"You have an altercation with a powerful person." "Consider getting a dog so that you can release tension by taking it out for a daily walk." "Star Gazers Aries February 21st" " March 29th" "Well, well, well, what the..." "It's a portable TV with an inbuilt radio." "Can I turn it on, put it on the Sirkus channel?" "No." "It will not be turned on until the first results start to come in" "This is a workplace, Olafur, not a brain-washing depot." "What?" "Isn't that Daniel's diary?" "Yes." "He has a few things to say about the people he with." "Should you be reading that?" "Especially about you, Olafur." "Really?" "What does he have to say about me?" ""The darkness floods over me...blablabla"..." "Yes, here it is:" "Olafur wants to be a rich and famous agent more than anything else in the world." "But he has no chance." "He doesn't really have the capacity for it, poor thing." "He'll probably be working at this petrol station" "For the rest of his life." "Yes, he's not as stupid as he looks." "The fascist manager is a sadist who uses..." "What are you doing?" "Give me that book!" "That's private!" "We've heard all about that." "Yes, we'll discuss that later." "And show a little dignity by turning up for work at the right time" "And now to other matters." "And at the top of the agenda are the upcoming elections." "Are we possibly going to elect a new government?" "That prospect and because the the holiday fund now stands at 92,882 krónum, it occurred to me whether we might not use avail ourselves of the opportunity and hold our own democratic elections and decide how are think we ought to spend what we have saved." "Whether do you think we should go?" "Well, the only realistic proposal has been a trip" "To Sweden." "So we'll vote on that." "You know we can't just vote on that...on going to Sweden." "I mean there must be some other options, such as going to Asbyrgi or Benidorm or playing paintball." "You haven't prepared anything." "You can't vote for something that doesn't exist." "You can't vote for a party that Hasn't been founded." "I want to go to Benidorm!" "Yes, I could just as well say I wanted to go to the moon." "That's an interesting place to visit." "No!" "And Samuel might ask in response: "very interesting, but have you considered the cost of the trip?"" "That is not the same thing." ""For example, what does it cost to stay on the moon?"" "And what?" "Are you only going to have a vote about going to Sweden and nothing else?" "That's exactly what we Decided, yes." "That's unfair." "You should have given yourself more time to consider the matter, Olafur..." "You shut up, you damned fascist." "Can't you be quiet for once!" "OLAFUR RAGNAR" "I...er..." "And you shut up too." "You always let him walk all over you." "You surrender without putting up a fight." "And my name is Daniel!" "I'm called Daniel, not Samuel!" "Do you have five university degrees, you bloody idiot!" "Do you!" "Shut the fuck up!" "Personnel on the forecourt?" "Not you Daniel." "Olafur?" "Come into the shop." "Olafur." "Yes?" "Listen, we're voting now." "I have made some ballot slips." "Is there any point in voting?" "Aren't we going to Sweden?" "No." "You can choose whatever you want." "Just write the place you want to go to." "Really?" "Yes." "I'll start." "Just go there, behind the curtain and write down your choice." "Then fold up the slip and put it in the ballot box here." "And, while I'm voting, would you go outside to Daniel and encourage him to make use of his right to vote." "Have a word with, too, about his work methods." "Tell him to hold the broom handle with both hands and to sweep up properly and not just to redistribute the dirt on the forecourt!" "Then we vote, right?" "Yes." "So I can write Benidorm on the..." "Yes, yes, yes." "OK." "Personnel on the forecourt." "Yes." "Smoking." "So, you alright?" "Feeling better?" "I suppose so..." "Georg asked me to give this to you." "Hold the broom with both hands, see..." "Hey, we're about to vote..." "Yes." "Are you feeling irritable" "Yes..." "I am not in very good sorts tonight." "Yes...we're not going to let things get to us here, right?" "We need to keep focused...or something like that." "Hey, I..." "I'm sorry." "What I wrote in the dairy, that's just...nonsense." "You know I think you're an OK guy, right." "Yes, of course... that's just..." "I just wanted to... because..." "Nothing..." "I didn't give it a second thought." "Doesn't bother me at all, see." "OK." "We'll count the votes when the shift is over." "What did you vote?" "Me?" "No, no, no." "You can't disclose what you voted." "That's undemocratic." "I'll take the ballot box and lock it up in the office." "Hey, Georg I want to apologise for getting upset over-excited earlier." "I just...you know...well, I know it was inappropriate." "It's just that I've been under quite a lot of pressure..." "No problem." "However, we usually try to resolve our differences in a friendly manner." "Yes, absolutely." "Me too." "And we usually do that without raising our voices!" "That's exactly what I'm talking about...you're..." "No, well hello!" "There's some dude hopping up and down naked over there in the window!" "Where?" "Over there, see?" "Yes." "Well, I'll be damned." "He's been jumping up and down for hours." "I bet he's there for one more hour." "1000 kroner?" "Service needed at pump number 1, Olafur." "Hello." "Fill it up, please." "Pump 1, the red car." "Good evening." "Yes, good evening." "Georg Bjarnfredarson." "Thorsteinn." "Hello, I thought I recognised you." "Yes." "Although my mother and I don't watch the tele much" "We've seen you quite a few..." "Yes, thank you." "Yes, of course, you media people are always on the move?" "Yes, very busy tonight, of course." "Following the elections all over town." "We're constantly on the move between places." "Yes, we're having our own election here tonight." "Are you?" "Yes." "We're having a little vote about the staff fund ...in line with the main elections." "What are you voting on?" "We're voting on how we are going to spend the money." "Did you vote?" "Vote?" "In the election." "What election?" "You know, the general election that took place today" "No." "Oh, you're not 18 yet?" "Yes I am." "Well, then, you can vote." "Oh..." "Did you vote?" "No..." "We're here at a petrol station on Laugavegur and there's quite a story here." "The staff here have decided to hold their own election." "With me are Georg Bjarnfredarsson, shift manager and Olafur Ragnar, one of the forecourt personnel." "How is the election concerning the staff fund going Georg?" "Well, there are two options:" "Sweden and Benidorm." "All streams appear to be flowing in the direction of Sweden as the bard put it, but we'll have to wait and see." "I expect it'll be like the elections." "You know, the Independent Party will win in the end." "You reckon?" "No, I seriously doubt it." "What makes you say that?" "Because I think people are tired of tyranny of the Independent Party and because I think the nation wants change." "I went to an election party held by the Independent Party and Gisli Marteinn was there." "I met Gisli Marteinn and..." "Sigurdur Kara and Asgeir Kolbeins and all those guys." "Yes, you just fell down at their feet and worshipped them, isn't that right?" "No, I think the people of this country are no fools and that they won't put up with the situation much longer." "I think we can all agree the electorate are no fools." "But tell me, are you as divided on the issue of the staff fund as you are about national politics?" "I just think it's so amazing that they all talk to you as if you were their friends." "Yes, that's because you are merely a vote in their eyes." "But..." "They had pizza and beer and..." "And if the Socialist-Green Alliance gave you pizza and beer, would you vote for them?" "Er...yes, well..." "Let's turn to the issue of the day-the staff fund." "Olafur Ragnar, do you want to Sweden?" "Er...no." "I want to go to Benidorm." "Well, there we have it." "This is what the people on the street voicing their views on the election." "Excuse me, when you say "the people on the street"" "If you say someone is "on the street", that means he is homeless." "No, that's not what I meant at all." "I just meant that people..." "Hey!" "Did you guys see the butt naked dude hopping up and down over in the apartment block opposite?" "Now there's something for your cameras!" "You have to take a look at that." "Do you reckon he's on his own over there or what?" "Is that a woman?" "No, it's a dude." "Bloody rubbish." "No...it's the cubs dept." "Look at that idiot!" "Didn't even finish his university degree." "Smiling and laughing like a moron." "Isn't it a landslide victory for the Independents?" "Bloody fool." "Who allowed this elf to get into politics?" "He's a genius." "Yes, so was Joseph Goebbels." "He was a "genius."" "Who's he?" "3,000 kroner's worth please." "Yes." "Alright." "Yes!" "Hello?" "Hey, Daniel." "I just put some petrol in that woman's jeep." "She's obviously a bit tired or something." "Tired?" "Yes, there's something strange about her, see." "Strange?" "What do you mean?" "Well...she's fallen asleep, see." "What?" "Yes." "I'll just run her home." "OK." "Yes." "I'll be about 15-20 minutes, alright?" "Just a short break." "Don't tell Georg about it." "No, I'm not going to say anything to him." "...and finally, for the whole country." "That's how it turned out, the government remains in power with a majority of one." "No, no, no!" "Have they really voted the conservatives in yet again?" "Says it all about the average intelligence of this nation!" "Ah, do you live around here?" "I'm an invalid..." "Yes, yes..." "I had a nervous breakdown." "Really?" "What happened?" "I read too much." "Were you studying something?" "I'm a lawyer." "Yes, I see, OK..." "Was that a long time ago?" "15th March 1989." "Really?" "Do you live alone?" "Beautiful girl, this one!" "Yes...yes..." "Hddg!" "Sorry?" "Hddg!" "Ah, I see, do you want another one?" "Yes." "Could you fill it up for me?" "95?" "Yes, 95." "No problem." "Good evening." "I'm at pump number 2." "Right, yes." "No, what the hell!" "Olafur!" "I'll deal with this!" "Well, it looks like the nether world has opened up." "I'm sorry?" "I have known for a long time that the monster department of the Independence Party travelled mainly by night but I never expected to actually any of them." "Least of all the Prince of Darkness himself!" "What do you mean?" "Can you bear this much light?" "Isn't there a danger that you'll suddenly catch fire?" "He's finished filling up the car." "Al I want to do is pay." "I see." "Daniel, have you finished filling" "Dr. Frankenstein's car?" "Yes, I have." "You are a doctor, aren't you?" "Just because we don't see eye to eye politically, there is no need to be rude." "I have five university degrees:" "psychology, sociology, pedagogy, political science and a teaching degree." "I see, but I really don't have time for this." "Can I have my card back." "I'm in a hurry." "Yes, exactly." "You need to hurry back to the bowels of the earth, to bake some more pizza so that you can sell at the next election." "They go down a treat with this nation of mediocre minds." "The stupidity of the masses is one of your strengths." "What pump was it at?" "Number 2." "Hey, really great photo of you." "They've almost managed to hide the horns." "Almost." "Did you see that, Olafur?" "Do you know what he's thinking now?" "No." "I'll open the ballot box then." "And the first vote is..." "Lillehagen!" "Sweden, one point." "Suede un point." "We all know whose vote that was." "No Olafur, we will not discuss individual votes." "This is a secret ballot, isn't it?" "Second vote." "There's only one "n" in Benidorm, Olafur." "It is not Benny Dorm." "Doesn't matter, see." "Look at that writing." "Like a six-year-old backward child." "You said we weren't discussing individual votes?" "And...the third and final vote." "Very exciting." "Why did you return a blank slip?" "Why are you asking me that?" "I thought it was a secret ballot?" "I could have said Benidorm, if I'd wanted to!" "No, that was me." "A blank voting slip is a sign of disrespect." "No, it's you who's showing disrespect with all these stupid ideas and the way you run this place." "You're just a fascist." "No, you are!" "Me!" "?" "It's you who treats us like slaves here." "Like slaves?" "Do I treat you like a slave, Olafur?" "I mean, just look at him!" "You can't..." "He does dare to say anything." "You've frightened him so much that he doesn't dare respond." "That is not what we're discussing here." "Really?" "No, this is about showing no respect for democracy by returning a blank slip!" "OK." "Right, I choose Satan." "And I'm not going with you." "You can go to hell and eat veggieburgers with him and bathe yourselves stark naked." "How about we go and do some paintball?" "Be quiet, Olafur."