Slim Susie

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It wasn't me. I didn't do it.

Please! I can explain everything.

It wasn't me.

I've got to start at the beginning

for you to understand.

Okay. It began in Stockholm

yesterday morning.

Open up!

I'm an Independent publisher.

I've only really

published one book, so far.

Which I wrote myself.

- Erik Svrd Publishing.

- HI, it's Sandra from home.

With the red hair, except it's

black now. Slim Susie's gone.

She's been gone a week.

You haven't heard from her?.

SIim Susie Is my little sister

back home. She's very proper.

Writes Christmas cards in

September. Very uptight.

Stupid f***ing pencil!

What was she like

when you last saw her?

Well, she was...

- Go on.

- I hitchhiked home to find her.

Nothing had changed

In three years.

When I left three years ago,

the kiosk girl was knocked up.

Things do

go slowly in the country.

I knew my sister had moved,

but it was only 200 yards.

I had to leave her behind.

I couldn't take it.

The last straw came on a Sunday,

at the weekly movie.

The movies came just about

when they were released on video.

But with a lot more scratches.

Yeah, the movie ran out. They forgot

the last reel. Which sucks.

But I'll try to sort it out.

Hi, it's me. Fine, and you?

You've seen Pulp Fiction, right?

So, how does it end? Oh, really?

That seems confusing. What

happens to the colored guy?

Well, I'm sorry to

have to tell you this, but...

John Travolta dies

coming out of the bathroom.

- He does?

- Bruce Willis shoots him.

- The colored guy does fine.

- Good.

It's not my fault. It's Stockholm's.

But now you can do things at home.

You can rake leaves, or something.

Thanks, bye.

- Where are you going?

- Where they don't show half a movie.

- Stockholm.

- Do I take care of Mom alone?

- I want to go too.

- It's too dangerous.

It's full of junkies who jab people

with syringes just for fun.

- It's too rough for you.

- It's rough here, too.

I'll die if you move!

You a**hole.

Susie!

I can't come to the baptism.

My VCR is busted

and there's a game on.

Is my sister home?

Tore Tumor. Known for the tumor

he used to have in his head.

After the operation he couldn't

speak. Which caused problems.

Like when he got his

pension papers in the mall.

He didn't understand the numbers.

Just lots of zeros everywhere.

Tore thought that was unfair.

That's Tore for you.

Had a kid

That means we're family now, Tore.

My sister wasn't the mother.

She didn't even live in

the apartment, but next door.

Shut upl

Baby sleeping

I figured mom might know

something about Susie.

It seemed likely, at least.

Erik! How nice!

Do you want cookies?

You! Don't stand there sneering.

Think you're some big shot.

Just because you have a company.

My son runs a company in

Stockholm. And yours?

Do you know where Susie is?

She didn't know.

She was busy with her booze.

See my gorgeous daughter. I signed

her up for the Miss Motor pageant.

She's going to win.

Mick Thirteen.

The most inept

petty thief in the county.

Or just very unlucky,

I don't know.

Like the time he got out of jall-

- and found out that he'd

inherited 100 grand.

And the wrong car stopped.

A stock broker.

Third generation networks

are a good bet.

But for blue chips,

telecom is the thing to go for.

Really? Telecom?

Grits' answering service.

You're in line. We'll take your call

later, or you can leave a message.

- Who was it?

- Some guy.

Not Billy? He's so easily riled.

You're not filming, are you?

No, no, no.

- Hiss it:
"I'm sixteen".

- I'm sixteen.

Now, try fourteen.

Are there no normal people here?

There's lots of normal people.

Everywhere.

There's not much

to tell about them.

Gunnar, set the alarm 15 minutes

early so I can blow-dry my hair.

Good night.

The only thing with these two

Is that he's jealous.

So, he's sewn

shrimp into her pants.

You set it to

It's important, to give me time

to blow-dry my hair.

There's one thing

I can tell about her.

Can you hear what I'm saying?

No? Good.

I just need to talk. No one

listens to what I have to say.

It's just too nerve-wracking.

There's so much noise.

I need silence.

When you're in the womb,

before you're born, it's all quiet.

And when you die,

I suppose it's quiet too.

Between the two, it's just noisy

and I can't take that.

That's all I wanted to say.

Thank you.

I tried to find Sandra,

the girl who'd called.

All I knew was that she was

cute and had some last name.

Not a lot of information, really.

I was sad that my pizza

"Erik's Extra Everything" was gone.

- Hi, Erik.

- Hi.

It's me, Susie's friend Sandra with

the piercing and red hair.

- Except I took it out and went black.

- Hi.

It had been foretold that Sandra's

love would be a latino man.

She was supposed to meet him

in an elevator.

But the fortune-teller

hadn't said which elevator.

There's two of them in town.

Elevators, that is.

Can I get something on tab?

Acalzone and a schnapps?

Erik, isn't it f***ing odd that

no one's seen Susie for a week?

No one's seen her

since she paid her tab on Sunday.

Tab? Susie was never in debt.

- She kept a household budget.

- She used to, but not now.

She ate the same pizza, morning,

noon and night for three months.

- Pizza? She was such a health freak.

- Health freak?

So, what do the police say?

Well, I guess you can say...

Didn't you use to have red hair?

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