"The world is full of conflict." "Always be on your guard." "Stargazers Aries 21 February - 29 March" "Look at this little darling here. 320 gigabyte hard disk." "1024 MB DDR...2 RAM." "Right!" "Yes..." "looks like a really good computer." "Good?" "Not just good." "This is major league." "Do we need to talk about it?" "I wonder if there are a lot of gigabytes in my brain." "No... you..." "Shop theft!" "There is a growing awareness of shop theft in our society." "And there is an article in the Morning News today, stating that there is an annual loss of two billion kroner as a result of theft, and that in some cases, it goes directly into the pockets of employees." "What do you mean?" "It wasn't so long ago that one of our own petrol stations in" "Breidholt was subject to an armed robbery." "Fortunately, there was a security guard there, but we don't have that privilege." "I have written a very large number of letters in the office, requesting that a security guard be stationed here." "But it's like talking to a brick wall." "That is why we have decided upon what we can do in the event of a possible attack." "Attack?" "Yes, attack, Olafur!" "A sick mind is a hotbed for all sorts of ideas." "I mean, doesn't that kind of thing just happen in Breidholt?" "No...not any longer." "It's happening in all areas." "Organised gangs, based on foreign examples, who are taking over district after district, according to a predefined plan." "Why can't we just get a button that we can press and the cops turn up?" "Because that would be of very little use, Olafur." "How long do you think it takes someone doped up to the eyeballs and armed with a knife to disembowel you?" "Me?" "No, no sudden movements!" "Ouch..." "Let me go!" "While I was a student in Sweden," "I learned certain self-defence techniques." "I think they might be very useful here." "Wait a minute, what are you going to have us do?" "There will be a practice session tonight!" "Is that in our jobs descriptions..." "You must realise, Samuel, my friend, that you are no longer working at the meat counter." "My name's Daniel." "We need to formulate some plan for how we intend to protect our little group here." "But now to the main item on the agenda..." "The holiday fund!" "Personnel on the forecourt." "Listen carefully." "I have a letter here that I have just written, and which I am considering sending to the district manager for East Reykjavik on our behalf." ""To whoever it may concern." "Due to a lack of understanding about our situation here at the Laugavegur depot, I am forced to notify you herewith that I shall commence training the trainee personnel here in the art of self-defence so as to prepare them for any hostilities to which" "they may find themselves exposed." "On behalf of all the employees here..."" "Hello." "Anything happening in here?" "Do you want to buy something?" "Eh?" "No. no." "Have you got anything pierced?" "No." "It's just that I was thinking about getting myself pierced." "I just haven't decided where." "No...you know my cousin had a ring put in his dick once." "Yes..." "Then it got infected and his dick almost dropped off." "Right!" "What are you doing?" "Nothing..." "No." "I can see that a mile off." "And why are you doing nothing?" "There...was nothing to do, you see, so I..." "We do not hang about here, Daniel!" "If you don't know what you should be doing, then ask." "Has no one ever taught you to work?" "Yes, that..." "Get yourself off to the storeroom and get some cleaning fluid." "Stack up all the shelves so there's the same amount on each." "Anyone with an average-sized brain should be able to manage that." "Yes..." "Do I have to do everything here myself?" "." "Who are you?" "72 and 73..." "Hey Georg, there's some teenager creeping about in the storeroom." "No attacks, you say?" "!" "What did I tell you, eh?" "And almost certainly doped up!" "Well, did you steal something?" "No." "Yes you did!" "Empty your pockets!" "I haven't got anything in my pockets." "Empty them, I said." "Ah, as I suspected." "That is theft and all theft is promptly reported to the police." "Call the police." "Good evening." "Good evening!" "What's the problem here?" "Yes, this young man was caught stealing." "Is that so?" "I wanted to see whether he was as fearless with the police as he appears to be with me." "Was it a lot?" "Was it a lot that you stole?" "I think it's better if you search him." "I haven't got anything." "I just ate two." "When I first spoke to him, he said he hadn't taken anything." "Now he admits he's taken two." "I expect it would do him good to spend a night or two in jail." "I think we'll call your parents and have them fetch you." "I am at my Dad's right now." "Yes..." "I am the boy's father." "What?" "I am the boy's father, even though it shames me to admit it." "I just felt it was the best thing to report this." "It's a company rule to report any theft so I didn't think he should receive any special treatment just because his parents are divorced." "That's how my Hannes started too...petty crimes." "Stole small change from his mother's purse." "Soon after that they became more serious." "He started drinking and using drugs..." "Got mixed up with bad company with no moral scruples at all." "Break-ins, drug dealing, physical assault, smuggling, large-scale importation of illegal household appliances and food supplements." "Is that gluten-free?" "Yes, of course." "I baked that myself or rather, my mother and I." "Yourself!" "." "Pretty damned good!" "What...are you into health foods?" "Yes, I've been on a raw food diet for the past three months." "Music to my ears." "I expect you're a changed man." "Yes." "Cleans out the entire system." "Yes." "The human body is not designed to break down gluten, no more than it is designed to break down sugar or meat." "Personnel on the forecourt!" "Water!" "Yes, yes." "I've never known any different." "I was brought up as a vegetarian." "My mother's a vegetarian." "Don't you find your stools have changed conistency since you began on a raw food diet?" "Yes...it's much easier passing a stool." "I've had such irregular bowel movements." "Either they're hard as a brick or soft as mud." "Have you tried linseed?" "Yes, yes." "Tried that and spring rose oil and muesli." "Pretty much everything, really." "But my bowel movements are still irregular." "Do you think he got away with it all?" "I don't know." "He didn't." "Oh, no." "He always claimed he was innocent." "But when some of the hard-nosed convicts gave him a seeing to in the showers, he wasn't quite the man he thought he was..." "Car 15, Car 15." "Emergency call from Geitastekkur in Breidholt." "Car 15, we're just finishing up here." "We'll drive up there and take a look." "Are you going to Breidholt?" "Yes." "Hey, it's on the way." "Hold on a second." "Svenni, it's Geitastekkur." "Listen, drop this letter off for me on the way to Vesturberg." "Just a second." "What is this?" "Ah, it's to do with...security matters here at the station." "Of course, you get the bread free." "Listen to this kitten growl!" "Yes." "Actually, there's a sound that shouldn't be there..." "I'm not sure exactly what it is." "Isn't it just worn out?" "No." "I don't think so...but I'm going to change it in when Solin make it big, see." "Solin?" "The band, Solin, from Sandgerði." "I'm their agent, see." "I'm also working on their PA systems." "They're making a master of a new song that is very likely about to be played on FM957 in the very near future." "I've been in contact with the musical director at FM957 and he said that there was a very good chance of them being played." "All plain sailing after that." "It's just a question of picking up the phone and booking gigs." ""Yeah,right!" "All right!" "book a gigs, yes, no problemo."" "It's also a matter of turning up at the right parties." "Yes, yes." "I see." "Not exactly rocket science, you know." "No...have you studied at all..." "Have you done any training in that area?" "Look, either you have it or you don't." "It's in the blood, see." "Asgeir Kolbeins... he never studied anything." "He didn't train to become an agent." "Still managed to bring Scooter into the country." "Made a fortune out of it." "Yes." "OK." "I was alongside him at a red light the other day." "He was driving a brand new RAV." "All right, Do we need to talk about it?" "No I don't think so!" "That kind of motor costs about 2 big ones, see." "All Scooter money." "I want to go home to Mum's." "No, look at the screen!" "Keep an eye on it." "Let me know if you see anything untoward." "Keep an eye on the personnel, too, especially with Olafur, and with that new boy, too." "I can't be bothered!" "I don't care what you can be bothered to do and what you can't be bothered to do, Flemming." "You will do as you are told." "Yes, good evening!" "Hey, I'm calling about the ad in the Daily News." "Yes, the GPS with a colour screen..." "How much do you want for it?" "Eh..?" "You already sold it?" "30,000 kroner?" "Hey, I really need one, you see." "What if I offered you 35,000?" "Yes, or even 37,000?" "38,000 and I'll set off right away." "Yes, I could be in ten minutes." "Where are you?" "Alfheimar?" "38,000, you say!" "I'll be there in ten minutes." "Bye." "Goggi!" "I need to run a quick errand." "My name is Georg." "Yes, Georg." "I need to get out for a short while." "Won't be more than twenty minutes, thirty at the most." "Something's come up, see." "Out of the question." "Aw..." "I'll be really quick." "Doesn't make any difference." "Who is supposed to do your work while you're off somewhere?" "Daniel!" "We've discussed this many times, Olafur." "You're not going anywhere." "You're at work here." "Yes, I know!" "But I won't be long." "I promise." "Please Georg!" "Not a chance!" "I'll do something instead!" "Such as?" "Anything." "You name it." "Refill the windscreen fluid, whatever." "That is actually part of your job here, Olafur!" "The holiday fund!" "The holiday fund can profit by this." "We're talking half an hour, Georg!" "Umm, half and hour, you say?" "What is it you plan to do?" "I need to." "My sister's car has broken down and I need to drive Grandma to the doctor's surgery for a scan." "Yes..." "Alright." "But since this means extra work for Daniel, it's only fair that you pay one hour's wages into...the holiday fund." "Yes, no problem." "If you exceed that time limit, even by one minute, you forfeit two, I mean three hours wages." "Yes, no problem." "Can I go or...?" "Yes... yes." "OK!" "I won't be long." "Emergency." "Yes, could you put me through to the Reykjavik police?" "Yes, just one moment." "Reykjavik Police." "Yes, good evening." "Georg Bjarnfredarson here, nightshift manager..." "Yes, hello." "Hello." "Listen, a couple of your lads were here earlier in car 15." "Yes... wasn't there a theft reported?" "Yes...the thing is, I wonder whether I could talk to them?" "Can't I take a message for you?" "Couldn't you put me through to them directly?" "No, we never put anyone through directly to the vehicles." "What was the nature of the inquiry?" "Er... they were taking a letter up to Breidholt for me." "I just wanted to make sure it had arrived." "Just a second." "What letter was that?" "It was a personal letter concerning security matters here." "They were going to drop it off for me on the way." "Daniel!" "Daniel, I got the GPS!" "40,000 kroner!" "What is that?" "What is that?" "That's a GPS receiver, my friend." "Do we need to talk about it?" "Eh?" "Is that idiot back yet?" "Yes." "Really?" "On time, too?" "That's a first." "Well, how's it going?" "!" "Flemming Geir!" "Yes..." "You do not fall asleep on the job." "I don't work here." "You can sleep when you're at home!" "Can I go home now?" "No!" "You know that is not possible." "Try to make yourself useful while you're here." "Go outside and get a little exercise." "Out where?" "Go up to Vinabær and try to find some cans." "Do I really have to pick up cans?" "Yes!" "It does lads of your age good to get some exercise." "Well!" "Off you go up to Skipholt!" "What are you staring at?" "Rule number 1." "Weapons!" "Everything is a weapon!" "An ordinary teaspoon to your average citizen," "But a weapon for the man who needs to protect himself." "Stand up and look threatening." "Say..." "Give me the money or I'll kill you." "Yes... give me the money..." "Stand up, Olafur." "Give me the money..." "Take your hands out of your pockets." "Give me the money or I'll kill..." "Ouch..." "See how it works?" "Yes, I felt that alright!" "How would you hit me if you were going to hit me?" "I'd just hit you like this." "That's far too slow and silly." "Much more effective to hit here." "No..." "Stop behaving like a little kid." "You know that if I was robbing someone I'd come up behind him." "Like this, you see." "Yes... that's a good idea." "Fine idea." "Here, come up behind me." "I'm putting things on a shelf." "Olafur, you come up behind me and demand I give you some money." "Why me?" "You suggested it, Olafur!" "Just do it!" "Yes, there's enough on the shelves." "Better arrange this tidily." "Yes." "Give me some money or I'll kill you!" "Yes, think you can get away with that, my good man!" "Ha...!" "No pot of gold at the end of this rainbow!" "Let me go, Georg!" "I think that's about enough!" "It's good to exert a little pressure here on the diaphragm." "Hey, Georg!" "Can you feel yourself losing your breath?" "Yes, I..." "let me go!" "Georg..." "No, it's as clear as day that we need to stage an attack in order to see how we stand." "Can't we just talk about it?" "You have never learned self-defence, have you?" "No." "No." "What would you do if a lunatic on angel dust attacked you?" "I'd try to show him I was open to negotiation..." "Boom!" "You're dead!" "While you were thinking and turning that over in your mind, he's already stabbed your three times in the throat with a rusty screwdriver and now he's on the other side of the counter, taking money out of the cash register." "You can't reason with a man on angel dust." "People on angel dust can run through concrete walls!" "Let's imagine that Olafur is a drug addict." "He is armed with a knife and needs some money for his next fix." "He roams about town, looking for a store to rob, and that's when he sees our place." "Olafur, go outside." "Daniel, you're serving and following what's going on." "Should I also play the shop assistant?" "You ARE the shop assistant!" "What am I supposed to do?" "You have to try to rob the place." "Can I swap with Daniel?" "No." "OK..." "Personnel on the forecourt..." "Go a little farther so that we can't see you." "Go behind the pumps." "Hide yourself, Olafur." "We can see all of you." "Can you see me now?" "No, that's fine." "Try to act normally." "As if you don't expect anything bad to happen to you." "Well..." "What's it like when the roads are icy?" "...fine." "Really." "Doesn't slide about?" "No, no..." "Come in now and try to take us by surprise!" "Hey, sorry." "I need to go back to work." "Give me the money or I'll..." "Not me!" "You're supposed to try to rob him!" "Yes..." "OK." "Give me your money or I'll kill you." "Yes." "No, no, no!" "What?" "Shouldn't I let him have the money?" "PUT UP SOME RESISTANCE, YOU FOOL!" "You have to formulate a plan!" "Right, get the hell out of there!" "Sit down." "I'll do it!" "And you, get yourself outside." "Personnel on the forecourt..." "try to be forceful." "What do you mean by forceful?" "Be angry!" "You're a crazy violent person!" "Yes, OK..." "Give me your money or I'll kill you!" "Counter attack, Daniel!" "A proper counter attack!" "That's the only way to stop this kind of person." "Overpowered immediately!" "And I'm not about to lose any more personnel here!" "Isn't that enough now?" "No!" "It is not enough!" "We were rehearsing an attack here..." "Oh, a lunatic dope addict." "On angel dust." "Hey...we found your son wandering about in Skipholt with a half empty bottle of beer." "He says you ordered him to go and collect cans?" "At 3 o'clock in the morning?" "Yes...just a misunderstanding, you see, I..." "Hey, I'm taking Olafur to casualty." "Yes, of course." "My eyes are burning!"