Blinkende lygter

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Once in a while,

although not very often, -

- you find a place where

the menu is irrelevant.

Where you don't come merely to eat,

but just to be there.

Just to sit in a quiet corner

watching the staff radiating...

...a rare sense of satisfaction.

And to watch them work.

And suddenly you realise

that here, and only here, -

- is where they've always belonged.

Grown people, and they are fucking late?

He's from Poland.

- So what? He should be here now!

Don't be too hard on the guy.

Why are you so late?

What's he saying, Peter?

- It sounded like "diarrhea."

Yeah, goulash gives drivers diarrhea.

So of course he is late.

I've had diarrhea since I was 16.

Cigarettos?

What the f*ck's this?

The wrong brand! Now what?

What the hell do we do

with 34,000 cartons of "Look"?

Nobody smokes that menthol shit.

Cigarettos...

- Arne, cool it!

Peter, tell him!

- Take it easy, man...

Torkild!

- Cigarettos!

Maybe we can trade them,

or something.

He might not even notice.

It's Torkild.

Get me the Eskimo.

I know you'll never read it.

- I'll read it.

MEN ARE FROM MARS,

WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS

I gave it to you before,

but you threw it out.

I'll... I'll read it.

Thanks.

Let's go back to your place.

- I've met someone.

What?

- It's over.

Look, when I've paid back the Eskimo...

- You've said that for five years.

That's not true!

I was just thinking about

starting my own business.

Maybe a pet store.

- You couldn't feed a fish.

I can learn. I could do anything.

No, you can't.

You're 40 years old.

Who is he?

- He works at the paper.

What's his name?

- Don't you touch him.

You're crazy about him?

- I guess so.

You're going to have kids and stuff?

- Maybe.

That's what regular people do. Have

kids, take them to Disneyland.

Six Flags is better.

Not so many Canucks.

Don't you care?

Good luck.

- Yeah. You, too.

A rifle...

- A rifle? This bad boy is an AK-47!

You know it can penetrate iron?

Iron?

This baby can blow away suburbs.

Give it to me, I'll show you.

What took you so long?

- My mom called.

We're opening the presents...

- What did you give him?

You remember that guy that shot

at the White House?

A psychopath let off 20 shots at it.

- Never heard about it.

F*ck that, he used an AK-47.

- Hanne chipped in, too.

No it isn't, Stefan!

It's very nice. What is it, a splat gun?

- What did she say?

A splat gun... It looks real.

- Of course it's not real.

Uhh... So you're Hanne?

Stefan talks about you all the time.

We have met before?

- You remember Hanne.

I was just...

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Don't worry, I always forget her, too.

You like it, or what?

Sure I do, it's...

I just need to...

Goddamn, Peter.

- You want some?

I could have shot you.

- No harm done.

Celebrating without me?

Why the hell didn't we invite the Eskimo?

You got your period, or what?

No, I was just coming...

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

You got my money?

- No.

Now you're mine, Torkild.

Yeah...

You'll pick up a suitcase for me tonight.

- Okay, where?

It's in a Greek diplomat's house.

In his moneybox.

His...?

- His safe.

Exactly. William will fill you in.

Don't open the suitcase.

Can't I do one big job?

So I can pay you off once and for all?

I'll do anything, just something new.

I almost shot Peter...

You're mine, Torkild.

Get the suitcase, capiche?

Sure...

Shut up Arne, goddamit!

Wow, what a mirror!

Great craftsmanship.

Concentrate!

- We could take it with us...

We're not dragging that around, bozo.

I've always wanted one of these.

You know what these things cost?

Well bring it along.

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