Jordbrukerne (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode 1 - full transcript
I do all of this for her sake
Émile Zola wrote a book
on child rearing.
I read the back cover.
Got the essence.
I also got that essence from my dad.
He was a great dad.
He taught me that you should
do everything for your kids.
And love is important, of course.
You have to show them love.
But the sacrifices it takes
to be a good father?
I'm not sure
everyone appreciates that.
Anyway, this is where it all begins.
This is me.
And right now
I'm helping my daughter Kiki pee.
I don't want them to see!
For some strange reason, we're on
vacation with my childhood friend Adil.
He is with
his Norwegian brother Tariq, -
- and this guy, his name is...
…Khabib. After some boxer or martial arts athlete.
Tariq?
He is very sceptical -
especially towards me.
-What do you make of this?
-What?
Who goes on vacation with
nothing but a plastic bag as luggage?
-Good question.
-And what's with that hair?
-Maybe he wants to join a boy band.
-We shouldn't have brought them.
You mind waiting here?
Time for prayer.
- No problem
- Super
Allahu akbar ...
What is that?
That's when you speak to God.
Why?
Sometimes we struggle to find answers
to the big questions.
So we turn to the higher powers
to figure out the meaning of life ...
Hell if I know, Kiki.
I have no idea.
COUNTRYMEN
You can't seriously mean
that VAR has ruined football.
I don't know.
It's both ruined and saved football.
The human charm is gone.
The charm is gone
because they follow the rules?
-Yes, but it's still fair ...
-They don't always use it.
Football, basketball, handball, NFL ...
they all use it.
What's in that trailer?
What's in your suitcase?
I don't have a suitcase.
We don't have a trailer.
He's messing with you.
It's just some equipment for the farm.
Can I hold his leash?
Sure.
But be careful, okay?
Did you know he's a Persian,
just like you and your dad?
Daddy, are we Persian?
Yeah, kind of.
Or ... I guess.
Norwegian-Persian.
-Last thing we need is a spoiled brat.
-She isn't that bad.
I don't mean the kid.
I appreciate this.
It means a lot to me.
Don't mention it.
No, seriously.
I don't know how to pay you back.
-I hope they're okay with it.
-They're chill.
Haven't they ever seen people before?
Not people like us.
But you'll get used to it.
Don't worry about it.
You need help?
What did you say?
-What?
-Let's go!
What did you say?
What?
We don't need any help.
-Thank you.
-Khabib ...
There it is, Khabib!
Nordigard.
Okay!
-Maybe we can drive ...
-It smells like dog poo!
Good work, Knut.
Don't get that dirty!
Come here and help me.
-Help me.
-How?
-We have to move this.
-In which direction?
-Someone's there.
-Those ladies were ...
On the side of the road, Otto!
Adil, can you help?
At least there's a bus here.
If we help each other,
we can get this done.
Inshallah.
-Are you okay?
-Sure.
Marwan, you ride with Khabib.
Adil and I can walk.
Ride alone with him?
-Call the neighbours?
-Im on it.
-Shit!
-Don't swear.
-No, I literally stepped in shit.
-Poop?
Can you turn on the brights?
The high beams!
Turn on the high beams.
Thanks.
Tell me honestly:
What are you doing here?
I'm on vacation with my daughter.
I've told you that.
And thank you for letting me come,
brother.
Thank Allah, don't thank me.
-And don't call me brother.
-I understand.
You're about to run into ...
-Don't tell me how to drive.
-Look out!
Tariq, are you okay?
-Khabib, what are you doing?
-I just got run over!
I'm okay, I'm okay.
-The bone's sticking out!
-No, it isn't.
-It's sticking out!
-Nothing's sticking out.
-He's okay, Khabib.
-Are you sure?
Just pull me carefully ...
-Is the bone sticking out?
-No!
It's probably just a sprain.
-Drive.
-Is the bone sticking out?
-I am so sorry!
-It's okay.
Wait for the others!
-Muazzen!
-Kiki!
-Khabib!
-Daddy!
Slow down!
You scaring the kid, Khabib!
-What the hell?
-Hey, kitty ...
Shit!
-Is that the neighbor?
-No, it can't be her.
Shit, it's the police.
What's the meaning of this?
Be quiet now, honey.
TWO WEEKS EARLIER
No!
Was that today?
He's golfing today?
Of course.
No, you just missed him.
He's golfing today.
That's right!
You see, I forgot my camera
at a friend's house.
And I need some pictures for work.
Are you saying I don't have a job?
Of course I have a job, Gunvor.
Aren't you in finance?
Yeah. I need to take some pictures
for a seminar.
I can get a job wherever I want,
Gunvor. I am over...
-He doesn't like to lend it out.
-I understand.
I can get a job wherever I want,
Gunvor.
I can work ...
Just shut up, Gunvor!
Is that a bob?
-Do you like it?
-I love it.
It brings out your earrings.
So here I am with Arild's camera,
taking pictures of kids.
Is he taking pictures of those kids?
Hey you!
-What's going on?
-You photographing kids?
-No, it's just some nature shots.
-I saw you!
Hey!
Hey!
-What are you doing?!
-You took pictures of kids.
You can't punch someone for that!
Christ, can't we talk like adults?
Yeah, but ...
What the hell?!
You bastard!
Hi, dad.
Thank you, i am fine baba
Turn on your camera.
I'm at work, dad.
I can't turn on my camera.
When do you want to return
to Norway?
I've been thinking.
Don't worry about the return ticket.
Kiki can stay there a while.
-She hasn't been there for so long.
-How do I do that?
Just book a one-way ticket.
Okay?
Kiki's never been to visit you.
-Just book one way.
-Are you in trouble again?
I'm not in trouble
just because I want a one-way ticket.
I've saved up lots of ...
I have vacation days.
I can take lots of time off.
Dad, dad ...
Everything is perfect.
Okay, that's great.
Then I'll see you soon.
But how about Kiki?
Does she have clothes ...
Everything is 100 % ...
-And there you come barging in.
-I was getting nervous.
-Arild will be home soon.
-I was just on my way over.
-Thank you so much.
-My pleasure.
As I always say to Arild:
"Marwan is someone you can trust."
Thank you.
Please give him my best.
-How did your project go?
-Great. Really.
Prima.
Gucci, as the kids say.
Anyway, say hi to your husband
and that cute dog of yours.
Wonderful!
See you later.
There isn't much I can do
when your face looks like that.
-I don't understand.
-You don't?
You have a huge bruise on your face.
Do you need an interpreter?
Arabic, maybe?
-Do I look like an Arab?
-Yes.
I'm Norwegian, okay?
My parents are Persian.
They're from Iran.
-Do I still look like an Arab?
-Yes.
What?
Many Norwegians look like Arabs.
I need a passport for my daughter.
Stop being so racist.
You're calling me racist?
Could I get an emergency passport
for my daughter?
Bring her next week. Then you can both
take new passport photos.
I don't need a passport.
She needs a passport.
I already have one. I'm all set.
My daughter needs a passport.
I need you to bring your daughter
in order to get her a passport.
And your daughter's mother
also has to be here.
So bring her too.
Hey!
Look who's coming.
Hey, Marwan!
Benjamin?
What the hell?
-You call me Benjamin?
-Long time, no see.
-I go by Benzo now.
-Benzo.
-Not Benjamin!
-Of course. Benzo.
Crips are easier.
-This guy is a legend, brother.
-A legend?
Remember Rocket Roostem
and those guys?
Marwan saw them rob Steen & Strøm.
And he snitched to the cops,
That isn't true and you know it.
They questioned me,
but I didn't snitch.
And that was 15 years ago.
Look at him,
all Norwegian with his latte.
Does this make me Norwegian?
We're all Norwegian, pal.
"We're all Norwegian"!
Are you? Are you?
You're the only Norwegian here.
That vest. That man purse.
On your way to business school?
You got almond milk in there?
I got an education.
You got a taxi license.
I'll drive anyone anywhere.
Hey, brother.
Don't worry about it.
Is that Marwan?
Why bring that snitch?
Is that Stix?
Don't worry about him.
Was that Stix?
-He has lots of questions.
-What's it to you?
That was Stix.
You want another black eye?
Broken ribs?
Don't play stupid.
-Benjamin, great to see you.
-You too.
Don't call him Benjamin.
Benzo.
I respect a makeover.
-Nice to see you again.
-Likewise, bro.
Stay black, man.
Stay black.
Take care, Benzo.
-Bring out your drumsticks.
-And play on your ass.
Try not to get another black eye.
By the way, Marwan.
You wanna see a real makeover?
Pay Adil a visit.
A serious makeover.
Adil has Stix' number.
Hi there.
Sorry, you can't be here.
We sell women's clothing.
I'm not buying anything.
Could I have a word with Adil?
-Could you wait? Anisa!
-Thank you.
-Sorry, you have to wait outside.
-Hi.
I have to wait outside?
-Yes.
-Anisa?
Huh?
-Martin?
-Marwan.
-You still have to leave.
-Is Adil here?
-Yes.
-Can I speak to him?
-If you wait outside.
-Still firm on that.
Can I help you?
-Marwan?
-Wow.
Some things have happened here.
Long time, no see!
Shit, where do we start?
How's your family?
They're ...
-I have a daughter.
-Seriously?
Mashallah.
Congrats.
-How old is she?
-She's five.
But lots of changes.
You have changed too.
You've got this whole
vintage terrorist vibe going, and ...
That was a joke.
I just meant that
you had changed, with ...
No, brother.
That is no joke.
That is a reality for many Muslims.
So that is no joking matter.
No need to pour more fuel on that fire.
Gotcha.
I didn't mean anything by it.
Just don't do it again, please.
Are you in touch with Stix?
Stix?
-Where can I find him?
-Why do you want him?
Do you know if he still ...
Khabib!
My brother Khabib.
You have to meet him.
Let's move to that table.
Every time.
Why does the power go out
every time you show up?
-Hi.
-My childhood friend Marwan.
My brother Khabib.
His real name is Nuh, -
- but he's a huge fan
of Khabib ... Domadedov.
-Nurmagomedov.
-Right. Him.
-Is that some martial-arts guy?
-UFC. MMA.
Mixed martial arts.
Khabib is a fighter.
Stop it!
You don't have to tell him
everything about me.
Marwan's a childhood friend.
He's Iranian.
Persian.
-Are you Shia?
-Sunni.
-Or, my parents were.
-You are too.
We went to Quran class together
at mosque.
-He has a five-year-old daughter.
-She's my whole life.
What's her name?
Yes, I didn't catch that either.
What's her name?
Kristin.
She's my little girl.
-What did you say?
-Kristin.
Your daughter's name is Falasteen?
Kristin is her name.
-So that's ...
-Right. Kristin.
-Nice name, mashallah.
-She's great. You have to meet her.
And you occupy yourself
with boxing or ...
-MMA.
-Right, with choke holds and ...
-But he's about to become a farmer.
-Really? Wow.
Do you have to tell him everything
about us?
We're looking after a farm
for an uncle of a friend of ours.
We're going to help him.
-But you're terrified of animals.
-Not anymore. People change.
-And there aren't any animals there.
-Exciting.
But what about your shop?
Closing for the summer.
Mom and Anisa are going to Pakistan.
You said you were childhood friends?
-Yes.
-Yes, we ...
-He stopped by the store today.
-You just ran into him?
You haven't met him for ...
Shit!
-Don't swear!
-Sorry, brother.
Muazzen is home alone.
I have to go.
I'm so glad we got to meet again.
-Could I just have a word with you?
-I don't have time now.
Khabib will give you my number.
Text or call me, okay?
-Two minutes, Adil.
-Muazzen is all alone.
I have to go.
Salaam alaikum.
Alaikum salaam.
Who was he meeting?
Muazzen. His cat.
He has a cat.
That's the cat's name?
-Could you give me his number?
-I'll write it down.
Shit!
Sorry.
-No problem.
-I apologize.
Do you know Stix?
I like Conor.
Conor McGregor.
He's done great things
for the sport.
And he's become one of the best ...
He lives up there.
In that building?
Fourth floor.
See that open window? That's his.
Okay.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't text ...
Adil.
Don't call him, either.
-Is that a deal?
-Sure.
Right over there.
Fourth floor.
Super!
Stix!
It´s Marwan.
Open up!
-What are you doing here?
-Stix ...
Can't we talk like two buddies?
We go way back.
It's been so long.
Damn, you've been working out!
You call me a buddy?
We were buddies.
You come knocking on my door
like I'm your mommy?
Shouting my name
so the neighbors can hear who I am?
Stix, I need your help, okay?
-You need my help?
-Yes.
Last time I saw your ugly face, you
were snitching on Roostem and the boys!
-You think I forgot?
-That isn't what happened.
That was over 15 years ago,
and there was more to it.
It wasn't that black and white, okay?
-Get your dirty ass off there!
-Give me two minutes.
Go ahead, talk.
What is it you want to say?
-Talk to me!
-I need help with a passport.
Thanks for dropping by.
It's been real. Thank you.
You said you'd give me two minutes,
not two seconds.
-It's for my daughter.
-Your daughter?
I don't give a shit
about your daughter.
And I'm not
in the passport business anymore!
I respect that you've gone legit.
Everything here is legit.
I have receipts!
And that's why I respect you.
But you're the only person
who can help me, Stix.
Give me two minutes,
and you'll never have to see me again.
Two minutes, like you promised.
Please.
Fine, two minutes.
-Thank you.
-Come on.
Sit down over there.
Sit down. Don't touch anything.
Don't even look at it.
Fine.
-Never used a chair before?
-It's a tight squeeze.
-Those fucking bastards.
-I know. It sucks.
But I'm still not sure.
Stix, if not for me,
do it for my daughter. Please.
-You have a passport photo?
-Yeah.
Here.
And cash?
Yes, I have cash.
But not here. I didn't know
I was supposed to bring it.
-You have a picture, but no cash?
-I've had the picture all along.
-I can get you the cash now.
-Why only bring a picture?
That's irrelevant.
You ask me for a favor,
but don't bring cash?
Want me to go get the cash now?
You'll leave
as soon as you get the passport?
Guaranteed.
The same hour.
Outside the post office
under the bridge in one week.
Okay. I'll store our bags
at the central station.
The central station?
At the central station,
with all those cameras?
I hadn't thought that through.
Don't think at all.
Just listen to me.
Check in and print out the tickets
at home.
-Dye your hair at home.
-What?
You want me to dye my hair?
Yes, your hair.
Who's getting a fake passport here?!
Okay, fine!
I'll dye my hair.
-But I never get to use it!
-You're on it all day.
Your grandmother and I
think there should be iPad rules.
-Your face will turn square.
-Daddy lets me use it.
I know.
That's why I think ...
-What if something happens?
-Stick to the plan.
-But what if something happens?
-Stick to the plan!
What could possibly happen?
I don't know. Maybe
her grandfather forgets his helmet.
And she's left alone in the trailer.
Hey, stop!
Stop! Stop!
Stop that bike!
Hey, stop!
Marwan!
Marwan, I saw you!
Don't do this!
Hey!
Son of a bitch!
-What was that?
-Huh?
-What happened?
-It's okay.
-Should I call someone?
-No, I know him.
-Are you sure?
-Yes.
After taking her, go to a public place
and switch clothes.
- Where it`s people and change clothes
- So i`m going to change...
- I thought it was the opposite
- No, go behing a bush with a little girl and change
Go to a public area, change and go home
Listen, Kiki ...
No, no!
Be quiet!
She's my daughter. She ...
She's my daughter.
Kristin, stop it.
Look at me.
-No.
-Kristin, listen to me.
Open your eyes.
It's me. Daddy.
Okay?
Try not to scream so much.
Listen, you and I are going on a trip.
Are you ready?
I'm supposed to visit mommy.
You know we can't do that.
But we're going on a trip.
What's happened to your hair?
I don't know. Something shitty.
I mean, bad.
Anyway, we usually visit mommy on ...
On Thursdays.
Today's Wednesday.
No, I meant Wednesdays.
Listen to me.
-We don't have time for that.
-And we have to buy flowers.
-Come on, I want to visit mommy!
-Fine, we'll do that.
-Yes!
-And then we're going on a trip.
We're going on a trip ...
Where to?
To a warm place
-Why are you changing?
-I'm hot.
-And why did you steal me?
-I didn't steal you.
You can't steal your own daughter.
-But you stole me.
-No, I didn't steal you.
-Grampa got scared.
-No, he just shouted.
We'll send him a card and explain.
He gave you ice-cream money.
-Isn't it your money?
-He and I went Dutch on your trip.
-Went Dutch?
-We pooled our money.
-That isn't possible.
-Yes, we both kicked in some money.
-You can't kick money!
-No, that means ...
-That's my helmet!
-Fine.
-Let's go.
-Why did you do that?
My backpack!
There.
Now we can go.
No more screaming, okay?
Next time you get kidnapped,
not that I kidnapped you, -
- remember to run away from them.
-That was quick.
-I had them in my bag.
-No, you didn't.
-Just do what you have to do.
Okay.
-What's wrong with them?
-They're just tied together.
There.
You take that one,
and I'll take this one.
There.
There.
Ready?
-Your turn.
-What?
Kiss the grave.
-No, for real!
-Okay, watch me now. Watch.
-Do it!
-Don't kick me.
Do it!
-There.
-Happy now?
-Can we leave?
-Yes.
Or ...
Let's go.
Daddy!
-Don't walk so fast!
-Remember this is where I live?
-Don't walk so fast!
-We need to get some things.
A firm knock.
"This is a cop you don't fuck with."
Gotcha.
What was that?
-Now what?
-We're going shopping.
Anyway, if we had tailed him
from day one, -
- we wouldn't ...
He isn't home.
Is it called "beatboxing," daddy?
Do you think I can beatbox?
Wazzup?
It's me.
-What?
-Are you the ...?
-What do you want?
-Sorry, I thought ...
Get lost.
What was wrong with him?
We interrupted his dance.
Was he dancing?
Whoa, can you relax?
I have my daughter here.
Hello? Hi.
What's going on?
We've been waiting for ages.
You told me to call if it was
an emergency. This is an emergency!
Stix, what's going on?
There are cops everywhere.
-Daddy?
-They aren't ready?
In ten days?
Ten days?
What am I supposed to ...
I'm standing here with my daughter.
We're here.
Is everything okay?
There's no way back.
There's no way back now, Stix.
Daddy?
How am I ...
How am I supposed to lay low?
No, I don't.
I don't.
-Is everything okay?
-Yes.
How the fuck
am I supposed to take it easy?
I need those passports, Stix.
I have no place to lay low for ten days.
Marwan?
What are you doing here?
Adil, I seriously need help.
They think we're burglars.
-Put your hands up.
-But we haven't done anything.
-Stop exaggerating.
-I'm not. Just put your hands up.
Keep your hands up.
-I'm from the local police.
-Hi.
I got a report of trespassing.
You do the talking, Tariq.
-Why?
-You're Norwegian.
So are you!
What's going on?
We're ...
We're just moving in.
We're looking after the farm
for a relative of mine.
Can I see some ID?
Identification?
-ID? Of course.
-From all three.
Give me your IDs.
Khabib?
-His too.
-Yes, you'll get his too.
Thanks.
Hurt your foot?
Knut Sørensen, is that ...
That's you?
I don't see color.
Maybe one of them was a little darker.
Or his eyes, or skin, I mean ...
So ...
You're related to the owner?
Nephew.
I'm his nephew.
-And your uncle is ...?
-Håkon Nordigard.
Let me just check with HQ.
And I'd love to have a look
in that trailer.
-No problem.
-Good.
Hi, it's Ingeborg.
Could you check -
- how Knut Sørensen
is related to Thai-Håkon?
-She'll put two and two together.
-Don't worry.
We have to distract her.
I'm so sorry.
That was unnecessary.
I didn't have to ...
He is your uncle.
I didn't mean to seem so stern.
But I kind of have to.
Anyway, you are Knut.
Not that I've heard of you before.
I've only lived here
a couple of years, -
- so I don't know
everyone's uncles and nephews.
And there are a lot of them,
as you know.
Anyway,
I'm not always strict like this.
-I'm Ingeborg.
-Adil. Nice to meet you.
Hi.
-Tariq. I used to be Knut, but ...
-Used to be?
Anyway, it's Tariq now.
Tariq.
Hi.
I can't shake hands with you.
-My religion doesn't allow it.
-Oh, sorry.
It's nothing personal.
Is it because I'm a woman?
-We don't shake hands with women.
-Then I'm so sorry.
I understand that hands
can be considered gross. They are.
Anyway, nice to meet you.
And sorry again.
-Okay. Welcome!
-Thank you.
You stuck your hand right out there.
Why did you shake her hand?
I panicked.
What was I supposed to do?
You can't just panic.
You know it's wrong.
It wasn't on purpose!
-You just stuck it out there.
-She said ...
"She said ..."
Never shake hands!
Don't gang up on me
for making one mistake.
I'm just saying it was weird.
I promise, I'll never shake hands
with a woman again.
-Why are you taking them down?
-Pictures aren't allowed in Islam.
-In Iceland?
-Islam.
My religion.
I'm a Muslim.
-Oh.
-Yeah.
Where are the animals?
Sweet Kiki,
there aren't any animals here.
I am not sweet.
Don't touch me like that!
Wallah, what's with you?
Salaam alaikum, brother Anwar.
How are you?
I'm fine, thank you.
I got your message.
Wait, Khabib!
Yes, brother, and we are very honored
to be part of it.
Khabib!
Wait!
-We arrived yesterday.
-Khabib, grab a box.
Khabib, help ...
We will start working
with the medicine today.
Let's play something!
-Did I?
-Khabib.
Please?
It will not happen again.
Brother Anwar, don't worry.
Nothing will stop us
from delivering on time, inshallah.
Alaikum salaam.
Who's that coming over there?
Remember our cover story?
Of course you do.
What's she yelling?
-Come on, girls!
Émile Zola wrote a book
on child rearing.
I read the back cover.
Got the essence.
I also got that essence from my dad.
He was a great dad.
He taught me that you should
do everything for your kids.
And love is important, of course.
You have to show them love.
But the sacrifices it takes
to be a good father?
I'm not sure
everyone appreciates that.
Anyway, this is where it all begins.
This is me.
And right now
I'm helping my daughter Kiki pee.
I don't want them to see!
For some strange reason, we're on
vacation with my childhood friend Adil.
He is with
his Norwegian brother Tariq, -
- and this guy, his name is...
…Khabib. After some boxer or martial arts athlete.
Tariq?
He is very sceptical -
especially towards me.
-What do you make of this?
-What?
Who goes on vacation with
nothing but a plastic bag as luggage?
-Good question.
-And what's with that hair?
-Maybe he wants to join a boy band.
-We shouldn't have brought them.
You mind waiting here?
Time for prayer.
- No problem
- Super
Allahu akbar ...
What is that?
That's when you speak to God.
Why?
Sometimes we struggle to find answers
to the big questions.
So we turn to the higher powers
to figure out the meaning of life ...
Hell if I know, Kiki.
I have no idea.
COUNTRYMEN
You can't seriously mean
that VAR has ruined football.
I don't know.
It's both ruined and saved football.
The human charm is gone.
The charm is gone
because they follow the rules?
-Yes, but it's still fair ...
-They don't always use it.
Football, basketball, handball, NFL ...
they all use it.
What's in that trailer?
What's in your suitcase?
I don't have a suitcase.
We don't have a trailer.
He's messing with you.
It's just some equipment for the farm.
Can I hold his leash?
Sure.
But be careful, okay?
Did you know he's a Persian,
just like you and your dad?
Daddy, are we Persian?
Yeah, kind of.
Or ... I guess.
Norwegian-Persian.
-Last thing we need is a spoiled brat.
-She isn't that bad.
I don't mean the kid.
I appreciate this.
It means a lot to me.
Don't mention it.
No, seriously.
I don't know how to pay you back.
-I hope they're okay with it.
-They're chill.
Haven't they ever seen people before?
Not people like us.
But you'll get used to it.
Don't worry about it.
You need help?
What did you say?
-What?
-Let's go!
What did you say?
What?
We don't need any help.
-Thank you.
-Khabib ...
There it is, Khabib!
Nordigard.
Okay!
-Maybe we can drive ...
-It smells like dog poo!
Good work, Knut.
Don't get that dirty!
Come here and help me.
-Help me.
-How?
-We have to move this.
-In which direction?
-Someone's there.
-Those ladies were ...
On the side of the road, Otto!
Adil, can you help?
At least there's a bus here.
If we help each other,
we can get this done.
Inshallah.
-Are you okay?
-Sure.
Marwan, you ride with Khabib.
Adil and I can walk.
Ride alone with him?
-Call the neighbours?
-Im on it.
-Shit!
-Don't swear.
-No, I literally stepped in shit.
-Poop?
Can you turn on the brights?
The high beams!
Turn on the high beams.
Thanks.
Tell me honestly:
What are you doing here?
I'm on vacation with my daughter.
I've told you that.
And thank you for letting me come,
brother.
Thank Allah, don't thank me.
-And don't call me brother.
-I understand.
You're about to run into ...
-Don't tell me how to drive.
-Look out!
Tariq, are you okay?
-Khabib, what are you doing?
-I just got run over!
I'm okay, I'm okay.
-The bone's sticking out!
-No, it isn't.
-It's sticking out!
-Nothing's sticking out.
-He's okay, Khabib.
-Are you sure?
Just pull me carefully ...
-Is the bone sticking out?
-No!
It's probably just a sprain.
-Drive.
-Is the bone sticking out?
-I am so sorry!
-It's okay.
Wait for the others!
-Muazzen!
-Kiki!
-Khabib!
-Daddy!
Slow down!
You scaring the kid, Khabib!
-What the hell?
-Hey, kitty ...
Shit!
-Is that the neighbor?
-No, it can't be her.
Shit, it's the police.
What's the meaning of this?
Be quiet now, honey.
TWO WEEKS EARLIER
No!
Was that today?
He's golfing today?
Of course.
No, you just missed him.
He's golfing today.
That's right!
You see, I forgot my camera
at a friend's house.
And I need some pictures for work.
Are you saying I don't have a job?
Of course I have a job, Gunvor.
Aren't you in finance?
Yeah. I need to take some pictures
for a seminar.
I can get a job wherever I want,
Gunvor. I am over...
-He doesn't like to lend it out.
-I understand.
I can get a job wherever I want,
Gunvor.
I can work ...
Just shut up, Gunvor!
Is that a bob?
-Do you like it?
-I love it.
It brings out your earrings.
So here I am with Arild's camera,
taking pictures of kids.
Is he taking pictures of those kids?
Hey you!
-What's going on?
-You photographing kids?
-No, it's just some nature shots.
-I saw you!
Hey!
Hey!
-What are you doing?!
-You took pictures of kids.
You can't punch someone for that!
Christ, can't we talk like adults?
Yeah, but ...
What the hell?!
You bastard!
Hi, dad.
Thank you, i am fine baba
Turn on your camera.
I'm at work, dad.
I can't turn on my camera.
When do you want to return
to Norway?
I've been thinking.
Don't worry about the return ticket.
Kiki can stay there a while.
-She hasn't been there for so long.
-How do I do that?
Just book a one-way ticket.
Okay?
Kiki's never been to visit you.
-Just book one way.
-Are you in trouble again?
I'm not in trouble
just because I want a one-way ticket.
I've saved up lots of ...
I have vacation days.
I can take lots of time off.
Dad, dad ...
Everything is perfect.
Okay, that's great.
Then I'll see you soon.
But how about Kiki?
Does she have clothes ...
Everything is 100 % ...
-And there you come barging in.
-I was getting nervous.
-Arild will be home soon.
-I was just on my way over.
-Thank you so much.
-My pleasure.
As I always say to Arild:
"Marwan is someone you can trust."
Thank you.
Please give him my best.
-How did your project go?
-Great. Really.
Prima.
Gucci, as the kids say.
Anyway, say hi to your husband
and that cute dog of yours.
Wonderful!
See you later.
There isn't much I can do
when your face looks like that.
-I don't understand.
-You don't?
You have a huge bruise on your face.
Do you need an interpreter?
Arabic, maybe?
-Do I look like an Arab?
-Yes.
I'm Norwegian, okay?
My parents are Persian.
They're from Iran.
-Do I still look like an Arab?
-Yes.
What?
Many Norwegians look like Arabs.
I need a passport for my daughter.
Stop being so racist.
You're calling me racist?
Could I get an emergency passport
for my daughter?
Bring her next week. Then you can both
take new passport photos.
I don't need a passport.
She needs a passport.
I already have one. I'm all set.
My daughter needs a passport.
I need you to bring your daughter
in order to get her a passport.
And your daughter's mother
also has to be here.
So bring her too.
Hey!
Look who's coming.
Hey, Marwan!
Benjamin?
What the hell?
-You call me Benjamin?
-Long time, no see.
-I go by Benzo now.
-Benzo.
-Not Benjamin!
-Of course. Benzo.
Crips are easier.
-This guy is a legend, brother.
-A legend?
Remember Rocket Roostem
and those guys?
Marwan saw them rob Steen & Strøm.
And he snitched to the cops,
That isn't true and you know it.
They questioned me,
but I didn't snitch.
And that was 15 years ago.
Look at him,
all Norwegian with his latte.
Does this make me Norwegian?
We're all Norwegian, pal.
"We're all Norwegian"!
Are you? Are you?
You're the only Norwegian here.
That vest. That man purse.
On your way to business school?
You got almond milk in there?
I got an education.
You got a taxi license.
I'll drive anyone anywhere.
Hey, brother.
Don't worry about it.
Is that Marwan?
Why bring that snitch?
Is that Stix?
Don't worry about him.
Was that Stix?
-He has lots of questions.
-What's it to you?
That was Stix.
You want another black eye?
Broken ribs?
Don't play stupid.
-Benjamin, great to see you.
-You too.
Don't call him Benjamin.
Benzo.
I respect a makeover.
-Nice to see you again.
-Likewise, bro.
Stay black, man.
Stay black.
Take care, Benzo.
-Bring out your drumsticks.
-And play on your ass.
Try not to get another black eye.
By the way, Marwan.
You wanna see a real makeover?
Pay Adil a visit.
A serious makeover.
Adil has Stix' number.
Hi there.
Sorry, you can't be here.
We sell women's clothing.
I'm not buying anything.
Could I have a word with Adil?
-Could you wait? Anisa!
-Thank you.
-Sorry, you have to wait outside.
-Hi.
I have to wait outside?
-Yes.
-Anisa?
Huh?
-Martin?
-Marwan.
-You still have to leave.
-Is Adil here?
-Yes.
-Can I speak to him?
-If you wait outside.
-Still firm on that.
Can I help you?
-Marwan?
-Wow.
Some things have happened here.
Long time, no see!
Shit, where do we start?
How's your family?
They're ...
-I have a daughter.
-Seriously?
Mashallah.
Congrats.
-How old is she?
-She's five.
But lots of changes.
You have changed too.
You've got this whole
vintage terrorist vibe going, and ...
That was a joke.
I just meant that
you had changed, with ...
No, brother.
That is no joke.
That is a reality for many Muslims.
So that is no joking matter.
No need to pour more fuel on that fire.
Gotcha.
I didn't mean anything by it.
Just don't do it again, please.
Are you in touch with Stix?
Stix?
-Where can I find him?
-Why do you want him?
Do you know if he still ...
Khabib!
My brother Khabib.
You have to meet him.
Let's move to that table.
Every time.
Why does the power go out
every time you show up?
-Hi.
-My childhood friend Marwan.
My brother Khabib.
His real name is Nuh, -
- but he's a huge fan
of Khabib ... Domadedov.
-Nurmagomedov.
-Right. Him.
-Is that some martial-arts guy?
-UFC. MMA.
Mixed martial arts.
Khabib is a fighter.
Stop it!
You don't have to tell him
everything about me.
Marwan's a childhood friend.
He's Iranian.
Persian.
-Are you Shia?
-Sunni.
-Or, my parents were.
-You are too.
We went to Quran class together
at mosque.
-He has a five-year-old daughter.
-She's my whole life.
What's her name?
Yes, I didn't catch that either.
What's her name?
Kristin.
She's my little girl.
-What did you say?
-Kristin.
Your daughter's name is Falasteen?
Kristin is her name.
-So that's ...
-Right. Kristin.
-Nice name, mashallah.
-She's great. You have to meet her.
And you occupy yourself
with boxing or ...
-MMA.
-Right, with choke holds and ...
-But he's about to become a farmer.
-Really? Wow.
Do you have to tell him everything
about us?
We're looking after a farm
for an uncle of a friend of ours.
We're going to help him.
-But you're terrified of animals.
-Not anymore. People change.
-And there aren't any animals there.
-Exciting.
But what about your shop?
Closing for the summer.
Mom and Anisa are going to Pakistan.
You said you were childhood friends?
-Yes.
-Yes, we ...
-He stopped by the store today.
-You just ran into him?
You haven't met him for ...
Shit!
-Don't swear!
-Sorry, brother.
Muazzen is home alone.
I have to go.
I'm so glad we got to meet again.
-Could I just have a word with you?
-I don't have time now.
Khabib will give you my number.
Text or call me, okay?
-Two minutes, Adil.
-Muazzen is all alone.
I have to go.
Salaam alaikum.
Alaikum salaam.
Who was he meeting?
Muazzen. His cat.
He has a cat.
That's the cat's name?
-Could you give me his number?
-I'll write it down.
Shit!
Sorry.
-No problem.
-I apologize.
Do you know Stix?
I like Conor.
Conor McGregor.
He's done great things
for the sport.
And he's become one of the best ...
He lives up there.
In that building?
Fourth floor.
See that open window? That's his.
Okay.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't text ...
Adil.
Don't call him, either.
-Is that a deal?
-Sure.
Right over there.
Fourth floor.
Super!
Stix!
It´s Marwan.
Open up!
-What are you doing here?
-Stix ...
Can't we talk like two buddies?
We go way back.
It's been so long.
Damn, you've been working out!
You call me a buddy?
We were buddies.
You come knocking on my door
like I'm your mommy?
Shouting my name
so the neighbors can hear who I am?
Stix, I need your help, okay?
-You need my help?
-Yes.
Last time I saw your ugly face, you
were snitching on Roostem and the boys!
-You think I forgot?
-That isn't what happened.
That was over 15 years ago,
and there was more to it.
It wasn't that black and white, okay?
-Get your dirty ass off there!
-Give me two minutes.
Go ahead, talk.
What is it you want to say?
-Talk to me!
-I need help with a passport.
Thanks for dropping by.
It's been real. Thank you.
You said you'd give me two minutes,
not two seconds.
-It's for my daughter.
-Your daughter?
I don't give a shit
about your daughter.
And I'm not
in the passport business anymore!
I respect that you've gone legit.
Everything here is legit.
I have receipts!
And that's why I respect you.
But you're the only person
who can help me, Stix.
Give me two minutes,
and you'll never have to see me again.
Two minutes, like you promised.
Please.
Fine, two minutes.
-Thank you.
-Come on.
Sit down over there.
Sit down. Don't touch anything.
Don't even look at it.
Fine.
-Never used a chair before?
-It's a tight squeeze.
-Those fucking bastards.
-I know. It sucks.
But I'm still not sure.
Stix, if not for me,
do it for my daughter. Please.
-You have a passport photo?
-Yeah.
Here.
And cash?
Yes, I have cash.
But not here. I didn't know
I was supposed to bring it.
-You have a picture, but no cash?
-I've had the picture all along.
-I can get you the cash now.
-Why only bring a picture?
That's irrelevant.
You ask me for a favor,
but don't bring cash?
Want me to go get the cash now?
You'll leave
as soon as you get the passport?
Guaranteed.
The same hour.
Outside the post office
under the bridge in one week.
Okay. I'll store our bags
at the central station.
The central station?
At the central station,
with all those cameras?
I hadn't thought that through.
Don't think at all.
Just listen to me.
Check in and print out the tickets
at home.
-Dye your hair at home.
-What?
You want me to dye my hair?
Yes, your hair.
Who's getting a fake passport here?!
Okay, fine!
I'll dye my hair.
-But I never get to use it!
-You're on it all day.
Your grandmother and I
think there should be iPad rules.
-Your face will turn square.
-Daddy lets me use it.
I know.
That's why I think ...
-What if something happens?
-Stick to the plan.
-But what if something happens?
-Stick to the plan!
What could possibly happen?
I don't know. Maybe
her grandfather forgets his helmet.
And she's left alone in the trailer.
Hey, stop!
Stop! Stop!
Stop that bike!
Hey, stop!
Marwan!
Marwan, I saw you!
Don't do this!
Hey!
Son of a bitch!
-What was that?
-Huh?
-What happened?
-It's okay.
-Should I call someone?
-No, I know him.
-Are you sure?
-Yes.
After taking her, go to a public place
and switch clothes.
- Where it`s people and change clothes
- So i`m going to change...
- I thought it was the opposite
- No, go behing a bush with a little girl and change
Go to a public area, change and go home
Listen, Kiki ...
No, no!
Be quiet!
She's my daughter. She ...
She's my daughter.
Kristin, stop it.
Look at me.
-No.
-Kristin, listen to me.
Open your eyes.
It's me. Daddy.
Okay?
Try not to scream so much.
Listen, you and I are going on a trip.
Are you ready?
I'm supposed to visit mommy.
You know we can't do that.
But we're going on a trip.
What's happened to your hair?
I don't know. Something shitty.
I mean, bad.
Anyway, we usually visit mommy on ...
On Thursdays.
Today's Wednesday.
No, I meant Wednesdays.
Listen to me.
-We don't have time for that.
-And we have to buy flowers.
-Come on, I want to visit mommy!
-Fine, we'll do that.
-Yes!
-And then we're going on a trip.
We're going on a trip ...
Where to?
To a warm place
-Why are you changing?
-I'm hot.
-And why did you steal me?
-I didn't steal you.
You can't steal your own daughter.
-But you stole me.
-No, I didn't steal you.
-Grampa got scared.
-No, he just shouted.
We'll send him a card and explain.
He gave you ice-cream money.
-Isn't it your money?
-He and I went Dutch on your trip.
-Went Dutch?
-We pooled our money.
-That isn't possible.
-Yes, we both kicked in some money.
-You can't kick money!
-No, that means ...
-That's my helmet!
-Fine.
-Let's go.
-Why did you do that?
My backpack!
There.
Now we can go.
No more screaming, okay?
Next time you get kidnapped,
not that I kidnapped you, -
- remember to run away from them.
-That was quick.
-I had them in my bag.
-No, you didn't.
-Just do what you have to do.
Okay.
-What's wrong with them?
-They're just tied together.
There.
You take that one,
and I'll take this one.
There.
There.
Ready?
-Your turn.
-What?
Kiss the grave.
-No, for real!
-Okay, watch me now. Watch.
-Do it!
-Don't kick me.
Do it!
-There.
-Happy now?
-Can we leave?
-Yes.
Or ...
Let's go.
Daddy!
-Don't walk so fast!
-Remember this is where I live?
-Don't walk so fast!
-We need to get some things.
A firm knock.
"This is a cop you don't fuck with."
Gotcha.
What was that?
-Now what?
-We're going shopping.
Anyway, if we had tailed him
from day one, -
- we wouldn't ...
He isn't home.
Is it called "beatboxing," daddy?
Do you think I can beatbox?
Wazzup?
It's me.
-What?
-Are you the ...?
-What do you want?
-Sorry, I thought ...
Get lost.
What was wrong with him?
We interrupted his dance.
Was he dancing?
Whoa, can you relax?
I have my daughter here.
Hello? Hi.
What's going on?
We've been waiting for ages.
You told me to call if it was
an emergency. This is an emergency!
Stix, what's going on?
There are cops everywhere.
-Daddy?
-They aren't ready?
In ten days?
Ten days?
What am I supposed to ...
I'm standing here with my daughter.
We're here.
Is everything okay?
There's no way back.
There's no way back now, Stix.
Daddy?
How am I ...
How am I supposed to lay low?
No, I don't.
I don't.
-Is everything okay?
-Yes.
How the fuck
am I supposed to take it easy?
I need those passports, Stix.
I have no place to lay low for ten days.
Marwan?
What are you doing here?
Adil, I seriously need help.
They think we're burglars.
-Put your hands up.
-But we haven't done anything.
-Stop exaggerating.
-I'm not. Just put your hands up.
Keep your hands up.
-I'm from the local police.
-Hi.
I got a report of trespassing.
You do the talking, Tariq.
-Why?
-You're Norwegian.
So are you!
What's going on?
We're ...
We're just moving in.
We're looking after the farm
for a relative of mine.
Can I see some ID?
Identification?
-ID? Of course.
-From all three.
Give me your IDs.
Khabib?
-His too.
-Yes, you'll get his too.
Thanks.
Hurt your foot?
Knut Sørensen, is that ...
That's you?
I don't see color.
Maybe one of them was a little darker.
Or his eyes, or skin, I mean ...
So ...
You're related to the owner?
Nephew.
I'm his nephew.
-And your uncle is ...?
-Håkon Nordigard.
Let me just check with HQ.
And I'd love to have a look
in that trailer.
-No problem.
-Good.
Hi, it's Ingeborg.
Could you check -
- how Knut Sørensen
is related to Thai-Håkon?
-She'll put two and two together.
-Don't worry.
We have to distract her.
I'm so sorry.
That was unnecessary.
I didn't have to ...
He is your uncle.
I didn't mean to seem so stern.
But I kind of have to.
Anyway, you are Knut.
Not that I've heard of you before.
I've only lived here
a couple of years, -
- so I don't know
everyone's uncles and nephews.
And there are a lot of them,
as you know.
Anyway,
I'm not always strict like this.
-I'm Ingeborg.
-Adil. Nice to meet you.
Hi.
-Tariq. I used to be Knut, but ...
-Used to be?
Anyway, it's Tariq now.
Tariq.
Hi.
I can't shake hands with you.
-My religion doesn't allow it.
-Oh, sorry.
It's nothing personal.
Is it because I'm a woman?
-We don't shake hands with women.
-Then I'm so sorry.
I understand that hands
can be considered gross. They are.
Anyway, nice to meet you.
And sorry again.
-Okay. Welcome!
-Thank you.
You stuck your hand right out there.
Why did you shake her hand?
I panicked.
What was I supposed to do?
You can't just panic.
You know it's wrong.
It wasn't on purpose!
-You just stuck it out there.
-She said ...
"She said ..."
Never shake hands!
Don't gang up on me
for making one mistake.
I'm just saying it was weird.
I promise, I'll never shake hands
with a woman again.
-Why are you taking them down?
-Pictures aren't allowed in Islam.
-In Iceland?
-Islam.
My religion.
I'm a Muslim.
-Oh.
-Yeah.
Where are the animals?
Sweet Kiki,
there aren't any animals here.
I am not sweet.
Don't touch me like that!
Wallah, what's with you?
Salaam alaikum, brother Anwar.
How are you?
I'm fine, thank you.
I got your message.
Wait, Khabib!
Yes, brother, and we are very honored
to be part of it.
Khabib!
Wait!
-We arrived yesterday.
-Khabib, grab a box.
Khabib, help ...
We will start working
with the medicine today.
Let's play something!
-Did I?
-Khabib.
Please?
It will not happen again.
Brother Anwar, don't worry.
Nothing will stop us
from delivering on time, inshallah.
Alaikum salaam.
Who's that coming over there?
Remember our cover story?
Of course you do.
What's she yelling?
-Come on, girls!