Untitled Snabba Cash Remake Page #3

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- Good job.

- Thanks. Catch you later.

It's clean.

Never been used. Clean.

- Do you have to run?

- Yeah, they're waiting for me.

Call me whenever,

I'd be glad to help you out. Bye.

This guy just came out.

A Latino guy...

Is that the guy?

- Do I make contact with him?

- Look around first.

- Hey, another guy turned up.

- A Swede?

- No, Russian or Yugoslavian...

- What's he doing?

Tailing him.

They're heading for the train...

Follow them.

I'll give you another ten grand.

Listen...

Without this guy, we're toast.

Bring him to me. Name your price.

- Thirty...

- Go.

Wait!

Same destination?

Get up, you motherf***er!

Listen to me...

When's the shipment coming in?

- The dope from Germany.

- There is no shipment!

Stop the bus!

F*** you!

There is no shipment!

As long as you work for Radovan,

all you are is a f***ing rookie!

Do you hear me?!

- Are you f***ing spitting at me?!

- Finish him off!

I'm going to beat

the f***ing stuffing out of him!

What the f***?

Hey.

On the floor...

Somebody leaked.

He's a mess...

Somebody ratted us out.

- He can't stay here.

- He stays.

What's the matter?

Want even more money?

I've taken a lot of risks already.

And that guy seems like trouble.

One grand for every day he's here.

I'll give you five grand up front.

Fahdi.

Give him five thousand.

Bring him to us two weeks from now,

something big is going down.

- Will he make it?

- Sure.

Who are you?

The guy who helped you.

I work for Abdulkarim.

- What is this place?

- Student housing.

You're not from around here, are you?

No, I come Robertsfors,

a small town in Norrland.

Up north.

I know where Norrland is.

- Who are these guys, family?

- No, just models.

You look like you come

from the classy part of town.

- But you live like a drug addict.

- Then you should feel right at home.

Hello.

Hello, Lovisa.

I need to talk to the lady.

Listen to me,

you're not getting this.

She can stay with me now and then,

but she can't live with me.

Wait, hear me out.

I can't have a kid around.

I work 24-7.

- You have shared custody.

- She lives with Annika.

- That's the legal definition...

- "Legal definition... "

Bossy c*nt!

We can try to place her in foster care.

But that may take time.

Hopefully, Annika's getting help

for her drug abuse...

Annika's problems

have nothing to do with me.

- I'm here for Lovisa's sake.

- Good, then take her with you for now.

Grab your backpack.

- So, how are you doing?

- Fine.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah.

Life can be hard.

But you're a tough little cookie.

Strong, like your dad.

- Everything will be fine.

- Do you really think so?

Slow down, man.

Hey...

- You can walk.

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