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Close the door.

I got something for you.

You don't look.

Holy sh*t, man ...

Okay?

- Hello.

- What then?

Here.

- There's missing a bunch.

- Yes, it does. Wait.

Go ahead.

- Why do you count them?

- It's not my money.

- And then what?

- I have to know, how many there are.

- Do you think, I'm f***ing up with you?

- Relax.

Missing 50 kroner.

- No, it doesn't.

- There's missing 50 kroner.

Yes, it's good with you.

You gave me a heart attack, man.

- Things are going well, doesn't it?

- It's luxury. It's luxury!

Can't go better.

Yes, it could as well, but ...

What about you?

It's fine.

Hi.

I'll talk to you. Come on.

We must over here.

How about a little air change?

Mini, he must move.

Then you can get this cell here.

It's more fun than looking at the

sh*t-yard, you're normally looking at.

And then we have poker-evening

tonight down in the living room.

There you're also

just looking down.

- Johnny is there. And the old one?

- I'm not.

So we'll certainly see some cards.

Yes, I burn just once.

F***, where are you ridiculous

to give cards, Helmuth.

I'm out.

Do you enjoy sitting

and rubbing against me?

- Can you take care of your comrad, Bricklayer?

- You're so smart all the time.

- It was bloody hell just for fun.

- Do you think, it's funny?

What's up, little man?

Are you happy for your new apartment?

- It's fine.

- You're on the sunny side of course.

Her, I know damn well.

Does she also visit you?

It's for you.

It was flowing by Bricklayer.

- Thanks.

- So ...

- Ladby, is it soon time for match?

- Yes, it begins to approach.

We're just doing the initial manoeuvres.

We have drawn up the lines.

- Are they going to warm up first?

- No, I think, they are warm.

- Is it football? Who plays?

- Queen's Park v FC Copenhagen.

Queen's Park in yellow here.

We must be careful, they don't fly out.

Yes, they would like

to be on the run.

Yes, it has been something with that.

So I think, they go to the ball here.

And then it's started.

Own goal! First scoring here.

Fantastic.

- Then we lead 1-0.

- The yellow is a fiery soul.

Queen's Park. Come on!

1-1. He plays alone.

Then it started again.

Come on, Queen's Park ...

- Own goals again!

- The goalkeeper's just standing and staring.

What happens, man?

There must be some more feed.

They must have some more feed.

It's sour, because it has lost.

Close the door.

Quietly.

Quiet, quiet.

Not be afraid of it.

Of course, the must

not be so much to this.

Come on ...

Ah, but to hell then ...

Come on ...

Yes yes.

Ah! Ah! Small sack!

Open the cage, damn it!

It's a predator, you have there!

- Do you know, who has a small dick?

- Who?

- Bricklayer.

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