Genre: Thriller


What's love got to do it,

got to do it.

What's love, in the sector.

Come on! Hey!

What's love got to do it...


I need you to watch the

store for a while.

Yeah, ok.

- And give me my phone back.

I'll be there in half an hour.


You got a cig?

- No.

Got any money?


Good day, officer.

Officer. What do you mean "officer"?

It's just slang.

How about you talk Icelandic

when you live in Iceland?


- Step out of the car.

What did I do?

What did you do?

You came into this world.

Well, well, well.

A n*gger!


I'll have one red Gold Coast.

That'll be 305 krnur.

Don't light it in here.

- No, don't worry.

Listen, I just have 300.

Isn't it okay?

Do you think this is a charity?

Huh, no.

Do you have five krnur?


Can I borrow them?

No, not really.

Lend me five krnur or I'll

rip out your throat.

Easy there, buddy.

I'll have no threats in here.

Get out.

F*ck this.

Come here.

What are you going to do to me?

What are we doing here?

Do you know how boring it is to be

a cop in Reykjavik?


At least when I joined the police

back in 1994.

I expected something else than

sitting on my ass

waiting for some 17 year olds

to go over 60 km/h downtown.

The years passed by.

One. Two. Three.

And nothing happened.

Just some fucking bureaucracy


And maybe a case of domestic

violence. If you're lucky.

Then, three years ago, I was watching

Surviving the Game with the boys.

Starring Ice-T.

Have you seen it?

- Yes.

Do you remember the story?

A bunch of white guys go

to the countryside.

And bring a black guy to hunt him.

You're crazy.

It may well be.

But at least we ain't black.

So you just randomly pick someone,

take him to the countryside and kill him.

Just to break up the monotony

of everyday life.

Is that it?

Not exactly. There are rules.

We don't just kill anybody.

The chosen one has to belong

to a certain minority.

Immigrants, invalids, gays, witnesses.

- Witnesses?

Jehovah's witnesses.


Hi, sweetie.

Just wait one second.

So, where are you?

There was a man who said he'd rip

out my throat. Then he stole my bike.

What! Where are you?

No, don't go anywhere.

Stay there.

What's wrong, sweetie.

Stjni's bike was stolen.

The Trek bike with the suspensions.

Yeah, 80 thousand krnur.

- No!

Easy, we'll do it afterwards.

Let's toss him in the trunk.

It's only noon.

What's this?


This is the new, fully automatic

carpet cleaner.

Did you steal it?


- Why?

Because I'm a thief.

Wasn't that the deal? I steal

things and you sell them.

This ain't no fucking bike shop.

I don't want this thing around


Wait, were you and Koll quarreling?

Why do you say that.

Just, you're so tense.

She went apeshit on me.

She threw a book and a rooster

at me.

And tossed the TV at the neighbour.

The TV at the neighbour!?

She's so tense.

Sli, broads are crazy. I'm always

telling you that they drive you insane.

My philosophy is; you have to

sacrifice a steady sex life

for mental well-being. It's a fact.

Yeah, maybe.

What about you? Did you mount her?

Didn't you hear?

Faster. So good.

- What are you talking about?


What's wrong?

Give me the phone.

I'll be right back.

You watch the store meanwhile.

Fucking genius.

Genius? Easy, there's more.

Wha! Are you leaving?

- Yes.

Wait, that's not fair.

Life isn't fair, now is it?

So? Weren't you bummed out?

Bummed out? I was crushed.

I hope you didn't let that fucking

bitch get away with it.


I was really pissed so I went after

her like a fucking Dracula.

Why did you stop in the midst of

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