Letters to Angel Page #3

to sunbathe naked.

- This should be it.

I'll leave you two alone now.

Edda, behave yourself.

Hands out of the window!

Hands out the window!

Freeze! Freeze!

Out of the car! Bomb! Bomb!

We have an anti-terrorist

training center here.

Sometimes they climb up and

stare in at the windows.

Honestly, I don't believe

in this marriage.

It's not like Santa.

She can't stand marriage.

Not even to Lars.

The honeymoon, of course,

the romance and the sex.

But not being married.

You know, I think this

misunderstanding will

soon be over and the Dane...

- A dead soul.

Yes, perfect. You're a psychic...

Oh, Hilda, let me

introduce the psychic.

- Give me a cigarette.

What are you drinking?

Guess. - Egg liqueur?

- You guessed it.

Why aren't you drinking anything?

- Mr. Psychic does not drink.

You got liver cancer, or what?

Did I scare you?

This is Hilda. She's a doctor.

You must forgive her indiscretion

Nice to meet you.

- Hilde's a psychiatrist.

Double?

- Right. And a Coke.

Kirotaja, I have to pee.

You got me drunk.

Take me somewhere, then!

- I'll take you home.

So you know where I live?

- No, but you do.

I'm lost.

- At least you know the address.

Whose? -Your own.

- And now you want me to tell you?

I'm still deciding if I'll tell you.

- I'll get a taxi.

No, I'm not going

anywhere in a taxi.

It'll make me throw up.

Who'll pay for that?

I want to go swimming.

Frog or butterfly - which

are you better at?

Frog or butterfly?

I'm better at the frog.

Top floor, if I remember it right.

Matches - do you have them?

Oh, damn!

Come inside, quick,

before they sh*t all over you! Come on!

You can lie down here.

It's your book.

You can have it.

"Songs of a Battlefield Surveyor"

Author missing

From Linda to Edda

So you knew Linda.

- Yeah.

So no one knows where they went

- Doubt it...

After your funeral the book was banned

I don't know where they hid them all.

One or two copies

circulated - they were read

to pieces Nobody knew

anything about Islam...

That's all I'm saying.

Let's go back to the clock tower.

Let's go back!

Go back.

Edda!

Let go of the gun!

Let go... Put the gun down!

Shoot me. I don't want to.

I don't agree. I don't want to. Let go

I knew you'd come back

But Linda didn't believe it.

And they dug up the grave.

Your own father. Opened up the coffin

And it was empty, just

a little box inside.

With a letter in Russian, saying

that opening coffins is illegal.

That it's treason, a crime.

But Linda didn't believe it.

I knew.

But she was going crazy waiting.

How long can you stand it? Sh*t.

At least she got out of here - away.

Anywhere...

Sniper glasses.

Dear Angel, Allah alone

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