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Eva'll get the photo.

It'll make her happy.

We'll forget this little episode.

It's nothing personal.

But your rent is now double.

Who the hell did this?

Lasse.

Time to go to work.

Send an ambulance

to 12O Ligustervej.

You just don't get it.

If she dies, fine.

Then there's no turning back.

You don't see

what it takes to survive.

Do you?

I'll show you

what it takes.

How many times did mum visit you

while I was inside?

Once a month?

Or every two months?

Three?

Or didn't she come at all?

And what did you think?

"Mum's not too good,

and it IS an hour by bus".

"So anyone can see

why she didn't come".

But of course she phoned

her little boy, didn't she?

After all,

you did send her your number.

Did you wait

for her call every day?

Did you?

...See how little it takes.

I have to teach you

what's what.

I don't give a sh*t

for anyone else.

But I care about you.

But you're so sensitive

you could wear a dress.

Which one do you like best, Sugar?

What's going on?

What if a big f*** like him wanted

to beat the sh*t out of you?

Would you wait

and see what he did?

- Who are you calling a big f***?

- See what I mean?

- Would you give him his chance?

- Couple of faggots.

Going to let him

get away with that?

What are you going to do about it?

Eh?

You don't know?

You have no idea?

You have to be able to do that.

You mustn't feel a thing.

No sympathy for him.

Think of him as

a stupid lump of meat.

The kidneys are

a good place for a kick.

Remember, it's him or you.

Come on, show me.

Kick him.

Show me you can do it.

Come on, kick him!

He's getting up.

Kick him!

Come on, kick him! Now!

Harder! More intensely!

Kick him in the head,

the gut, the balls.

If he gets up,

you'll be in trouble.

Come on!

Come on, kick him!

Again! Come on!

Yes!

That's right!

Now you can do it.

Janus!

Janus! Janus, damn it!

...the White House Hotel.

Dress up, OK?

It's on me.

I've got good news.

I didn't have time to change.

I fell off my bike yesterday.

But I'm OK.

Don't let my time

in prison upset you, Mum.

That life is over.

You weren't to blame.

I chose it,

and now I've chosen to end it.

I've found a good job.

I won't tell you what it is yet,

it's a surprise.

My boss gave me an advance.

Maybe you and Jakob and me

can have dinner soon.

Then I can tell him.

And you can meet

my new girlfriend.

You'll really like her.

Everything's going

to be fine from now on.

Eat up!

B*tches have more fun...

Sorry...

I've lost my brother.

Mum...

I don't think

I'll stay the night after all.

Thanks for coming out.

I'm Irene and she's Minna.

Too bad about your brother.

You look kind of cute,

for a car thief.

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