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- Here?

This is Chemin de le Bouillidou.

It's a DKK 20 million villa.

But you don't give a damn.

- Can I see the photo?

- Sure.

- Somethings missing.

- Oh no.

Hell no!

20 million seems a tad overpriced

unless the chickens are included.

- That's him!

- Who?

The guy from the airport!

He stole my wallet!

They planned it right from the start.

My wallet got stolen at the airport.

Marianne La Cour waited for me

at the hotel and raped me.

- You can't rape guys.

- She seduced me.

I was putty in her hands

and willing to sign anything.

You've been hustled.

At least you got some p*ssy.

Stop using that word.

- Call your boss.

- I can't.

- Why not?

- Because I'm marrying his daughter.

And I can't say p*ssy?

- So call the police.

- I don't want the police involved.

You f***ed around and lost 10 million.

What's on for the rest of day?

- You just have to get it back.

- Yes.

I'm gonna get us a ride.

We had some great weekends

at Herluf.

We were the only ones who didn't

get to go home on weekends.

We were friends too.

- Great! There's Francois.

- I told you not to call the police.

Leave it to me.

- You know him?

- Sure.

Hello.

You had a candy shop?

- Why are you giving him money?

- Don't you pay the cabs back home?

- Now what?

- Now

- I'm gonna find

- You need to borrow some clothes.

- Sure.

- And you can crash at my place.

Great idea.

- On two conditions.

- Yes?

When we hook up with the ladies,

you take the hand grenade.

- I take the hand grenade.

- You take the cockblocker.

- I take the cockblocker.

- You don't get it, do you?

The hand grenade or cockblocker is

the girl who says: We've gotta go now.

- You take her.

- I take her, sure.

Other than that,

just help out on the boat.

Thanks for the clothes.

It looks great on you.

Turn around.

Here.

I think that color suits you.

You look like a young yuppie.

- This is the life, huh?

- It's very hot.

This is the wild west for millionaires.

Corruption -

- unregistered cars,

tax fugitives

- What?

- Not out of need. For the heck of it.

- Oh no.

- I've asked around.

Some of the local hustlers might know

where Bob and Marianne are.

- Hustlers? What is your profession?

- I play.

Oh right. Tattoos and shades.

You're a rock musician.

- No, I play cards. Poker.

- You're a gambler?

Great.

Just a second.

Hey, Marseilles.

- Who was that?

- The medicine man.

Ding dong.

Where's the doorbell on a boat?

- You didn't see it?

- You have a doorbell?

You're such an airhead.

Hi, Sille.

- Louise. Thanks for inviting us.

- Meet my old Herlufsholm buddy.

Hello again.

You need a hug.

- Hello again.

- Hello. Michael Helge Hansen.

- Did you find your 10 million?

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