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- Cetarti? - Yes.

You said you were an hour away.

Yeah, but after we talked, I fell asleep.

Why didn't you answer the phone?

I didn't have any signal. I was out of battery.

Duarte. I'm sorry about your loss.

I regret to meet you in such terrible circumstances.

How was the drive up?

Long.

It won't take long. But you have to identify them.

Your ID, please.

The bucket.

It'll be hard. Uncover them.

Cover up, cover up.

Fine. He identified them.

Write the ID number down, and I'll do a scribble.

Good.

- Cremate them, too. - All right.

That's for you.

- Is Molina ready to go? - Yes, right there.

Quick, go get him for me!

He'll cremate them, as planned.

No, this one is Molina.

Yours will be ready tomorrow.

You save on the wake, the burial.

Who is Molina?

The guy who killed your mother and brother.

Tomorrow, you'll come pick up the ashes and sign the papers,

make it all official.

Now we go to the police station.

One thing is certain:

On February 11,

retired air force sergeant Daniel Molina,

represented here by Mr. Duarte,

shot his partner...

With a hunting rifle.

But you're representing the murderer?

Yes, to make it faster. I'll explain later. Keep going.

With a hunting rifle,

leading to the death of Ms. Amelia Suarez

and her son Emilio Cetarti.

Molina then committed suicide.

His motive is still unclear.

Do you have any idea?

Me?

No. I was totally out of touch with them.

We're from Tucumán.

I left for Buenos Aires at 18, and barely saw them, after that.

I didn't know that my mother

had remarried, and was living with my brother.

No, your mother lived with Molina. Your brother was visiting.

You don't know if there was any trouble between your brother and Molina?

I don't know.

Tell me, why are you representing this Mr. Molina?

It so happens that I am the executor of his will.

An executor makes sure the last wishes of the deceased are respected.

Molina and I, we are...

Well, I am, and he was, a retired air force sergeant.

In the armed forces, you always name a buddy as executor,

to help the family with the paperwork and all.

If it had happened to me,

he'd have done it for me.

You mentioned insurance? Is it life insurance?

Here's what's up.

Molina had taken out a policy in your mother's name.

25,000 pesos, from the air force charity fund.

Due to what happened,

we can arrange it so you get the money.

It won't be easy,

but if I pull it off,

we'll split the profits fifty-fifty. What do you say to that?

We're liable to go to jail.

Don't worry, I know all the right people.

Wait a minute.

Don't you have a disability?

What?

Yes, a mental disability.

No. Why should I?

It's a shame. I could claim more money for you.

I'll take care of it, and keep you informed.

Tell me,

how did you track me down?

Your address and number were in your mother's notebook.

There was paperwork to manage.

For the best outcome possible.

It's weird that she had my number.

Can we stop by her place and see if I can find something useful?

Sure, let's go.

But we'll run into Molina's ex-wife there.

- How come? - It's her house now.

It was in Molina's name, but since he didn't marry your mother...

It's there.

Duarte. Why are you here?

I brought you this.

This man is the dead woman's son.

- Her other son. - Yes, that's me,

Javier.

I'm terribly sorry.

He came to see his mother's things.

What a disaster! Isn't it, son?

I had nothing to do with any of it,

and yet here I am, cleaning up this mess.

I've always been the dumbest.

Go look around.

You may find something.

Here.

These are the keys your brother was carrying.

From his place, I guess. We can go and see if they work.

- You didn't find anything? - I'm finished.

Done looking? I'll drop you off at your brother's.

I didn't know him, but I know where he lives. Or lived.

Let's go.

Marta, we're leaving!

Okay. Leave me the keys.

Excuse me? What?

The keys to the house.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry.

It looks abandoned.

It does, but your brother lived here.

You know,

you ought to stay here for a few days,

while we fill out the insurance claim.

It's cheaper than the hotel, or returning to Buenos Aires

and driving up again.

Yes... It'll only take a few days to get the money, right?

No, first we have to fill out the whole claim,

and file it.

Then, you'll have to wait.

You may be able to go home. We'll see.

Be patient. If I hadn't phoned you,

the insurance money would have gone to the State.

I'm grateful to you.

You're welcome, son!

I forgot to ask. Do you need a ride back?

Don't worry about it. If I walk a little way,

I'll find a lift, I'm sure.

Chifle!

Can you drop me off at the vet's?

Eating crap again!

Feed yourself right.

I had dinner. This is dessert.

You have to take me to the cemetery.

What for?

That's my own business.

We'll be there and back in a day.

I'll check with Duarte about it.

Why do you have to ask Duarte for permission?

I'm not asking his permission,

but we have stuff to do.

He played dumb, with the keys.

We have to move your father's furniture out,

burn it all, and then we'll go live there.

I don't mind our house.

But I do.

Why keep living in a borrowed home?

I dream of the day that you do not have to see Duarte's face ever.

You'll help me, won't you?

Do what?

Burn the furniture.

Yes.

Isn't your mom giving the pills to the dogs?

I think so.

Maybe they're like people.

Maybe they get a tolerance to the pills.

Here. Tell her to increase the dose.

But not too much. Asleep, they're useless.

I brought you some weed.

Make it last you two days, at least.

Did you behave?

Do you have something to wrap this up?

- Thanks. - Bye.

I talked to the people at the air force charity fund and the sergeants' club.

There's absolutely no problem.

But those buzzards want a kickback.

Get my drift?

You'll get a total of 32,000.

12 for you, 12 for me,

and 8 for the bribery money. Is that okay?

You said 25,000, before.

And I thought I'd get the money today.

But I told them you were handicapped,

half-paralyzed, and practically unable to manage.

It's great. You'll get more money.

It'll take longer, but you can stay a while...

Sure.

I can stay a while.

Good.

Take this. You can keep it.

Ernesto... Address...

The certificate.

Javier Cetarti. I have the instructions, and a model.

Let me have your ID, please.

Javier Ernesto...

I print it out, you sign it,

and we're done!

How's your brother's house?

It's fine.

It's cluttered, but it's okay.

Sign this.

I hear he was a hoarder.

Yes.

He had a few things that are worth a little money.

Since I'm broke,

I was going to ask around...

Know anybody who might be interested in the stuff?

In buying that crap?

I know everything here. Every detail.

I don't usually smoke,

but this is good stuff.

Whenever you want, I keep it around.

- Is 600 okay? - Yes.

A done deal.

All right.

Good.

All the money's there.

Good.

- A pleasure. - For me, too.

Chico!

Bye, Duarte!

They're poisonous.

They are not poisonous scarabs.

Aren't they?

See the guy who bought your shit?

Why do you think he limps?

A scarab bit him.

His toes turned grey,

then black.

Finally, they had to amputate.

To stop the gangrene.

See how he bobs when he walks?

See you later!

Bye, chief!

I got you 500 pesos for that.

I'm not the type of guy who makes demands,

but I think I deserve a lunch from you, for all of these favours.

No problem.

He asked me if you were selling the car.

How do I get back to Buenos Aires?

Buy a new one with the insurance money.

Think about it. I can get you a better and cheaper one.

How did you meet Molina?

We were great buddies.

But he was an alcoholic.

He had become very violent.

He was my mentor in the air force.

I was his pupil. He taught me everything!

Everything I know

about life,

the air force.

I admired him.

As a soldier and as a person.

Then, one day he came around

with that Spanish whore.

You should've seen her.

A perfect bitch. Magnificent.

She looks like a slob, now. A madwoman. Fucking bitch.

Back then, she was the prettiest woman around.

The problem is

Molina left her high and dry with the kid,

to live with your mother.

He started some serious messing around.

Before, he was full of high ideals,

he was extremely elegant.

But then he got conceited, acting like a jackass.

Pussy is what changed him.

Are you interested at all in my stories?

No... Yes.

How did Molina meet my mother?

That I don't know. But if you were from Tucumán,

he must have met her there.

We often used to go there, to the mountains,

to check on the cleanup operations.

We did the follow-up,

getting rid of any assholes and troublemakers.

Anyway,

it was atomically boring.

What's your line of work?

I'm on unemployment right now.

I got fired 6 months ago. I was a public employee.

You got yourself fired from a civil service job?

I quit going to work for a whole year.

Why did you do that?

I had nothing to do.

But you had the dream job.

Getting paid to do nothing!

You must be the first civil servant in human history to get fired.

What talent!

If I have nothing to do, I'd rather stay home.

God gives pants to people without asses.

Molina did you a favour.

At least you have to sell your brother's junk.

I'm sick of depending on that bastard.

Tell him we're giving back his shitty house.

He can take it and shove it.

I told you I will stay there.

You're going to look terrific.

Very good!

Ready.

What's wrong with the dogs?

If they're barking, we can't move him.

She burned everything.

I hope you checked first!

There wasn't anything?

No.

What do you mean?

Your father had just gotten a sum of money.

I hunted for it, to give it to you, of course.

But I didn't find it.

- How much money? - I don't know. Not much.

Money from where?

Intelligence ops. Then your mother moved in,

and I couldn't go back.

She doesn't have it. She'd have told me.

She wants to go to the graveyard.

I don't know what the fuck she wants to do there.

Visit your baby brother.

That surprised you.

I figured your mother hadn't told you.

Your parents had a son who died before you were born.

He has the same name as you and your father.

I mean, he had the same name.

What?

What do you mean?

What do you mean, he had my name?

The same as you and your dad: Daniel Molina.

What don't you understand?

Get up.

He forgets how to walk. Come on!

Hello, we're leaving him at the 40-km marker.

At a railroad crossing.

He's still sleeping.

We gave him medication for stress.

I told you we'd be honest.

If you're honest, we're honest.

Find me another phone. He gave me another lead.

But make sure it's got internet this time.

Let's go!

You won't be all alone anymore.

One, two, three.

It's missing the cylinder and part of the stock.

I'll give you 100 pesos.

A hundred and fifty.

I've paid you some real cash.

A hundred pesos is the price... Okay, one hundred pesos.

What's the total?

The total? I'll tell you.

525.

If that suits you.

- Fine. - It's a deal, then.

Did you know my brother Emilio?

He used to come around.

He was a unique guy. Very... Solitary.

But his house is full of stuff.

- He used to buy. He never sold. - Really?

Why didn't he ever sell?

I don't know. Go figure.

I've no idea.

If you want, I'll drive over to his house

- and take a look. - Could you do that?

- That'd be great. - Sure. No problem.

Are you still interested in the car?

- Which car? This one? - Yes.

Are you selling it?

Duarte told me you were interested.

Why not? Open the hood.

Do you have the title?

No, I left it in Buenos Aires.

Ah, that's a shame.

It's really a shame.

I'll give you 14,000 pesos.

No!

- Listen to me. - 14,000, no.

You're bringing me a car without a title.

Take my offer or leave it, but I'll pay you cash.

- I might change my mind, you know. - No, no.

I need the car right now, to drive to Resistencia.

But if you come by tomorrow to see the stuff at the house,

- you can take it then. - It's a deal.

You little piece of shit!

Dirty faggot! Son of a bitch!

Get me out of here! Help!

I've been kidnapped!

Go fuck yourself, you bastard! I'll kick your fucking ass!

Rotten son of a bitch!

Get me out of this fucking hole, you prick!

Motherfucker! Pile of shit! Scumbag!

Who the fuck are you? The guy who fucks this faggot?

You know who I am?

The guy who beats the shit out of you if you don't cooperate.

Stop feeding her, just to see.

I don't want to hear you breathe. Got that?

Answer me!

Do as you're told.

If your son does his part too, nothing bad will happen.

They always wet themselves.

Wait.

Those things...

They're people!

I'm not buying people. They're yours.

Sorry. Excuse me.

I forgot about them.

Load up the extinguishers next.

We have your mother.

Come up with 300,000 pesos, or you never see her again.

Don't play the fool with me. Find the money.

I'll call you back.

I know you do.

Look hard for it.

I'm not joking.

If you don't find the money,

next time you see your mother, she'll be in a trash bag.

What's wrong with the dogs?

What did he say?

He says he doesn't have the money,

but I know he does.

I heard about it from...

Who?

The buyer of the tractor!

Okay, I have stuff to do.

Watch that old lady.

She's a sly one.

Let go of me!

Let go!

Goddamn it to hell!

What's wrong with you? Fucking shit.

Hurry up.

Go fetch me the antiseptic and the gauze.

What happened?

I was feeding them,

and they jumped me.

I fought them off with an iron rod.

It worked on the first dog, but not the second one.

Don't the pills calm them down anymore?

They must have a tolerance now.

They're just like humans.

- I told you to increase the dose. - I gave them all that I had.

Weird.

Those pills of Duarte's must be phony.

God knows where he gets them.

Duarte says it was wrong of you

to make me open my brother's grave.

Who the hell is he, to tell me what's wrong or right?

Why did you give me the same name?

The firstborn son is always named for the father.

But I wasn't born first.

You're the first, because the other died.

With my own name, I'd be better.

You're talking nonsense.

Duarte said you were in bad shape,

and that's why papa let you give me the same name.

Your father didn't know how I was.

He came around when he pleased. I was alone at your birth.

He'd write me from Tucumán

to tell me bullshit about his asthma, and about mosquitoes.

He didn't come home when his son died.

His first son.

He only saw him once.

He wasn't at the burial.

Duarte says you did something.

What is it?

What does Duarte say? What?

What?

Nobody has the right to preach to me

about right or wrong.

It was sheer hell, for months.

He was a scrawny infant with a huge head and wrinkled eyes.

I had to give him injections. He was in constant pain,

my first son, in constant pain.

Anyone else would have been relieved

when he died, but for me,

it was like having my liver ripped out of my body.

I stayed there, alone, in the scorching sun,

while the guy buried him.

While your father was playing soldiers.

Look in the dresser drawer.

It was at your father's.

I can't kill them. It's too hard.

They were my puppies.

I'll take it, but...

I don't think I'll kill them.

I kept my word.

How long did I say? A few days.

How long has it been?

A few days.

What's he giving you for the car?

- 14,000. - He's cheating you.

It's enough.

Give me a few days, and I'll find you a bargain

to drive back to Buenos Aires.

I'm not sure I'm going back to Buenos Aires.

No commitments there?

The only commitment I have is to pay the rent.

So, I'd rather save the money.

I'll stay here until everything is sold, at least.

In this shitty little burg?

This shitty little burg is closer to Brazil.

Between the insurance money and the sales,

I'll have enough to go.

We're here for an army life-insurance settlement.

Very good. The name, please?

- Javier Cetarti. - Your ID, please?

- ID card. - Yes.

32,000?

Right.

Swallow this pill.

I've told you not to come here.

I'm going.

I want you to quit seeing Duarte.

I took the dogs' pills, and ate rat poison.

I'm going to burst.

Kill these dogs. They're mean.

There.

This is the 12,000 for you.

I'll put it in the glove compartment, separate.

That leaves 12,000 in there for me

and 8,000 to pay off the buzzards.

- Is that okay? - It's perfect.

What the hell does he want?

I couldn't answer. I was at the bank. What's up?

What?

That fucking bitch!

What a rotten woman...

Sorry to say this,

but she'd be better off dead.

If she's only paralyzed, she'll need spoon-feeding, wiping...

She doesn't like you much, either.

She says my father was a good guy, before.

Before what?

Before he met you. She says you were a bad influence.

Now he's a saint and I'm a bastard?

Didn't she fuck up her own life?

A foreigner slut, that had two kids, one of them sickly...

And you?

What are you looking at? Hold this.

I'm calling the son. We're safe here.

She's in a coma. She won't remember this.

I'll be right back.

Hello. Have you found the money yet?

What can you offer?

Don't lie to me. I know you came into some money.

You're lying. Asshole.

I didn't say you sold. Get that money by tomorrow,

or you'll see your mom with a broomstick up her ass

and a bullet in her neck. Got it?

Unbelievable, this asshole wants to keep the money.

What a prick. He doesn't give a fuck about her!

Let's go. We can't do her any good.

I don't want to leave the old lady alone.

Got any weed?

That's all you think about!

Can't you wait a week?

Maybe I'll get some this weekend.

Sorry, I thought it would go more quickly.

- Is that her son? - Yes...

Daniel, Javier,

this is your half-brother.

He's the son of your father's wife.

The one who died.

- Another son? - Yes, he's the brother

of the other victim.

Your other half-brother. Understand?

- How's your mother? - Not well.

She's half dead.

She won't last the night.

Did you talk to my son?

He said he didn't have any money.

Hello.

Yes, it's me.

Who is it? My son?

Is it my son?

Excellent.

He'll cremate her.

Saves you the burial, and all that crap.

Plus, I'll find you a life-insurance settlement

so you get money from the air force.

- Can you? - Or a pension.

Even better, money every month.

I'll figure out how to do it.

Okay.

Back to work!

I'll give you 1,500 pesos.

1,500?

For all of this?

Everything, inside and out...

- 1,500 for it all. - Right...

Plus the car.

I want 3,000.

I'm doing you a favour, hauling this junk,

cleaning up the house.

No, 3,000.

No. You're dreaming!

I can't.

I'd rather just put it outside.

Good. I'll come by with the truck and pick it all up.

I'll burn everything.

I will burn it.

You hang out with Duarte too much.

Here. That's 14,000.

Plus 3,000.

Good.

- Give me the keys. - The keys to the car.

Careful with that thing.

Don't put it on top. Everything will fall down.

- The key. - Holy fucking shit!

You don't give a fuck about them!

- Don't put that in my face. - I'm sorry...

I forgot about them.

I'll be okay. Don't worry.

No big deal.

Can I ask you something?

Sure. Actually, it depends.

It's just about your limp. Did you have an accident?

No, it's a childhood defect, a birth defect.

Apparently, when my mother decided to have me,

this part was only half-baked, so to speak.

It's a good thing that didn't happen

to a more essential limb!

Well, all right.

See you later.

Chico!

You pull out first!

Drive slowly. I'll follow. We're going home.

Stop.

Turn off the headlights.

What the fuck is going on?

Go see what's up.

Go ahead.

Open up!

What happened?

A neighbour reported our dogs were barking.

I told the cops the dogs were just hungry.

So the cops left.

God damn those dogs! Did you lock them in?

Yes.

And now,

what are you doing?

Did you find me some weed?

Calm down!

We get rid of the old lady, and I'll find you a half kilo.

Great. You're awake.

Shall I tell you where we're at?

Your son says he's broke,

and since you've made me waste so much time,

I have to get some profit back.

I'm going to fuck you,

fuck you to death.

We have money!

We do have money.

I was pretty sure you did!

From selling a tractor.

Your son wants me to kill you so he can keep the money.

Tell him to give it to you!

- I did. He doesn't want to. - No!

He doesn't give a damn about you.

- Let go of me! - He leaves me no choice.

I can't keep you, and freeing you is too risky.

- Tell him... - Imagine it.

Tell him to give you the money, I beg you!

I'll make one more call, but it's the last time.

- Hello. - Honey, this is Mama!

Got the money?

I told you, I'm broke.

Funny, your mother says you sold a tractor.

Give him the money, please!

Son, son, I'm begging you!

- They'll kill me! - Can't you talk?

What money? What tractor?

Quique, it's Mama. Give him the money, or he'll kill me.

- Can't you answer her? - My boy,

pay him the money, or he'll kill me!

My boy, my boy...

I don't know where to get it.

I'll give you the money.

I'll give it to you.

I'll give you the money.

Now we're getting somewhere.

But I've got a hard-on.

Can't you fight back a little?

It's no fun this way.

You,

you love this.

You can't get enough!

What a slut.

Hello.

- Cetarti? - Yes.

- Duarte. - Yes.

Sorry, did I wake you up?

Yeah, but it's okay.

- What's up? - Listen,

I want you to do me a favour. You owe me one.

I'll pay you well for it.

What do I have to do?

I want you to put us up, Danielito and me,

and my sick aunt, tonight.

I'm still asleep, I don't get it.

You don't get it?

There's 5,000 in it for you, do you get it now?

It's just that I don't want any trouble, that's all.

10,000?

Okay.

But I don't have a bed.

No big deal. Just help us out.

What time are you coming?

We'll be there in an hour, max.

Bye.

Hello.

Hello. How are you? We're here.

We're out back. Come open the door.

This is my aunt. She has Alzheimer's.

I give her sedatives because she self-harms.

Open this side for me.

The house is nice and tidy now!

You got rid of the junk? Was it worth anything?

It looks like a real home.

Put her in the bedroom.

Sit down.

10,000.

Thanks.

Tomorrow, you have to come with us,

when we take my aunt to the bank.

I'll give you another 10,000.

You want 25? It's yours. How much do you want?

Want to go to Brazil? With 25,000, you cover the cost.

You're asking me to go with you,

with your aunt who has Alzheimer's,

who is in a wheelchair,

all the way to Resistencia,

to take money out of the bank.

Easy as pie!

For 25,000 pesos.

Thanks.

He's old, from the size of him.

Had him long?

He was here

when I moved in.

Do you give him live food?

I give him salami, he likes that.

Bad idea. You're going to kill him.

He needs live food. Worms.

And he should be in the dark.

They don't like the sun. It stresses them out.

Amazing,

I had it all wrong.

- Do you have one? - No.

But I watch the documentaries on TV.

I do, too.

You really are brothers!

Half-brothers, anyway.

I watch those things too,

but for some reason, I forget it all.

He remembers all that stuff. He's a walking encyclopaedia.

One of these days, I'll get you on a quiz show.

At least you'd make some money, with all your useless facts!

Got some smoke?

These magazines are cool.

Yeah, I have a whole pile of them.

They're about Brazil. Do you want to see them?

Sure.

I'll go get them.

What a fright!

Why do you keep the urns there?

What were you looking for?

Yerba maté. Got any?

No.

Damn. What a shame.

I could use a cup of maté.

Did you sell it all? Everything here?

Yes.

Didn't you find anything?

No. Like what?

I don't know, anything.

Something valuable in the middle of the mess.

A treasure, or keepsake.

Brazil...

They say the northern part is nice. Is that true?

Maceió's supposed to be incredible.

And Fernando de Noronha.

It's an island, isn't it?

It's the biggest island of an archipelago

220 miles offshore, in the middle of the Atlantic.

You get there from Recife.

There's a maximum-security jail there.

200 miles from land, the bastards!

They stick a prison in the ocean.

Even if you manage to escape, you won't get very far.

Swimming.

You're stuck.

Plus, the waters are shark-infested.

Once, I saw on TV

that when they expelled the Gypsies and Capoeira dancers,

they sent them there.

What a shitty thing to do!

What harm is a little dancing monkey?

They've founded a nature reserve.

I want to go there.

Does it cost much to go?

I don't know, but from here in northern Argentina,

I can continue by land

and take a boat or plane just for the last leg.

Cigarette boat, straight there.

With smugglers.

That's doable. It's one way to travel.

It is doable.

That's where I'm headed.

Definitely.

What the fuck is he doing?

He was in the bathroom.

You act like you have a date! We're just going to the bank.

I'll hit the road from there.

Can we go to the bus terminal, after?

Sure. Let's go!

I'll drop you off. Come help me!

One, two, three!

You ride with her. Keep her from getting bumped.

Don't listen to her. She's half crazy. Deluded.

Go ahead, hop in!

Here we are!

You'd better behave yourself,

or I'll make mincemeat out of you with my bare hands.

Good.

Stay with her. She's a little bit crazy.

We're off!

The papers are in her handbag.

We have to be on top alert.

At the slightest sign of trouble, we take off.

I tell you we're on top alert, and you light up a joint!

Why'd we bring him?

You're asking me why?

You have no idea?

I'll give you two reasons.

For one thing, nobody knows him.

If the old lady balks, we make a run for it.

But I don't think she will. She's no dummy. She won't dare.

And the second reason?

The second is that you'd be incapable.

Me too, and if I show my face, I'm a goner.

The end of the business.

There are CCTV cameras all over.

Whose face will be on those surveillance videos?

Not mine. It'll be his face.

Auntie.

Look straight ahead, okay?

I'll get out your ID.

Wait a moment, please.

You may go ahead, sir.

Fine.

We're making a withdrawal.

May I see your ID?

- How much? - All of it, I think.

All of it, she says.

300,455.50?

Sign the slip. I'll be right back.

How much are you paying him? More than you pay me.

You really are a jackass!

I'm not going to give him a damn thing, you fool!

After this, we go to the technology park

and we off them both, him and the old lady.

Understand? Or not?

Let's see if your mother's death makes you grow.

And not regress, become even lower.

Where is this brother from?

He's not from here. Where's he from?

Buenos Aires. He came for the insurance money.

He's not your brother. He's your half-brother.

Why are you looking at me that way?

I have to recover the debt your father owed me.

And you'll get insurance money too.

Like I said.

You're the one he owed that money to?

He was nuts.

- Drunk all the time. - Wait a sec. What did you say?

You say he was nuts? He was an asshole.

He never paid back the money. And he had plenty!

He couldn't say no to me, so he said it had been stolen.

I don't give a shit if it was stolen. It was my money!

Could you change these, and give me large bills?

Yes.

What the hell is taking him so long?

- Maybe he caught on. - What?

Your plan to kill him.

He'll never catch on. He's a loser, like his brother.

They're done. Here they come.

Everything went fine?

Where's the dough?

In her handbag.

- Okay, let's go. - And what...

- What do we do now? - What do you mean?

For the money?

Don't you want a ride to the bus terminal?

I can count out your money here.

But there, it's better.

No, please, I beg you.

- I beg you! - One, two, three!

Bastard.

Careful of her.

How much is there?

A bundle.

More than you've ever seen.

And now, to the technology park.

- Where are we? - Almost there.

Stop.

I'm going to kill you!

That hurts!

What did you do to her?

What did he do to the old lady?

I can explain.

- You wanted to kill me with this? - She shot herself.

- She shot herself. - I should believe you?

Do you think I'm an idiot?

I asked you a question.

Did you hear me?

I asked you a question.

Kill him.

Hurry up! I haven't got all day!

He wanted to steal my dough.

This son of a bitch wanted to steal my dough.

I must attract assholes.

It's incredible!

And you'd better find another job.

You're no good at this.

You're a loser. Go back to school. You never should have quit school.

Now, everything is paid up.

We're even.

Don't kill me.

I maintained your mother and you.

My conscience is clear.

Wait...

I don't owe anyone anything.

You nitwit!

What's wrong?

You know, when I let go, you'll die.

Sorry.

I didn't see you coming, you prick!

THE END

Translation: Anita Conrade "AsIf"