Blinkende lygter Page #3

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- Who is it?

It's empty, you jerk.

- Who the f*** is it?

It's a... hunter.

- Stay here.

I once fired one of those.

Howdy!

- How... dy.

I hope you got it cheap?

- Cheap?

That pile of sh*t's been empty

for 20 years.

We were scared they'd make

it into a refugee camp.

We can't have a flock of boat people

running around here.

No, of course not.

- You're not from the Red Cross?

No, no. Don't worry.

We just bought the place.

You guys opening a restaurant?

- Yeah, that's right.

Not a pizza joint, I hope?

- No, just a... nice family restaurant.

We used to eat here, my dad and I.

We liked it.

- Yeah... it's a nice place.

We really liked it.

Well, you'd better

put those boys to work.

Those two look like lazy bums.

Keep after them!

See you around.

- You know where to find a doctor?

One of them's feeling bad.

- He's just trying to get off work.

No, he's really sick.

We need a doctor.

Carl?

- That's me.

He's inside.

How did this happen?

- It was a hunting accident.

I've seen a few hunting accidents.

But this isn't one of them.

I'll pay you to fix him up.

- No, no, I can't...

I've got plenty of money...

if this stays between us.

That kind of thing is expensive.

There.

Okay.

He's got to lie still for two weeks.

- Two weeks?

He can't.

He's got to ride with us.

No! Any movement could kill him.

The wound could open.

He has to lie still,

drink plenty of fluids, and eat salt.

We don't have any salt.

- I'll give you a ride into town.

That's your treatment?

- Yup.

You're not going to do anything else?

- Nope.

I'll go with him.

Torkild... that guy's a psycho.

Want me to go along?

No, stay here.

You're losing some of that.

- Thanks.

I don't know who you are,

or why you shot him.

If you want to run a business here,

you have to stop shooting each other.

We don't do that around here.

- No.

What's taking him so long?

It's not like Torkild.

Shut up.

He took all the money?

- Sniff your sh*t.

I did. It's all gone.

Here he comes.

Howdy.

- "Howdy"?

What's that?

- A van.

You bought a van?

- Yeah. It fits our alibi.

Our what?

- Give me a hand.

What the hell's that?

- What are you doing?

What's all this junk?

- It's not junk, it's culture.

Why should Arne be the only one

of us to see "Rich Man, Poor Man"?

It's a cultural treasure in eight episodes,

and only Arne has seen it.

I've bought eight thousand worth

of culture.

There's Karen Blixen,

and Hans Christian Andersen...

F*** Hans Christian Andersen!

- No, Arne. We can't.

And there'll be no more

"f***" or "sh*t." Say "darn."

We'll be here two weeks,

so we have to fit in.

What about Barcelona?

- You heard Carl.

He was hammered!

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