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Point Film presents

in coproduction with Avanpost Media

a film made with the support of the Romanian Film Centre

and the collaboration of the Romanian Public Television

sound editor

director of photography

set and costume designer

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screenwriter and director

A SAFE PLACE

Morning.

Morning.

So delicate. What is it?

Cotton. Gelu got it for me in Graz.

Gelu's got taste.

And a hot wife, too.

Oh shush!

Yours too, really fine.

Got it myself.

- I've got taste. - You do. Really.

What do you think?

Clean enough?

Clean... on the outside.

How pretty.

- Could you bring some... - What?

Some paper napkins.

Look at that speed! Incredible!

Doru, you're super-fit!

- Hurry up! - I'll catch you!

Go, go, go!

I'm third!

Don't, please.

Please what?

Tell me, what?

Let's go to our room.

I can't leave my child alone and go fuck.

You really know how to kill the mood.

Take this to your mum. The glasses too.

Don't go too far!

You've always had such nice skin.

How'd you come up with that?

I kept applying sunscreen and always got burnt.

You never used sunscreen.

I envied you.

I was such an idiot.

Thanks.

This place is so nice, Lucy.

It's like we're back in university.

I'm glad we came.

I think he wants a light.

Lights!

He wants a light.

We don't have light.

Please go.

Romanians.

Sheesh, peasants.

Put something on.

Do you stay in village?

What do you want? Just leave us alone, OK?

Let's move.

I'm not going anywhere.

We were here first.

No, go!

- I'll call my husband, yeah? - Bitch.

Just think.

If they had raped us, no one would have heard a thing.

Let' take a dip.

You go, I don't want to leave this stuff unattended.

Suit yourself.

The 250 is better, the four-stroke.

Lighter, easier to steer, better for beginners.

I don't want him to get one.

Why not, girl?

I'll be worried for him again.

Good thing no one's asked you.

Drop that tablet now.

I'm bored. What can I do?

Find something to do. Dig around!

Dig?

Show us your muscles. Let's see.

Flex. What have we got here?

Wow! Stainless steel!

Listen.

I think I saw a cat there somewhere.

Go look for the cat. Go.

Go to Arpi in Bran, ask him to let you ride his.

- Can I take? - Yes.

Go see how they feel on the road. Best way to decide.

He has a 250 two-stroke too, but I don't think...

No, I'm not that crazy.

You'll get to that one, no worries.

Don't you think the waitress looks like Oxana?

Awesome.

Oxana.

Oxana who?

Yes.

Oxana from their company.

Head of Marketing. Used to invite us to parties.

You worked with her too.

- That curly head. - Right, her.

Listen,

why don't you go back to work?

Really...

What did I say?

People respected you. And not just in the company.

But the salary was...

Enough to pay the nanny, plus small change.

After the promotion, her workload was crazy.

I had enough of her coming home with her face swollen from crying.

If we had to pay for a therapist as well...

Her quitting was actually better for our budget.

You should see what the newsroom girls get paid.

We give them side jobs at the agency.

Lucy knows.

Which ones?

Ancuţa, the petite one...

Roxana could probably handle simple stuff like product descriptions.

Not that they depend on that money.

Their husbands are well off.

Otherwise they'd be starving.

They need to dress up for all those events, too.

They have a dress code.

She married the best guy ever.

I'm just saying it's a pity, you're a smart woman.

Don't take it the wrong way.

Do...

you...

like...

Reading?

...reading?

Do you like reading?

No,

I...

don't.

I...

want...

scuba diving.

I know, love.

But we can't do that here.

Do you speak Romanian?

Do you speak English?

I'm bored.

What's up, Lucy? Where have you been?

Where's Doru?

Inside, with his tablet.

He's Vladimir. Our compatriot!

Good evening.

Lucia, my wife.

Though you wouldn't guess.

Want some?

Yeah, just a sip.

Tell me if you like the wine.

We hired someone new this year.

University mate of mine.

We designed the label ourselves, at the agency.

Cool.

It's good.

I went to the shop in Durankulak and...

Say it again.

- I said it right! - No you didn't.

I did, too!

I got in the car to get back, the engine wouldn't start.

This gentleman fumbled with the thing and got me going!

I should be jealous.

Oh, come on!

So I invited him over for a steak.

Lucky you.

Are you upset? Did something happen?

Are you good with cars?

More or less.

I started with an Oltcit, so I had to be.

Oltcits weren't that bad.

Copied after the Citroen.

Don't you criticise Oltcits.

My father-in-law was their head of Engineering.

My father worked for Oltcit. Also in Engineering.

At the plant?

- Need water? - Yes!

That one's yours, right?

Vladimir says he's been coming here for six years.

- Right? - Yes.

We've just discovered it.

Lucia found it on a travel blog.

I see.

It was nice when it was deserted.

What? Got stressed by those refugees?

What refugees?

Those poor fucks on the beach.

What's with them anyway?

We don't know yet.

The guy at the beach bar was pissed, said they ruin the vibe.

- What vibe? - For his clients.

It's end of season, I think they're his only clients.

What are we, then?

So they ruin your vibe.

I won't lie, they do bother me.

Yesterday as we finished eating,

a woman nearly took the leftovers off our plates.

And today, my wife tells me a kid drank my son's juice.

- That's not normal. - I didn't say that.

I said he was without his parents, and he craved Doru's juice.

I felt sorry for him.

No need to get so worked up.

You make it sound like I'm a monster.

Calm down, Lucy, no one said you're a monster.

I understand. The "poor fucks" ruined your peace.

Not the peace...

You don't get to enjoy your holiday.

Anyway,

it's no good to them either, roaming around unwashed and hungry.

What's up, bunny?

Whoa there, you greedy beast!

Take some bread and mustard too!

Frankly, I'm more bothered by Romanians invading this place.

When I first came, it was wild and cheap.

The people had sense.

With all the nature-loving Romanians driving expensive cars,

the locals are building it up.

Now it's neither cheap nor wild.

Soon we'll have to move on.

Where to?

If I tell you, you'll come and the place will go to the dogs.

So people are ruining your peace too.

But seriously,

I think I heard about this place first.

Sheesh!

For real.

My great-grandparents on my mother's side

built a house in '37-'38 In Gorun village.

About two villages over.

In 1940, the area got returned to Bulgaria and they moved back.

My great-granddad was a prefect.

They got along well with the locals.

It was the Romanians who brought them progress.

They were dirt poor, starving to death.

Like you said, they brought investments, modernisation and stuff.

But the dark side of progress...

That's how it works.

Sometimes you need to force change.

Their only problem was a rebel group.

- The Komitadji . - That's it, bravo!

Other than that, they were like brothers.

Just think, when they came, Romanians were a 2% minority.

When we left, we were 20%.

They conquered hearts, not just territories.

They didn't really get along like brothers, if you ask them.

- Their version sounds different. - Like?

They say we were arrogant, like any invader.

We still are.

So, aren't we right?

Not really. We're not that different.

I have to contradict you on that.

As a country, we've always been ahead of them.

It's obvious as soon as you cross the border.

It's what you choose to see. After all this time, I beg to differ.

The border itself is debatable.

Debatable? The border?

That's a slogan.

A recent and dangerous one, I say.

Borders aren't drawn just for fun.

The French say the same, the Germans too.

With their Schengen, which will soon go to hell anyway.

If you take it like that, everything is debatable.

Is my car still my car if I'm leasing it?

Is my business really mine,

if I took out a loan and I have to pay the taxman?

It's even debatable if my wife is really mine.

With the kid, it's easier. That one's definitely mine.

Really?

There you have your answers.

Your car, for now, belongs to the bank.

The business is yours, for now.

Don't know about the rest.

Anyway, we're paying them, spending money in Bulgaria,

not the other way around.

At least old conflicts got solved peacefully.

No one is in the mood for a war around here.

There are other ways to make money.

You don't agree, do you?

Don't be fooled by what you see.

You're paying attention to the big flashy war nearby.

In the exact opposite direction from where you're looking,

there's a scam going on.

The bitcoin is going down.

You buy it cheap today, tomorrow it's back up.

That's going to sting!

That's when the war starts for real.

Not that the other war isn't costly.

We have to be merciful, open our borders,

house them, dress them, wash them, school their children.

Then, bang!

They're dredging the Bystroye Canal.

Now that's going to cost us!

Just like the poor sods on the beach, wherever the fuck they're from.

I get you.

You feel sorry, give them juice.

But they can't live on that juice of yours.

And if they get sick, that's going to cost you.

You'll need to shell out for treatment.

Then you won't like it.

And if you catch their diseases...

Conspiracy theories.

It's so easy to label them "conspiracy theories".

Another example:

The bar guy, the restaurant owners. They fed them tonight.

Why?

Because they're kind?

They may be.

But here's the main reason why:

To get rid of them.

Once the season ends, bye-bye food.

You can bet!

This is how philanthropy goes.

If they keep begging,

eventually the kind guy, who works for his food,

will call the police on them.

Isn't that normal, though?

It's not the citizens' job to look after those poor fucks.

It's the state's business.

Can't contradict you there.

The territorial instinct has grown stronger than the instinct to reproduce.

And don't you think they're equally important?

Sure, you have children, but you need to provide for them.

Well, I don't have that instinct.

I've often thought of giving up my house in Bucharest.

You have a house in Bucharest.

So what's stopping you?

I guess I was raised to hold on to things.

But one day I might give it all up and leave.

Mighty tree!

Perfect!

Perfect!

Fuck, we're running out of wine.

'Cause you're guzzling it!

It's your good wine.

You're my brother! You are.

No, no! He's my brother! My brother!

- You're my brother. - No! Mine!

- Fine, take him! - My brother!

Listen.

He got me out of so much trouble.

You got me into so much trouble!

He's my brother. Like...

- How the fuck do I say this... - It's fine, I get it.

Oh, bro, fuck words!

I've been philosophising all night. Fuck me. My head hurts.

Perfect!

Wanna be my wife?

I already am.

Really?

Stop being so stiff. Be a bit more malleable.

Imperfect!

So you didn't quit.

I did, kind of.

I smoke once in a while, when Mihai can't see me.

It suits you.

What's wrong with you, Lucy?

Nothing.

It's like nothing ever happens lately.

I keep waiting for something to happen and...

Nothing.

- Something? - Yes, I don't know.

Sorry. I'm getting my period soon.

It makes me jumpy.

[Take a Closer Look]

Pass it to me.

- See you later. - You'll stop by here first, right?

I thought we'd go straight to the pub.

I don't want to go to that restaurant again.

Why, honey bunny?

I don't like it there.

We'll call, OK?

Keep that phone handy, you never pick up.

All aboard!

Need help?

You don't like me anymore.

Thanks. How much?

Ten leva.

OK, see you there.

- OK. - Bye.

Where are you staying?

Who is that girl?

Don't you think we value love too much?

You mean the two of us?

No, I mean us here, in this part of the world.

We're raised in this religion of loving and fucking.

I don't understand.

What?

Remember that year, the ski trip with the class?

You got me to like beer.

Not me.

Old Titi got us kids into it.

Old Titi...

He only gave beers to you boys, you were older.

And you brought me some.

Damn, it's 9 o'clock.

We should get up.

I'm going to wash my hair.

You can sleep until I'm finished.

No, I want to sleep more.

Now, now.

Hi!

Hello.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Thanks.

You?

Fine.

No beach today?

No, I...

I wanted to rest.

Good for you.

You know what happened?

- What? - A boy is missing.

What boy?

We don't know, a little boy.

Our neighbour just returned from the beach.

They say he might have drowned.

He's missing, they didn't find him.

At the beach?

Yes, could be someone from the camp, who knows.

Did you see a little boy?

Hey! Did you see a little boy?

8 years old, brown hair. Please, look!

My baby! Love!

- Where were you? - What?

Touch me and I'll slap you! Why didn't you pick up?

We were at the beach.

I went to the beach and you weren't there!

Do you know a boy has drowned?

- What boy? - I don't know. A boy.

I thought it was Doru.

- Now what? - Why the hell don't you pick up?

No signal. It's happened to you too.

Where have you been, on Mars?

On a beach 10 kilometres from here.

What beach?

Some village, whatever. What's the big tragedy?

- She thought he had drowned. - Who?

The neighbour across the street

told me a boy disappeared from the beach.

I thought it was Doru.

Goodness, woman!

- Drowned or lost? - I don't know, Cristina!

They didn't know for sure either!

I called you, you weren't answering.

You don't know how it feels. Of course my first thought was him.

I was so scared.

Why did you go there?

We went here first, but we met...

...Vladimir, who told us about a much cooler beach.

So we checked it out.

And it's awesome!

This one's nice too.

You need to see that place.

So, did you go together?

- Where? - To the beach.

No. He told us how to get there, it was easy.

- We'll show you tomorrow. - Don't want to.

- Why not? Nothing happened. - I'm unnerved.

Because of the refugees?

I can't believe you. If you knew how I felt...

Alright, but I think it's time to calm down now.

You've had a rotten temper since we got here.

You were the one who insisted on this middle-of-nowhere place.

Me, I wouldn't mind leaving right now.

I'm sorry.

I thought something had happened.

I kept calling you all,

you weren't answering...

And then...

What time is it?

It'll be 5 soon.

So we wait a bit and go straight to dinner, right?

Look what I found!

What is it?

I guess it's a cicada.

Is it alive?

Yeah. We'll boil it for dinner.

No! It's mine!

It was dead, love!

Sometimes things die. Can't be helped.

Careful here.

I feel sorry for those people.

Lucy was right.

They were devastated.

Who?

Oh.

From what I could understand,

the boy went to the beach with his sister and...

our compatriot.

Maybe he was left unsupervised, who knows.

That was it.

People were fussing around about the refugees.

What could the refugees have done?

Eaten him?

So stupid.

It's strange though, when we crossed them,

there was no child with them.

The boy could swim already.

The whole beach was empty, you saw it.

He kept saying we should go to Ezerets.

He was trying to shake us off to be alone with that little cunt.

Maybe the kid disappeared while they weren't paying attention.

It gives me the shivers.

- Told you the guy was weird. - Who?

What's a pretty boy like him doing in this wilderness?

Boy? He's about our age.

If it's like that, our compatriot may be in trouble.

Tough luck. He just wanted a quick fuck.

His holiday sure got fucked.

Hello again.

Nice car.

Sorry.

Do you want to come?

We have great wine. Our production.

You have to taste it.

Come.

Now we need glasses.

I just stopped breastfeeding.

My tits are hurting, you know.

And it's my first drink after more than a year.

Well, cheers to that!

Cheers to that.

Is your boy OK?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I got scared.

He's fine.

It's normal.

And you're OK, right?

Yeah.

I guess.

Yes.

We can leave if you want.

I don't.

Then what do you want?

The other two keep asking what's wrong.

And I have no idea.

What should I tell them?

At least Doru doesn't notice.

It's nothing.

This story just put me off.

Did it?

Stop lying, it has nothing to do with it.

You were put off before.

The things you say sometimes...

What do you mean, I'm lying?

I got this impression...

Hey.

It will get better, you'll see.

It's just a phase.

Let's try to make it work.

It's important for Doru.

It's important for me too.

When we left home, you said you couldn't wait.

That it would be so awesome.

As soon as we got here, you were in a temper.

You think I like it here?

But I didn't say a thing, you saw.

Neither did Cristina.

I hope you're aware.

They're not enjoying the conditions either.

I promise next year I'll take care of the planning

and it will be better.

If that's the problem...

No.

Mihai was right.

I feel like I'm a burden.

What kind of nonsense is that?

Like I'm totally dependent on you.

I like it when you depend on me.

What is it?

Nothing.

Did something happen?

Nothing happened.

Are you sure?

I'm very sure.

They want to know about Romanian guy, Vladimir.

Vladimir, friend?

- You speak Romanian? - I manage.

We stayed one night with him. We drank, we spoke.

He seemed a very nice guy, but we just met him.

But that's just what I've told them.

Yeah, but they want to ask everybody, this is the procedure.

We saw him the other day on the beach. He was with a girl.

We spoke, everything was alright.

- Girl at restaurant? - That's right.

We didn't see any boy. They were alone.

Vladimir told us about a beach nearby and we went there.

We haven't seen any child.

What time?

- About 11.30. - About that.

11.30, something like that.

And you?

What about me?

You know Vladimir?

How would I know him?

They're just asking.

No, I don't know him.

I didn't speak with him, I barely met him.

Ciao-ciao!

Hello?

Hello.

How can I help you?

I'm looking for...

Do you stay here?

Yes.

Is this your house?

Yes.

There was a woman here, she...

My sister.

- We don't have rooms. - No, I don't need a room.

Can you...

Can I talk to your sister, is she home?

She's with the kids.

Can you get her?

Please?

OK.

Hi.

Sorry to bother you.

It's OK.

What happened?

I wanted to ask you something.

Yes?

I wanted to ask...

You said you knew this guy, Vladimir.

Yes, I did.

So you know him.

Yes.

I wonder if he has anything to do with the missing boy.

He doesn't.

How do you know?

In fact...

You know, when he came here, I think a couple of years ago,

he was with a woman.

She was nice, pretty.

She looked exactly like you.

Well,

I didn't get to see her clearly.

They were gone in the morning and came back in the evening.

One night, I heard her crying in the garden.

I wanted to ask her what happened, but then,

the next day she was gone.

You really don't know him?

No.

I don't.

And that's what you wanted to ask me?

Yes.

If you know something, you should go and tell the police.

They arrested two of the refugees.

I can't stay. I have to go.

I want to tell you something.

Give me a minute.

Great! You knocked it really far.

Still my turn! I get another throw.

- What? - Come talk to me.

Right now!

- What is it? - I'll be right back.

- What's going on? - Yes, what is it?

None of your business. I have to talk to your wife.

About?

About how I got taken to the police station because of her!

You're a liar!

Baby!

Stop calling me that, it's ridiculous!

Never call me again, never look for me!

Is that clear?

Wait, please!

- Don't you "please" me! - Let's talk!

Please, let's talk. Let us talk.

Please, let's talk.

There's nothing to talk about.

You stay out of this. I got no business with you.

You stop calling, I stop calling! We're breaking up!

Who's calling you, man?

What the fuck?

Have you been calling this guy?

Fucking asshole!

Fuck you, you fucking scum!

I'll fucking kill you!

Stop it!

I'll fucking kill you!

Cut it out, man! Stop!

- Stop it. Enough! - You fucking piece of shit!

I'll fucking kill you!

Drop it, man!

I'll fucking kill you!

Cool it, man!

What the fuck was that?

I said what the fuck was that?

Tell me what the fuck that was!

Doru!

Get dressed!

Where are you going?

Don't leave!

Doru, I said get dressed!

Leave him.

Put that phone down and get dressed now!

- Don't make me hit you! - Stop it, man!

What the fuck was that?

Get dressed right now!

There you have it! "I have to look after the child!"

"Oh no! My child!"

Actually, surprise!

You were fucking that hippie behind our child's back.

What the fuck is this?

Who the fuck is this rapist scum?

What the fuck did he mean, "we're breaking up"?

Who the fuck's breaking up with who?

I'll smash you to a pulp!

Are you finished? Get your damned shoes!

Where the fuck are your shoes?

You'll see who breaks up with who!

Stay with her.

I'll bring the car.

You had it coming.

You know he tried to hit on me?

Who did?

Vladimir.

- He tried to hit on you? - Yes.

On the beach, when he told us about Ezerets.

I was dipping my feet, the guys were back at the car.

When I turned to say bye to Vladimir,

he gave me that look and said, if I don't like the other beach,

I can come back, he'll be there.

The girl was present.

Of course, she couldn't understand.

I felt sorry for her.

- I just thought, poor girl. - Why are you telling me this?

So you know.

I don't need to know. It doesn't help at all right now.

Lucy, I think it helps if you know the truth.

He's not worth it.

You, of all people, are telling me that!

You were always the bravest of the girls.

And you've become this...

What have I become?

Here's some truth for you.

Your life is boring, that's why you're so concerned about others.

I guess Mihai is unhappy too, this is why he keeps so busy.

Motorbikes, paragliding, anything to be away from home.

Lucia!

Lucy, where are you?

I found the boy.

What boy?

The missing boy.

Where?

On the way back from the beach, in the forest.

I don't believe you.

I did.

So where is he now?

They came to pick him up, poor kid.

Why poor kid?

They came all angry, they beat him up.

Of course they did, think they'd kiss him for running away?

That's a relief. I was sure he was dead.

He'd have been better off dead.

Are you daft? What do you mean?

So he had run away from home?

I think so.

Where's Doru?

He's with Cristina.

With Cristina!

Now he's with Cristina.

Two days ago, he couldn't be left with Cristina.

He might drown.

Now he's with Cristina.

I want to talk.

Lucia, there's been too much talking.

I'm fed up. I don't want to talk.

Please.

I decide when we talk.

I'll get going.

Why?

I don't want to leave my girl alone.

- Oh! - Don't worry, I'm buying.

Isn't that right?

Men should pay.

I'm buying.

Mrs. Lucia is the hero of the day.

She's saved a child.

Not her child, though.

Right then, see you back at the house.

We'll be there soon.

I want to tell you some things.

I don't want you to tell me some things.

I want to calmly drink my beer, go home and sleep.

- We can't leave things like this. - Says who?

Let me tell you some things.

When I asked you to talk,

I asked you what was wrong,

you said there was nothing.

You wanted us to go on a holiday.

On the cheap side, but we made it.

It's alright, I thought, next year we'll go to France by car,

drive along the coast, down to Barcelona.

So it's all good.

So that I make my woman happy.

We agreed to save up this year.

But then, guess what?

Since we arrived, I did all I could to please you.

She doesn't look happy... well, it's this shitty place.

The rental is cramped,

there's so much poverty,

and those hoodlums on the beach,

and she's bored.

Now I understand.

That's why I said there's nothing to talk about.

It's all very clear now.

What do you want us to do?

What do you mean?

I mean, have you decided?

Decided on what, woman?

It resolution day today?

You want a decision?

We go to Bucharest and we split up.

You take your stuff and go wherever you please.

How's that?

Is that what you want?

No, I don't want that.

Then what do you want?

You want to fuck that lowlife

while I work to pay the bills and you do nothing at home.

"Looking after the child".

While I pretend not to see.

While I pay for everything, so you can pose as Mum of the Year.

Is that accurate?

Well done, Lucy-girl.

No, I don't want that.

And please don't call me that.

Then tell me what you want so we can get this over with.

I wish we had never met.

"We" who?

You and me.

But it's too late now, so Iet's calm down a bit.

- You think I'm not calm? - No, I'm not.

Because of you. You make me feel insecure.

Now listen here.

I'm not going to sit here and listen to your bullshit.

"You make me feel insecure"!

Am I supposed to pity you now?

You have no shame at all.

Really no shame at all.

Oh, sorry.

- Better now? - No.

I don't know my own strength.

Won't you use that strength to pick me a fig?

- Haven't you had figs already? - Me? Not a single one.

- You ate up the whole garden. - Where are all the figs?

- I haven't had any. - The trees were full when we came.

There're in those plump cheeks. Squirrel cheeks!

What cheeks?

Those dimply little donut cheeks.

- You put them here? - Yeah.

Go ahead and gobble them up!

- Crunch-crunch, yum-yum. - They're so nice.

- Weren't you going to go buy milk? - Doru-boy ate them all.

I'll go, I'm just waiting for Lucy.

You could just go alone.