"Any complicated chain of events starts with a small incident like one spring day... in Iceland." "Through here." "To the left." "What, isn't there a toilet here?" "No." "Damn it!" ""When I was young"" "Is there some trouble?" "What?" "Is something wrong?" "That piece of shit car just died!" "Ehh right." "Shall we take a look?" "You think you can fix it?" "We'll see." "Can you pop the hood?" "Do you see what's wrong?" "Do you have cold start spray?" "A what?" "A spray for the spark plugs." "Wait, I have a can in my car." "Try it now." "Oh, sorry!" "Sorry, man." "I hit the horn by accident." "Are you ok?" "Yes, I'm all right." "You sure?" "yeah, yeah." "Hey, just go inside and I'll try to finish this." "Just be careful with the horn." "What?" "At least there's nothing wrong with the horn." "Try it now!" "Nothing happened?" "It's difficult to see clearly in weather like this." "Damn!" "I knew I should have bought gas in Keflavik." "What do I do now?" "Are you going to Reykjavík?" "Yes." "Why don't you just come into my car?" "No, I mean, I can drive you into town." "You can then get someone to drop by with gas when it's convenient." "Would you do that?" "Where do you say you want to go?" "Home." "In Breiðholt." "Yes." "This was really nice of you, helping me." "Yeah." "Damn, you're soaked through!" "No, no, it's all right." "You don't have to worry about that." "I told you so." "Sorry." "May I?" "Yes, sure." "And you are not properly dressed." "Shouldn't be outside in this kind of weather." "No, it's ok." "I just wasn't expecting anything to happen now, you know, the weather and stuff." "You always need to be ready for whatever life throws at you." "You never know." "There can always something happen that changes everything." "Really?" "I don't know what in the world could start happening to me now." "Iceland Express announces final boarding call for" "Flight 313 to Copenhagen." "Please board now at gate 39." "Ohh, it's so hard." "What do you think?" "It's just fine." "It's so difficult to choose a perfume that suits." "We're going abroad, my dear." "Oh well well, I'll take this one and this one and this one here." "You pay at the register over there." "Anything else?" "No!" "The young people today." "No willingness to serve." "You should just stay at home, my dear." "They should find someone else to serve the customer, not an irritated brat like you." "Let's got to the bar." "Yes!" "This round is on me." "How about you, Frikka?" "Why not!" "Aren't we going to have some adventures girls?" "A tiny noggin, dear Sína." "Just a tiny drop." "That's enough." "Cheers, girls." "Cheers." "Maybe we'll meet some cute gentlemen at Norrebro." "Two for each of us." "Like in the war." "It's nice that you're from the countryside." "Do you really think so?" "What's it like to be a painter and a teacher, Jóhannes?" "Oh well, that's just" "It's here isn't it, Þórunn?" "Yes." "Call me Tóta." "Everybody does." "Right." "Tóta." "Thanks so much!" "That was so sweet of you." "Think nothing of it." "Nothing?" "At least ten cars passed by me." "Someone would have stopped, eventually." "Are you catching such a bad cold?" "This is alright." "You need something warm in your body." "No no, that's not necessary" "Come upstairs!" "I'm gonna give you some herbal tea." "There's no need for that." "No, I'm not gonna be responsible for you getting fucking pneumonia!" "Come on up!" "Come inside." "Thank you." "Come on in." "I'll make the tea for you." "I'm boiling the water." "I'm just gonna go and change clothes." "Miss Vale county" "It's almost ready." "Is this you?" "Yes." "Miss Vale county." "Seven years ago." "Straight out of the damn cowshed." "Vale county?" "I've been there quite a lot." "Vulgar county!" "Chiller, Dung farm and Cock river." "I'm from there." "Yeah!" "It only lacks a Ribald river running through there too." "Can you open this for me please?" "It's screwed on so tightly." "Do you have something pointy?" "A pin or something." "Yes." "It just needs a bit of air." "Come on, the tea is ready." "Yes." "Thank you." "Enjoy." "Fuck!" "Your jacket is piss-wet through." "Yes." "And your trousers too." "You're soaked to the bone." "Not really." "Just needs some drying." "No, you're not dying." "But you could get a nasty cold." "You need something more than tea." "Get up!" "Take your clothes off!" "What?" "You heard me." "Off with your clothes." "I'm not gonna be responsible for you becoming deathly ill." "You'll need the full treatment." "I'll put your clothes in the dryer." "The full treatment?" "Start undressing." "I'll run you a hot bath and bring you a bathrobe." "What?" "You haven't undressed?" "No..." "Here, this will do you good." "It will warm you inside." "You also need to drink the tea." "Ehh listen.." "I'm not quite sure about" "Oh, I see." "You're shy." "There's no need for that." "But if you want, I'll wait in the other room." "Done!" "The bath's ready." "Come on now." "It will do you good." "It'll make your blood flow." "There is nothing better than to lie in a warm bath with a nice glass of brandy." "I'll put your clothes in the dryer." "I put some muscle relaxant in the water for you" "I'm also gonna add some bath salts." "Damn it!" "Yes?" "I forgot to bring you a towel." "Is everything all right?" "Yes, sure.." "I'll just put it here." "Thanks." "Hey, Grettir." "Can you spot me?" "Do it, now!" "You're a monster." "One more." "One more." "One for Daddy." "One more man!" "Are you a pussy?" "!" "Pussy!" "Hi, there." "Hi." "Are you here?" "Yes." "Long time no see." "Nice to see you." "Likewise." "You're looking foxy." "So, what's up?" "Everything's great," "Except that the cops came and closed the club last night.." "But we'll fix it." "No big deal" "Hey, pal!" "You don't just walk away when you're spotting someone." "Are these your girlfriends?" "The disco ducks have arrived." "Huey, Dewey and Louie." "What's the problem?" "You were spotting me and" "Are we friends?" "Are we great buddies just because we work out at the same gym?" "Is that it?" "Well no.." "I think you should hit the shower." "Right now!" "It's over there." "Fuck!" "You have to go!" "What?" "My boyfriend is on his way!" "He'll kill you if he finds you here!" "Your boyfriend?" "He wasn't supposed to come home now." "Would you mind if I got dressed in here?" "You don't understand." "He's outside in the parking lot, on his way up!" "If he finds you here he will kill you!" "Wait a minute!" "You have to go!" "He goes crazy if somebody only comes near me!" "I can't go out like this!" "You have to get dressed somewhere outside!" "But..." "No fucking but!" "Here." "Your mobile, and keys." "No, not that way!" "You'll bump into him." "Go around the corner!" "Around?" "The corner" "And thanks for everything!" "Yes." "The police." "About time!" "There's a naked man on my balcony." "A Peeping Tom pervert." "A pervert?" "And his penis points straight up." "Hold on." "Can you describe him?" "Describe?" "I don't know." "I guess it's about average size." "Not bigger than the one on my late husband." "The man." "Describe the man!" "Not his penis." "We can't go around looking for men by their p" "Describe the man, madam." "Height, age, hair color, etc." "He seems to be fiftyish, with a slight potbelly." "He's got an ok body but it's hard to see the color of his hair, the man is all wet." "He's putting on his shoes." "He's leaving!" "You have to hurry here, otherwise you'll lose him." "I'll send a car." "Don't you want the address?" "I see it on my screen." "And when will you arrive?" "He's leaving!" "Hey, babe." "Hi." "What's up?" "Hey." "Are you mopping?" "Didn't you mop yesterday?" "Yeah, the phone rang while I was taking a bath and I made a mess." "And in the hall?" "Yes, I thought it was the doorbell first." "I was confused." "You're so nuts babe." "Is it ok to walk here?" "Yep." "Are you ill?" "No." "Why?" "You know, the tea." "Well" "Would my princess like a session here on the floor?" "Grettir, leave me alone." "What?" "Is my little one frigid today?" "Grettir." "You said you were always hot for me when I've got my leather pants on." "Grettir leave me alone!" "This has been a miserable morning!" "So what?" "Can't we still do it on the floor?" "No!" "The car ran out of gas when I was driving home from work and I had to hitch a ride home!" "You have to go and take care of that!" "What the fuck?" "You go get the fucking car." "You go get the car." "Goddamn it." "Were you drinking Brandy?" "What?" "Were you drinking Brandy in the bathroom?" "Oh.. yes." "I had a glass when I came home," "I was freezing." "Oh my, my, I was freezing..." ""To Jóhannes Sveinsson on his fiftieth birthday, June 4th..."" "Dórótea Benjamínsdóttir?" "Was it you that called because of a..." "Isn't it just typical how late you are!" "The lout was in his car for A long time before he left." "In his car?" "He left that pink thing there on the handrail." "It's damp." "And it smells of perfume." "He probably used it to get aroused and cleaned himself with it afterwards." "Having a five knuckle shuffle, know what I mean?" "How would you describe the man?" "One of those bums." "His clothes all creased and sloppy." "What type of car was it?" "I know nothing about cars." "But it was red, and very old." "Was it rusty or dented?" "No, absolutely not, it was very nicely maintained." "Then how do you know it was old?" "I saw it when I took down the license number." "It had the old type of license plates." "Right." "So do you have the license number then?" "Oh yes." "R 7732." "Where the hell have you been?" "!" "And why do you look like a tramp?" "I was driving your mother to the airport like you told me to!" "You were supposed to be here ages ago." "I've been waiting for you." "And what's wrong with you mobile phone?" "It got all wet." "They've been calling, demanding that they be picked up." ""T hey" who?" "What do you mean?" "The men at the airport." "They want to get rid of them right now." "Get rid of whom?" "Mom, Friðrika and Sigurlaug, of course." "No, no, no, no, no, no." "They're in an airplane on their way to Copenhagen." "I saw them go through the gate." "They missed their flight." "There's some sort of big trouble there." "I think she's drunk." "Can't they take a cab?" "Your Mom can certainly afford to." "You don't leave a 90 year old woman in trouble at the airport Jóhannes!" "It's out of the question!" "Let me tell you, young man, that I have influence at the highest places." "My late husband was a stockholder in Icelandic Airways." "Icelandic Airways?" "Iceland Express." "Are you telling me that you, a public official don't know the major companies in the country?" "Very well." "About time you came." "What's up with you?" "You look like a bum." "Are you picking them up?" "Yes." "This is my so-called son-in-law." "Though I certainly would have preferred someone else." "Let's get you into town, dear Ellefsína." "I don't need your help." "You should rather try to help Lauga." "Lauga, my dear." "Let's go now." "What?" "Let's go to the city." "Hey!" "What?" "This round is on me." "The door." "Open it." "Hurry up!" "Try not to drop her now, Jóhannes." "And straight off with you!" "I must say, young man, that you have been extremely unaccommodating and I will make a formal complaint to your superiors." "How rude!" "To send the plane on it's way without informing us." "But Jóhannes is so sweet to come and fetch us, right?" "Sweet?" "!" "I've never been able to understand what my daughter saw in him." "She could have had her pick of suitors." "And of her age." "A hippy!" "Grew his hair long and everything." "Standing butt naked on a chair daub painting crap chewing all sorts of potions." "And you call yourself a colorist!" "You haven't painted anything for many years." "That's not quite true." "Let alone sold anything!" "No one can get by on art alone, and least of all you, Jóhannes." "Hello?" "Good morning." "This is the Reykjavik police." "Is this Jóhannes Sveinsson's number?" "Yes." "Who am I talking to?" "I'm Signý, his wife." "Is Jóhannes all right?" "Your not aware about his journey through" "Breiðholt earlier this morning are you?" "Excuse me, kids." "What are you...?" "!" "It's all right sport." "Did you piss your pants, Jói?" "Why did you bother to show up?" "You're way too late." "We thought we would have time off." "No." "Everybody in the classroom." "Nice and easy now." "Get inside, Gummi." "The class is starting." "Fuck off." "You get the fuck inside!" "Come along." "What's your problem man?" "What's the fucking hassle?" "Leave me alone, you faggot." "This is compulsory education and you're required to be in this class even though it's only an art class." "Fuck off, I don't want to learn some farty fucking art." "Handycrafts." "Very well, today I'm gonna teach you about perspective." "Why bother?" "You can do all that with a computer and stuff." "Very well." "Think of this as a painting, a landscape, and to give it depth we need a horizon, right?" "We call this line the horizon line." "Horizon line." "Horizon line." "What's going on over here?" "Shit yourself." "Clean this up immediately." "What's your fucking problem man?" "I told you to clean this up!" "Sorry, man." "Get out of here right now and straight to the principal's office!" "What the fuck is wrong with you, I didn't mean to do this." "I told you to get out!" "Let go off me!" "You'll rip my sweater, you fucking Nazi!" "Oh, so you learned something in History class?" "First you drag me in, then you throw me out!" "I'll report you!" "Get out of here!" "No!" "Go straight to the principal!" "Fuck off, you faggot!" "You half donut mustache motherfucker!" "Well, keep on working." "Jóhannes Sveinsson, please come to the principal's office immediately." "Can't you see my shirt?" "Yes, but I apologized." "After you had sprayed the paint All over the floor and table and everywhere." "Jóhannes!" "Let's keep our calm, boys." "Let's just keep calm here." "Now, tell me how this happened, from A to Z. Go ahead." "I just sat there on the bench when he suddenly came and dragged me inside." "Hey." "Don't forget to tell him what you said to me." "That wasn't very nice!" "All right, This is new." "What did you say to him?" "I don't remember." ""Fucking faggot."" "Oh, ok." "So he said that to you?" "Yes." "So who should apologize to whom?" "Jóhannes, you've been a teacher for a long time and you know the youngsters say things without meaning anything by it." "I see." "So if I would call you "a juvenile idiot"  and later apologize, then that would be just ok?" "Jóhannes, you're skating on a very thin ice." "Exactly!" "Now also ask him what he told me to do." "He told me to "fuck off" ." "Jesus man, why don't you ask him about the girls in the class?" "!" "What?" "!" "The girls?" "What about them?" "When he pretends to teach them he strokes their back and shoulders..." "...and stares at their boobies." "Hey, that is a goddamn lie!" "Jóhannes!" "The child has suffered enough." "Cool it, now." "Go on." "This is slander!" "Calm down, Jóhannes!" "What does he do to them?" "I'm not saying he does anything." "He just gropes them and stares at their boobies.." "There's nothing dubious about an art teacher putting his hand on a pupil's shoulder while he is teaching." "And the other thing, It's such an outrageous slander..." "...that it doesn't deserve an answer!" "Easy now, Jóhannes." "Is the door closed?" "Yes." "Good." "This is not an easy case." "Far from it." "But we must resolve this." "Yes." "So, due to the situation, I think the most appropriate and best thing to do, is that you, Guðmundur would not attend his class for the time being, and you, Jóhannes, apologize to the boy." "No." "Keep calm, Jóhannes!" "Calm down now!" "Instead, we totally drop the thing you said about the girls and nothing regarding the Alleged.. groping, leaves this room." "Apologize to him?" "Yes." "Over my dead body!" "I'd be more likely to sue him!" "Sue him?" "Yes." "And I expect the school to pay for the shirt." "And if you would excuse me, Sigleifur, I have a class to teach." "Hi, Ari." "Damn, you're a mess." "You look like a Palestinian after a suicide bombing." "Palestine's history is a nice comedy compared to what I've been through." "Really?" "Damn!" "Just as well that the holiday is beginning." "Pheew." "It is just what I need." "You know." "Two years ago I went to the Dominican Republic" "...and swam in the Caribbean Sea" "Yeah?" "Now I'm gonna be splashing in the ocean again." "Really?" "Yes." "But now I'm going from Reykjavík harbor." "What?" "I'm going to Viðey Island and can't afford a ticket for the ferry." "I know exactly what you mean." "My wife and I are going to our summer cabin in Borgarfjord." "We're just gonna take it easy for a whole week." "Your wife?" "Oooh" "She's been calling here every ten minutes..." "Yeah...screaming mad." "Oh, really?" "Yes." "She's nuts." "What?" "Are you serious?" "Yeah!" "Hi." "I was just wrapping up the class so I'll be home shortly." "Jóhannes !" "What's going on?" "The police have called repeatedly asking about you." "The police?" "Regarding something that happened in Breiðholt." "Were you there this morning?" "Err... yes." "It's a long story but I'll tell you about it later." "Mom is pissed off at you now!" "And she didn't think much of you before." "And some disgusting man who called himself The Nutcracker called and was threatening me..." "He called himself what?" "The Nutcracker." "He said he was going to find you and beat you up and that if you didn't know who he was, you should check out where you left your watch." "What is going on, Jóhannes?" "I've got to go." "I'll talk to you later." "Jóhannes!" "Have you heard about some guy who calls himself The Nutcracker?" "Isn't that the guy who was in the news because of the club?" "An extremely dangerous guy." "I heard that he..." "Hey, I need to talk to you!" "Open the door!" "I can't hear you!" "Open the door or I'll fuck you up!" "Damn maniac." "Open the door!" "Are you abusing my girlfriend?" "What did you do to Tóta?" "What's wrong with you?" "Open the fucking car!" "I'll fucking kill you!" "Move it!" "Oh no!" "Hello there." "Everything ok?" "Open the fucking car!" "Open the fucking car!" "I can't." "It's broken!" "It's broken!" "You goddamn slime!" "Hello!" "Hello!" "I'll rip your fucking head off!" "Oh, excuse me.." "I just need to go through here." "Could you by any chance call the pol..." "No, never mind, don't do that." "Ehh, Just keep going, I'll leave." "Bye now." "We are trying to find him." "Why?" "We can't tell you that, but apparently he's some kind of pervert." "Of course!" "That's why he was in my home this morning   messing with my girlfriend." "Did he harass her?" "Did he!" "He was fucking harassing her." "Then he kicked me in the balls   and beat me with a shovel." "And I was just trying to talk to him." "He's obviously very dangerous." "Did he go into the garden you say" "He went into the garden and I think he broke into that house over there." "I was just trying to talk to him." "And I tried to yell and warn people." "We have put out a public warning." "We know who he is." "We know of more crimes he has committed." "The latest at the school where he teaches." "Fucking pervert." "Good evening." "Did you notice the man?" "Oh yes!" "He burst into our apartment." "Did he have his clothes on?" "Err.. yes." "That's unusual." "We know who he is and he will be taken into custody." "We have put out a warning throughout the whole capitol area." "Hello." "Is any bus leaving for Borgarfjord shortly?" "Yes, but you know that the tunnel under Hvalfjord is closed, don't you?" "No, but that doesn't surprise me at all." "Can I help you?" "Can I make a phone call?" "Sure." "Then I'm gonna have two hot dogs with the works, large fries, mayonnaise sauce, a glass of milk, and... do you have sandwiches?" "Hello?" "Hi, this is me." "Jóhannes!" "They are searching for you everywhere." "Where the hell are you?" "At a highway diner in Hvalfjord." "In Hvalfjord?" "What are you doing there?" "There was a police car outside and..." "Wait, wait, I can explain everything." "I've been through so much crap today Over and over again." "I just keep sinking deeper and deeper and I don't know where it will end." "Now I have to try to get out of this predicament..." "... but I won't be able to unless you help me." "Me?" "First I must get away to the summer cabin." "And what do you want me to do?" "You need to go and get the car." "The car?" "It's at Odin Street 15, next to where your brother lived." "Yes." "Bring the spare keys with you and take a cab over there and then drive straight to the summer cabin and meet me there, and then I will tell you all about it and bring you up to speed." "Will you do that for me, honey, please?" "Very well." "Thanks, darling." "All right, I'll be there." "Bye." "And be careful." "Ok, bye." "Need a ride?" "Yes." "Where you heading?" "To Borgarfjord." "If you could just drop me off at the side road." "Get in." "My, my." "What a nice evening." "Yes." "It's just all right." "So, going to the summer cabin over the weekend?" "Yes, but I won't be there for long." "Are you staying there with friends?" "Having a big party maybe?" "No, no." "Just me and the wife." "Cozy time with the wife hey?" "Hopefully your own wife." "What?" "No, I'm just kidding." "I'm just messing with you." "By the way, I'm Friðrik." "Howdy." "But just call me Diddi." "All right." "I'm Jóhannes." "Jóhannes?" "Yes." "Not the Baptist, one of the disciples?" "!" "What?" "No." "No, I'm just kidding you." "I got you." "I'm not totally bonkers." "So tell me, what do you do Jóhannes?" "I'm a teacher." "A teacher?" "Wouldn't have guessed that..." "Why?" "Just you know, your clothes a bit funny and stuff." "Oh yes, I had a little accident today." "Really?" "Are you an art teacher or what?" "Yes, I am." "But this isn't related to that really." "I just had a little accident today." "I've been a bit accident prone today." "I nailed it spot on." "This has been a really long Friday." "Really?" "Was it a bummer?" "Yes.. you could say that." "I see." "A rather large bummer." "It's like that my friend." "Some days you loose, Other days you cruise." "It would be great if you just dropped me off at the side road." "That one, over there?" "Yes." "Is it one of the cabins over there?" "Yes, the one farthest from us." "That one farthest away?" "Yep." "No, I can't let you walk all that way." "I'll drive you there." "No, it's all right, it isn't so far." "I'll drive you." "There's no need for that." "It's no trouble." "I've got plenty of time." "Really?" "Thank you very much!" "I can never remember what this place is called." "What's it called?" "This place here?" "We are in Borgarfjord." "Right, Borgarfjord." "Nothing is better than getting away from the city you know." "To a cabin in the countryside." "That's true." "I've always wanted a cabin like this." "They are golden." "Is that the case" "Yes." "Thank you so much for driving me." "It was nothing my friend." "Yes it was, a lot!" "Think nothing of it." "Listen." "Maybe you would like to come Inside and take a look around  while I'm waiting for my wife?" "I'm gonna make some coffee" "Coffee?" "I could really use some coffee." "Awesome." "Thank you." "This is a fantastic house you got." "We have yet to finish the footpath." "Well, that won't take long" "I thought he was supposed to take the stuff up North." "Unless the deal goes down here." "What do we do then?" "Let's call the station." "Sigurjón?" "Yes." "This is Indriði." "Diddi picked up a very shady guy in Hvalfjord and took a detour." "Well, well, well." "This is a damn nice place you have." "Thanks." "Have a seat and make yourself at home." "And where's the missus?" "She's on her way here." "Nice fireplace you have." "Damn nice." "What?" "Then you have..." "What the hell is this?" "That's really ugly man." "What's that supposed to be?" "Oh, yes." "That is "The Ugly Duckling" ." "Yeah right." "He couldn't possibly be any uglier." "Who painted this?" "I painted it." "You managed to make him very ugly." "Thank you." "You're one serious talent." "Hey wait, Eben!" "Eben?" "Damn, that sounds familiar." "Eben, Eben..." "It's E. Ben." "Right, Sorry, I'm not too good with foreign languages." "Einar Ben." "Einar Benediktsson." "From The Sugarcubes?" "No, that's another one." "This is the nation's most famous poet." "I see!" "Right." "The one with the rhyme mania." "Isn't that totally out?" "Poems that rhyme?" "What will you be doing up North?" "I'm a..." "I'm a salesman." "Oh really?" "I travel around the country." "I'm going up North with some documents and stuff." "Just papers for signing." "And what do you sell?" "Just... whatever." "Just stuff." "Cosmetics, candy, toys..." "My motto is that if there is a market for the product  then, then you can market it, of course." "Yeah." "A great motto." "A nasty cold you have there." "Yeah, a bit." "You're in great luck." "I've got just what you need." "Awesome stuff." "Hang on." "Here." "Take one of those." "What is it?" "Just great stuff." "It's like, great for cold, fever and such." "I always take this." "Swallow it man." "You'll be fit as a fiddle before you can say "Dallas" backwards." ""Salad"?" "No, thanks, I'm good with the coffee." "No, "Dallas" backwards." "Shouldn't we have a smoke now?" "The bathroom?" "Through the window?" "I need to have a piss anyway." "Yeah, that's fine." "Just open the window." "Great coffee." "So, so." "You the man!" "Wow, that took a long time!" "Yeah, I smoked two..." "since I was there, anyway." "I'm so practical." "Yeah." "This is the life." "Just laid-back and easy." "Have you ever run into elves and dwarves and stuff like that?" "..." "Trolls?" "No.. not exactly trolls..." "But I've, of course, I've seen a lot of dwarves." "Oh?" "You know, tiny little dwarves." "You know..." "So freaking small." "Yeah." "Hey." "Did you know.. that your nostril hairs age variously fast?" "This is taking them quite a bit of time." "Is there someone coming?" "Matti, get down!" "There seems to be a party." "So it would seem." "They are smarter than we thought." "A new place along the way." "What?" "There's a red Saab outside." "Signý!" "She's here." "The wife is here?" "Yes." "I'll light up the fireplace and make the place cozy." "Sygný?" "!" "Is it you, darling?" "Who else should it be?" "Nobody, my love." "I've just been waiting for you." "Well, didn't you enjoy the trip?" "What do you mean, enjoy the trip?" "Aren't you going to fetch the bag?" "Yes, yes, of course honey, I'll do that." "Look at the state you're in." "Me?" "Have you been drinking?" "Drinking?" "!" "Me?" "No, no, no!" "Of course not." "Far from it." "Not me." "I'll fetch the stuff." "So the wife has arrived?" "I'm just putting the fireplace on fire, Make things cozy you know." "Jóhannes, who is inside?" "Oh, It's just my friend, Diddi." "He was lovely enough to drive me all the way up here so I invited him inside for a cup of coffee." "What's he doing to our fireplace?" "Fireplace?" "I can't stand this." "I don't like how he looks." "And I don't like how you look either." "Didn't you mean to tell me...?" "Yeah right, exactly." "I'm gonna tell you Come inside, darling." "Motherfucker!" "Did you let this fucking ape man follow you?" "Ape?" "Didn't you ask me to come here?" "Get inside!" "What?" "Is someone here?" "It's a thickheaded hobgoblin!" "He's been trying to catch me all day!" "What do you mean?" "He's gonna kill us all!" "No, no, there is no hobgoblin." "Why did he follow me?" "It's all right." "This is only a side-effect." "I gave him a pill." "Jóhannes!" "Who is outside?" "A savage!" "There's no one outside!" "He's crazy!" "I punched him today!" "You?" "Jóhannes, take it easy." "These are only side-effects." "Just relax, calm down." "I also have a different pill that counter-balances this one." "That's not the thing." "What kind of pill?" "Come out, you creep!" "That's him!" "Can't you see him?" "Oh, so there is someone coming?" "Isn't everything all right?" "Yes, everything's just fine." "Now it is." "Jóhannes, who is outside?" "I have a bad feeling about this." "I'll go out and I will settle this." "You two just take it easy." "I will sort this out." "Have some coffee." "Hi there sweet prince!" "We need to have a little chat." "Now I kill you!" "Really?" "Sigurjón, this is Indriði." "There is something major about to go down here." "There are cars and a motorcycle..." "Something major is about to happen." "Understood." "You bitch!" "You fucker!" "Hey, do you think I killed him?" "No, you just knocked him out." "He's breathing." "Everything's fine." "Diddi, thank you so much." "No problem Jóhannes." "You really came through for me." "The fucker almost killed me!" "Don't mention it Jóhannes." "Jóhannes!" "Signý!" "What's going on?" "I can't take it anymore." "Signý, now I'm gonna tell you everything." "It's a bust!" "Get the fuck down!" "Down on the floor!" "Get down!" "Check all the rooms!" "Cuff this one!" "Where's Diddi?" "The toilet!" "What?" "Can't I take a piss by myself?" "What's the status here?" "They tried to bump off this one when he arrived." "and they've obviously been testing the drugs on the woman, she's totally out!" "what do you mean?" "That's my wife!" "Hey, do you have a warrant?" "This is enough to invite us to the party." "This is a one big misunderstanding!" "Shut up!" "Get out." "Don't worry Jói." "I'll take care of this back in town." "Thanks a lot." "Finish." "Why didn't you tell me about this?" "Why did you hide this from me?" "I'm not going through this again." "Please." "Come on." "The police will arrive shortly." "You will tell them exactly what happened." "Yes." "And you won't press charges." "What?" "!" "I don't want the poor guy to get into more trouble because of me." "Oh really?" "You don't want him to get into more trouble?" "Do you see the state I'm in?" "He broke my head open." "Who does such a thing?" "And when he gets out of prison I'll beat him into pulp." "When are you going to start behaving like a man?" "Grow up?" "Me start behaving and grow up?" "What about you?" "You have invited old people into our home, and what?" "Up to bed?" "You can eat this fucking soup on your own!" "I'm leaving!" "Tóta!" "Tóta!" "Jesus Christ!" "Here he comes." "Well, well, if it isn't the alleged Peeping Tom and drug lord." "Wasn't it nice to take a shower and put on some clean clothes?" "Yes, it was." "Like I told you before everything is becoming clear." "Your wife is waiting outside." "We've been working on this case all night long, and Tóta...ehh Þórunn Marsibil has helped your case a whole lot." "Really?" "I totally understand you." "I almost volunteered to drive her back South with gas for her car." "I wouldn't risk it!" "And Diddi sent his best regards to you." "All right, thanks." "Now, this belongs to you." "Oh my!" "Thank you very much." "We'll be in touch." "Yes." "Good luck, Jóhannes." "Thank you so much." "Here you are." "This looks good." "Thank you." "We sure have been living the good life here in old Copenhagen." "But it wasn't smart of you to charm those gigolos down at the docks." "Lauga dear?" "Do you have any worries regarding the flight this time?" "What?" "Just a tiny drop to go." "I don't understand what's going on with Signý and Jóhannes." "They haven't answered the phone all week, not even my messages." "I hope nothing is wrong." "This has never ever happened before!" "They are young and playful, dear Sína." "I say, Icelandic Airways must be doing well." "Isn't the plane taking off one of theirs?" "Well, I say." "And I thought they only had one flight per day from here." "Jóhannes!" "Come back to bed darling!" "Hello, Ellefsína." "Jóhannes?" "What's going on?" "I have tried to call you all week." "Oh, is that so?" "We are stuck in Copenhagen." "The airplane left us again." "You will have to fix this right now, while we are waiting." "Who was it?" "Just your Mother again." "Where is Signý?" "I'll bankrupt you fucker!" "Oh, Jóhannes." "Oh, Tóta." "What did you say?" "!"