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a film by Ralitza Petrova

Help!

Water!

The filthy cunt!

Let's see him now pressing charges, from down there!

Come on! Step up the speed.

Look at the holes! We'll wreck the car.

That dog is not giving up! Shit loyal!

Loyal, but stupid! Thinks the scumbag is still in the trunk!

Godless

"Hand in Hand" Care for the Elderly

Wrap me up!

Cold!

Relax.

Relax.

More.

Relax.

More!

Loosen up the leg.

Relax.

Relax.

Thank you.

It's my job.

Take these twice a day, after meals.

Great. More pills.

Can I use the bathroom?

Please, down the corridor to the left.

Apologies for the lack of electricity...

...I haven't paid those crooks from the Energy Department.

Doesn't bother me.

This one is perfect.

He looks honest. You can use him for all kinds of fraud.

Isn't he a bit old?

With demented oldies you're safe.

They don't cause trouble. No one to press charges...

How much does he want?

- How much? - 500.

Wasn't it cheaper with the other guy?

Take it, don't bargain.

Go, check out the fluids.

Our deal stays the same.

10% from everything, and you won't step inside a court.

God forbid!

How much did you nick last time?

300 000.

Are you sure you don't owe me anything?

Don't be greedy.

It's all good.

This is the woman who finds the loonies.

Yes.

You're welcome.

- Did they take any? - One.

Let's go.

Look what I got at work.

- Morphine?! - Pure.

Aren't you giving me some?

Chin-chin.

Do you see anything?

No, nothing.

What?

Nothing.

It must have been the metal door downstairs.

Sure.

Here, take one.

Will calm you down.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- How much? - 25.

Just a moment.

The elevator's maintenance.

- Did you hear that noise last night? - What noise?

It sounded like gunshots.

I heard something, but not sure what.

It was probably the psychopath from the forth floor.

He likes shooting like that.

It could've been the metal door downstairs.

It's possible.

- All the best. - All the best.

Keep it.

I'm going.

Ciao.

When Social Services come, tell them you need a new ID.

Did you hear me?!

When the Germans came...

...we welcomed them.

They were civilized. They were kind.

I'm sorry, I forgot your name.

How many nurses are you in there?

We're fifteen.

I'm Gana.

Gana, nice name.

You sing well!

How can one learn to sing like that?

With faith.

Are you a believer?

Yes.

In myself, not God.

I can manage alone from here. Thank you for today.

Did you bring me food?!

I haven't eaten for three days.

I've turned all skin and bones!

God will punish you!

Look at yourself!

You look like a man!

You slut!

You want me dead?!

I haven't eaten for three days!

Give back my ID card.

Give me back my ID card!

I've written it all down. You slut!

I'll turn you to the police.

I'll call the police and tell them everything!

First take your pills, and then call the police.

I won't take any pills!

I'll call the police.

You want to finish me off?!

Do you want an injection?

No, no, no!

Then put the phone down!

I'll take the pills.

Cabbage rolls.

Now what?

Where does she live?

In that block of flats, behind.

On the forth floor. There is a door with a necrology.

Don't stay here.

I'll wait in the cafe.

It's bad news.

It's not good.

It's not good, but when it happens...

- It's sad to talk about it. - Very sad!

And, because we know them...

They were very nice people, but their child turned out...

Started drinking, started stealing...

What happened?

There was an accident.

She started screaming, I held her mouth...

You were supposed to only scare her!

I better go back to work.

Wait for an hour, and call an ambulance.

Are you thinking of sleeping here?!

Colleagues, how was the shift? Any complaints?

I was looking for my old man for hours.

He was chasing grannies, down the streets!

Nelly, how was your shift?

I had a death case yesterday.

I found Teresa dead on the kitchen floor.

The doctor thinks it's a heart attack.

- Did you send her for autopsy? - Yes.

How was she the day before?

All was normal.

She ate her dinner, took her pills.

There is a new patient, I'll put him with you.

Ok.

She's breaking my balls, bro. Listening to that shit all day.

I have a bad feeling.

About what?

About the granny.

It was an accident.

Pavel.

Cheers!

How are you?

Ok.

Did it go wrong or what?!

What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?!

About that.

You should tell me when something like this happens.

Otherwise, the granny was old and sick, right?!

Is this tasty?

It's tasty.

The case is closed. Don't worry.

Take care.

Was the cloth yours?

Yes.

May God forgive us!

God is not the God of the dead, but of the living...

...for to Him all are alive.

Any kind of living is a kind of dying.

We die all the time.

"Dying, yet behold we live" according to Saint Paul.

In this daily experience of dying, every death is also a form of life.

May God rest Teresa's soul in peace.

You want some?

Aren't you fed up wiping asses all day?

I'm fed up we're not having sex.

Sex doesn't sex me up!

I'm fed up getting high.

Girl, how many times do I have to tell you?!

Can't you be late for once?

I hate punctual people!

I haven't dressed yet. I'm still naked!

Take off your shoes!

This is not a brothel. It's not a gypsy house!

I'll swap you!

I got on better with the other one.

Oh, my heart's hurting! It's aching.

My head aches, too! I'm not well.

I feel sick.

Oh!

It aches... A lot!

Will I get a heart attack?

I'm scared. Will I die?

It's high.

Oh, oh! My head!

Calm down.

Take these.

Ugh, so bitter!

Do these people sing for you since a long time?

They don't sing for me.

Is it too late to pick it up?

It's never late.

Thank you for today.

See you on Friday.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

This is Sergeant Krastev. I'm looking for Yoan Dimitrov.

That's me.

You must come with me to the police station.

This must be a mistake.

We'll clarify this at the station.

Unfortunately, I must handcuff you.

This is the procedure.

I'm used to it.

- How much? - 500.

Thanks.

- See you. - See you.

Some old man is causing trouble.

My guys had to force him a little.

Could anything go wrong?

For signing false confessions?!

Not really.

Cause he's filing complaints with the Court.

I'll check on it, but it's better, if there are no complaints.

I'm up to my neck in debt, man!

Ivan called. He also wants his money.

I could speak with him, if you want. He could be bluffing.

Makes no difference.

I still owe him this money. I have to pay it back.

When I wake up in the morning...

...I keep my eyes shut.

I don't want to be alive.

- But I am! - Don't think about it! Fuck it!

Your Honour,

Yoan Dimitrov has been accused of money laundering,

amounting to 1,5 million leva.

During his detention, Yoan Dimitrov has confessed his involvement

in money laundering, through numerous phantom firms registered to his name.

Your Honour,

My client Yoan Dimitrov objects to these accusations,

and denies his involvement in money laundering and fraud.

His confessions were extorted through police violence during his detention.

My client also claims that the phantom firms

were registered with his missing ID card.

Where is your ID card?

This soup is really good.

Where have you put it?

Where do you keep your documents?

I'm giving you 50 leva, when Social Services come,

tell them you need a new ID.

They come... I tell them.

Toilet!

- Do you want to do it alone? - Alone, yes.

We won't be long. Thank you.

For nothing. It's my job.

1963 I got out of here.

Then I promised myself I'd never be wronged again.

1.5 million. Where shall I find that kind of money?!

While one of them beats and curses,

the other one fakes your criminal record,

with the numbers of the ID that went missing.

The same scum!

Their fathers started us. These ones will finish us off!

In memory of the victims of Communism

You know, before you're called to be executed

you loose your speech.

It's bullshit when they say

you sing the hymn, or Long Live the People.

The sort of things you think is,

will they shave me?

Will they ask me, if I want to eat?

Will it be in half an hour, or tomorrow morning?

Then my guard,

Krasimir Petkov his name was,

enters my cell, after having read to me a telegram,

which allegedly orders my execution,

and says to me

"Are you scared, you filthy cunt?!"

Then laughs and throws the telegram at my feet.

It was a telegram from my mother.

"Congratulations son, you've been pardoned. Mom"

What's strange is that

the only thought that keeps up the spirits

for those ten, twenty, thirty years in jail,

is the thought of revenge.

When I was ten years old,

I often travelled with my father abroad.

He was a truck driver.

During the embargo on Serbia, he was smuggling cigarettes and petrol.

One time, at the Bulgarian border,

one of the guards wanted a bigger bribe,

and he left me with the guard.

As a pledge.

He said he'll pay on the way back.

The guard turned out to be very good

at playing with little girls.

I saw my father twenty years later,

on the queue in a supermarket.

He was looking well.

I didn't walk up to him.

I often dream how I'm killing him.

One more cup?!

I am sorry, but

I forgot your name.

I'm Gana.

- Hi. - Hi.

One of your oldies, the choir conductor,

has been filing complaints with the Court. Check him out!

Ok.

You should come to my banquet on Friday. I've been promoted.

Hi.

See you.

What does he want?

Nothing.

He invites us to a party. He's been promoted.

I don't want to go to jail.

Why would you go to jail?

Because I'm an accomplice in murder.

You're paranoid!

What about the cloth?!

He's not stupid. That's how he has us!

I'm quitting.

What's happened to you all of a sudden?!

Nothing.

No, yes, no, yes, no, yes,

no, yes...

Stay off the street! You'll get run over!

You fucking moron!

Come and see.

Where's your mother?

Not here.

Come with me.

I don't want to.

No!

- Please, come. - No.

Mommy!

Mommy!

Come with me.

No.

Come, I'll give you 5 leva.

Where are the 5 leva?

- Over there. - Where?

Hope the slut comes soon, to collect her gypsy trash.

Who knows where she'd gone, whoring with truck drivers!

Didn't you say the kid can stay?

The gyppo can stay for an hour or two, not more!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Should be sung quieter! Quieter!

This is a prayer.

You sing it on your knees.

- But I'm not singing. - I'm not deaf!

I can hear very well who is singing, and who isn't!

Amateurs!

Is it written here C minor?

Yes.

Is this C minor?!

I'm asking is it written C minor?!

It's written, right?!

Is that right, I'm asking?!

Why don't you sing it?!

Morons!

Scum!

May you never find peace!

Hi.

Hi.

Working on this all day.

Shall we go to Pavel's?

Let's.

I saw you today.

What are you talking about?

About you trying to run someone over.

You got it wrong.

I saw the car in the garage.

There are many cars like that.

Aren't you afraid you'll end up in a ditch somewhere?!

And you?! Aren't you afraid you'll send us to jail?!

To Pavel Karaivanov, for his 30 years in the police force!

Haven't I told you the joke about the fog?

- Tell us about the tornado. - First comes the fog, then the tornado.

What's in common between Vratsa's fog and the male genital organ?

Do you know?

That when they rise, the whole day is nice.

Do you know the follow-up?

That when they fall, there's no rising.

What day is today?

Today is Forgiveness Sunday. Did you ask for forgiveness?

Suck it.

Do you like the smell?

Yes.

Will you take care of me?

I will.

Eat it!

Am I your type?

Choke me!

Harder.

Enough.

Enough!

I'm sorry.

When the German soldiers were here, we welcomed them well.

They stopped at our meadow.

We the children were touching their knees, their arms...

We were happy to see them.

But we didn't have a common language...

to tell them, so they understand...

we want you to stay, we love you.

What is it?

I want to love.

But I can't.

You can't either.

Do you have pills for that?

Would you like more food?

- Are you looking for Yoan? - Yes.

He passed away last night.

Last night, when I came to see him,

he was bleeding from the ear.

I called an ambulance, but by the time they came...

it was too late.

The body is still inside, if you want to see it.

He was accused of some fraud... was filing complaints to the Court...

Nothing came of it.

Then the collectors took everything...

I think this finished him off.

What made you come to me?

There is something about you I trust.

We'd need to go to the police, and write all this down.

Let's go.

Say something.

She's lost her speech.

Fear is a killer.

Have you heard the story about mount Godless?

What about it?

Some priest took the whole village up there,

to escape from the Turks.

He thought the higher they are, the closer to God, and God will help them...

Old wives' tales.

They got slaughtered like sheep.

Bloody road! It's like a moonscape.

Are you cold?

Who are you asking?

Her... Who else?!

Do you want the heating on?

Something to eat?

It's all the same, even if she's hungry.

Or, you mean it like with convicts, before execution?

When they're allowed to choose a meal, as their last wish.

We've got only apples.

Poor house.

Junior, you ready?

Last one, so mother doesn't go mad.

Along the gutter!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex!