Blinkende lygter Page #4

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He wasn't...

- Shut the f*** up!

You want to take the back road

to Barcelona?

Knock it off, you idiot!

F*** you.

- No more cursing.

Don't you see?

This a chance for us.

Those rednecks think

we're opening a restaurant.

We just need to do a little work

on it, and they'll leave us alone.

You're my crew.

I'm not your f***ing crew.

- It's just until Peter gets well.

Then we go to Barcelona.

Come on, give me a hand.

They're gone.

What do you mean?

- They vanished.

No one's seen them,

and the suitcase is gone.

F*** me.

What do we do?

- We wait.

They'll make a mistake.

And then we knock.

We strike.

- That, too.

Go. You're disturbing my fish.

When they made cannons

in the old days, -

- the gunsmith had to sit on it

the first time it was fired.

There were so many bad cannons.

They blew up when you fired them.

So the king said the gunsmiths had

to sit on them for the first shot.

Arne, we've had frozen pizzas

for five days now.

Who fixed the oven? Me.

You can fix your own oven.

Just shut the f*** up.

There's all kinds of

vegetable sh*t in this.

It was a good idea.

- To sit on a cannon?

I mean, being responsible.

- I won't eat this sh*t anymore!

How many guns have you sold?

- I don't know.

What if one of them

gets you shot one day?

What do you think?

I'd take the guy bowling.

But who's responsible?

- I did 16 months, didn't I?

Who cares if he sold

bazookas to O.J. Simpson?

I need food, I need a bath!

I need some coke!

You can't have any.

- I've got to!

I've got to have something

for my nose, or I'll go crazy.

Torkild! Look at me.

Look at me, Torkild!

You've got to help me.

I can't, Peter.

Arne...

Yeah?

- It's Peter.

Peter who?

- Peter... you know.

Henry, I need a few bags.

- Where are you?

Henry, I need a lot.

- Okay, but where are you?

I don't know...

Newport.

We could meet at the docks.

I need it now.

- You'll get it Wednesday.

Okay, Newport docks.

Damn!

What the hell are you doing, Peter?

You trying to get us all killed?

I warned you, Torkild.

Arne!

I told you!

What's going on?

He stays in there.

- He'll suffocate.

No, he won't.

He was calling Coke Henry.

So why can't I call Hanne?

- I stopped him in time.

Cool it, now.

- Come out, I'll kill you!

He promises not to do it again.

He broke the rules,

he must be punished.

Let's go outside.

- Shut up.

He'll kill us. He can't stand smoke.

- He won't find out sh*t.

It's actually my granddad's fault.

He caught my dad smoking and put

him in a closet with 50 smokes.

He had to smoke them all.

He's completely crazy.

What did you say?

In you go, Peter.

Okay. You can come out

when you've smoked them all.

No, Peter's busy.

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