When I recover:
We're going to do it all, huh?
Wait up, boys. The ammunition was returned. In my mailbox.
You were playing postman?
- No. - Did you tell him about us?
You don't get it.
Arne wanted to jump. It wasn't my fault.
This can't go on.
You can go live with Marianne. It's over, Bjørn Tore.
- That stupid Arne. - I've talked to him.
- What? - Do you still not want to talk to him?
- He is afraid of losing you, too. - No.
- You are each other's best friend. - Not anymore.
- Will Arne want to play? - It's the last item on his list.
- Strip poker. - Ok, if it turns out as you promised.
I've lost.
- I quit. - Pick up your cards and play.
This is fixed. You wanted me to lose.
Boys will be boys
Your turn.
Off, your boxers.
Don't you dare?
I thought so. You're a coward.
You act tough, but you're a chickenshit.
Run off home, to your mommy.
Am I tough enough?
Completely off.
- Hold on. - You're not done yet.
Come on, guys.
Now you know how it feels. Traitor.
It was supposed to be different.
Bønna said it was your idea.
Hurry up, so we can leave. Arne?
Should I call the doctor?
You don't have a fever.
What happened yesterday?
I'm coming, sweetheart.
You've still said nothing. What happened last night?
Nothing.
Ok, but you have to go to school.
Maybe I've been too 'active', like you said.
Call if you need something.
are you sure you want to delete this file?
I'm not going to school. Everyone will laugh at me.
Hilde, Mette and I are the only ones you know. We won't say anything.
- Bønna wasn't in school. - Why not?
- I mean: I don't care. - Nobody knows where he is.
He can go to hell.
Are you going to stay inside all day?
Come on.
Are you coming?
I'm sorry.
- You ok? - Yes.
- Do you know anything about Bjørn Tore? - No.
You sure?
This is Jan Gunnar Øyen.
He drives a garbage truck.
A few weeks ago, his truck exploded.
He is here to help resolve that matter.
Shortly before the explosion he saw a boy in the dark.
My hope is...
Break.
I've got that song here you like so much.
Good?
You can borrow it.
Can I have a word?
You know why I've asked the garbage man to be here.
He saw a boy then.
He had a dark hat on.
Then we both know who I'm talking about, huh?
Where is he?
- Here. - Here?
Arne, you're his best friend.
- You mean Bønna? - Don't play dumb with me.
Running away only makes it worse. He'd be better off confessing.
Maybe we can think of something, so he doesn't have to move.
Why is he moving?
He hasn't told you?
Bønna desperately needs friends now. Good friends.
Just tell me what is going on, Bjørn Tore.
Everyone is looking for you. You need to come home. Listen to me.
I can say that to Jørgen, but...
Arne just came home. You want to talk to him?
He hung up.
What is this mess?
Jørgen, Marianne and Nils Jacob have called. And Bønna won't say where he is.
- I don't care about him. - What happened?
- Ask Bønna. If you really want to know. - Were you really sick today?
- Take it. - No.
Yes. One minute.
- I don't want to speak to him. - It's Eivind.
Yeah, sure.
- Where are we going? - You'll find out.
What is this? I'm fed up with this sneaking around.
Just wait.
- Is he stealing our boat? - No.
- How did you know he'd be there? - I knew he had a key.
- Mom and Dad aren't going to be happy. - We're going to talk with him.
- I don't think he wants to. - Tell him about the garbage man.
That's his problem.
I think you should talk with him.
He won't listen to anyone else.
- What happened? - You talk with him.
I'll try. We'll meet up at the camp.
I knew it. He didn't come.
He said that night that it wasn't him at the dustbin.
Of course he did.
- Let's do some archery. - We don't have our helmets.
You're nuts.
- What's wrong with you? - We can just shoot at an angle.
- You'll still hit me. - Then don't do it.
Stupid thing.
- He can't stay in your boat. - Eventually someone will find him.
Where are you going?
He's called Arne's mother.
Everything's ok. But he won't say where he is.
- He's hiding from the garbage man? - He could be.
- Or from something else. - What then?
Because he has to move?
We all know that Bjørn Tore has had a difficult time.
And he has not made it any easier.
Was it you?
And I found the cartridges.
And I made the bomb.
I didn't mean for...
the garbage truck to blow up.
What were you guys trying to blow up?
It was just me.
What were 'you' blowing up?
Your mailbox.
Quiet.
Why?
I don't know.
Why didn't you confess until now?
I was involved too.
Me too.
I found the cartridges.
And the instructions for the bomb came from me.
And Bjørn Tore? Wasn't he involved?
Just us three.
- How're doin'? - Well...
Still grounded?
Can I come in?
Have you played much?
No, not really.
We can play together again, as soon as I'm allowed out.
I just saw Bønna. He looked very sad.
- Have you talked to him yet? - No.
Why don't you sit here?
You took the blame. That was very brave.
You think so?
- Are you going to kiss me? - Do you want me to?
- You're grounded. - But I can still have visitors.
You have more visitors.
Am I interrupting?
- I'll leave. - No, I'm leaving.
You don't have to.
You can also use the door.
It doesn't matter.
Bye.
- What are you doing here? - Don't you get it?
Are the adults forcing you to apologize?
I heard you took the blame at school.
Thanks very much.
And I feel really guilty about that game of strip poker.
I know that you don't want to accept my apology.
But everyone was against me and talking about me. Especially you.
When you told Faisa that we were no longer friends, something snapped.
I have to go to my mother's.
I know.
I will probably be there for a while.
I'm going.
It may be childish, but I've made a new list.
keep in touch with the guys
I wasn't expecting you to come.
I've got something for you too.
Keep it. Blow up my father's mailbox, or something.
You'll have more use for it than me.
Are you coming to help?
Bjørn Tore, we need some help. This piano weighs a ton.
subtitling: Quantum 12/2008