In the Middle of the Night (Midt om natten)

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

we were friends

honesty was a virtue

forever

forever yeah yeah

we were blood brothers

promised to be loyal

forever

forever yeah yeah

tick-tick

the clock ticks away and time goes by

the clock ticks away

we grew up

forgot all our promises

maybe some day

maybe some day yeah yeah

we will remember

the promises made to each other

maybe some day

maybe some day yeah yeah

tick-tick

the clock ticks away and time goes by

we lived yesterday...

The leader of the Moderate Party has asked the Minister of Justice -

- what he intends to do about the growing number of squatters -

- a phenomenon which has taken on "an air of revolution."

we have talked to Kaj Bumand:

Such actions have no place in a democratic society.

The Moderate Party demands respect of law and order.

Our youth is being led astray by fanatic revolutionaries.

The police must ensure the safety of our decent citizens.

... safety of our decent citizens... safety of our decent citizens...

- What's up, Spacey? - They're coming tonight.

- Who has said that? - My friends heard it on the police radio.

They're moving in tonight. The pigs will be everywhere.

What?

Them again. We should have a word with them.

- Take it easy. I'll talk to them. - Tell them to buzz off, okay?

- Hello. Can I help you? - Do you hang out over there?

I live there with my mate and the young people...

You do know you have to move out, right?

The owner's reported you...

That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about...

We don't want to annoy anyone. The house is empty anyway -

- and we're just peaceful people, who don't want trouble with the law.

We just don't have a place to stay. So I can't...

I know you're going to say that you don't make the laws.

You're just doing your duty, and we need the police -

- to take care of burglars, the traffic and missing persons.

But in our case you could be a little flexible.

Show some consideration and discretion. Like you do with economic criminals.

Nice talking to you.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Don't you get it?

- Not really. - It's what we're fighting for.

- I can't even make ends meet. - What did they say?

- I told them we're peaceful... - Who are they?

Washed-out plumber and his mate.

Don't they have a place to live? Why not put them in a home then?

- What a mess! - Mess?

- Why don't you clean up the place? - We're being thrown out anyway.

Are you coming?

- Wait here, okay? - I haven't got all night.

- Are you there, Kurt? - Gokke's right here.

- We're in the middle of a meeting. - But there's a raid on tonight.

Exactly. You'd better go home.

- Aren't you coming? - Can't you just leave me alone?

Look, Gerda...

- Who was that? His mum? - No, his girlfriend.

- The two guys are here now. - Right...

Hi, Arnold and Benny. They're coming tonight.

- The cops? - How do you know?

From the police radio. It's straight.

- We thought you should know. - Thanks a lot.

- So you can pack... - Pack?

- Yes, so you can get out. - The whole corps is coming!

- Don't you want our help? - Well, are you up for it?

- I mean, it's our problem. - Do you think we're doing this for fun?

This isn't just a picnic for us. Just because we're over 30!

We have problems, too. We don't have a place to live either.

And we don't have a job. You're not throwing me out!

Look, we didn't mean it like that.

- But the cops are coming tonight. - So let's give them a warm welcome.

- We'll barricade ourselves. - Right, we'll strike back.

And my friends said they'd help.

They have rope ladders, timber and picks.

And tons of bricks and old paint. And helmets.

- They've tried it all before. - And I can make Molotov cocktails.

- Can you? - My uncle learnt it during the war.

He fought the Germans. We just need some empty bottles -

- petrol, matches and tape. And lots of tar.

That makes it stick. It has to stick to their clothes and skin.

Like napalm. We'll fry the bastards.

- Arnold, stop it! - This is not what...

We're going to fight for our lives, and if you won't, you can get lost.

Come on, Spacey... What are you going to do, Arnold?

Well, what do we want? We just want a place to live.

We just want to be left in peace. We're not troublemakers.

We're decent people, who the police ought to protect -

- and not evict. Let's show them that.

I'm going to go to my room, water my plants and wait.

They'll have to carry me out.

- Do you believe in that bullshit? - Come on, Manse.

We can't just sit and wait for them to get us!

- I'm building barricades. - Yes, let's get going!

Bloody bastards!

Come quick..!

No, stay here!

- Open the door! - Piss off!

- We'll kick in the door. - Go ahead.

Go ahead, bastards!

One more step, and I'll jump.

Take it easy, comrade.

No... Oh my god, no!

Bloody pigs! You've killed him. Murderers!

Benny! Benny, for Christ's sake!

I'm glad you came to. I said, I'm glad you came to.

- How long have I been gone? - A few hours. My name is J. O. Kurtzen.

- J. O. Kurtzen? - Inspector. Police headquarters.

- Ouch! Spacey? - Calm down.

- Is he dead? - No, they're still operating.

- But if he dies... Shit! - He jumped of his own free will.

- Right, take these pills. - No way!

All right then.

- Where are the others? - They've been released.

- Well, then I should... - Look, stay here for a week.

- No, I have to go. - You may have a concussion.

- Am I being charged? - No, luckily this was stuck.

Otherwise you'd gone to jail. It's an illegal weapon.

- It's just an antique. - A souvenir?

Take it, but don't take it out of the sheath.

- Look, you've got then stitches. - Who the hell beat me up?

- An officer grabbed you too hard. - Asshole.

He has called three times to hear how you were getting on.

Can I drop you off somewhere?

No, thanks. I have to find someone.

Arnold!

Arnold?

- I knew I'd find you here. - Of course.

I've got nowhere else to go.

- They told me you'd been released. - Give me a fag, eh?

You know what they said? "Go on home, all of you."

"Go home, will you." "Home," I said, "where's that?"

- Do the police have a sense of humour? - I knew I'd find you here.

I was really scared. I've never been locked up before.

I couldn't stand it.

- Does it hurt? - No...

What a load of shit.

You should have gone with your folks to Sweden back then.

- Instead. - But we've always stuck together.

- Then you wouldn't be sitting here. - I'd be a drunk in Sweden instead.

But still... You never know.

Hey... Remember when we mixed blood?

Sure, it was my idea.

- No way. - Come on, I remember it clearly.

- We'd just seen 'Robin Hood.' - Yeah, with Eroll Flynn. Great.

You weren't good at fencing but you always found a way out.

Ha! Scoundrel, you're dead!

- What are you doing? - Look.

What is it?

It's a real bayonet from the war. It's German.

Leave it. It's illegal. Throw it away.

What's the matter, Benny?

Let's mix blood. We'll be friends forever.

- Till death do us part. - You're mad!

It's best with a bayonet. Are you scared?

Of course not. But let's do it properly.

We'll scratch a cross in our arms, press them against each other and say:

"Domine et sanctus, domine et sanctus."

- What does that mean? - Till death do us part.

- Domine et... - Domine et sanctus.

But this is too rusty. We'll get blood poisoning. It's impossible.

- We'll just rinse and sharpen it. - How?

There's a grindstone at the machine shop. Come on!

That's enough.

Yes, it's fine now. Let's do it.

- How did it go again? - Oh, that...

- Domine et sanctus. - Right.

Domine et sanctus, domine et... sanctus.

- I thought you were dead. - Not quite.

But I was a little sissy. Back then!

- The boat's still there. - The apprentices slaved away on it.

The boss wore white trousers, and his daughter had a bikini.

We dreamt it was a luxury boat. He'd sail to Hawaii -

- and kiss the local girls in banana skirts.

We finally have the opportunity to see how luxurious it actually is.

And this, please.

I thought Jersey was a cow.

No, it's one of the Channel Islands between England and France.

- What's he going to do on Jersey? - You don't pay taxes there.

You pay taxes in England and France but not on Jersey.

- Well, I'll be... So he moved? - Who wouldn't with these taxes?

What's he doing? Any fun on Jersey?

- Well, it's an island... - Maybe he's just counting his money.

- Has he sold the company? - No, my husband takes care of it.

- Did he get a wage increase then? - No, but maybe later.

That'll be 74, 50 kroner.

100 kroner won't get you far nowadays.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

- This looks like breakfast. - That's about right.

- I have a few rolls, if you want them? - Sounds nice.