Burnout (Børning)

SPEED SCENES IN THIS MOVIE ARE DONE BY PROFESSIONAL DRIVERS

UNDER STRICT CONTROL.

SIMILAR DRIVING ON PUBLIC ROADS

IS ILLEGAL AND LIFE THREATENING BOTH FOR THE DRIVER AND SURROUNDINGS.

Did you pimp the walker, TT?

- 939. - Yeah, turbo charged...

A proper plastic rocket. Full boost for five seconds, and then...

Good thing you're wearing safety glasses, TT.

How about a hundred bucks?

Hey! He did 140! (87 mph)

A break is a break.

Hey... Relax!

Hundred and forty!!

This is really childish, Mork.

Roy!

I just painted my car.

Sagging boobs can be really nice.

Roy...

- I think my water broke. - Damn.

My shoulder is dislocated.

Oh my god, so beautiful. Hello, it's grandma.

She looks a bit yellow. Did you bang a chink, or what?

- I'm gonna get a cup of coffee. Do you want one? - No thanks, mom.

I've got one.

- You know how to scream. - Well, it hurts, you know.

You wanna hold?

You wanna smell?

Oh my god... God.

Roy, get out. Get the hell out!

- Mom! - You're a danger to everyone and yourself!

Stay away from my grandchild and my daughter!

That works out well.

You realize you're going to prison this time?

It's about time!

Speed trap is a clever thing.

- Roy is a good boy. - Thank you, ma'am.

TT gave me this.

KLUTZ

- Was it a boy or a girl? - A girl.

14 YEARS, 2 DIVORCES AND 120 SPEEDING TICKETS LATER

I know that you're impatient, but things take time.

Yeah, it's being shipped from the USA. The parts are awesome.

Knut, that doesn't belong there.

Great. Bye.

You're the boss now. I've gotta work on the Mustang.

Isn't that a big responsibility?

No, Bingo-Truls is here. He knows everyhing.

I'm paying you to answer the phone!

Stallion Parts.

Okay. A '69 Chevy.

- A '69 Camaro? - Is it a Camaro?

Front or rear?

- Rear. - Before or after August?

- After. - Bendix 245.

Roy! You got two minutes?

Nybakken is here.

Let the kid do it. He's got to learn.

- Where did you steal this, Doffen? - You don't wanna know.

Look! It's full of water and dirt.

There. Try now.

All right!

No, no, no...

Hi! We've got a plane to catch, so we need to get going.

Here's the number to the hotel in Spain. You've got my number now?

Is he driving a Range Rover?

He needs it to get over the curb and into the garage every day.

Two weeks? You're kidding!

Two weeks...

Ingrid, I've gotta talk to you. Let me talk to you.

Get out of the car.

- We talked about a long weekend. - We agreed on this a long time ago.

You've gotta remind me.

A lot is happening right now... The store is in total chaos.

Street Legal is tomorrow, and the Mustang isn't ready.

This is really bad timing.

- Doesn't Nina want to go to Spain? - She wants to be with you.

She hasn't spent summer with her dad in three years.

- Well, you live far away. - You've got no chances left.

- Relax. - Don't tell me to relax!

- Does it run better now, Jimmy? - Yeah.

Hello. We're talking here.

- You can come with us, Nina. - It's all right. Just go.

- Call me. - Okay.

- Take care of her. I mean it. - Sure.

We agreed on a long weekend, but never mind.

Bye!

- You've grown since last I saw you. - Yeah, I have.

Got it!

Don't you wanna go home with me? It's getting late.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely sure?

Yes.

- Yes. - I'm leaving, then.

Does your shoulder still hurt?

Let me know if I can help.

- Come on! I know engines! - The best thing you can do for me...

...is to sit down and shut up until I'm finished.

Okay?

Have you been a bad boy, Roy?

Hey! Relax!

Sylvia, this is Nina, my daughter.

- Hi. - She's visiting.

Nina, Sylvia. Sylvia is...

- ...a good friend. - A very good friend.

I need some help with my car. It's parked out front.

Now? Sure, I can help you now. I'm gonna help her now.

- Okay. - Good. Just stay where you are.

- I'll be back. - I thought you were alone.

Sylvia Oberg is ready.

Is 660 horsepower enough to destroy Rusten?

And they're off!

No... No!

Congratulations for reaching the final.

Is it tempting to turn on the blue lights?

As long as you stay off the roads, I'm happy.

I'm off to the mountains for a week, all alone, for some peace and quiet.

I'm just gonna cast the fly in the water and wait for the catch.

I get goosebumps from that.

I do, at least.

Good luck in the final.

Four-leaf clover-chocolate.

It's not a real four-leaf clover, but it's the thought that brings you luck.

- Nice. You eat it. - Sure, 'cause I tolerate nuts.

- I don't want it right now. - Keep it in your car, and you'll win.

Congratulations!

You speed monster.

We had you, but you came fast.

Well, I came.

Then, ladies and gentlemen, the moment has arrived.

The Bad Boys' final in this year's Street Legal.

In the right lane, with his yellow '67 Ford Mustang, -

aka Little Yellow, is Roy Gundersen.

Will it be the 10th victory for Roy?

This is a sensation!

Unbelievable!

This year's winner is the lawyer Nils Ole Klem, -

in his red '69 Chevy Camaro.

I'm pretty sure he's mad right now!

What's happening?

This is not a part of the official program.

He's really taking advantage of the situation.

No more than you would.

- Can I offer you anything more? - Depends on what you have.

- How about homemade milkshake? - Oh, please, mom!

There goes my appetite!

If you had taken the chocolate bar...

- ...you would have won. - Right.

Are you mad at the world again, TT?

It wasn't exactly a surprise for you that I lost the final?

It's your own fault when you're racing with a boat.

Where did you get that billboard?

I'm not here to talk, Roy.

From here to Sinsen center.

- Why should I race against you? - Why not, Roy?

I can beat that Jap-crap of yours any time.

Okay. Sinsen center.

- Sinsen? - What about the airport?

- You call that a challenge? - Trondheim.

The North Cape!

Damn, that's far.

How far is it to the North Cape?

The shortest route from here to the North Cape...

...is through Sweden and Finland. It's 2020 km (1255 miles).

If you wanna drive only in Norway, you have to add 160 km (100 miles).

It depends on the route.

If you drive through Eastern Valley, it's 2168 km (1347 miles).

If you drive via Lillehammer, it's...

- Straight through Norway. - No rules.

- Fine. - Amen.

Via Trysil it's 2211 km (1374 miles) to the North Cape.

- You need some checkpoints. - Why?

So you don't cheat, and drive through Sweden.

A receipt from a gas station in Trondheim is proof enough.

- Checkpoint number two is Tysfjord. - Okay, a ticket from the ferry.

- Sure, a ticket from the ferry. - What are we racing for? The cars?

A hundered bucks.

Isn't that our usual wager?

- Don't miss the first curve, Roy. - You won't even get that far.

From here, at midnight tomorrow.

- I can be the navigator. - Are you drunk, or what?

- What do you think? - Well...

Don't do that. Go and sit down.

You're enjoying this, Knut. A little slave labor.

- Hey! - Enough already.

Just forget it.

It's gonna be so boring to drive all that way alone.

- You think so? - Yes.

You think so?

Ten minutes until start!

Oh my god...

I hope my buddies don't make you nervous.

I didn't know you had any.

So you got hired as a driver, huh?

I thought there'd only be a few cars, not a pack of loonies.

- This is totally crazy. - You can't back out now, Doffen.

- I am. - Think about me.

I've never been north of the airport. I've always dreamt of seeing Norway.

I've spent my life building this car. We can show what it can do now.

- This could be my last chance. - What do you mean?

Well, I...

I don't feel too good