Partisan

Hey!

-Have you seen my wallet? -What?

My wallet. Have you seen it?

It was in my room, and now it's gone.

Maybe you should look better for where your things are.

Maybe it's in here.

What are you doing?

What the hell, man?

What are you talking about?

What are you doing, man? I haven't taken it.

Come on, man! What are you doing?

This is our kitchen, I don't have your wallet.

What the fuck? Come on.

Come on, I'm talking to you. Turn around.

Come on.

-Do you want to fight? -Yeah.

Come here.

-Do you need help with that, man? -Don't.

-Should I call Kent? -No Kent!

Get out! I haven't taken your fucking wallet!

-Is that okay? -Yes!

Hello, Maria.

-Good morning. -Good morning. Have you slept well?

Have you seen Nicole?

Do you want waffles?

Here you are.

You know, I noticed that she didn't come home last night.

Kent, Nicole isn't at home.

She should be home by now.

We've locked Nicole up in the basement and sedated her.

We don't appreciate this sort of behaviour.

You can come and go as you please, of course.

But this isn't a hotel.

We've understood that Nicole is having a hard time.

So I and Susanne have chosen to take a step back,

and we hope that Nicole realises that we just want what's best for her.

Where the hell is that bloody Pole?

I have to go. See you tomorrow.

Good bye!

Come on.

Sit down there.

What the fuck is going on? We're 20 minutes late.

-We were supposed to leave at eight. It's not going to work.

-It's not gonna work. -He can't drive, boss.

-He had an accident. -What?

I fell.

Damn, there's always some fucking crap with you two!

I can't use my foot. I think it's broken.

What the fuck did you do?

It was nothing, I just need some rest.

Rest?

You're both fucking useless.

I want you to pack your stuff and leave.

-Hey, Kent, I can... -I mean it! Pack your shit and go!

-Hey! We know things. -You know things?

What do you know?

You want to live, you cunt?

Should I kill you? Do you want that?

You have no problem with us.

Disgusting son of a bitch.

Damn it, I will get him so he never recovers!

Fucking cunts!

Has something happened?

Nicole is gone. Have you seen her?

No.

No. What?

So, when I woke up, she was gone.

I don't think she'd been home.

She hadn't slept there at any rate.

Could she have stayed over with a new friend or something?

Maybe Victor, but I don't know.

I don't think it's anything to worry about, maybe she needs some space.

If I see her, I'll send her home straight away. Okay?

Okay.

Johnny!

Change of plans.

You're driving the truck.

-I'll be back in 20 minutes. Okay? -Sure.

-Hi there. -Hi.

A hard night, or what?

What?

Oh.

Well, I just fell when I was on my bike.

I got the handlebar in my eye.

Really?

When?

What?

When did you fall off your bike?

What difference does that make?

I'm just nosy.

It was last night.

I just wanted to ask if you know where Nicole is.

-Why are you asking? -Are you a bit testy today, Victor?

Hey, I've promised her...

a delivery.

She's left.

-Has she left? -Yes.

When?

Last night.

-Did you see her go? -Yeah.

Or, no.

She said she was leaving.

But you're not sure.

How did she get out of here?

She was going to get on the bus.

-In the middle of the night? -Yes.

She said this place made her panic, and she'd take the night bus.

So you know that she's left?

You're confusing me, Victor. You said you weren't sure she'd left.

-And now you say she's left. -She has left!

Hey, do you smoke?

What?

Well, these were for Nicole, but now that she's left...

maybe you want them?

Right. No, I don't smoke.

And there's a smoking ban here.

Yeah, that's right.

But hey, in case you change your mind.

Johnny, hurry up! We're so damn behind!

And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

No, no, no, Maria!

-Come on! What are you doing? -I'm sorry.

Exactitude. You haven't stopped counting to eight, have you?

Come on, once more.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two...

What?

Come on, Maria! What's going on? You were able to do it yesterday.

I'm sorry.

Don't say sorry. Do it right.

I don't get it. You knew it yesterday.

It can't have disappeared.

Once more. Come on!

Okay.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

FUEL LEVEL 50%

I have to fill up.

Ah, well, just hurry up.

-I can take over at the till, Wille. -Sure.

Download the pictures on this.

One moment, please.

Did we have anything?

One of the girls I went there with is gone.

Can we send a patrol in?

Based on what?

-She didn't come home last night. -Damn it, Johnny, focus!

We've used half our budget on this operation.

Did we have anything?

This might be something.

-What the hell is this? -Can you just check it?

-Focus! -I'd like petrol, number six.

Absolutely. Let's see.

-Was that all? -Yes.

1,500 kronor, please.

Thank you very much.

Can you check if a bus stopped at Jordnära last night?

-I want to know. -Damn.

Damn, Magnus! A young girl's life might be in danger. Fuck your budget.

-Have a nice day! -You too!

You took your bloody time!

Drive now!

Yeah, I've got it.

-Do you? -Yeah.

Hello?

Listen, take the fucking wheel and drive.

Let's go!

Okay, you're done, you Arab cunt!

We'll stop there. Take five. Good work.

It's looking really good.

Drink some water, do some stretching.

-Can I sit down next to you? -Yes.

-Are you not having fun anymore? -What?

You don't seem to be enjoying the gymnastics.

You were starting to make great progress.

Nicole is gone.

Gone? She chose not to be a part of the group.

She showed that pretty clearly.

It's no wonder she isn't here.

No, I meant that she's gone.

As in not in Jordnära.

I've checked everywhere. She didn't come home yesterday.

What if something has happened? All of her stuff is still here.

-Hey! How old is your sister? -17.

17...

Do you know what I did when I was 17?

I thought gymnastics was bloody boring.

Just like Nicole.

I preferred to party and hang out with girls.

Or, well, friends.

But after a while, that got quite boring too.

Then I started doing gymnastics again.

I'm sure it's the same for your sister.

She's probably hanging out with some guy, or a friend.

She'll turn up here, you'll see. It will be fine.