Nordvest

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NORTHWES Are you smoking weed?

You're supposed to

keep a fucking lookout.

- Are you able to drive?

- Sure. I'm good.

- How much do you think it's worth?

- It's good stuff. 4,000, at least.

4,000?

Jamal won't give us 4,000.

Jamal's gonna screw us no matter

what. You know what he's like.

You punks get the f*ck outta here.

Yo, what the f*ck, man?

Jamal. Your car keys.

- We got some good shit today.

- We'll see about that.

French designer knives.

Sabatier.

That one's 2,000 in the shops.

IPod speakers.

This is a piece of junk.

- It totally works.

- It's worn out, man.

A Georg Jensen watch,

a mobile phone

Put that junk away.

What's in this bag?

That one's mine.

It's just some stuff for my family.

A black leather bag? There must

be something good in there.

- How much do you want for this?

- It's for my sister. F*ck you.

Yo, Casper!

Your brother broke

the mirror on my moped.

- It's a scooter.

- It's a moped.

Your brother broke it

and he's gonna fucking pay.

- Did you touch my brother?

- Your brother's fucked in the head.

Make sure he pays me.

Why're you giving him the stink eye?

You want him to jump you?

- Jump me?

- Exactly.

I'll give you an even thousand

and we'll forget about the mirror.

- A thousand for all that?

- Yeah.

Just take it.

No way. Don't go mixing

my brother up in our affairs.

- You want Ali to talk to him?

- Are you threatening my brother?

I'm doing you a favour

and you know it.

I'm even letting you use my car.

Do you wanna ruin me?

You want me to pay five gees for this

junk? How am I gonna sell that shit?

Give me a chunk.

Give the man some smokables.

This is my final offer.

Come on, Casper.

- That shit ain't cool.

- It's my final offer.

- Nice watch. Is that a Rolex?

- Of course it is.

That goes without saying, huh?

Why wasn't that in the bag?

You bring me junk and keep

the best stuff for yourself.

- The watch is mine.

- You're not man enough to wear it.

- See you around, Jamal.

- F*ck you.

You want this?

- You want half of it?

- No, I'm good.

Call me later.

- I found the walkie-talkies.

- Quiet, mom's sleeping.

- Is Andy in his room?

- Yep.

- I'll be right there, Freya.

- No, now!

Andy. Andy!

Wake up, man.

Did you mess up Ali's scooter?

Did you ruin...

Is he the one

who doodled on your face?

- Is that why you broke his scooter?

- Yeah. So fucking what?

Ew! F*ck off.

There's a dick on your forehead.

You cost me money again today.

Just stay away from those guys.

Does it come off?

You need to scrub harder.

Knock it off, man.

Hey, mom.

- What's happened to you?

- Someone doodled on his face.

- I can do it myself.

- Don't be such a crybaby.

It's just a washcloth.

Come here, you.

I have to go to work.

I thought we had an understanding.

He's supposed to be in school,

not hanging around with you.

Of course.

I promise it won't happen again.

- Mom, are you leaving?

- See you later, Freya.

Here, mom.

Can you see, what it says?

"Come home soon, mom."

I promise.

I'm gonna tickle you.

It won't come off.

Jesus Christ...

- Don't leave! Don't leave!

- Scrub a little harder.

- I'll be home soon, Freya.

- In the morning.

That's a nice watch.

Yeah. It's new.

Why're you giving me that look'?

- So long, Andy.

- So long, mom.

Freya, get in here.

Go play in your room.

- I didn't see you last night.

- You went to Viggo's?

Hell, yeah.

I boned a Japanese girl.

A Japanese at Viggo's?

She was Asian or whatever.

She was this tall. I swear it.

Whassup, ladies?

Whassup.

- I swear she was that tall.

- So did you hit it?

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