The Sea Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Sea Script


  

  

 

                   

Memoirs

of Thordur Ágústsson



 

                   

Why this sudden love

of the truth?



 

                   

Since I'm writing this bullshit,



 

                   

what's the sense in lying?



 

                   

Is that why you've called the

children back all of a sudden?



 

                   

They're entitled to find out

before anyone else.



 

                   

Charles de Gaulle Airport.

We're in a hurry.



 

                   

They'll have to twiddle

their thumbs for a living.



 

                   

They're old now,

you know.



  

                   

Good job they're

being paid to stop.



  

                   

Assholes!

Look beyond the present!



  

                   

If we all thought that way,



  

                   

we'd end up in Brussels.



  

                   

Why live in Iceland

if it isn't economically viable?



  

                   

What'll they do

once they've chopped up their boats



  

                   

and sold the village's quotas?



  

                   

- They can't eat their Jeeps!

- The world's changing.



  

                   

People want better

work for their kids.



  

                   

In Europe,

there are millions on the dole.



  

                   

Here, everyone has a job.



  

                   

Here comes the Hamar,

filled to the gunwales.



  

                   

Bloody Mangi

doesn't waste time.



  

                   

    tons, at least.



  

                   

The cook's taking a leak!



  

                   

Isn't that Hrodmar?



  

                   

You recognize him

from here?



  

                   

You bet. He's had kids

with three of my friends.



  

                   

A nice guy.



  

                   

Don't blow it so hard.

The mucus blocks your sinuses.



  

                   

- Says who?

- Axel, the doctor.



  

                   

Is he sober now?



  

                   

- I have to listen to you snore.

- Sleep, then you won't hear me.



  

                   

Bloody hell!



  

                   

This place is like

an international airport.



  

                   

- Hello, Dad.

- What do you want?



  

                   

Haraldur and I have checked

the accounts.



  

                   

They're not looking good.



  

                   

A unit this size

can't be cost-effective.



  

                   

To be competitive on a global level,

we must merge.



  

                   

If we do that,

fishing and processing



  

                   

will start to become profitable.



  

                   

Nothing's for sale here.

Neither me, nor the company.



  

                   

Consider the offer, Dad,

before turning it down.



  

                   

When hell freezes over!



  

                   

You've got quotas from    fishermen.

This place dies without us.



  

                   

- We want to make it work.

- Rubbish!



  

                   

You want to do processing

on board the boats.



  

                   

- No more fish here.

- Dad, that's progress.



  

                   

Progress in the wrong

bloody direction, you dickheads!



  

                   

All you're doing is laying waste

to everything around you.



  

                   

Shit! What a fucking mess!



  

                   

I don't like the look of it.



  

                   

I don't like

the look of it at all!



  

                   

- The look of what?

- What does he want from us?



  

                   

- Maybe he'll send us a bill.

- I don't owe him a thing.



  

                   

Why do you let them buy up

the fishing quotas?



  

                   

What else can I do?

Go out and kill them?



  

                   

The days of the sagas are over.



  

                   

We can't compete

with the rich guys.



  

                   

They started out with nothing.



  

                   

Not like you.



  

                   

They have factory trawlers.



  

                   

You refused to invest in one.



  

                   

Hundreds of people on land

would have been out of a job.



  

                   

And so I'm stuck with    

unproductive, rheumatic geriatrics.



  

                   

Factory trawlers

throw half the catch away.



  

                   

It's criminal.



  

                   

They reckon dead fish

grow in the sea?



  

                   

What's Mangi's rusty tub

doing at our quay?



  

                   

We're buying his catch.



  

                   

We don't buy fish from Mangi.



  

                   

What has he done

to you anyway?



  

                   

None of your business.



  

                   

That's childish, Dad.

The factory needs fish.



  

                   

I don't care if you hate him.



  

                   

I refuse to let you buy

a single tail from Mangi!



  

                   

You hear me?



  

                   

The tub was filled

to the gunwales and...



  

                   

Hi, Thordur.

How's the fishing?



  

                   

Mind your own bloody

business, Mangi.



  

                   

And leave the women alone.



  

                   

You've nothing

to offer them anyway.



  

                   

Don't worry about him.

You know him.



  

                   

If someone else catches fish,

he gets depressed.



  

                   

They say you're selling

the whole business



  

                   

and moving to a retirement home

in the city.



  

                   

- Go on believing those lies.

- They say there's an indoor pool,



  

                   

a sauna, a massage parlor,

a manicurist and a pedicurist.



  

                   

They call it Pedicure Paradise.



  

                   

You'll be like

a pig in clover



  

                   

with all the other

shipowners.



  

                   

Handy for the hospital



  

                   

and just a stone's throw



  

                   

from the graveyard.



  

                   

What the hell's

mother doing here?



  

                   

Maria, try to take her home.



  

                   

- Bye, Thordur. Bye, Mom.

- Goodbye, dear.



  

                   

Send that old bag to the plant.



  

                   

She's perfectly fit,

she just refuses to die.



   

                   

Hello, Kata.

What are you buying?



   

                   

Were you told

to spy on me?



   

                   

Your feet are soaking.



   

                   

Mind your own business.



   

                   

- Where's the cognac?

- What brand?



   

                   

The best.



   

                   

I can't wait to see them.



   

                   

- Who's coming?

- Thordur's kids.



   

                   

I haven't seen Ágúst for two years.

I can't wait.



   

                   

Where has he been?



   

                   

He went to France years ago.



   

                   

To study business,

remember?



   

                   

Why are people always

on the bloody move?



   

                   

Don't they get enough

to eat here?



   

                   

No smoking in here.



   

                   

Want me to get you fired?



   

                   

I started smoking

too late in life.



   

                   

The biggest mistake

I ever made.



   

                   

Let me get a few ciggies in

before I die, okay?



   

                   

What a great view!



   

                   

What the hell's going on?



   

                   

I want to get away!

Right now!



   

                   

Stop it, Áslaug.

There's no sense in this.



   

                   

Everyone's staring at me. Why?

Why do they keep staring?



   

                   

Isn't that

what you're after?



   

                   

You're done up

like a Christmas tree.



   

                   

Get out! I hate you!



   

                   

What's wrong, Áslaug?



   

                   

When will you get

the fucking money?



   

                   

I've done all I can.



   

                   

The old man just won't sell.



   

                   

You'll miss the boat,

as usual.



   

                   

Are you going

to bankrupt us?



   

                   

No, Áslaug,

don't start that again, please.



   

                   

Don't touch me!



   

                   

After three stays in detox,

you're a joke.



   

                   

Shut it, Haraldur,

limp dick!



   

                   

Why are you going

around barefoot?



   

                   

I'm not like the other oldies.

My feet are always boiling hot.



   

                   

Put your socks on

before the guests arrive.



   

                   

Put them on!



   

                   

- She can't hear you.

- She hears what she wants.



   

                   

Kristin's never felt happy

in this house.



   

                   

- Only natural, it's not hers.

- Why isn't it her house?



   

                   

It was built for her sister.



   

                   

Mom and I have lived here

over    years.



   

                   

It's like these buggers

never work,



   

                   

they just spend all day

killing each other.



   

                   

Then they get down

on all fours



   

                   

and start wailing like wimps.



   

                   

They should send them to sea

and make real men of them.



   

                   

Forgive me.



   

                   

We have to stand together.



   

                   

We'll pull through,

won't we?



   

                   

Let's try to be nice

to each other.



   

                   

Kristin will have

to give us collateral.



   

                   

The house is in her name.



   

                   

She's bound to help.

She adores you.



   

                   

Putting up collateral

won't kill her.



   

                   

We have to get the old man

to move to Reykjavik.



   

                   

He'll only ever go feet first.



   

                   

I won't end my days

in this dump.



   

                   

What do you need, Áslaug?

Tell me one thing!



   

                   

What I need?



   

                   

Guess!



   

                   

You haven't got a clue

what I need?



   

                   

No, I don't have

the foggiest idea.



   

                   

You'll never understand

a thing.



   

                   

Can't you see we're fucked?



   

                   

Can I have the car keys?



   

                   

What are you tarted up for?



   

                   

- I'm picking up Ágúst.

- The bus isn't good enough?



   

                   

Come on, give me the keys.



   

                   

There's no need

to dress like a slut.



   

                   

I've made myself pretty

for Ágúst.



   

                   

Open the garage door

before you back out.



   

                   

Thanks for giving me

the dirty jobs.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

- What's new?

- Not a lot.



   

                   

She's put up

the collateral for you?



   

                   

Yes. Can we settle

everything now?



   

                   

The documents must be stamped.

It can take some time.



   

                   

I need that money.



   

                   

I know you do.



   

                   

I'm doing something

for the village.



   

                   

We'll try to move it along.



   

                   

This stays between us,

okay?



   

                   

Kristin's doing us a favor.

It's nothing to do with Thordur.



   

                   

I understand.



   

                   

Will you reopen

my account, then?



   

                   

As soon as I can.



   

                   

But loan repayments

take priority.



   

                   

That's our procedure here.



   

                   

Your wife...



   

                   

how's she doing?



   

                   

Hulda?



   

                   

She's fine,

as far as I know.



   

                   

Driver's license.



   

                   

I left it in my overalls.

Sorry.



   

                   

Car registration papers.



   

                   

Bóbó, I'm going to be late.



   

                   

I don't know

where the damn papers are.



   

                   

This car hasn't been inspected

for two years.



   

                   

I ought to remove

the license plates.



   

                   

What would Thordur say?



   

                   

- He doesn't run the police.

- Are you sure?



   

                   

Besides, you were speeding.



   

                   

Okay, one.



   

                   

Both.



   

                   

But no touching!



   

                   

Cut it out! Stop!



   

                   

I said no touching,

you creep!



   

                   

- Hi, you old bastard.

- Where did you get those tits?



   

                   

These?



   

                   

They're organically grown.



   

                   

- Don't you like them?

- Made in Iceland, you bet!



   

                   

She'll end up

killing someone.



   

                   

We need to have a word

with the old man.



   

                   

It's too late.

They say he's moving to the city.



   

                   

Everything's going

to the dogs.



   

                   

If Thordur's moving

to Reykjavik,



   

                   

small fry like us

had better start packing too.



   

                   

Is that bloody ram back?



   

                   

Didn't you take it

up the mountain?



   

                   

Damn it, that does it!



   

                   

Hello, Kristin.

Good to see you.



   

                   

You're as elegant as ever.



   

                   

- And you're as charming.

- You're too good for Dad.



   

                   

You got the sweater?



   

                   

It saved my life in France.

The cold is colder there.



   

                   

All this bloody racket...

can't people get some sleep here?



   

                   

Hello, Grandma.



   

                   

Hello, you little bastard.

Where have you been?



   

                   

In France, Grandma.



   

                   

Aren't the French

a load of wimps?



   

                   

Didn't they let Hitler

walk all over them?



   

                   

- Hitler's dead.

- Yes, so are the Jews.



   

                   

The German

have changed.



   

                   

True, they'll all be

Turks soon.



   

                   

This is Françoise.

We live together.



   

                   

She's pregnant.

By you?



   

                   

She says she hopes so.



   

                   

Hello, Dad.



   

                   

How are you feeling?



   

                   

There's nothing wrong with me

except bloody old age.



   

                   

This is my girlfriend,

Françoise.



   

                   

Now the toilet cisterns

are exploding.



   

                   

What's in the cisterns?



   

                   

Polluted gas

from the ground, stupid.



   

                   

Outside of fish,

you know nothing.



   

                   

Grandma's become

an ecologist.



   

                   

No, the Green lot

are all assholes.



   

                   

People who won't eat whale meat

don't deserve to live.



   

                   

I'll get rid of the channels

the old bag watches all night long.



   

                   

We should never

have come to the wilds



   

                   

in the middle of winter.



   

                   

I'd have rather

stayed at home.



   

                   

Shut up, Morten.



   

                   

- Why?

- You're boring us shitless.



   

                   

Thanks for the money

you sent for my studies, Dad.



   

                   

Let's hope it'll be put

to some use.



   

                   

Every ship needs a captain.



   

                   

The people here

need a leader.



   

                   

- You're here.

- I have one foot in the grave.



   

                   

- What about Haraldur?

- Too soft.



   

                   

You mean, he got seasick

when he went fishing?



   

                   

Leaders need to be able

to swallow their own vomit.



   

                   

When do you graduate?



   

                   

There's something

I should have told you...



   

                   

- There's work waiting here.

- It's about my studies.



   

                   

I'm not meddling

in your studies.



   

                   

And I have a girlfriend, Dad.



   

                   

That's your business,

not mine.



   

                   

We're expecting a baby.



   

                   

Children can be as happy here

as anywhere else.



   

                   

Dad, don't play deaf.

Françoise can't work here.



   

                   

You want to let her

support you?



   

                   

Or am I supposed

to keep giving you money?



   

                   

No, definitely not.



   

                   

Threatening a court case!

Because we moored at his quay.



   

                   

He doesn't own it

any more than I do!



   

                   

Is it true you kissed

my mother once?



   

                   

At a dance,

in front of everyone?



   

                   

Damn it, he can't bear

a grudge for years.



   

                   

Do you think that's normal?



   

                   

You shouldn't

have kissed her.



   

                   

I have a boat full of herring.

What do I do with the load?



   

                   

Land it with me.



   

                   

I'll give you a good price.

After all, you liked my mother.



   

                   

So there won't be

another write-up?



   

                   

I'm the one who runs

this company.



   

                   

We need

to restructure the firm.



   

                   

Haraldur will answer to you.



   

                   

In the long run, it wasn't me

paying for your studies,



   

                   

but the workers in the plant



   

                   

and the crews on the boats.



   

                   

What do you think your mother

would have wanted you to do?



   

                   

We have a debt to repay

to the people here, especially you.



   

                   

It's their fishing quota,

not ours.



   

                   

We're just here to manage it



   

                   

for the people

and the community.



   

                   

- I can't run a fishing business!

- Why the hell not?



   

                   

- You started work at   .

- I'm not the company's savior!



   

                   

You can't be sure of that.



   

                   

Ágúst, not many young men

get this kind of opportunity.



   

                   

Make the most of it!



   

                   

What are they saying?



   

                   

Ágúst is probably after more money.

It's obvious.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

They're here.



   

                   

- Yum, herring.

- It's not fit to eat.



   

                   

It's fit for a king.



   

                   

I ate bloody herring every day

when I was a kid.



   

                   

That's what's

kept you young.



   

                   

From New Year's

to the end of winter.



   

                   

Dried fulmar,

pickled herring.



   

                   

- And, Christ, did we fart!

- Grandma!



   

                   

We had the shits

until summer.



   

                   

We won't translate that.



   

                   

Please, help yourselves.



   

                   

- How are you studies going?

- Very well.



   

                   

- Are you going to do a PhD?

- Yes.



   

                   

- "Dr Ágúst"...impressive, huh?

- You just need to write reams



   

                   

about something

totally insignificant.



   

                   

Aren't you eating?



   

                   

- Is there any money in that?

- Ask her, not me.



   

                   

- Shut your mouth!

- Me?



   

                   

Yes, you.



   

                   

Please, have some more.



   

                   

We'd like to know

why you've brought us back.



   

                   

It's only natural.



   

                   

I'm not going

to live forever.



   

                   

You look pretty well,

all things considered.



   

                   

Kristin, show her

to her room.



   

                   

She's a real cutie.



   

                   

She'll leave once she finds out

what you're like.



   

                   

Weren't you

with a dancer before?



   

                   

Not a dancer, Morten,



   

                   

the whole company.



   

                   

We come all this way

to eat this shit



   

                   

from beyond the grave!



   

                   

Is there any Coke?



   

                   

Coke was invented

by the devil.



   

                   

In hell, demons pour Coke

onto the parched gums of the damned.



   

                   

Is this all there is?



   

                   

Take the kid down

to the service station



   

                   

- for a burger and fries.

- Me? Should I do that?



   

                   

Yes, please.



   

                   

Don't let your son and heir

die of hunger.



   

                   

Who'll pay off your loans

when you go?



   

                   

What have you

cooked up, Dad?



   

                   

Are we getting

Mom's bequest?



   

                   

You've had it, Ragnheidur.



   

                   

Not as far as I know.



   

                   

You spent    years

at film school in Poland



   

                   

learning to make

nappy commercials.



   

                   

You thought all that came free,

did you?



   

                   

What's he planning, Kristin?

What's going on?



   

                   

Have some more.



   

                   

Make yourselves at home.



   

                   

What do you say?



   

                   

Come on, what do you say?



   

                   

What do you say?



   

                   

Is Haraldur

sorting it all out?



   

                   

All what?



   

                   

A large or small portion

of fries?



   

                   

- Large or small?

- Large.



   

                   

They sell their quotas,



   

                   

then run off to the city

to play with a couple of billion.



   

                   

Who's doing that?



   

                   

You don't know

what they do with it?



   

                   

They play the stock market

in Reykjavik.



   

                   

Fried onions?



   

                   

Coke?



   

                   

Are you all right?



   

                   

Yes, a Coke.



   

                   

Family size, king size, big,

small bottle or can?



   

                   

Are you back,

you bastard?



   

                   

Fuck off out of here.



   

                   

Go, or you're for the pot!



   

                   

Fucking moron!



   

                   

What do we do

about your father?



   

                   

I've done what I can.



   

                   

He owns the company.

I don't.



   

                   

How about setting

the place on fire?



   

                   

Are you well insured?



   

                   

Do you know

a good doctor?



   

                   

A doctor?



   

                   

His mind's starting to go.



   

                   

We could have him certified

if necessary.



   

                   

Drastic measures

may be required.



   

                   

How do your brother

and sister feel?



   

                   

Could you get

their backing?



   

                   

What are we talking about?



   

                   

What we're talking about?



   

                   

Well, you could call it...



   

                   

a good commission.



   

                   

Will you help me

stuff the goose?



   

                   

Chop the fruit. Come on!



   

                   

I'll get some potatoes

from the cellar.



   

                   

Isn't that Bóbó?

Bóbó, as busy as ever.



   

                   

He couldn't write his name

by the age of   .



   

                   

Why are you dressed

as a policeman?



   

                   

He's switched

from gym teacher to policeman.



   

                   

It's the same whistle, right?



   

                   

And he can still go on



   

                   

fondling the girls' tits

and the boys' willies.



   

                   

And now he's getting

into sheep.



   

                   

You know it's a ram, right?



   

                   

Out with it, Haraldur!



   

                   

Is it a disaster?



   

                   

We're not bankrupt, no.



   

                   

You and Dad have

no sense of business.



   

                   

You plod on like cavemen,



   

                   

running job creation schemes

for immigrants.



   

                   

How much do you pay yourself

to stop quitting?



   

                   

I've been working here since

I was   ! What have you two done?



   

                   

You weren't fit

for anything else.



   

                   

But you've feathered

your nest.



   

                   

How much have you nicked?



   

                   

Dad's not well,

neither physically nor mentally.



   

                   

I wouldn't be

so sure of that.



   

                   

He seems

clear-headed now,



   

                   

but some days...



   

                   

He keeps on giving orders

that make no sense.



   

                   

People don't know

what to think.



   

                   

All the same,

they respect him.



   

                   

That's not respect,

it's servility.



   

                   

When we invested

in the new boat,



   

                   

he claimed his signature

was forged.



   

                   

- And was it?

- Of course not!



   

                   

Who could get away with that?



   

                   

He's going senile, that's all.



   

                   

That opens up

some possibilities.



   

                   

I accept your offer.



   

                   

I'll sort it out somehow.

You can count on me.



   

                   

What a stink!



   

                   

You stink of fish.



   

                   

Is it true you hate men?



   

                   

Women let men make fools of them,

don't they?



   

                   

It's pretty common.



   

                   

Know what I do at night?



   

                   

I chew my way

through my quilt...



   

                   

and then I wake up

covered with feathers!



   

                   

Feel my heart.

It's bursting.



   

                   

I love that bastard.



   

                   

I love him!



   

                   

Pizza.



   

                   

Put it on

our granddad's account.



   

                   

You're eating pizza

in the middle of the day?



   

                   

- So what?

- We were starving.



   

                   

- Where's your mother?

- Sloshed in bed.



   

                   

That's enough pizza, okay?



   

                   

The amount you order

is half my salary!



   

                   

So what?



   

                   

- Don't drown in Coke!

- Don't choke on your temper.



   

                   

Why are you asleep

in the day?



   

                   

Dad's asked us

over for dinner.



   

                   

That's going to be fun!



   

                   

Let's act like grown-ups

and try to get through it



   

                   

without

disgracing ourselves.



   

                   

What's happening, Kalli?

Where are all the fun people?



   

                   

The place is

full of foreigners.



   

                   

No one wants

to work in fish.



   

                   

Just assholes like them.



   

                   

They spend all night

over a cup of tea.



   

                   

Too cheap to buy a beer.



   

                   

I have to charge the same

for a tea-bag to make a living.



   

                   

Is Haraldur diddling

the company?



   

                   

He's in a good position to.



   

                   

So you think he's stealing?



   

                   

I said he's

in a good position to.



   

                   

And who doesn't do it

if he's in a position to?



   

                   

People always abuse a position

if they're in a position to abuse.



   

                   

You're right!



   

                   

Do you have jasmine tea?



   

                   

Jasmine?



   

                   

Fucking hell!



   

                   

We're closed.



   

                   

We're closed, kid.



   

                   

That soup was fantastic!



   

                   

The best lobster soup

I've ever tasted.



   

                   

Thank you, Morten.



   

                   

Cloudberry jam.



   

                   

Here's to Thordur and Kristin!



   

                   

You're not

saying much, Dad.



   

                   

What do you want

to talk about, Ragnheidur?



   

                   

The sea's in its place,

so are the mountains,



   

                   

until the next landslide.



   

                   

A high quota and immigrant workers

with no choice?



   

                   

Stick to what you know.



   

                   

Your ideas on women's rights

date from the Stone Age.



   

                   

Why did you bring us

all the way out here?



   

                   

Do herrings have a soul?



   

                   

Has the last cod

just raised the white flag?



   

                   

I'll say what I have to say

when the time is right.



   

                   

The mountain's pregnant.



   

                   

It will soon go into labor.



   

                   

Excellent wine.



   

                   

The meat isn't too dry?



   

                   

You never know

how long a goose needs.



   

                   

Some geese

don't need much time.



   

                   

They're always ready.



   

                   

You work magic

in the kitchen.



   

                   

The sauce is delicious.



   

                   

What's Mangi up to

these days?



   

                   

He was landing fish

at our quay.



   

                   

His wife's dead,

but life goes on.



   

                   

Both his sons are at sea

and they're doing well.



   

                   

Maybe you should have

screwed them instead, Ragnheidur.



   

                   

She did.



   

                   

In a hut by the beach.

We watched through a crack.



   

                   

We didn't come here

to be insulted like this!



   

                   

Calm down!



   

                   

No one believes this clown.



   

                   

Morten does.

His ears are bright red.



   

                   

My ears?



   

                   

Give me my cognac, Kristin.



   

                   

You don't drink

cognac with goose.



   

                   

What preserves a corpse best,

cognac or red wine?



   

                   

Cognac, of course.



   

                   

So give me cognac.



   

                   

- It's wrong leaving what you love.

- What could I do?



   

                   

Rot away here

like Haraldur?



   

                   

You can't freeze love

like a gutted fish.



   

                   

I swear, Maria...



   

                   

I thought you'd change your mind

like people do when they grow up.



   

                   

- No, I never change my mind.

- That's dangerous.



   

                   

I love you, you bastard!



   

                   

Sorry...



   

                   

I wanted to see the cellar.



   

                   

You've seen

the cellar, Morten.



   

                   

Now fuck off!



   

                   

"According

to my accountant,



   

                   

you, my children,



   

                   

have for some time

now exhausted



   

                   

every rightful claim

to the estate I have administered



   

                   

since your mother's death.



   

                   

I have kept a register



   

                   

of all the assets

that you have received from me.



   

                   

And I've kept

all the receipts.



   

                   

To ensure that the community's

resources and livelihood



   

                   

remain in responsible hands,



   

                   

I have taken measures

concerning the company



   

                   

that will be announced

in due time."



   

                   

You will get nothing from me.



   

                   

Any claims in connection

with the estate...



   

                   

will be against you.



   

                   

An angel flew by.



   

                   

Mother, perhaps.



   

                   

The weather's turning bad,



   

                   

the sea's getting rougher.



   

                   

I don't give a fuck

about the weather.



   

                   

I hate your country weather!



   

                   

And I hate the people

even more!



   

                   

I was buried alive

in this fucking weather for years!



   

                   

When I went to bed,

there were black clouds over my bed.



   

                   

We're not prisoners here.



   

                   

We can go abroad

when we feel like it.



   

                   

We're seven hours

from a London hotel room.



   

                   

Wonderful! Pick the place

where you want to get bored.



   

                   

What do you think

of these mountains, Áslaug?



   

                   

Does it turn you on

having a landslide



   

                   

- thrust up between your legs?

- Ragnheidur!



   

                   

Ragnheidur starts to get nasty

when she drinks.



   

                   

"Starts"?

She's always been that way.



   

                   

We just wait till she calms down,

like stormy weather.



   

                   

Shut up about

the fucking weather!



   

                   

- Eat something, you prick!

- I'm not hungry.



   

                   

Eat shit then.



   

                   

Or shitty dried seabird

if you want.



   

                   

You're getting blasted again?



   

                   

Mind your own business!



   

                   

- What are you looking for?

- My cigarettes.



   

                   

Smoking will kill you.



   

                   

Men haven't got the brains

to live or die.



   

                   

Is it a matter of brains?



   

                   

Your late sister didn't need it

all spelled out for her.



   

                   

It's nice you have

fond memories of her.



   

                   

She had the brains to die.



   

                   

Have I ever bothered you?



   

                   

I don't suppose so.

I'm half-dead anyway.



   

                   

Then again...



   

                   

who knows?

Maybe you have.



   

                   

I wouldn't be surprised

if you killed your sister.



   

                   

She wasn't blind.



   

                   

She saw what was going on

around her.



   

                   

May God forgive you

for those words,



   

                   

because no one else

will be able to.



   

                   

God never forgives. But He spares

those who don't deserve it.



   

                   

Ragnheidur...



   

                   

Got any Coke?



   

                   

It won't work, Áslaug.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

- The signature's forged.

- Who says?



   

                   

I called Kristin.



   

                   

That fucking bitch!



   

                   

I'll keep the file safely.



   

                   

As a souvenir.



   

                   

No wonder your dad didn't believe

anyone would ever want to fuck you!



   

                   

Sales order



   

                   

What the hell is going on?



   

                   

Have you gone crazy,

you bitch?



   

                   

You're mad,

you're going to kill me!



   

                   

Ragnheidur, please!

For pity's sake!



   

                   

Put me down!



   

                   

Put the car down!



   

                   

Dad, as your children,

we all agree.



   

                   

Kristin and you

deserve a change.



   

                   

- We want to sell the company.

- That's out of the question.



   

                   

Ágúst will be taking it over soon.



   

                   

Ágúst?



   

                   

That's unrealistic. He's

a musician, he's having a child.



   

                   

You don't know

what realistic is.



   

                   

It's not business,

it's religion to fillet fish



   

                   

at every godforsaken

place around.



   

                   

We want

to help Kristin, Dad.



   

                   

The house is too big for her.



   

                   

There's an apartment

for you in Reykjavik.



   

                   

You're not sending me off

to some hospice!



   

                   

You can drag

my body around



   

                   

after I die, not before!



   

                   

Here's a written declaration.



   

                   

We'll see to the details later.



   

                   

It's the only way, Dad.



   

                   

I want to talk to the old man.



   

                   

Find him yourself.



   

                   

I dream of making a film

about a transparent woman.



   

                   

What are you?

A legally certified ghost?



   

                   

You can always fool yourself,

but you can't fool me.



   

                   

I remember the way

you looked at Mom when she was ill.



   

                   

- Children notice such things.

- Calm down.



   

                   

We'd lie there and listen

to the bed creaking.



   

                   

I can still hear it now.



   

                   

The sound of your fucking orgasms

still echoes in my head.



   

                   

You realize what that can do

to an unformed child's mind?



   

                   

Listening to your mother's

death throes



   

                   

mixed with the grunting

of your father and your aunt?



   

                   

Ágúst and Maria



   

                   

have disappeared

into the dark together.



   

                   

And if they find a place

somewhere to make love,



   

                   

whose fault is that?



   

                   

Isn't it time to face up to that

before you destroy anymore souls?



   

                   

Sign this, and we can keep

the company going



   

                   

in another form, as shareholders

in a big trawler company.



   

                   

I won't let you destroy

the work of a lifetime.



   

                   

Are you deaf,

you stubborn old fuck?



   

                   

No one was talking

about fish here.



   

                   

What about you, Ágúst,

do you want to sell too?



   

                   

You want to destroy

my life's work too?



   

                   

Will you betray me too?



   

                   

- What do you know about me?

- What do you want me to know?



   

                   

I gave up business

studies ages ago.



   

                   

I presume

you'd learnt enough.



   

                   

Why were our clothes

home-made as kids?



   

                   

Why didn't he speak

when fishing was bad?



   

                   

Why were we all scared

when he was at home?



   

                   

Why did you unplug the main fuse

when you went to bed?



   

                   

I didn't teach you to complain.



   

                   

He's given his life to fishing.

He's never needed us.



   

                   

No, thank God,

I've never needed you for anything.



   

                   

You cried crocodile tears

when mother died.



   

                   

After all, her substitute

was close at hand.



   

                   

Almost the same,

but twice as malleable.



   

                   

Ágúst, that's enough!



   

                   

Everyone knows

Maria's your daughter.



   

                   

Conceived while mother

was on her deathbed.



   

                   

But you weren't man enough

to admit it!



   

                   

When were you going

to tell us?



   

                   

Were we supposed

to read about it



   

                   

in the memoirs

of the great Thordur Ágústsson?



   

                   

Is that why you brought us here?

To tell us that?



   

                   

A final confession

to erase all your fucking sins?



   

                   

To leave us in hell



   

                   

while you stroll around in heaven?



   

                   

You didn't even have the guts



   

                   

to face up to the truth.



   

                   

And so you're hiding

behind the "measures"



   

                   

for this fucking antiquated

freezing plant.



   

                   

How did you reckon

you could change anything?



   

                   

Nothing's happened inside

your head since the     s!



   

                   

Sign the document.



   

                   

Are you so stupid you think



   

                   

I'll sign some document



   

                   

in the middle of the night?



   

                   

You're more stupid

than I thought.



   

                   

I thought

you'd see reason.



   

                   

Hand in your keys in the morning

and clear out your office.



   

                   

Otherwise, that forged

mortgage on this house



   

                   

goes straight to the police.



   

                   

You can't do this to me

after all these years...



   

                   

Losing your nerve again...



   

                   

I've worked for this company

since I was   .



   

                   

If you don't sign,



   

                   

you'll be declared

non compos mentis.



   

                   

You won't be able to manage

your own affairs.



   

                   

The three of us decided

to have you certified as mad.



   

                   

After all, you went crazy

years ago.



   

                   

You should have sold that shit

a long time ago!



   

                   

But you'll carry on until

some minister abolishes the quota.



   

                   

You'll be left

with nothing to sell!



   

                   

Do you understand

or do you refuse to understand?



   

                   

You'll oppose us till you die?



   

                   

Sign, you senile fool!



   

                   

You can't oppress

everyone anymore.



   

                   

Take this!

Will you take this?!



   

                   

What do you know about me?



   

                   

You've never done

a day's work in your lives!



   

                   

What do you know

about being faithful?



   

                   

You swap partners the way

others change their clothes!



   

                   

You don't know

what it's like...



   

                   

to live for    years



   

                   

with a sick woman.



   

                   

That's what you wanted.



   

                   

You've never believed in us.



   

                   

We were never the way

you wanted us!



   

                   

But we're exactly like you.



   

                   

We all look down

on each other.



   

                   

We couldn't care less if the people

closest to us get raped!



   

                   

Maybe that's why you hate us.



   

                   

We're so fucking like you!



   

                   

Ágúst, wait!



   

                   

I'm your half-brother!



   

                   

I know and I don't care!



   

                   

I care! I care!



   

                   

You make a sorry sight.



   

                   

You're not the first person

ever to have had a shock like this.



   

                   

He had a stroke,

have you forgotten?



   

                   

Everyone says they've had one.

They're just too idle to work.



   

                   

They'd rather sit around all day

eating fruit.



   

                   

Carry on talking

while you're still around to.



   

                   

I'm not dead yet.



   

                   

I may well outlive you, sonny.



   

                   

In any case,

I'm half-dead already.



   

                   

Don't souls go to heaven?



   

                   

I just hope

they're not collecting souls



   

                   

from this rabble here.



   

                   

That would make

a hideous sight.



   

                   

Kristin, shouldn't you

get to bed?



   

                   

Thank you for coming

so quickly



   

                   

in the middle of the night.



   

                   

There's talk of arson.



   

                   

It looks like it,

but you can never tell.



   

                   

Won't the girl confess, then?



   

                   

She says

she can't remember.



   

                   

She's claiming amnesia?



   

                   

The insurance company

won't like it.



   

                   

You'll honor our agreement?



   

                   

We're talking about the quota?



   

                   

We're not interested

in charred ruins and rusty boats.



   

                   

Isn't it a bit early?



   

                   

Kristin, give me

three eggs and some pepper.



   

                   

You're going

to stink out the car.



   

                   

You have no eggs?



   

                   

You're no guests of mine.



   

                   

I want my coffee now,

Kristin.



   

                   

Are you deaf?



   

                   

You're coming

to Reykjavik with me.



   

                   

And you're going to hell

for what you've done.



   

                   

We'll keep each other

company there.



   

                   

Well, they've gone, then.



   

                   

Did Maria start the fire?



   

                   

What do I know?



   

                   

What about the insurance?



   

                   

It was mortgaged

to the hilt.



   

                   

But the quota?



   

                   

He gave the quota away.



   

                   

What? He gave it away?



   

                   

On the condition

that it stays here in the village.



   

                   

Who did he give it to?



   

                   

He trusted his worst enemy

more than his own children.



   

                   

Cod quota:        tons.



   

                   

Current level:       tons.



   

                   

Haddock quota:       tons.



   

                   

Current level...



   

                   

Damn it!











  

 
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