Nordvest Page #5

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Much more.

Don't worry about it.

Today is a day of luxury.

I just hope that

it'll make me look good.

I've brought a kebab for you.

And the money from last night.

Seven grand.

Just leave 'em on the table.

- You wanna count it?

- No.

If anything's missing,

you lose a finger.

Have a seat.

So, how do you like it?

It's going well.

Clients only f*** once a night,

but they can snort coke 'till dawn.

And I've got my hands

on some good sh*t.

We sell it alongside the girls, but

I can't have it traced back to me.

Totally.

If you can do that,

the gig is yours.

But you need to bring along

someone you can trust.

Understood.

Hey, Foxy. What do we say

to those who can't pay?

Huh? What do we say

to clients who can't pay?

Good girl.

Back up. Back up.

How do the girls make us money?

You're such a good girl.

Which one is it?

- You're playing with your food.

- I want spots on 'em.

- It's the way Freya likes it.

- You're teaching her bad manners.

No, he isn't.

We'll put her in the pot

and cook a monster frankfurter.

- Let me chop off her fingers.

- The biggest frankfurter ever.

No! No!

That frankfurter was tasty.

Go to sleep, okay?

Why isn't Freya in school?

She's got the flu, too.

- You guys don't have the flu.

- We don't feel too good, do we?

Where are the keys to the scooter?

- To my scooter?

- Which I paid for. Give 'em to me.

- What do you need 'em for?

- That's none of your business.

- What do you need 'em for?

- Just give me the keys.

Give me the damn keys.

Go back to your game.

You could just have given 'em to me.

We're in a hurry.

Bjorn's waiting for us.

Smoking weed again?

Always wear a helmet and use

your mirrors to look out for cops.

Stop dicking around

and take off those f***ing glasses.

- My glasses are mad nice.

- Just leave 'em off.

And no riding around with a joint.

You'll be going all over Copenhagen.

I can't have you looking

like a Northwest dick.

I look like a dick

riding this moped.

- It's a scooter, a**hole.

- Whatever.

And what about those bikers?

You're working with me,

not for Bjorn.

You hear what I'm saying?

How high are you?

Getting busted with ten grams

means hard time.

Selling ten grams

means hard cash.

Do I look okay now?

You look like a b*tch.

Lend me your lighter.

Go inside, Andy.

Just be careful with it.

Careful, Robin!

Get the f*** inside.

- Andy, get the f*** inside.

- All right, chill!

Let's get going. Bjorn's waiting.

F*** you, Robin.

Jump on, then.

- How's the nose, Ali?

- Whassup, b*tches.

'Sup, Ali.

Why don't you come around the store

no more? Last time, the car was empty.

- We've been busy.

- Busy doing what?

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