Based on stories from four men in Oslo's finance sector today,
and stories from women, other finance players, experts and the police
- Is that enough? - More.
Come on!
- That's enough. - One more.
- No! - One more!
One more!
Come on! You can do one more!
- Want me to...? - No.
Only Adam and I are here.
How hard can it be? I realize you've been hurt.
Just give a little.
I gave him half my life. That I could have used for something else.
- Then you wouldn't have had me. - That's not fair, Jeppe.
- I learned from you. - I see.
He deserves no credit for how well you have turned out.
He built his company on my inheritance, slept with everybody.
And when we got divorced, suddenly my inheritance was his.
Listen. Dad is going to die, you are going to live.
How hard can it be?
All I'm asking for is a two-hour lunch. I'll fix everything, I'll pay for it.
Just tell him you're not angry anymore.
After that, you never have to speak to him again.
For me.
Fine, two hours.
I love you. It's going to be great.
Love you, mom.
Hi.
Mind if I sit down?
I sent the children to a friend.
Okay, thank you.
I'm so very sorry. I'm so sorry that I...
I don't know what to say, Pim.
There's nothing to say.
I can't take any more.
I understand. Of course.
But you're not the one who should be leaving, Pim.
My boys adore you.
And they need you more than they need me.
That's a fact.
So now, Pim,
you stay here.
And I'll leave.
I promise you, this is better.
You're not real.
You're not real!
Are you done?
William,
shouldn't we settle this once and for all?
We both know this isn't good for your head.
Call the slaughterhouse.
This is Adam Veile. Could you help me with something?
Of course.
Remember that case with Veile last year?
Hi.
Everything okay?
Move the seat back.
You look great.
I don't know about that.
I spent half the day wondering what to say to her.
Just be yourself.
- The man she hates. - She doesn't hate you, dad.
Just promise me
you won't start a fight. You want to meet her, right?
I just don't want to feel guilty anymore.
Most of all.
Can you promise me something?
Don't tell her I'm sick.
This is going to be nice.
When we...
When we were together, the three of us,
that's the last time I can remember being happy.
Carefree.
Just
happy.
Why do you want this?
Same reason as you.
Hang on tight. 0-100 in 2.8 seconds.
What about last night?
This fairy tale ends here.
Just get your passport, take your money,
and go home.
But I saw you.
You don't have to do this.
You have to leave now.
I've checked out.
You have two cracked ribs, but nothing's broken.
Let's see...
- Come in. - Hi, I'm from the police.
We're all done here. She can go home.
Can you give us a few minutes?
- Sure. - Thank you.
Can you?
Go home?
- Or is he still there? - It's my apartment.
He...
He must have had someone give him the keys.
Or paid someone for them.
Where do you think he is now?
If you had to guess.
I think he knows
that I'll report him.
Is that why you came to the police station?
But you left because you were afraid?
By the way...
I have something here I thought you might like to hear.
- Adam? - I'm coming.
Are you sailing it all the way?
No, just to Cuxhaven. Then I'll truck it to Barcelona.
And from there, I'll sail it down to Gibraltar and visit some banks.
Then I'll sell the boat and fly home. A nice vacation. And you?
You once said
we need an anchor, or we'll be adrift.
- I have no anchor right now. - What about that girl yesterday?
- The whore. - Magdalena?
She isn't exactly an anchor.
But she's in love with you.
Maybe...
You're no Whore Killer, you're a Whore Whisperer.
- You whisper to whores like horses. - Either way, she's no anchor.
What are you going to do?
I'm moving back home.
- Okay... - What are you thinking?
You feel lost and alone,
so you're moving back to the same thing that made you leave.
It's like filling a sinking boat with water.
It was less shitty then than now.
She caught you with a whore in your bed.
And she's letting you move back in?
She'll be willing to forget, to maintain a certain standard of living.
So it never happened?
No. What?
That's beautiful.
It may not be beautiful, but it's human.
And I'm going to drop the act.
That's what's been wearing me out.
I'm going to be the same on the outside and the inside.
- Good? - Sure.
What about you?
What?
Hermine.
That's...
That's one of the reasons why I'm leaving.
I can't get her out of my head.
I need some distance.
If I can't get it mentally, I'll have to get it physically.
Is that Tomine crying?
They want to interview me about Salma King.
- Feel free to take the credit. - Thank you. No shame.
Let's go. I have a neighbor to deal with.
Adam! Your boat is getting too old.
It's bad for our image.
Shut up, you German fuck with that Italian piece of shit!
That shit country spread corona all over Europa.
I'm counting money, you're counting bodies.
He's selling it, so you'll soon be rid of it. Are you in the market?
- This is Thomas. - I need a car they won't recognize.
- What kind? - Whatever, just be creative.
Something they won't recognize. The price is irrelevant.
- And I need it delivered. - Where to?
I'll text you.
- She's already here. - Looks like it.
- Are we late? - No, she's early. Don't worry.
I want to show her I can walk myself.
- Hi, welcome. - Thank you.
There's mom. Great.
Hi, honey.
Thank you.
- Yes. - This looks good.
You probably know the menu by heart, mom.
No, I don't often get the chance to come here.
Unlike you two, I have to consider the price.
- Did you say something, Herman? - Nothing.
I'm just studying the menu.
Okay...
But I'd like to thank you,
for the three of us being here together.
It may not be special for you, but it's a big deal for me.
For lack of a better word.
Jeppe asked, so...
Didn't you want to come?
Yes, mom absolutely wanted to come.
Have you found anything? It's on me, of course.
You've always been good at that.
Paying was never a problem.
That's not a bad trait, mom.
I think I'll have the Argentinian shrimp salad.
And a couple bottles of wine. More champagne, mom?
- What would you like, dad? - I'm not sure yet.
Okay, fine.
They have young pigeon.
Maybe you'd like that. Followed by something nice and sweet.
Unless your tastes have changed.
Can't we just stop?
The only reason we are here,
is because he is dying.
You promised not to tell.
Yes, he told me. That you're dying.
And now you want absolution so you can feel safe.
While we have to carry on without you, just like when you abandoned us.
I forgive you.
All good?
Does that help?
Actually, yes.
Now I remember how it was before I left.
You never remarried.
- Or had any close relationships. - What the hell do you know?
Ask yourself why.
Jeppe, I have you. That's enough for me.
I don't need more.
At least not this.
See? He's leaving again.
Like he always has.
He never did anything for you. I made you into the man you are.
That was uncalled for.
I asked you to be nice. That's the least you could do.
- Dad is dying. - We all are.
There!
Thank you.
To bad you're going into the pool, and not me.
Man, that stinks!
What are you doing?
- What's going on? - Ask him.
Kjølsen?
We're moving to Spain. We've had enough, you fuck!
Stop staring at me!
Good to see you again.
I've looked at your numbers. Congrats.
Top five so far this year.
The same names pop up when it comes to profits from stock trading.
And that makes me wonder. Do you have some special talent?
I wouldn't start there.
1400 Norwegians are worth 100 million or more.
From real estate, commerce, inheritance, refugee centers,
fish, child welfare institutions, or the stock market.
365,000 Norwegians own stock.
But 80 % of all the profits
go to a group of 500 people.
Only 0.2 % make big money.
The second best can maybe buy a cabin.
It's who you know and what you know. It isn't luck, it's knowledge.
Do you know who said "All men are created equal"?
- Thomas Jefferson? - Yes.
He had six children with one of his slaves.
He fucked her when she was 14. Maybe he wrote that to impress her.
It was written as a response to slavery, but why did they have slaves?
Why did some people work for free?
Because more-advanced countries
could take free labor from the less-developed countries.
It still works that way.
It's like that here now.
All men are not created equal.
Some are born with a different drive.
They are willing to work much harder to achieve what they want.
To help themselves. Get the job done.
I'm a rich, white man in one of the richest countries in the world.
I won the lottery, and then multiplied it a thousand times.
I don't feel bad about that.
I don't create anything.
Factory workers create something. Bakers create something.
It's an extremely warped society.
But I get to sit in the shade while others pick the cotton.
You're actually serious.
I am.
You want me to write that?
- Yes. - You're hanging yourself.
No, I'm not.
Because I don't give a fuck, and nobody can touch me.
We like to think we live in a social democracy
where everyone actually is equal.
- This is very incendiary. - Please.
Look around you.
There's no equality.
Bread and circus has been replaced by TV and tacos.
It's all a joke. We're born and we die.
In the meantime, try to do your best to have a good life.
Money gives you a better life than if you're broke. So I have money.
There's no medals for trying.
"I want to do what's right."
No.
Fuck off.
You only have to answer to yourself.
If people could understand that, they would have a lot more fun.
You get the check.
With pleasure.
Talk to you later.
- Hello. - Krøvel here.
- Hi, how are you doing? - Fine.
On my way to the bank now.
I'll fly home tomorrow for another round. You?
I've taken a short vacation.
I needed some peace and quiet.
Get rid of the things that make you feel alienated,
embrace the things that make you feel connected.
I learned that at rehab, so now I'm going back to nature.
- I'll just finish up here. - Talk to you later.
Nice dance.
That's how we do it in the lobster business.
So? All good?
- All good. - Good.
What now?
I'm sorry.
You know...
It's not you, it's just me. I'm not used to this.
For me it feels kind of strange to...
How long are you
hired for?
Why do you want to know?
Why? I just...
Until about
eight last night.
So...
What now?
Can I buy you dinner?
Yeah.
Of course. I know a great seafood restaurant a couple of blocks away.
Meat.
- Meat would be great if you don't mind. - No, I don't mind.
- Feeling better? - Not really.
Vengeance, victory, whatever I wanted.
Those are just words.
But they give you a seat at the table.
What you do with that, is up to you. Cheers!
Maybe I need something to do.
I should find something.
- What did you do? - I started show jumping.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
To maintain my social status.
My daughters like to ride, you frequent the right people.
Bygdøy Royal Estate.
Where all the mothers have new boobs.
And everyone sleeps with everyone.
That part was okay.
After four months I got an education and started what I'm doing now.
And what is it you do?
Dog grooming.
I shampoo spoiled handbag accessories.
The money is good.
Here's to that!
William: Go home. The kids need you. I'm not there.
I'm not sure if this is good news.
Then just keep drinking.
Cheers!
Cheers.
That feels so good!
- Hi, honey. - No!
I don't want you here.
Hi, kids. Daddy's home.
Daddy!
How's it going? Hi, Thelma.
Hey, buddy! Oops, are you okay?
I've missed you so much! Go sit back down.
Is this my seat?
Something smells great. Pizza?
- Can we watch Harry Potter? - Sure, let's watch Harry Potter.
I'm just going to take a shower.
Here's the deal:
I'm going to take a shower, and when I come back down,
we'll pretend nothing has happened.
Any problems with that?
No?
Henrik?
Hello.
A little quiet tonight?
What would you like?
Funny you should ask.
I'd like two gin & tonics.
As much gin as possible, as little tonic as possible.
Hi there.
Quick question.
Have you ever been fucked by an eagle?
Is that a bad pick-up line?
It sounds like a song title.
Huge beak.
Ship ahoy, Veile.
Going on a trip?
A little sea voyage?
Does it hurt?
Just a little sore.
Fitting song.
How long have you been doing this?
A long time.
Don't you ever get tired of it?
I take some time off now and then.
I saw a shrink once.
She said that the more money you make,
the less connected you feel to society.
True, that's how it is.
Why don't you just quit?
Live off the money you have?
I've always thought that 55 is my number.
I'll quit the day I turn 55.
Then I'll still be young and can enjoy the money.
Or maybe my glass is just half full.
Just the mental one, fortunately. You can refill the other one whenever.
Listen...
Thank you.
Again.
I don't often
make new friends.
Me neither.
Are you sure you don't want to come along?
I have to collect my thoughts.
So, here we are again.
Maybe you'd like to tell me what happened this time.
Or can't you remember
anything this time either?
That...
I haven't...
Okay.
It wasn't enough to scare her so she lost her baby?
You had to beat her too?
Did you want to punish her?
I didn't do that.
I haven't been anywhere near her. I swear.
If you do one more thing I don't like,
I'm going to make your life a living hell.
Nothing?
What about this?
I haven't been at your place.
Don't you fucking lie to me!
I think that should do it.
That's your voice, isn't it?
I understand how this must look.
But she may not be as innocent as she seems.
Is that too hard for you?
To see both sides of a situation?
You mean where she gets pregnant with your best friend?
She moves out.
You make her lose her child. But that's not enough for you.
Because you have to own everything. You have to own her.
- No. - No?
Is that why you told her janitor you were her brother
and got a key to her apartment?
Where were you going tonight?
With the boat. A little trip to Nice?
We found millions of kroner on board.
What do you think the Economic Crime Authority will say about that?
Okay.
Here's how it is.
Okay.
I have money, you know that.
If I put it on my boat, that's my choice.
But you have searched my boat
without a warrant.
I have enough money to tie up you and the courts for years.
There's one thing you should know about me,
Jon Erik Hartmann, Danmarksgate 50.
I'm very good at getting away with almost anything.
Your first fight club?
I can keep track of your rounds.
I'm only going one round.