you? - Yes.
I should have gone to Paris with Hanne.
Don't you think it's unfair that Astrid has 650,000 crowns of our money?
Yes.
- Don't you think it's cold in here? - Yes.
Come on.
- Shall we just go in? - She might be in the bath.
They don't have baths in shitholes like this.
- Who are you looking for? - We want to speak with Astrid.
- That might be difficult. - Why?
She's on vacation.
Yeah, I don't get it.
She just bought a fur coat-- a mink.
But it's hot in South Africa, isn't it?
I've got an appointment at 10.
Can you run me home first?
Okay.
That's him.
Who "him"?
- He hit you on the head with a bottle? - Yes.
- What are you going to do to him? - I don't know.
You've got to do something,
or you'll end up like dad.
You can't let people piss all over you.
- Obviously not. - Good.
You work in a bank, right?
Yes.
So you use your head.
The worst thing he can do is hit you on the head.
- What does he do? - He's a musician.
- Musician? - I think he plays the guitar.
The worst thing you can do is to shoot his hand.
Actually, that's it.
He's got to learn not to hit you on the head with a bottle.
Plus, think of all the other people he might hit on the head with bottles.
Actually, it's your duty.
- You understand? - Yes.
- What are you going to do? - I guess, shoot him in the hand.
Right.
You smashed a bottle on my brother's head?
Are you crazy?
What are you going to do now?
- But, he-he can't-- - What are you going to do now?
- But this knee-- - What are you going to do now?
I--I-- I'm going to hit him--
I'm going to hit him on the head with this thing.
That's good. Now, if you all will remain quiet,
my brother will now smash an ashtray on your pal's head.
Bloody hell! You psychopath!
- What the hell are you doing, man? - Shut up.
Next time I see you, I'll fucking smash the both of you,
- Shut up. - You'll get such a beating--
I'll smash you, man!
Come on, Arvid! Do it!
I'll smash you!
Come on, Arvid, man! Do it!
Bloody hell, man.
Music.
Sounds more like digital crap.
Have you seen Vuk? He didn't come home last night.
He didn't come home?
He said something about a girl.
- A girl? - Apparently he'd met a nice girl.
So--
A redhead, actually.
- Would you like some pasta? - No, thanks.
- I don't think he met a girl. - Either did we.
She's apparently very nice--
- I'd like to try pasta. - You eat wherever we come to!
I haven't eaten the whole day.
It's really good.
Maybe you should have a word with Harald.
- Harald? - Yeah.
- Where's Harald? - He's gone to a meeting.
He's talking something about a conspiracy.
As if he went out with some broad. Should I believe him?
- Who? Vuk? - Two times with a broad.
- Who says that? - That one, brother, that faggot.
- Come on, let's do them now. - Not now.
Try the pasta. It's great.
This is important! I'm not eating now, you motherfucker!
We'll eat later.
If you see Vuk, tell him to call home immediately.
I've explained to Harald, I take care of my family as well as I do my eyes.
Eyes--they're what you take care of most.
Remember that.
Maybe we should call Harald.
You do realize you just shot an entire rock band?
Yes.
- I've always wanted to do that. - There are plenty of them around.
You're right. Exactly.
Don't be too snobbish to release your aggression sometimes.
No.
Thank you very much, Harald.
For what?
For helping me.
No problem.
See you around?
Sleep well.
Yes.
Don't get any ideas. I came for the TV.
But it's mine.
Forget about it.
The TV is mine.
I bought the TV.
- Why do you think it's yours? - Because it is.
Hanne.
Come back to me.
Arvid.
Do you remember when we had the cat?
Why do you think it ran away?
It was bored to death, Arvid.
I've changed.
You've grown a wart or something?
Stop it. I really have.
Enough, already. I came for the TV and that's it.
I don't understand either. I haven't seen him since--
- Wednesday. - Yes, Wednesday.
I-I don't know anything. We're just cooks.
We can't watch him all of the time, can we?
Let me tell you one thing:
If anything happened to Vuk,
we will be very upset.
Many of us will be.
If I hear from him, I'll call.
Come on.
What do you think they'll do if they find him?
They'll invite us to a rock concert.
- But if they do-- - You buried him well, didn't you?
Of course.
So they won't find him, will they?
Hi.
- What happened? - I've killed Hanne.
We're not going back out there.
No...
we sure as hell aren't, Harald.
No, of course not.
- You're cooks, right? - Yes.
- Then make some food, damn it. - Yes.
I'll deal with Hanne.
Hanne.
Who the hell is Hanne?
Why?
She came back for the TV.
Okay.
Did she now?
Where is she?
She's at home. In the lounge.
And in the kitchen.
In the lounge and in the kitchen?
Yeah.
Maybe I should just leave her there,
go away somewhere,
for a long time.
- That's a good idea. - Yes.
But I need money.
And I know precisely how to get it.
That's good.
Will you help me?
I've had enough of this.
I have fucking had enough of this.
Tell me about it.
They're both insane, right?
Then go and tell him!
I damn sure intend to, man.
What have you got?
- Three nines. - What?
No way. No one is that lucky.
- He's cheating. - What?
- No one's that lucky-- - Easy.
You can't prove Jørgen is cheating, can you?
- No, but-- - Well, that's it.
He's just a very lucky man.
Let's play another hand. What time is it?
- Almost 12. - We'd better hurry, then.
- So they left the country? - They wanted to.
But they had to raise some money first.
Alarm desks, right?
It's Gunnar and Henning, they're at the alarm desk.
They always go to the Cafe Paradise to eat with Finn.
So there's no one manning the alarm desks.
- Finn? - Yes.
Who's he?
The guy who runs Cafe Paradise.
- Anyone has a cigarette? - What time is it?
11:30. Got a cigarette?
- No. - So, a half hour from now--
- But you're smoking. - It's the last one!
Enough with the cigarettes.
Here. Go buy some from Finn.
- Get some peanuts. - He's not getting peanuts.
They'll dry your throat.
- Like hell. - They do.
- I want some peanuts! - You want water too or what?
- I have a craving for-- - Then go and buy some peanuts.
Yes.
Sure.
Got any cigarettes?
Prince?
They'll do. And a bag of peanuts.
Where will you actually go?
I don't know.
India?
Or China, maybe?
China?
Dad always wanted to go to India.
- John Lennon went there. - How did he die?
- He got shot. - Dad? Why?
Dad didn't get shot.
He went down to the shed to fix his bike tire.
No.
But he couldn't find the hole.
So I took over.
Then he sat down to do Mrs. Jespersen's tax return.
In the middle of her allowable expenses,
he fell down, dead.
A stroke.
Island Revenue gave Mrs. Jespersen a new tax return.
What a shitty death.
Here.
What a fucking fag. Is that him?
Yes.
Isn't that guy a homo?
I don't think so. And he's very nice.
- He's got to be gay. - I think he's gay.
What does it matter? Are you ready?
Yes.
- Do you think we're idiots? - Not again.
- No one's that lucky. - Easy.
Hi.
- Where's Finn? - Sick. I'm covering for him.
Come on! Come on!
- Is there a back door? - What?
Is there a back door?
Yes, there is a back door.
Harald!
Go to your position, brother!
Come on, drop it, drop it!
Hide behind the bar, Sladoje, and listen for who's coming.
Go behind the bar and to the center. Sit here and wait for me.
Come to the end, to the end!
Down! Look out! Down! A lot of blood is behind the bar!
Go to the left, go to the left!
Go, go, go to the end!
- Are we attacking? - Go to the left!
Go to the left! Go to the end!
Go to the second one! To the next one!
To the end!
Brothers, are you ready!
Shall we, brothers? Yes!
On my count! One, two, three!
One, two, three--
Fire! Hurray!
Where is he?
- Look out, he's behind you! - Tell me!
I will have revenge! I swear to you.
Harald?
- Stay down! - Harald.
I thought you buried Vuk properly.
We only had a little shovel.
It was dark.
It... was Arvid who killed Vuk.
Wasn't it?
We're cooks, damn it.
Now I don't have a brother anymore.
Have you ever done anything right?
Come.
Let's go.
- Arvid? - Hello, Henning.
Aren't you on holiday?
- No. - What is going on?
I don't know. I think we're dead.
- Dead? - Now, listen up.
This may sound a little strange to you, but you're all dead.
Very dead.
- We can't be. - It looks like it.
Normally there'd be somebody here from the dark side to pick some of you up
but they're not here.
Maybe they forgot. Well, it's just your lucky day.
- Why? - Well--
If nobody shows up from the other side, it means you have to go upstairs with me.
Isn't that nice?
In a way, but--
Excuse me...
will that say that we all go to heaven?
Exactly.
Of course.
I'm so stupid. I should have guessed.
You little devil, you.
I've never seen you before.
It's my third pick-up.
Okay. Which ones do you want?
You.
- Me? - Yes, you.
This is the last time you cheat me at cards.
I didn't cheat! I never cheat! I'm lucky!
- Your turn. - I'll just take Arvid.
- Me? - You.
- Why me? - You're on my list.
Excuse me, but that can't be right.
It can't be right. And you're drunk.
I want to speak with your superior.
- Are you gay? - Yes, so what?
What'd I do? I've never done anything wrong.
It says here,
I'm only supposed to take Arvid with me.
You sure you didn't do something wrong?
Yes. Gunna Quist.
- It must be there. - Ever have an affair?
What?
Ever get some on the side?
You mean the thing with Lars? It was just an office party.
I was drunk. Is that so bad?
I don't remember. We'll ask when we get down there.
- What about them? - I don't know.
They look like it's another department.
Probably the same guys that picked up Vuk.
Some of them are very strange.
We call them "the men with the funny pants."
But they're always late. Come on. We'll miss the bus.
You didn't do anything wrong, Arvid.
You've always been a very, good boy. Off we go.
- But I killed Vuk. - I just told you--
That's not our department.
The guy with the funny pants takes care of all that.
- But wasn't it wrong to kill Hanne? - It's also wrong to steal.
She tried to take your TV.
Everything you did, you always believed you did the right thing, didn't you?
- Yes. - That's what it's all about.
If you believe you did the right thing, you did the right thing
no matter what everybody else says.
- Are you sure about this? - Absolutely.
But, I mean, me? Up there?
- Well-- - Really?
Well, yes.
What about the rock musicians?
- Well-- - I killed a whole rock band!
- They weren't any good. - Oh, honestly.
Okay, to tell you the truth, Arvid,
I'm a very good friend of your father.
I promised him I'd bring you up with me, no matter what.
Come on. This way.
Mind the step.
Yes, but--
Oh, shit.
What was the name of that girl that went downstairs with Erik?
Gunna. Gunna Quist.
She was on my list, then. Damn.
I couldn't see it. Look-- I was quite busy when I wrote that.
But that doesn't look like "Gunna Quist" does it?
Well, maybe. Gunna Quist.
I thought it said, "go now, quick."
What kind of name is that, anyway?
Poor girl.
You see, I was supposed to meet this dentist in California,
but suddenly they sent me here, instead, so--
Excu-- Really--
Excuse me, what is your name?
- Come on. - Are you sure about this?
- Come on. - Do you have any ID?
Hurry up. We've got to get going. You're father's waiting.
- But-- - Mind the door.
What is that crap?
Out.
Whoops, wrong--
That's music, eh?