Fuck Up

Synopsis: Jack is pleased with himself. He has just decided to stop screwing anything with a pulse and cut back on his enthusiastic drug use. That same night his best friend Glenn crashes into a moose on the Swedish border doing his last heist. Glenn is found by the police with a hoof buried in his forehead and 3,8 kilos of cocaine in the trunk. Over the next 24 hours, Jack loses his house, his job, his girlfriend leaves him with their daughter and someone tries to kill him. He is now struggling to save the lives of the very few people who love him, including his daughter. And as he is about to find out: when you think you have hit rock bottom, it can always get worse.
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama
96 min

Now it seems like

it was always summer.

At least, that's what was

worth looking forward to.

All four of us together, from June

to August. At Robin's father's cabin.

It seemed like the world had paused.

As if no one could get to us.

Maybe it's a good thing that you

don't know what life will be like.

Funny that it's when someone dies

that you start thinking about living.

That friends, lovers, kids, work, car...

Everything ends in that second

when you stop breathing.

One single moment, and everything

you've done and has been is gone.

It's too late to right your wrongs.

This is Jack.

And this is the day

when life caught up with us.

Have you started

doing business by yourself?

No, it's just this time.

I've talked to Leopold about it.

Sometimes it's important

to do the right thing.

This is me. Making one of the hundred

choices we make every day.

Making choices creates a pattern in

the life you're living, but of course...

It being a pattern doesn't

make the choices smart.

See you next month, then.

You ought to

trade in your car. It looks...

No, it's got Halden plates. You're not

pulled over at the border with them.

- Hello.

- Hi, Jack. I'm there in 15 minutes.

It's Robin. Jack is kind of... busy.

- Is everyone there?

- Me and Jack.

We're waiting for

Rasmussen and you.

You were supposed to be here at 8,

so feel free to say why we're here.

Call Rasmussen and tell him

to come. You'll be excited.

The downside of choices is that

you can't know if you'll regret them.

Until it's too late.


- Can't we go to your place?

- We're doing fine here, aren't we?

I'm driving down all this way

and it only ends up like this.

Isn't this good enough?

Sorry. But it only keeps on

calling over and over.

- I thought maybe you'd get it.

- Hi.

I'm in the middle of something,

can I call you back in a minute?

It's ok, it's alright.

You have to say hello to Robin.

- Robin, say hello to Linda.

- Hi!

Come on, Jack.

Daddy's waiting down in the boat.

Jack wanted to become a doctor,

an adventurer or a super hero.

Jack soon discovered what it's like

having a reputation in a small town.

Jack is a fucker,

just like his dad

Hi, I'm at the hospital.

Reading for tomorrow's exams.

She's got a fever? Rebecca, I'll be

there as soon as I can. Good. Bye.

- Is Glenn here yet?

- No, not yet.

What was that about?

My daughter's sick.

- Ok.

- I'll go and find Rasmussen.


- Who is it?

- It's Jack.

Jacques. Jacques Brel.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Why are you sitting here?

- I'm enjoying myself.

- I'm doing just fine.

- What is that?

It's a telephoto lens. I've taken

photos at a wedding.

I sold the rest of the equipment.

They had to be at a distance.

Oh yeah. I compensated by selling

Viagra to the groom. That was good.

- Do you want some?

- I'm having exams tomorrow.

- Ok. No problem.

- F*ck it.

- You know what?

- No.

I've thought

about smuggling chicken wings.

The last time I was inside, I was with

a guy who'd smuggled 6 tons of wings.

He got two months. You're locked up

for years smuggling drugs.

He could have

become a millionaire on chicken.

Chicken wings is the future.

Hi, it's Glenn, leave a message...

- Rasmussen is coming soon.

- God damn it, Jack.

I'm a doctor.

You thought I wouldn't notice?

I had one.

- Hi, Robin.

- Hello.

Glenn is on his way...

...from Gothenburg. He's importing

a Porsche from Germany.

- We know.

- So you know. He'll be here.

I lent him the money I got

after my aunt to pay for the car.

- What? He lent money from you too?

- Yes. Me too?

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