Trolls Lilyhammer

This programme contains some violent scenes.

Pack your lederhosen, boys.

You're going to Norway.

GUNSHOT

I have a strong feeling that you two know what happened to my friend.

Come here, kid! Come on!

Must have been a firecracker.

This programme contains very strong language.

MARCHING BAND PLAYS TUNE

We've got to move fast, they've got Jonas.

-What? Who?

-The two Americans that we've been chasing.

-Jesus!

-Look what I found in the street. They got him.

The only question that matters is, "How do we find them?"

Now, just think!

Yeah, Julius' daughter.

Good thinking.

CAMERA CLICKS

CAMERA CLICKS

Hi.

Yeah, he went to hang out with some friends.

Uh...the Linnea girl and some other pals.

You know...

They went to the school to play some games.

But our distributor called and we've got to run.

I know, I know. Really, it's terrible.

Be back later, OK?

OK!

Why did you stop the car?

Yeah.

HE SPINS GUN CHAMBER

Maybe you should let me take care of the big picture, huh?

Yeah, maybe you're right.

You deserve the truth.

You know about my past life in New York City?

Well, that's not the whole story.

I also belong to an organisation that's...

..a little tough to get out of.

Maybe you've heard of it?

The CIA.

Oh!

Yeah. Well...

Bad guys from the past have...caught up to me

and they're looking for me.

I knew it!

I... Of course!

Now that we've got that off our chest,

let's go get the kid, huh?

Yeah! You got it, Agent Henriksen.

GLASS TINKLES

THEY SING BARBERSHOP MELODY

Yeah!

Oh, yeah! Fantastic. Terrific.

Can these guys sing or can these guys sing, eh?

Yeah!

Excuse us, folks,

we're just going to borrow the host for one minute, all right?

Yeah!

What the fuck is this?

I'm in the middle of a song here!

-Sorry, but we've got to talk to your daughter.

-Why?

She may have some information about some guys we're looking for.

It's not appropriate!

Oh, not appropriate?

You mean like telling your family and friends you've got cancer,

when you don't?

HE KNOCKS AT DOOR

Do you want us to tell your father how you got that flu?

Drinking illegal booze, shit like that?

Try to focus, all right?

I know where that is.

JONAS SNIFFS

You OK there?

Here. It's clean.

Now, you don't have to worry. We're not going to hurt you.

We just need to get the attention of your mom's boyfriend.

Understand?

What did Tagliano say?

This fucking crappy phone... I got no connection.

Let's use the payphone over by the shower area.

Come on, kid. Let's go.

Don't you try anything, yeah? You stinky little freak.

MIDDLE EASTERN MUSIC PLAYS

HE LAUGHS

Hi!

Hi!

MIDDLE EASTERN MUSIC CONTINUES

DOOR CRASHES

Come on.

Look how many cigarettes!

Still burning.

Holy shit! Then...

PHONE RINGS

Yeah?

FAIRGROUND MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

OK, Frankie-boy. The game is over

and you lose.

Jerry Delucci?

Aldo sent his googootz nephew to take ME out?

Goddamn insult.

'Yeah, save it, sunshine.'

If you want the kid to see his mother again,

you'll do as you're told.

Yeah, OK. So how do you want to play this?

FAIRGROUND MUSIC ECHOES

You've got to speak up, Frankie.

There's some kind of echo thing going on here.

MUSIC PLAYS ON PHONE AND IN PARK

WHISPERS: They're right here!

'What did you say, Frankie?'

Speak up, boy!

Yo, Frankie?!

JONAS SHOUTS IN NORWEGIAN

Go, go, go!

THEY SCREAM

Fuckers!

OK.

Close call back there, Frank.

This time we meet on our terms.

'Yeah, whatever you say, Jerry.'

Is the kid OK?

He's alive and kicking.

Maybe if you give yourself over to us, he can stay that way.

Listen, you cocksucker.

My partner here has got some special skills

and if you some hairs on that boy's head,

he WILL hunt you down,

he WILL find you

and I swear to God, he WILL kill you!

'Cool yourself down, there, cowboy.'

He's been watching too many movies, all right?

'It's under control.'

Where do you want to do the switch?

You know the truck stop by the Hunderfossen?

Yes.

Meet us there in 30 minutes.

You sure you know where it is?

That's...

too much information.

Even for the CIA.

Linnea?

-Oh, hi!

-Hi.

You think that's him?

Yeah. It's got to be.

CAR WARNING ALARM BEEPS

Who are you?

Are you Frank's partner?

Sorry?

You're here for the switch, right?

Uh... Well...

I don't know what you mean, but...

..switch sounds OK.

What the fuck? You're pulling out your dick on me?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Put those motherfuckin' pants back on!

No! OK. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Sorry, this is... Sorry!

TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

Get off!

Are you defending this perv now?

I don't know if you had some kind of bad experience at summer camp,

but your fag-o-phobia is interfering with work.

Let the fucking guy go, so we can do what we came here for!

Yeah, OK. All right?

EVIL SCREAM ECHOES

Jesus!

-What's wrong with you?

-It's these fucking trolls, they freak me out.

The fucking thing is made out of plastic!

-MUTTERS:

-Yeah, well...

Still.

-That way.

-Right.

What the hell is this?

Hello?

Kiddo?

Uncle Jerry's here.

TROLL GROWLS

GUNSHOTS

GUNSHOTS ECHO

ALARM RINGS

Fuck! Shit!

For God sakes! What are you shooting at?

There's no way to tell.

I'll check the north side. You go south.

Fucking trolls. He's in here.

Kiddo?

Where are you?

It's OK, kid.

We know you're in here.

No-one's going to hurt you.

WHISPERS: Jonas?

ROCKS KNOCK TOGETHER

GUNSHOT

Stop shooting at that kid, you fucking psycho!

I wasn't.

Are you fucking blind?

Take Jonas home.

I've got to stay and take care of a few things.

Be careful!

Congratulations.

Because of your fuck-up, we probably lost Tagliano for good this time.

-My fuck-up?!

-I fucking had him.

Well, you are some piece of work!

Beating up gays, shooting kids and trolls - fake fucking trolls!

You're some kind of fruitcake!

Wait a second.

Are you calling me a fag?

Look, it's just an expression, Jerry. You loose your focus.

-No! I know the meaning of fruitcake.

-Don't be stupid.

Nobody calls Jerry Delucci a fucking fag!

Who's the fruitcake now, huh?

Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that, huh?

I'm fucking Jerry Delucci!

I've fucking had it with you!

Nobody fucks...

Jerry!

Put down the gun.

Whoa, take it easy now.

Walk to the right.

I see a nice little burial ground for you.

You always had a temper, Jerry.

You've got to wonder where that's coming from.

I've got a theory about all this.

It has to do with your uncle Aldo tucking you in every night.

Doesn't that strike you as a little bit weird?

What are you talking about? Get the fuck on your knees.

I'll finish you off right here! Get down!

You fucking son of a bitch.

There was always rumours, Jerry.

You heard them.

All that unnecessary hanging around public bathrooms...

You're full of shit!

Who told you that? Who told you that fucking crap, huh?

Who fucking told you that?

HE CRIES OUT

JERRY LAUGHS

Well...

Sayonara, Frankie-boy!

This is what I think of your stupid fucking theories.

GUNSHOT

I never liked the fucking guy.

So, now what?

Now we're both fucked.

THEY LAUGH

Yeah.

I always liked you, Robbie.

You're old school, you know.

I've got a lot of respect for you too, Frank.

But you know what it is.

They tell you to go do a job, you go do the fucking job.

I know what it is.

Nobody comes home,

Aldo sends the goonbuckter battalion.

You go home without the favourite nephew, without the job done,

then you've got a problem.

Am I right?

You're right.

Well...

Here's what I'm thinking.

You see this ring?

My father gave me this ring. It means the world to me.

And Aldo knows it.

So...

You sell him on this scenario.

Me and the nephew took each other out...

..you took the ring off my finger as proof...

..and, you know...

he died defending the family honour and...

all that bullshit.

The credits roll.

What do you think? Worth a shot?

I think that's worth a shot.

CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS

-SHE LAUGHS

-Nei!

Little, angry Jerry Delucci,

ending up in a ditch in the Norwegian woods.

And all because of the Olympics.

How so?

If I wasn't watching in '94,

I wouldn't have picked this place to come,

you wouldn't be here trying to whack me,

and that fuck wouldn't be lying face down.

God works in mysterious ways.

Yeah.

Don't look now, but Little Green Riding Hood is right behind you.

Fuck.

Oh, hello, Officer.

Just...

two foreigners enjoying what Norway has to offer.

And where is your charming friend?

RADIO BEEPS

Hans?

Listen.

That guy, Jerry...

..he had everything to do...

with the death of your friend.

I knew it!

I knew it!

So, now you're at a crossroads.

You can spend thousands of taxpayers' kroners

servicing justice for the creep that killed you friend...

..or you can enjoy May 17th hot dogs and cakes...

..and be thankful somebody took care of

what you should've taken care of when you had the chance.

Didn't know you smoked, Officer.

Not since ten years.

RADIO BUZZES

'Laila?'

OK, guys.

Close call.

I knew she'd go for the cakes.

All right. Well...

Enjoy life as a dead man.

Tell me about it.

Is Jonas OK?

Ja.

Uh huh.

Well, that's good. We can move on, huh?

Move on?

You know, I'm so tired of this.

You lying to me, keeping secrets from me.

I don't know who you really are!

Look, I'm not the bad guy here.

I'm the guy trying to fix this thing.

Who's the douchebag?

What the fuck's he doing here?

Well, excuse me.

If you don't mind,

I'm trying to have a private conversation with my girl here, OK?

Look, I suggest you stay the fuck out of this, all right?

OK, OK, OK.

We'll continue this conversation

when Bruce Lee goes back to China.

That's it?

It's over just like that?

HE COUGHS

Excuse me?

Johnny, do you have five minutes please?

No.

I've got four.

JAN LAUGHS

Jan.

While we're young...

What the fuck do you want?

Are you asking for a job?

-HE LAUGHS

-Ja.

Sounds rough.

Well...

..I don't think there's a whole lot of positions open at the moment...

..but let me look here.

Oh, a dishwasher position.

Interested?

You know, actually I was thinking a bit more about, you know,

some kind of...

management.

You can't start at the top!

You need a reality check, my friend.

Please.

I have nowhere else to go.

It's Norway, right?

Land of second chances.

IN NORWEGIAN:

Yeah, all right.

Consider yourself employed.

Yes?

Thank you very much. Thank you very much.

Thank... Have you thought about the job description?

Maybe...

Well, I know Torgeir needs help with the staff, you know...

Like with Svetlana and Jelena and...?

Believe me, they are a handful.

That's magnificent!

You know, you really won't regret this, I promise you.

I have a lot of good ideas already.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah, sure.

For example, the go-go dance on Torsdager.

I believe so. Why?

Cultural exchange.

I could get us economic support, you know.

-They'll give us money?

-Yeah, sure, sure!

He owes me big time.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

I hope so.

-All right.

-Hallo!

Didn't you send the flowers?

Oh, I'm so sorry, boss

but they came back.

Play that song I like.

# It's your smile, it's your sight

# When I turn and just leave you there

# Please don't say you adore me

# I'm already too aware

# So I'm off to keep my distance

# My minute of control

# Is this love, is this love, is this love?

# Are we getting old?

# And I'm so scared

# Nothing seems to lack

# And still I won't go back

# To love

# Oh, love, to love

# I won't go back to love... #

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