A NETFLIX SERIES
"WHY WOULD I HAVE A JOB?
I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR SHIT LIKE THAT AND YOU'LL MISS OUT ON ALL THE FUN STUFF."
BASED ON TRUTHS AND LIES
Norrköping… Sweden's rectum.
And the prison is a real dump.
The point of doing time is to reflect on your past crimes and bad behavior,
learn from your mistakes, repent, and become a better person.
According to the authorities.
But in fact, there's only one thing on your mind the whole fucking time.
The inside…
of your thigh
That's right - pussy.
Our whole existence revolves around pussy.
And there's nothing as beautiful as pussy.
Girls everywhere should take pride in the pussy.
The pussy is simply, well…
It's the essence of life.
Snatch, vulva, vajayjay, fur,
burger, punani, beaver, cunt, love tunnel…
Yup, this pink taco has many names.
And there are as many kinds of pussy, as there are women on this earth.
Bushy, clean shaven, sparse, peach fuzz,
round, flat, light or dark,
smooth, tight, large, wet or dry.
I love and respect all kinds.
The prettiest pussy I ever saw was Eva's…
Or maybe Gunilla's…
No, on second thought Britta's pussy was probably the best…
No, what the hell am I saying, silly me. No doubt, it was Maria's…
The queen of pussies.
Shit, the guard is staring.
Huh?
That's just Börje. Don't mind him.
-Clark! -Huh?
Clark, we need to talk about my mom.
What about her?
She's putting on a play with the Palissad Theatre.
It's called Dandelion Children.
-She wants you to be in it, as an actor. -Huh?
She says that with your life experience, you'll be perfect for the role.
Well, obviously…
Please?
Well, that… That should work.
Yeah.
He left.
So, now I'm doubling as an actor. How hard could that be?
The enemy won't go down without a fight!
There she is, Maria's hippie mom.
She convinced the probation board that I would be rehabilitated
by taking part in this spectacle.
…a revolution
is a rebellion, an act of violence,
by which one class overthrows another.
SUPPORT THE LIBERATION MOVEMENTS
What a load of bullshit…
But I got furloughs to attend rehearsals,
and a window of opportunity presented itself, if you catch my drift.
I'm a revolutionary!
Her mom was a fucking nightmare with a granny's mustache,
spitting Leninist quotes.
Maoist!
US MURDERS IN VIETNAM
Clark?
Acting was the easy part for me.
Good, come here.
I've done it all my life, no biggie.
But I can't stand being told what to do, especially by that fucking bitch.
Say your line!
A crime - a revolution.
-God damn it, Clark. -OK, uhm…
Keep in mind that you're representing the imperialists of the world.
You're speaking to the whole planet.
So, raise your voice. Reach all the way down to your genitals!
And her breath smelled like fish mousse.
-Get it? -Yup.
You have the power. Reach down to your groin.
And…
A crime - a revolution.
Good, good! That's great!
Really good, that was so powerful!
Great! Yeah…
Let's take five.
-Cool. -Yeah…
Opening night was sold out. People lined up to see me on stage.
-Are we on time? -Sure.
Theater doesn't really do it for me.
But it was time to leave.
Stop it. This is your debut performance and you're the star.
You're amazing!
Yeah, well, I know…
It's just stage fright.
Nah…
Don't you want to achieve actual change?
Huh? Instead of just standing on a stage and pretending?
We should be out in the world, Maria,
and start a real revolution!
Out in the world? You're doing time.
Technically, yes…
I want to stop pretending and take action!
That's thanks to you.
You've opened my eyes and my mind.
Let's make a run for it right now and make a real difference.
What, now?
Yeah. Hell yeah, before they lock me up again.
-Today! -But… the play… What will Mom say?
Maria, I know it's difficult…
but no revolution ever started by doing as Mom says.
We have to go all in!
Come on… It's us against the world.
-Alright. -Alright?
Yeehaw!
Let's go, honey!
-Huh? -Yes!
Freedom!
I love freedom!
Where the hell is he? Clark?
And what about Maria? Where is everybody?
-Where's Maria? -I think they left…
Then do something!
Long live the revolution! Come on, baby!
Go to hell, Clark Olofsson!
Hello, Denmark!
SWEDEN STOCKHOLM
CLASS AGAINST CLASS THE COMMUNIST PARTY
DENMARK COPENHAGEN
Breaking out of prison is a basic human right.
Clark, what now?
Better yet, a moral duty…
Huh?
-What now? -Relax, honey.
You just have to trust me.
We have my student allowance… It should be enough if we're careful.
Sure thing, that's great.
Kurre the Fox!
Remember this guy?
The guy with the annoying fucking rat… Bengan.
-Hiya, Slarken! -Damn, a trolley!
-How's it going? -Great!
-Maria, this is Kurre. -A pleasure, I'm Kurre.
-He's gonna help us out. -You bet.
-You'll love him. -Hop on.
-Alright. -Let's go!
So fucking good to see you.
On to Sherwood Forest!
COPENHAGEN
PORN SUPERMARKET
Freetown Christiania.
No laws, no cops,
gang bangs and drugs everywhere.
And yes - it was for real.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I fucking hate Denmark.
But… even fools can strike gold. Right?
This is the end of the line.
Welcome to your new home.
-What's this? -Paradise awaits.
What the…
Up the stairs…
-What the hell is that smell? -It's pee and stuff.
How's it going, Kurre?
-Hey. -Shut up, man.
-Be careful, Clark. You're a fugitive. -Whatever, don't worry so much. Come on.
Kurre!
It's important that we make a stand now!
Armed resistance here in Copenhagen, something that will grab their attention.
The Rote Armee Fraktion needs the funds to entertain our premises in Faizabad.
And abandon our Kurdish comrades? We can't do that.
-What the hell is this? -I know, they're always going on and on…
Don't touch me, dumbass!
Nobody puts their hands on Clark Olofsson. Got it?
What the hell, man?
-Did he say… Clark Olofsson? -I think that's what he said.
-The bank robber? -Yeah.
You heard right.
But Clark, no violence in this house.
Please excuse Lafayette. He's high-strung because of what they made him do Vietnam.
Fucking bastards.
-Is that why he is fucked in his head? -This is a peaceful and friendly place.
I think you need a hug.
Cool.
Welcome to Christiania. I'm Bente.
Hold on, a bank robber?
He's come here to save the revolution!
We need money, and Clark here can rob a bank in the name of the revolution!
-Yeah, that's a great idea! -Clark Olofsson… our savior.
Hell yeah.
Hare Krishna.
Clark, my man.
You are a hero!
That's right.
Clark Olofsson.
Awesome.
Turns out politics were just as easy as acting.
I barely made it through the door before I became the Danish Che Guevara,
appointed by a bunch of dopeheads and hillbillies
to relieve Danske Bank of their money.
-Any food around here? -Yes, of course!
Party!
I don't like this, Clark.
What is it you don't like?
They asked for my help…
This is what we talked about. Revolution.
For real.
Get over here!
Come on!
Look…
Robbing a bank?
-You're not doing that anymore. -Yes… No…
No, I'm not, but this is different.
This is political… It's not the same.
Come on now.
Right there.
What the hell? It's not like I want to!
I'm doing it for them.
They need the money to fight cannibalism.
-Capitalism. -Yes? That's what I said.
Well…
I guess, for the good of the cause…
For the good of the cause.
-But you have to promise me to be careful. -Yeah, sure.
Let's go, so we can wrap it up.
Son of a bitch!
What would I need that for? I'm a fucking pro.
I can rob a bank with a soda bottle.
Kurre can take care of it.
You guessed it, everyone!
And this here is a bomb!
If you fuck with us in any fucking way, it will explode!
Chop-chop!
The bags, people!
Chop-chop!
Move it, Danish bastard.
Kurre, let's go.
Don't say my name.
They were Swedish.
That was Clark Olofsson.
Why the stocking? They won't see it's you. You'll never get famous.
Think about your image.
-That went well, right? -Sure, nice and smooth. You got the bomb?
Huh?
Son of a bitch!
POLICE
Here you go, you're welcome. Don't mention it.
-Tons of money. -Great news for the evolution.
Is this it?
-Yeah, that's a nice cut. -A lot of dough right there.
Shit, that's not enough for a revolution!
The Palestinians will be so disappointed.
-It is what it is. We should be grateful. -Yeah, I think so too.
Well, Kurre messed up.
So… Something happened…
-It exploded. -Yeah.
TELEPHONE
Operator, may I help you?
I would like to make a collect call to Stockholm, Sweden, please.
Fucking ungrateful.
It's not my fault that banks don't have money in this poor fucking country.
Thanks.
-Maria, sweetheart. Are you alright? -Sorry for bailing on you, that was mean.
-Where are you? -Clark needed to get away.
Prison was sucking the life out of him. He can't tap into his potential in there.
Hey there…
Where's… Where's Maria?
She's not here. It's just the two of us.
I know most people see him as an irredeemable criminal, but…
I know for a fact that he's so much more than that, and a really good person.
I'm a bit surprised, Clark. I didn't think Maria was your type.
I thought you liked real women.
I do.
What we've got is something special. Our love is endless, Mom.
I don't really have a type…
Do I really have to choose?
I love everyone.
He has this… power…
an aura.
Look at that…
Mom, I have to believe in him.
Because if I don't, who will?
He won't let me down, he promised me!
You don't know him!
I need this.
What the hell are you doing?
Hey, Maria!
Bente just gave me a massage. I had some muscle stiffness.
One in particular.
Right, one joint in particular.
Hey…
Maria, wait!
We'll pick up where we left off later. I'd really like that.
Maria…
Maria, hold on!
-Ow, let go! -What are you doing?
What am I doing? What are you doing?
-It was just a massage, she's butt-ugly! -Stop it, Clark!
It's not about that!
Oh? Then what the hell is it about?
I'm not sure what I'm doing here.
You tell me we're here for the revolution and to do good, but you don't act like it!
Everything is always on your terms.
And now you're fooling around with her!
You said it wasn't about--
It's not about that!
Fine.
You don't even get it.
I gave up everything for you, Clark.
-For us. -Yeah…
But if you continue like this, I'm going to leave you!
Soon enough everyone will leave you.
You won't have anyone left, is that what you want?
No, no… Of course I don't want that.
Damn it, Maria…
I'm sorry.
I… I love you.
I know I'm a fucking mess…
and that things go sideways and down the drain because of me,
but I'm trying.
And you…
You're alright.
You're good for me.
You make me… a better man.
I want to be a better man… for you.
Alright?
You can trust me from now on.
No more lies, I promise.
-Do you promise? -Hell yeah.
I promise.
Maria… Look at me. It's you and me against the world.
You're so hot when you're angry.
PUPPETRY
BOMBING DURING BANK ROBBERY: ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND STOLEN
Hiya, kids!
What's up?
Good morning, dopeheads!
Where the hell have you been, Slarken?
-I thought you got busted. -No way.
I decide when I get caught. You know that.
Refill?
Ladies?
Fine.
Why is everyone so fucking grumpy?
What money?
Did you hide money from us?
Nah…
-What? -Yeah, what?
What do you mean, what?
How do you explain this?
See that, Kurre? No stocking.
-World famous in Denmark too. -Yeah.
That's a lie. Don't believe what they write in the papers.
It's bullshit.
What kind of revolutionary are you? This is not how we save the world.
Just tell us the truth, where's the money?
There's 87,449 crowns missing. And halvfjerds ører.
Who are you calling halvfjerds?
Does anyone know what the hell she just said?
No, no, no!
Clarken! Clarken!
Clark!
Slarken, Slarken!
Clark!
Calm down.
Your boyfriend stole our money.
And blew up a bank.
He fucked up the revolution!
-Is this true, Clark? -No, of course not.
They're coming! They're coming!
The police!
I have a bomb!
I thought this was a freetown, no cops allowed?
You blew up a fucking bank!
Slarken, let's get out of here. Clark!
Alright, Maria. Let's go.
Maria?
We have to go.
Honey, come on. Let's go. The cops are here.
Maria…
Police!
-God damn it. -It's Clark!
Police!
Shit!
Where's Clark Olofsson?
You're under arrest.
Out of my way!
Where the hell is Clark Olofsson?
What the hell are you doing?
Kurre! Do you have the money?
-Let's go! -That one.
Right…
Come on, Kurre! Hurry!
-It's unlocked. -This way is more fun!
Slarken!
On to Sherwood Forest!
I'll go that way, you go there.
Damn it!
Out of my way, Danish bastards!
Clark is a dumbass.
Clark! You can kiss my ass!
For fuck's sake, Clark!
-What the hell? Go! -It's a red light.
Just go!
What the hell?
Hey!
Hurry up, lady!
-Bitch… -Oh shit, here's the fuzz.
Oh shit…
There's Bente.
Fuck you, Clark.
I didn't give a shit about politics, that's for sure.
Man, she's grumpy.
I ain't got time to save the world.
I got myself and my own shit to deal with.
And since when are revolutions more important than myself?
But it was tough to leave Maria behind.
I'd never felt like that before.
I really thought we were meant to be, raising kids, a family and shit like that.
Until I, and a set of circumstances, got in the way of everything.
For the record, it was me who left her. She didn't leave me. Fuck it…
Nah, I've never been good at goodbyes.
Speaking of goodbyes…
Mom! No!
When I was twelve, Mom was forcibly committed to the loony bin.
No! Let her go!
No!
Clark!
Let go!
Clark!
No one ever bothered to explain to me what happened to my mom.
They just took her away from me.
Come on, granny!
Kurre, wait for the cops to leave.
But, who the hell cares?
DENMARK
GERMANY
Cheers!
AUSTRIA
This is the life!
ITALY
Life is good.
FRANCE
SPAIN
Fucking hell, so nice to get away from all that hippie crap.
Cheers!
Time for luxury and leisure.
I deserved it.
This is freedom.
-You can't wish for anything else. -No, you can't.
-Your oysters, gentlemen. -I stand corrected…
-She's kinda hot. -Yeah, kinda.
-What the hell is this? -An oyster.
-You're supposed to eat them? -Sure.
The pussy of the ocean.
Delicious. It makes you horny, too.
Well, in that case…
Are they supposed to be this hard?
Nah, fuck it. I'll have one of these.
Here we go, this looks familiar.
Miss, more champagne!
-Damn, she's hot. -Slarken…
-Some champagne, sir? -Hello, darling. Thank you so much.
-You're so nice. -Slarken, you know…
-And for you… -This thing with Maria…
I get it if you're… what's the word--
I'm getting a boat.
Huh?
I'm getting a boat.
Right! That's awesome. But, I want you to know--
A sailing boat!
Unlimited freedom…
on the seven seas.
Alright.
So, may I propose a toast for the captain?
-You may. -Cheers to captain Clark!
All hands on deck!
I had always dreamed of sailing the open seas.
It was time to fulfill that dream.
Kurre, how about this little pearl?
-I like. -Then we'll take her.
And I've always had sea legs.
My captain!
First off you have to christen your boat.
So henceforth, you shall be named:
The Pearl.
Sail away!
Freedom!
Damn! This is nice…
-Ship O'boy, captain Clark! -Ship O'boy!
May I offer you a rum and coke?
Yes, you may. Cheers!
-Cheers! -You old sea dog.
Fucking hell, I needed this.
I feel you.
So…
-You've done this before, right? -What?
I mean, sailing the open sea and shit, and back to shore…
Well, I'm a natural.
The trick is to become one with nature.
The wind is blowing…
…in this direction.
I'm gonna line it up like this…
downwind, that way.
A walk in the park.
I get it.
-There's nothing you can't do, Clark. -It's as simple as that.
-What if we want to go that way? -Why go there? That's where we came from.
The wind is blowing us that way.
-Watch out! -Son of a bitch!
-What the hell was that? -It's the boom. It has a life of its own.
-Every once in a while it does that. -No…
It's kind of like the boat's cock. Not to be trusted.
OK.
Now we're gonna have some fun.
ROME
-Kurre, I'm fishing! -Captain Haddock!
Slarken, check out my cock!
-Can I trust you? -You can always trust me, Kurre.
-Freebies! -Ready?
-Pull! -Fore!
That's right.
We need to score some girls.
No way! Ahoy!
-Hold on, money up front. -Of course.
But we have a lot of ravioli downstairs.
CLARK STARTS OVER
WINE, WOMEN, MUSIC
Don't let go!
Here we go again!
This is the life!
The best part about life at sea is that no one tells you what to do.
And as the captain of my own ship, I can live by my own rules.
-Nailed it! -Eyes closed!
The Mediterranean didn't do it for me, a fucking paddling pool.
I wanted to sail the big one.
The Atlantic.
This is the life!
MADRID SPAIN
THREE MONTHS LATER SOMEWHERE ON THE ATLANTIC OCEAN…
At sea, at sea
Hello, girls. This is captain Kurre on the seven seas.
Holy crap…
Slark.
Son of a…
-Slarken! -What?
We have a situation.
The weather is getting worse. Perhaps you should take the wheel.
I'll be right there!
Captain Kurre doesn't like this…
-Slarken, the wind is picking up! -I'm wiping my ass!
Son of a bitch…
-Slarken! -I'm coming!
Bring the map!
-Where is it? -It should be…
People talk about the force of nature and stuff…
Hurry up, it's getting really windy…
…the vast and treacherous sea…
Never mind the map!
…the way it humbles you.
For me it was the exact opposite. I become powerful. I feel strong.
Fuck yes, it's a storm!
I feel free.
I'm Clark fucking Olofsson!
Clark!
Nature can suck my dick!
No fucking weather can stop me!
Clark!
Son of a bitch.
Alright, alright… Down for a fight? Huh?
I'm down!
I'm so fucking down!
Fucking sea fucker!
Clark, we're gonna die!
Let's do this!
I'm right here!
In the flesh!
Come get me, I dare you!
-Clark! -Not now, Kurre!
Clark, we're gonna die!
I don't want to die!
Not now, Kurre.
-Just stay put. -OK.
-It's all good. -I'm staying put!
I don't want to die!
Let's do this!
I can do this all night!
Hammarby…
Son of a bitch!
I love you, Clark!
I've put up with crap my whole life!
I've been abandoned many times!
This is nothing…
to me!
Clark, no!
Son of a bitch!
Alright, fucking hell!
Maria!
I'm right here!
Do you know who you're messing with?
Do you know who I am?
Clark!
Mom!
I'm ready!
Slarken?
Slarken!
Slarken…
Slarken.
By golly, how I hate this world.
I hate this world.
Anyone but Slarken! Take me instead!
What are you crying about, Kurre?
Slarken!
-Kurre, get me a Bacardi coke. -You bet, captain!
In a flash!
God, you scared me.
-Slarken, look! -Huh?
Land ahoy!
Right.
I told you. I know how to sail.
-Yes, you did. -Yeah.
No fucking sweat.
Yeah…
I was done with life at sea.
Nature and the ocean are totally overrated anyway.
Bacardi coke.
-Ostend! -Huh? Cheese?
I wanted to go back to work.
And when I say "work"… You get it.
That's the name of this place. We are in Belgium.
I wanted to move on, but I needed to talk to Kurre first.
Damn, that's nice!
Belgium…
The new adventures of Clark and Kurre!
-What's next, captain? -Well, there's something I have to say.
Oh?
This is the end of our journey.
What…?
You've been an excellent shipmate, Kurre.
I got some stuff to take care of and I need to do it alone.
But hey!
The Pearl is yours.
But I'm useless with boats.
I thought we were a team, Slarken.
Come on, you can be my eyes and my ears…
but from afar.
You know…
Are you meeting up with someone else here in Belgium, or what?
A Belgian?
Is it me? I can change, if that's what you want, I--
Don't you understand, Kurre?
I don't need you anymore.
Got it?
Clark and Kurre are over.
See you later.
-Slarken… -Speak soon!
-I take it back! I'm sorry! -The Pearl is yours!
-Slarken, please! -Go shit yourself!
I'm sorry, Slarken.
-Bye. -O'boy, capt--
Like I said, it was time to move on.
Tickets.
God damn it.
Tickets.
Good evening.
Very well. Good night, miss.
I told you!
Son of a bitch.
Look at this! Who are these people?
To spend a night like this!
Could you please keep it down up there?
Almost done!
Well, that's how Marijke and I met. And we've been together ever since.
We simply couldn't be apart.
We wanted to be together forever and to have it all.
A family, a house, a car and a dog.
For real this time.
BLANKENBERGE, BELGIUM 1976
FOR SALE
Life with Marijke didn't come for free.
I had to bring home some dough to the family.
So I went back to work.
PK BANKEN GOTHENBURG
WHERE IS CLARK OLOFSSON?
I'm right here! You fucking morons.
I mean, times are changing.
Four hundred thousand? It's a lot of money.
Hiya!
-Excuse me. -Sure, no worries.
It would seem that you are lost, sir. The teller line is--
-My name is Olofsson! -Oh?
A pleasure to meet you, but…
Which one of you idiots runs this place?
How dare you? You can't just barge in here in the middle of an important meeting!
You'll have to excuse us, we're in the middle of something…
Holy shit, he has a rifle.
The Russians are coming, I told you so. God damn it!
You talk too much, both of you. Listen up.
My name is Clark Olofsson and I'm a bank robber.
You've probably heard of me.
Here's the thing,
I'm in need of some venture capital for a business idea of mine.
So I decided to pay your bank a visit.
Consider it an honor.
No! No, this is not at all acceptable.
I know, it's terrible.
-But… -There's a sharp pain in my arm.
-Call an ambulance. -Yes, please!
Forget about him. This is what you're gonna do.
Pick up that phone on your fancy mahogany table,
call the pretty little bank teller downstairs
and tell her that you want one million crowns, in used bills--
-…hurts right here… -Shut up! I'm talking.
…used bills in a bag, bring it up here to your flashy office.
-…a shooting sensation in my arm. -In ten minutes, or I'll shoot you both.
I feel weird. I need to go to the bathroom.
-Pardon me. -Well, you at least…
The fatso won't make it that long.
-I had the measles in November… -Let's go, get to it!
-Birgitta! -Mr. Enhagen?
Would you be so kind as to bring one million crowns to my office…
Maybe an aspirin?
-…in a bag. -No, this is different…
I'm not sure I understand…
Tell Birgitta I said hi.
It's Clark Olofsson, he says hi.
-One million? -God…
Tell Mr. Olofsson it's doubtful that we have such an amount in cash.
Birgitta says it's doubtful that we have such an amount in cash.
Ouch.
-That's too bad. -Hey…
Hello…
You can head over to my bank if more money is what you need.
Right! It's across the street from here.
Alright, sounds like a brilliant idea.
-Attaboy, fatso! -Oh my God…
-Let's do that. -Yes, that's…
Did you get that?
You have ten minutes, or he'll shoot us.
Right.
-She's heading over there. -Can I get a whiskey?
I knew this bank offered that sort of quality customer service.
They were very accommodating.
Just my kind of bank customer experience.
Martinsson?
I'll take that.
Yup… Thank you.
Gentlemen…
Thank you for being so service-minded and kind.
Thank you.
I would settle for less.
Miss Birgitta.
Mr. Olofsson.
Martinsson!
…waited so long for this day to arrive
And I'm glad that it's finally here now
Waited so long for this day to arrive
I feel good, 'cause it's here now
I watch women walk by
Yes, I do!
And I trust in myself and my power
I have waited so long For this day to arrive
And I'm glad that it's finally here now
My hard work paid off - cash, love and freedom.
The only thing missing, Swedish cuisine.
Potato pancake?
Hell yeah.
I was fucking starving.
POLICE
Fucking cops…
Did you recognize him?
Huh? Who?
Clark Olofsson! The bank robber.
-They mentioned him on the radio just now! -Of course I know who he is, but…
-Nah. -Oh yes.
-Nah… -Yup.
Table thirteen.
He robbed a bank in Gothenburg today and scored a cool million.
Let's hope he's a generous tipper.
Here you go.
-Nice. -Please enjoy your potato pancake…
Mr. Olofsson?
Much obliged.
-It's him! -Damn it.
What should we do?
Let's wake up the neighbors.
Trosa PD.
Clark Olofsson!
I'll be damned… Larsson!
-We can't just barge in. -No.
-Let's have a look. -Maybe it's not him.
I'll… have a look.
Yes, you do that.
Oh shit! It's him!
-He's sitting in there. -Nah…
Go see for yourself.
-It's not him. -It is.
Let's drop it and go back inside.
We can't just drop it, it's Clark Olofsson in there!
So what do we do?
Well, we…
We should…
-We'll call Stockholm! -Right!
This is huge!
Tommy Lindström, Special Investigations Unit.
Excuse me, come again?
Sure, I'm on my way.
I'm off to Trosa! It's Clark, damn it!
-Benke, let's go! -Alright.
He's in Trosa, for fuck's sake!
Ow! What the hell, Tommy?
Go!
-Go! -I'm trying…
Drive!
-Where is he? -In there.
Are you sure it's him?
-Oh yes. -Positive.
So why didn't you arrest him?
Uhm, well…
Huh?
Because he's Clark Olofsson.
Right.
-Fucking mouthbreathers! -Damn.
-He can't expect us to-- -I don't know.
It's on your right-- You knew that.
-We made the call… -We're standing guard.
Yes!
Clark.
Timmy!
Tommy.
Right.
We're leaving, honey.
Don't forget your coat.
You've been busy today.
I guess.
Where's the money?
What money?
One million crowns.
The loot, from Gothenburg.
Where did you stash it?
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy…
I like you.
But you have no imagination.
None whatsoever.
You have such a god damned boring one-track mind.
Huh?
I can't even imagine what goes on in that brain of yours.
It's gotta be a god damned…
A god damned…?
Yeah…
Cheers.
Good job, Tommy.
It was time to go back to the hotel and get some rest.
Unless you get caught, you can never break free.
You can't truly be free, unless you've been locked up, and so on…
I highly recommend the potato pancake.
CLARK OLOFSSON ARRESTED
They found 200 000 in cash in the bag.
Where the rest of the money went? Well, Tommy is never going to find out.
Fucking hell!
Check this out.
It doesn't hurt to have a retirement plan.
You never know what will happen.
The court finds the defendant guilty, and…
sentences him to…
four years in prison.
I got four years for the bank robbery.
Plus two years that was left of my previous sentence.
They sent me to Kumla maximum security prison.
The toughest fucking prison in Sweden.
I got the suite. Nice.
Home at last.
Peace and quiet.
Lots of time on my hands to make plans for the future.
I've earned it.
Olofsson.
Rise and shine, you have a visitor.
Hiya, Bosse. How's the wife?
-Are you getting any? -Nah…
-No? -Not yet.
Hang in there.
Hiya.
I thought Marijke was special…
…but I guess she was just like the rest.
At the first sign of trouble, they walk out on me.
I knew why she was here.
She was fucking perfect.
I could be myself, no fucking role play.
I'd never met anyone like her.
She was my new one true love.
BASED ON "VAFAN VAR DET SOM HÄNDE?" I-III BY CLARK OLOFSSON
POTATO PANCAKE: 2 DL FLOUR, 4 DL MILK, 2 EGGS
POTATO PANCAKE: 1/2 TSP SALT, 900 G POTATO, 2 TBSP BUTTER
Subtitle translation by Erik Lindberg