Fangavaktin (2009) s01e06 Episode Script

1
The warden, pending
permission from his superiors,
is authorized to grant a
short-term leave to an inmate,
to allow him to visit a
seriously ill relative.
Art. 46 of the law for
serving prison sentences
Good day.
Good day.
The Minister of Justice
and I have decided to
try to reach a
compromise with you.
You won't get your
building, that's certain,
but I have a room that I
can turn over to you.
Here we go.
Yes yes yes.
And this hunger tripe
hopefully ends now.
Since all of my
demands have been met,
I end the hunger strike
effectivelynow.
Here is a small reward
for your generosity.
A list of noted
rule violations.
You'll be quiet then.
Well, here are your meds.
Are you sure you
need them all?
I'll take one now and
- Keep the rest for later.
Yes.
- That's good.
There you go.
Ready?
- I have a shoe, I'm in.
Are you folding?
- Too late now, I'm showing.
Hello dear Ólafur.
Nice to see you here.
I'm here because of you.
The Total Sauna stock
was damaged.
Damaged?
- 2 or 3 of them didn't work.
I counted on you, my boy.
Then I wound up with a debt
of 1.7 million.
- It's sold on TV for less.
Those are just junk replicas,
these had been certified
by doctors and scientists.
- But I gave you a check.
Ólafur, you betrayed me.
I had to pay off a huge
loan that was defaulted.
in here because of that, not me.
You owe me 1.7 million.
I don't have that much.
Don't you own something,
like a car or such?
Yeah. -I'll take it as
part of the debt.
The Queen?
- That blue rustbucket?
It's not worth 10 grand.
- It's been modified for 38"s.
You have to pay your debts.
Don't you know about business?
Isn't this good enough?
Clean up all the dirt
before applying the wax.
Otherwise the dirt will be
permanently stuck there.
Aren't you going to help?
I have other things to do.
How many journalists does
your paper intend to send?
And that includes people
from your website as well?
No, I understand.
I give you my thanks and
look forwards to seeing you.
There will be refreshments.
There's a 10-minute rule
for using the phone!
He's been on the phone
for fucking 30 minutes.
Greetings and good day.
I am Georg Bjarnfreðarson.
Can you put me through to
the Minister of Education?
I don't understand
He's asking you
about med school, DanÍel.
I have a design
here for shelf brackets
with holes on both arms,
I need 60 of them by 2 o'clock!
We'll never pull
that off!-It must be done!
The reading center will
be opened later today!
I need to file these
pipes down for Árborg!
If you refuse to do this
I'll report you to Jóhanna!
I have her full authority
in this matter!
The Minister of Education
and the press are coming!
I need to have these
done by 4 o'clock!
You bend'em and drill'em!
I'll be back here at 2
and they will be ready,
thank you very much!
Is the painting ready?
- Sure. It's over there.
I see. Good.
Ólafur! Is the sign ready?
- What sign?
The sign I asked you to make
for the Georgsstofa.
I'll do it later.
- I need it now.
The opening is at 5 o' clock.
- Relax, look at this.
I'm gonna sink this ball
without touching these two.
That's impossible.
- Wanna bet?
I don't have to bet on it.
It's plain to see.
Unlike the sign you promised
to make for me.
5000 kronur that I can
make the shot.
Are you going to pay me 5000
kronur to look like an idiot here?
Thank you very much.
See? Who's the idiot now?
That's a magic act!
It's prepared in advance,
well rehearsed in advance.
No, it's just a trick shot.
- Exactly! You tricked me.
This was a setup.
You were trying to trick me.
You won't make any
money off of me, Ólafur.
You owe me 5 grand.
- Not for some trick.
Have the sign ready by
4 o' clock at the latest.
And one of those
first aid dolls.
Yes.
- The ones you practice on.
I got one of those
for my confirmation.
It had lungs and all.
I also had a head.
Where you could take your
brain out and the eyes.
And when Gutti died, my
dad had me dissect it.
But I wanted to bury it.
I haven't forgiven that.
Gutti?
- My guinea pig.
Right. Are you here
to sign up? -No.
I'm here to sign up.
- Yes, in what field?
Medical field. -He'll
be doing it off-campus.
Sure.
Hey.
- Howdy.
How was isolation?
Calm.
That was some fiasco.
Yeah. Sorry about me
losing myself like that.
Dude, you don't have to
apologize to me.
Smash it.
I think horses are off
the menu here for good.
I'm gonna take a piss.
- Sure thing.
Is the sign ready?
Georgstof?
- Yeah.
It was to read
Georgsstofa. Two S's.
There isn't room for
more letters.
This is nonsense! Nothing
exists with this name.
It's an abbrevation.
Everybody does that today.
You have betrayed me Ólafur!
- Like you and those 5000?
That was a small jest.
- You didn't say that.
Ususally you say "joke"
or something similar.
I would never use
that word.
You still owe
me the money!
Nn
Right. You are right Ólafur.
- Yes.
Here are the 5000 kronur
that I owe you.
Thanks for that.
Why do I have to shout at
you to get a point across?
Yes. Exactly.
This is great
work here, Ólafur.
DanÍel, we really don't
have the time for this.
We're an hour late.
- Just a while.
Hello?
- Ylfa? It's DanÍel.
Hi.
- Hiiii.
Hello there.
I'll be darned.
We did this.
- Yeah.
Júlia. Meet our boys.
We never really do
anything together. -No.
Why don't we do
something fun together?
Us and the kidsgo out
into the country.
That would be really nice.
- Yes, it would be so fun.
Yes.
- Yeah.
But shouldn't we get
married first?
I'm joking.
That
was exactly what I
was going to say next.
We areyou know. Alike.
Ylfa
What's your
last name again?
DÍs Jónsdóttir.
- Ylfa DÍs Jónsdóttir.
Will you marry me?
- Yes!
Come on. Join in.
5 grand? That won't even
cover the interests.
It's just the first payment.
Do you know what the daily
interests are? 10-15 grand.
Then this goes towards that.
- And the loan is 1.7 million.
I only earn 10 grand a week.
I can't pay you more today.
You'll have to find some
way, my son.
If anyone owes anyone
anything here, it's him.
When I was in my summer
job while I was a teenager,
I never saw any money.
When I came to get my pay,
I would always be told
that I had already been paid.
I was like Uh no?
Yes. Your father came earlier
and picked up your paycheck.
I owned the money from my
confirmation for 15 minutes.
What's with you and horses?
Are you obsessed with them?
They are my friends.
Kjarkur always came to me
when I approached him.
Kjarkur?
- My horse. I tamed him myself.
I could lead him around
with my little finger.
I only had to think it,
and he would follow.
The old man tried to teach
me to tame horses,
but it was Kjarkur that
tought me to tame himself.
The old man? Your father?
He couldn't tame horses.
He could only break them.
Killed their spirit.
Exhausted them, tied them up
and beat them to obedience.
That's how he was.
Tried to force everything.
The stables would go still
whenever he entered them.
I see. -He won't
bother anyone anymore.
So you had a serious
talk with him?
When I was released
from the home,
he sent me to a home when
my mother died.
The day I left, I told him
to leave Kjarkur alone.
If he would ever ride him
or as much as touch him,
I would come back
and finish him off.
He had been alone at the
farm for quite some time.
Everything was run down
and the horses
Kjarkur was alone out
in the field.
But the field was barren.
Not a single straw of grass.
I approached him
he was limp, had a sore back
and his eyes were swollen
from the beatings.
One of his front hooves was
cracked right through.
Most of his teeth broken
so he couldn't feed himself.
The old man had broken him.
The spark in his eyes was gone.
I saw that he recognized me,
but he wouldn't follow me.
He was too scared.
What has been broken
cannot be mended.
I wanted to remember
Kjarkur as he was,
when the old man said
that I could have him.
So I bid Kjarkur
farewell, and went to the homestead.
The old man was drunk
and shouting obscenities.
So Italked to him
about the horses.
Nice story.
I would be up for that,
to just talk to my dad
and work things out.
Listen. Do I hear
springtime in the air?
Huht?
It's 20 minutes past.
I have to be elsewhere in 10.
Yes yes.
Very well.
People will just miss
this event.
I bid you all welcome
to this opening
Continue.
I'll be right there.
The inmates of Litla-Hraun
were given a library,
which includes "Battling for
Bread" by Tryggvi Emilsson,
from Einar Olgeirsson's
private library
and contains his
autograph, "Ex libris".
I have to be going now.
Then I'll cut to the chase
and hereby open Georgsstofa.
Scissors.
Ketill, the scissors.
Pose yourselves.
Ketill, you stand aside.
Hold on, I'll fetch
- That's good.
the book.
That's good
Thank you.
Hello Bjarnfreður.
- Who is this?
This is Georg, your son.
- What do you want?
I wanted to know why you
didn't attend the opening.
I told you, Georg, that I
would not go back there.
I think you would have
enjoyed the occasion.
Possibly been a little
proud of me.
It's a special library
attributed to myself.
I got plenty of attention
from your silly attempt
at a hunger strike.
- I was fighting for my cause.
You make a mockery of the
real struggles out there.
Who do you think you are,
Bobby Sands?
I am a prisoner of
conscience here, as you know.
I'm busy. I have people
to attend to.
I'm sorry to bother you.
Farewell, Bjarnfreður.
There's a photo of
me in the paper!
There are many words
there I don't understand.
The only other time my
photo's been in the paper
was when I got stuck in
a window during a robbery.
It says here that a convict
at Litla-Hraun, namely you,
had in a letter renounced
his U.S. citizenship,
and due to the contents
of the letter,
the U.S. has barred you
from entering the country.
They've exiled you.
What do you mean exiled?
- You can never go there.
But I can still visit
my dad, right?
No, they won't even let
you into the country.
But your father is free
to come visit you here.
As much as he likes.
- Georg, what have you done?
We took a mutual decision.
- I didn't want this.
We discussed this.
- No, not this.
You were going to help me,
you know what you were doing,
you've been to 5
universities.
I I
Can't I take it back?
No, that's not possible.
Ketill dear
My name is not Ketill!
Ketill?
Listen, Ólafur dear.
- What?
My dear boy, I just wanted
to apologize for charging you.
Just forget about it.
It's just a mix-up on my end.
I wanted to return you this.
Thanks for that.
Can it be that I owe you
some money? From long ago?
You just sort it out and
we'll arrange a payment plan.
Let's just call it even?
- Good.
You'll have to wait a bit,
Dr. Sigurlaug is running late.
Is that OK?
- Sure.
Georg?
Why don't you run the meeting?
Me? No.
- Of course you should.
You're good with this stuff.
- I do have a psychiatry degree.
Exactly. Come on.
- Very well.
I barely need to introduce
myself, but to be polite
I'll do so anyway.
I'm Georg Bjarnfreðarson,
and as DanÍel said earlier
I have both a degree
in psychiatry and pedagogy
from the Lund University
in Sweden. But what we are
going to do here today
is known as "gruppterapy",
which is quite different
from the flea circus that
Sigurlaug has managed so far.
What's grupp-rapy?
- Don't worry about that,
it'll explain itself
in due time,
and keep in mind that
I am a professional.
Ólafur. You start.
Tell us how you feel.
WellI've been somewhat
upset by me and dad being
Stop, you're doing it wrong.
Here we have a text-book
example of a man who's
below average intelligence.
Then we have his father here,
who's afflicted likewise.
Men like you should
quite frankly be castrated,
so that you can run around
in acts of lust,
but would be incapable of
having offspring,
because they won't
ever be better than this.
Hey now
But, despite his flaws,
Ólafur is a nice person.
Unlike you, and all of
most of you in here.
This is bullshit.
- Sssh!
Do not disturb the
therapy session.
You've been a total idiot!
- No, you!
You've ruined everything!
I was going to move to
the U.S. and visit my dad.
- Get out! Get out of here!
I am in charge here
and will not tolerate
any interruptions.
- Exactly!
Who made you in charge?
- Listen to Georg.
Do you think I don't see right through
you?-What's he talking about
It's your own fault that
you are in this position.
You are so right Georg.
You have to be responsible.
Exactly.
I, for example, was very
angry at him for a while.
But not anymore.
- What are you babbling, loser?
Why don't you two
just go and make out?
You're a loser yourself!
A violent drug dealer.
At least I haven't
killed anyone.
Stupid and uneducated apes!
You're all beyond salvation!
Hey, Ólafur.
I'm getting married.
OK. Congratulations.
I'm getting married?
- Uhhyeah?
And I know what's best
for all of you!
You've ruined my name!
I don't even know who I am!
It was for your own good.
- No! It was not good.
You were going to help me.
I thought you were my friend,
but then you're just a phony
that's betrayed everyone!
Sit down!
We may be criminals,
but we're not dishonest.
Exactly.
Shit. Shit fucking shit.
You're like retarded babies!
- You're the fucking retard!
I've tried to raise your
intelligence to another level
but you struggle against it.
But I'm on to you!
Oh?
Because I'm smarter than you.
I've gathered information
about you all and regularly
made reports to the warden.
What damn information?
- Smuggling, drugs,
contraband items in cells,
cellphones, erotic videos
That was you?!?
- Yes!
I-I-I did it all for you.
A higher level?
Gas! Gas! Gas!